35. Vulva Inspection (6)
The staff room, which I'd visited once before, was packed with teachers bustling to prepare for their next classes.
Unlike public schools, this was a private academy, so not only our homeroom teacher but everyone else was young.
They were all in their early thirties at most, or mid-to-late twenties.
And sure enough, just like with the students, only women remained among the teachers. This was probably another distortion from the common sense alteration.
So the academy staff room, teeming with young female teachers, looked no different from our classroom.
Some clustered in groups of twos or threes, sipping coffee from paper cups and giggling away.
Others, like our homeroom teacher, sat at their desks deep in work.
Still others checked their makeup in mirrors or fiddled with their phones.
It had that lively, vibrant buzz unique to a space filled only with women—slightly chaotic but bright and cheerful.
Unlike our classroom, though, the staff room's AC was cranked up high.
No trace of the humid, vibrating sweat scent from the girls in our class.
Instead, a faint lavender fragrance hung in the air, giving it the feel of a tidy office.
...If only our class smelled like this...
As I stood there lost in that thought, our homeroom teacher—who'd just finished some urgent tasks at her desk—let out a deep sigh.
She swept her hair back dramatically and turned to me.
"Yeah, you waited a while, huh? Sorry about that, Ye-jun. Had to rush and input your mock exam scores."
"Ah, no... it's fine..."
I suddenly remembered why I'd been dragged here, my face flushing red as I mumbled awkwardly.
Hyun-a's sticky vulva juices from the final inspection still lingered in my mouth, the taste not fully gone.
After gulping down so much, the smell seemed soaked into my mouth and nose.
I'd told Hyun-a it tasted good, but even being generous, it was nowhere near delicious.
Coming without warning just from that fishy stench—thinking about it now filled me with regret.
If these twisted experiences kept piling up, I might end up like Pavlov's dog, getting aroused just from vulva scent.
Meanwhile, the homeroom teacher rummaged in her handbag and pulled out some tissues.
I gave her a puzzled look, and she smiled a bit sheepishly as she explained.
"...Oh, it's nothing. Teacher here's the type who gets super wet easily, even without much stimulation. Didn't want to show it all messy and embarrassing, so I'm wiping first before the inspection."
"Ah... y-yeah..."
I stammered, sweat beading on my forehead.
Of course, this was the first I'd heard she was so juicy. Without the common sense alteration, probably no one but her husband would ever know.
With that, she hiked up her skirt in one swift motion.
She tugged her panties forward slightly, slipped the tissue inside, and patted carefully to wipe.
She didn't seem embarrassed at all showing me this.
And her panties were nothing like what the girls in our class wore—sexy lingerie that was insanely hot.
Girls my age mostly stuck to gray, black, or khaki cotton ones. Some wore Calvin Klein sports panties.
Rarely, I'd see flashier ones, but they always looked a bit off for their age.
But the homeroom teacher's sky-blue lingerie was perfect—straight out of a newlywed bedroom.
It draped elegantly over her wide, feminine hips.
Her mature, plump ass cheeks bulged slightly beyond the fabric.
And true to her word about being juicy, the crotch was darkly soaked, looking incredibly lewd.
Above all, the sight of her sitting right in the middle of the staff room, panties fully exposed to me, diligently wiping her vulva with tissue—it was wildly erotic.
...If her husband saw this... Well, common sense alteration makes it fine, but still, imagining it turns me on so much...
Cought in a mix of guilt and taboo thrill, my dick throbbed hard in my pants.
Finally, she pulled out the soaked tissue from her panties.
Even with five sheets layered, it was drenched flat like one.
Made me wonder how she managed daily life getting this wet without stimulation.
Probably snuck to the bathroom every hour to wipe, I guessed.
She crumpled the tissue small, tossed it into the little trash bin under her desk, then stood and said casually to me.
"Phew, alright. Let's get this over with quick. Next class soon."
"Y-yes..."
