Classroom Indulgence Gone Wrong
Keeping semen stored inside during class felt weirder than I'd imagined. I thought as long as I plugged it up to keep it from leaking out, it'd be fine, but every step made it slosh around, which was seriously annoying. I climbed up to the classroom holding the condom tied to my clit with one hand and gripping my clit steady with the other to keep everything from jiggling.
Stimulation wasn't completely absent, but it was bearable enough. I'd only cum once even after climbing the stairs, so yeah, that seemed reasonable. ...Is even cumming once weird?
"Mm..."
I slipped quietly into the classroom and sat at my desk, keeping a little distance from Jung Taeyang right next to me since that could be risky. But even this distance didn't eliminate the effect entirely. Little by little, my body was heating up again...
"What's that?"
"Huh?"
I was twisting my body slightly to resist when Jung Taeyang suddenly asked. His gaze was fixed downward—on the band I'd stuck on.
"Oh, this..."
I hadn't thought of this. No way could I tell the guy who gave me the condom, 'Your condom burst so I'm just storing your cum now!'
"Uh, fashion?"
"...Fashion?"
"Y-yeah..."
Fashion my ass. My head drooped automatically at the ridiculous answer—even I couldn't take it seriously. I sneaked a glance up, and there was Jung Taeyang grinning at me.
"W-why are you looking at me like that..."
"'Cause you're too cute?"
"No, ugh..."
Cute? What the hell was cute about this? And yet, this messed-up body of mine reacted to his words anyway. Just hearing "cute" made it buzz with happiness, not knowing what to do with itself. I slapped a hand over my flushed face right away.
No, wait—this was some girly pose straight out of a drama. Somehow, it came naturally, and I didn't even think it was weird...
"Anyway, hurry up and pull it out..."
I couldn't take this vibe anymore, so I clung to Jung Taeyang's pants, fumbling with his belt. Out sprang his cock—not hard yet, but still impressively big.
"Ah, even soft and it's this big..."
I was honestly thrown. I'd only ever seen it fully erect before; never soft. I knew it was big, but I hadn't realized it was this big even flaccid...
"From the morning already?"
"...So what? It's gotta get done anyway."
True. It didn't have to be morning specifically—just sometime today. But I couldn't handle the mood right now. Doing it now instead of later wouldn't hurt, right? Women are supposed to kiss the cock that conquered them every day in thanks and submission. I hated admitting it, but he'd already stolen my first kiss and made me submit long ago...
No helping it. Kissing a cock this majestic, strong, and capable of turning someone like me into an idiot just from its scent was only natural. Plus... glancing around, a couple other girls were paying homage to their own cocks too. Ah, Yubin was the exception—she was the official sex processing aspirant. Anyway, among them all, Jung Taeyang's was the biggest. The muskiest scent too... Yeah, a cock this caliber could be bragged about anywhere without shame.
"...♡"
"Sebin. Seeing your eyes roll back as you bury your face in my cock and sniff is hot, but shouldn't we get to it?"
"...Huh? Oh, my eyes didn't roll back or anything..."
I snapped to and realized my head was buried between his legs. I'd totally zoned out, huffing his cock scent like a maniac... I pulled back casually, pretending nothing happened, and somehow locked eyes with his now rock-hard cock. Hands gripping his waist tight, I dropped to my knees...
"Ah, no kneeling—do it like last time."
"Like this?"
"Yeah."
Grabbing his waist firm, legs spread wide in a squat. Tougher than kneeling, but if he wanted it...
"...Mwah♡"
A light kiss under the head, and the massive cock twitched. I worked my lips, slowly taking the glans in, starting sincere service from the tip.
"Slurp♡ Suck♡ Hnng♡ Slurp♡"
"Hoo, huu..."
The second I started, his reactions kicked in—moans of pleasure leaking out, body trembling faintly. He was really feeling it. That thought boosted my confidence. I got bolder with my tongue.
"Churp♡ Chup♡ Chuuuurp♡ Churp...♡"
"Wh-what? How'd you get this good? I didn't even tweak anything?"
Tweak nothing. Suck and fuck nonstop for two nights and three days, and you'd improve too. I'd blown this cock plenty before anyway... Not something to be proud of, but weirdly, I felt proud. A sense of accomplishment?
"Hnnngm...♡"
I pushed deeper, tongue fully wrapping the glans, teasing every spot slowly. Soon, the signal came—his hand on my head, looking down flustered.
"Hnnngulp...♡"
Then he came. Thick semen flooded my mouth; I kept my lips sealed on the glans, savoring it slowly.
"Mm...♡ Hnnp...♡"
Finally, I licked the glans clean and pulled off. A thin strand stretched between my mouth and his cock.
"Whoa, that was, insanely good..."
Jung Taeyang stammered in awe. ...Not like praise felt bad. Kinda nice, actually. But wait—I only did the head. The shaft ahead was glossy, but the base was too clean. Bothered me.
"...Huh? Why?"
I grabbed his waist again, shoving my face close, looking up.
"I'll do it once more."
"Huh? Why? You don't have to..."
"No, this bugs me."
"Ah, uh?"
I dove right back in, ignoring his flustered face, resuming service.
*
"..."
Afterward, Jung Taeyang was slumped over his desk, muttering alone...
"Can't do this anymore... Release this... Release that too, and this..."
Couldn't make it out. Whatever—not my problem anyway. I glanced at him, then grabbed the cup on my desk and chugged its contents. Thermos kept it pretty warm still.
