Vulva Inspection (7)
The first period had been a hair's breadth from turning fatal, but afterward, things slipped back into utterly mundane routine.
As always, I hunkered down in the corner of the classroom, pretending to study, while every girl in the class except me chattered and goofed off noisily.
Even when class started, no one really focused.
I just rolled a pencil aimlessly over my fingers to kill time.
Truth was, I wasn't great at studying to begin with.
You might ask, if you suck at school and have no friends, what are you good at?
Nothing.
What can you do? This is just how I'm wired.
If there's a person who's perfect in every way, then by the laws of the universe, there has to be someone like me— a total mess.
In that sense, Hyun-a, sitting right next to me, was my polar opposite in every damn way.
Towering over 170cm with killer looks like a celebrity, she was an outright delinquent—yet somehow aced her studies without breaking a sweat.
It sounds insane, but it's true. Every mock exam, she ranked in the top five of the class.
...She's barely paying attention in class just like me, so how the hell... Ugh...
She chain-smoked during breaks, and I'd never caught her cracking a book during self-study. A total mystery how she pulled those scores.
I'd wondered if maybe she crammed at home in secret, but I couldn't picture that thug glued to her seat, grinding math problems.
Way more believable: her and her crew pounding drinks and causing chaos.
But what was the point in dwelling on it? Every test, Hyun-a crushed it, miles above a loser like me.
In the end, I had to conclude her genes were just superior—mine, pathetically inferior.
Depressing, but facts are facts. Even my own little sister, same blood, outshone me in looks and brains.
The world isn't fair.
I let out a gloomy sigh and dropped my head.
...But.
Maybe pitying a loser like me, God dropped this common sense alteration as a gift.
Normally, a bottom-feeder like me would never get a shot at spreading the legs of a goddess like Hyun-a—not in a million years.
And it wasn't just her. The other girls in class? Not quite her level, but still stunners anywhere else.
In the old world, their pussies would've stayed locked away from my eyes forever.
But today, I got up close and personal with every girl's in class—hell, even our married homeroom teacher's.
I savored the sight, the scent, the taste.
And for most—probably their first time baring it all to a guy.
I'd claimed their precious "first" without lifting a finger. Future boyfriends would seethe if they knew.
I snuck glances at the girls' heads, one by one, matching faces to the pussies I'd inspected earlier.
...Hah, so fucking hot... Who'd guess a pure face like that hides such a slutty cunt... Fuu...
Lost in those thoughts, a sleazy grin crept onto my face without me noticing.
Suddenly, Hyun-a shot me a side-eye from her seat, clearly annoyed, and jabbed my ribs with her finger.
Already guilty as charged, I jolted like I'd been electrocuted, chair scraping loudly.
"H-Hiiik...!"
Face burning red, I whipped around in panic.
Hyun-a propped her chin on her hand, glaring as she whispered,
"...What're you thinking that makes you grin like a creep?"
"N-Nothing... Just a funny thought..."
I hunched over, mumbling in a shrunk-up voice.
But Hyun-a wouldn't let it slide.
"Don't bullshit me. Spill it. What were you thinking?"
"U-Ugh... It's really not a big deal..."
"If it's not, why hide it? Talk, or I'll twist your nipple off."
She shoved her hand under my shirt collar, pinching my nipple hard between her fingers, threatening to yank it mercilessly.
Already throbbing in agony, I bit back screams mid-class with everything I had.
Eyes squeezed shut, shivering, I scrambled for an excuse.
Her fingers started twisting clockwise—tick, tick—like a clock.
I trembled violently and blurted,
"...I-I was thinking... about lunch later..."
"Hah? You were grinning like a perv over food? Bullshit."
"I-It's true... Heard today's menu's good..."
"Wanna die? Today's slop is fucking trash. Lying to my face? I'll rip this useless nipple right off..."
"H-Hiiik... Haaah..."
Moan slipping out, I clamped both hands over my mouth, twitching pitifully.
One more squeeze, and it'd pop off for real. Brain-melting pain.
No room left for lies, I gave up and confessed.
"I... I was thinking back to inspecting your pussy earlier..."
Her twisting hand froze.
Then, quietly,
"...Just mine? Or others too?"
"A-Ah... W-Well... Others a bit... B-But mostly you...! For real...!"
It was true. Hyun-a's inspection hit hardest.
Prettiest pussy, plus nearly drowning in her juices.
Unforgettable.
She stared suspiciously for a long beat, then eased her grip slightly.
The second she let go, I clutched my chest, groaning and writhing.
Hyun-a ignored me, arms crossed on the desk, muttering sulkily.
"...Just say that from the start. No need to make me worry..."
She didn't talk to me after that.
I nursed my throbbing chest in silence through class.
When it ended and break hit, Hyun-a bolted out like she'd been waiting.
Probably off to the alley behind the academy with her gang for a smoke.
A bit later, once eyes were off me, I dashed to the bathroom.
Ugh... Can't hold it. Gotta bust one or these dirty thoughts won't stop... One more sleazy face and Hyun-a'll rip my nipples clean off...
I was already pent-up—big balls, high drive—but today? Impossible to contain.
Worse, the last few days I'd drained to the limit daily.
My nuts had adapted; now on a no-fap day like this, excess energy boiled over.
I hunted for the men's room—the only spot to relieve academy stress.
But something was off.
Last week, men's rooms everywhere.
Now? Gone. Only women's on every hall.
Panicking, I raced up and down stairs, floors—nothing. No men's rooms anywhere.
No way... Even if staff and students are all girls except me, how...? Where the hell am I supposed to piss...?
Glancing at the clock—break nearly over.
No choice. I ducked into the most secluded women's room, praying no one inside.
Luckily, empty.
I slammed into a stall, locked it, dropped trou—no lube—and started jerking furiously.
"Hahk, hahk, hahk... Ngh... G-Gonna..."
Already leaking precum, dick hypersensitive—seconds from blowing.
Right as I aimed at the toilet for a massive white ropes...
A familiar voice from the next stall.
"...Mmm, got it... I'll do princess lectures... Nooo, don't ask... Mmm..."
My hand froze mid-stroke. Breath caught. Jaw dropped in shock.
That cutesy, whiny baby-talk. Calling herself "princess."
Stuff I'd never dreamed coming from her mouth.
H-Hyun-a?
Frozen solid, not a muscle twitching.