I swallowed hard, tense.
Of course, she wasn't tense at all.
She deftly slipped off her skirt and panties together, letting them drop.
Then sat back on the chair, spreading her legs wide in a vulgar M-shape.
"Come on, inspect already."
"L-like this...?"
"Yeah, teacher's busy. Get to it. Hello?"
Her phone rang mid-conversation; she picked it up and held it to her ear, gesturing for me to hurry and look at her vulva.
I hesitated, then slowly knelt.
Brought my face close to her vulgar, hairy vulva splayed wide on the chair cushion.
"Huff... huff... huff..."
The 30-year-old teacher's mature pussy had a sultry elegance unlike the girls'.
Her well-used hole—fucked hundreds, thousands of times by her husband—gaped wide enough to see deep inside without spreading.
Her clit wasn't huge.
But her inner labia were surprisingly young and taut for her age, stealing the show.
The flesh wasn't darkly pigmented either, considering her years.
Among our class girls, I'd seen worse—darker, saggier inner lips.
She must take good care of it.
A married woman keeping her pussy this pretty—her husband was one lucky guy.
Meanwhile, clear, transparent love juices bubbled steadily from the big hole, dripping like saliva onto the cushion.
I'd inched my face so close my nose nearly touched, mesmerized by the hole opening and closing slowly like a breathing clam.
...Her pussy smells amazing too... Fancy body wash? But my little sister smelled nice overall, yet her pussy reeked... Must be some special care routine. Experience counts...
Lost in thought, I peered intently into the steaming vulva hole.
But right then—
The teacher, who'd been giving short replies on the phone, finally spoke at length.
And her first words included something I never expected.
"...No, honey. I know about the dinner that day. Who do you think I am? I work too!"
I jolted, eyes wide, staring up at her.
Honey...? So the person on the phone is... her husband?
She glanced down at my stunned gaze and snapped irritably into the phone.
"So, what? You gonna drink with Hye-jeong again? Whatever, drop it. I told you I hated her before we even married..."
Feeling awkwardly wedged into their awkward convo, I got uncomfortable.
I started to stand and slip away—
But suddenly, she clamped her legs shut, trapping my head tight between her thighs.
"Guhk! Mmph...!"
With my head stuck in her crotch, I flailed my arms helplessly.
But it didn't end there.
Like with Hyun-a, she grabbed my hair hard, yanking my face roughly into her pussy.
Panicking, eyes bulging, I slurped involuntarily as she forced me to lick.
All the while, she kept talking curtly to her husband on the phone.
"Enough already... What, love you now? Don't piss me off, hang up. What? Ha, ridiculous..."
"Mmph, slurp... glug, slurp, glug-glug."
I was like a drenched rag being wrung out, forced to gulp her overflowing pussy juices nonstop, serving as her secret pleasure toy.
Couldn't escape—her legs locked my head firm.
Her voice grew lewd as pleasure built during the call.
"Yeah... yeah... haa, ha... Fine, saying that won't change anything... Nngh... What? What'm I doing? Nothing, just sitting...? Haaang... Okay, love you too, honey... Eut...!"
My nose buried deep in her fragrant pussy flesh, my head spun dizzily again.
By the time she neared climax, juices gushed like a faucet.
She no longer hid her moans, pulling my head harder into her pussy and crying out loud.
"Aaaang! Aaang! Ah, aaang! Haa, haa... Love you, love you honey... Haaang...! Ang... haa... See you later, yeah... Hanging up, love you."
Finally off the phone, she released me.
Wiped sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand, smiled faintly.
Bent down, cleaned the soaked pussy with tissue, and said.
"...Yeah, good job. So, your thoughts?"
I shook my head to fling off the pussy juices coating my face and mumbled softly.
"...It smelled really good... The thick bush was hot, and the big hole was super slutty..."
She nodded vaguely, clearly not that interested in my review.
Gestured dismissively for me to leave.