First period was Korean. Same as high school curriculum, even if we were all adults here. No need for me to pay attention anyway. Korean was my strong suit... And as a first-year, I knew this stuff cold. My body mattered more right now. Even sitting a bit apart, sucking him off twice had me burning up. I caught myself shaking my hips, grinding my clit...
Masturbating in class was a bit much, right? But I was in the corner. Taeyang next to me was face-down muttering anyway.
"Mm..."
I eyed my bag—big, but only held a pencil case. Carefully unhooking it, I opened it under the desk. My juices flowed a lot during masturbation... Bag wasn't used for much else; this felt like proper use, no?
*
I scooted my chair back, perching on the edge, scanning around once more. Teacher droned on up front. Early in the semester, most were attentive. Only Taeyang—slumped next—and me weren't listening. Yubin sat prim too, face beet-red but enduring class.
"..."
Guess I'd do it once and fake attention after. I adjusted into a half-standing, half-perched pose on the chair edge, positioning the bag. Not expecting full cover, but without it, I'd be unmanageable.
Quick glance at Taeyang, then hand down below. Pussy blocked by the band, but my swollen clit was fair game.
"Hnn..."
Just tweaking the tip, and a moan slipped out unnoticed—super quiet. I hunched over the desk to muffle. Breasts squished painfully, but best for hiding sounds. Another orgasm would twist my face; no confidence hiding that.
"Hnn, hnnng..."
Slowly teasing my clit—pinching lightly, circling. Normal girl wouldn't feel much, but after two-plus hours of condom torment, mine eagerly soaked up the pleasure.
"Hiii♡"
I stifled my voice for the first peak. But it felt unsatisfied, sticky. Peeking up: band made juices trickle down my thighs. Bag pointless like this. Untie it? Could aim into the bag—not that rude. And it was so sticky. Water dripping off the chair already, body far from done. Needed two, three more at least.
Decision made fast—I squatted over the bag, peeling the band off slowly.
Riiip... It peeled with a sound, thick white globs pouring in. Mixed with clearer fluid—my love juice too, apparently.
"Ugh..."
Seeing it like this, I looked insane. Who squirts this into their bag during class? Water under the bridge now. Might as well enjoy it fully. No way I'd stop unsatisfied.
"Hnn, hngk...♡"
Band off, I could finger properly now—not just clit. But too rough and I'd get caught quick. One hand on clit, the other fingering slow.
"Huuuk...♡ Huu...♡ Hngg...♡"
Never thought I'd be grateful for this hair-trigger pussy that cums from a touch. Wasn't premature as a guy... But as a girl, it intensified pleasure—and guys loved it...? Wait, who cares what guys think. Taeyang's face flashed, but I shoved it away, focusing.
Movement slow was teasing, but jamming fingers in to press the G-spot fixed that.
"Hnnng...♡"
Wouldn't this develop it more? Was I turning myself even more perverted for fleeting pleasure? Thoughts bubbled up, but too late—deep in already. Drooling and cumming as we speak.
"Huuuuuk♡"
Ah, stifling was driving me mad. Wanted to pant like a beast unleashed. No chance though. Bathroom at break maybe? Clock check: 20 minutes left. Perfectly awkward—not short enough to hold, not long for more. Driving me nuts...
"Hey. Sebin?"
Just light touches then. Clit soft circles, no pinching... Fingers inside unmoving.
"Um, hey?"
Just press gently now and...
"Heeuk...♡"
No, too good? Can't hold. Bag pooling already—sound like drips soon, so slower...
"Grrm..."
"L-Lee Sebin!"
Tap tap. Shoulder poke—turned right. Jung Taeyang. Behind him, the teacher who'd been lecturing...
"...Ah?"
Pretty Korean teacher stared, at a loss. Me squatting over bag, mid-squirt...
"Uh, Sebin? I know you're Taeyang's cocksleeve and warming up is fine, but... during class, could you hold back a bit...?"
She blushed at "cocksleeve" and "pussy." Cute face—single still? No, focus.
"...H-how long have you been watching...?"
"Uh... about 10 minutes? Thought you'd stop, but you went harder, fingering louder..."
Ah. Not moans—squishy sounds.
"Condom part's intact, everything else released—why this...?"
Taeyang muttered at his phone and me. Words didn't register. Shock froze me—couldn't scream, just stiff. Too embarrassed for shame even. Blinked blankly till heat rushed my face later.
"Ah, ahh, aaa..."
Ah, wanna die of shame. If Taeyang ordered it, fine—but this was pure heat. Deep humiliation welled up, head blank, vision whitening...
"C-can I wipe off...?"
"...Should I take her?"
"...Huh?"
"Yeah, do that. Towels in health room—go on."
Someone led me out. Still dazed. This was mortifying... Gonna lose it...
After stairs, nearing morning's health room, sanity returned.
"Ahh..."
"You okay?"
"N-noo..."
The one with me spoke, noticing. Had to be Taeyang—no other friends. But... weird? Bodies close, yet no scent, no buzz? Felt slimmer, fragile? Not his vibe.
"...Huh?"
"C'mon in."
Choi Yubin? Why her...? Grabbing and leading me. Face redder than her pink hair, but excited somehow.
Yubin and I entered the empty health room. No nurse here ever?
"Here, towel."
"Th-thanks..."
I reached, but she yanked it back.
"Huh?"
"No, let me wipe you."