School Life 3: Taeyang's Hand Slips Under the Desk
Jung Taeyang's hand slid under the desk. It was a perfectly understandable situation. If a girl right next to me was fiddling with her clit, even I'd reach out. But I could confidently declare this a complete misunderstanding—a mere happenstance.
To an outsider, it might look like she was masturbating by playing with her clit, but in reality, she was just relieving tension to sink into deep thought. For a woman to concentrate deeply, unconsciously rubbing her clit was common sense. To focus, she had to stop stray thoughts, and to do that, empty her mind—so she stimulated the switch that turned women into idiots, clearing her head. Her mind would naturally go blank, unable to think of anything, forcing perfect concentration. It was a scientifically proven method of focus. The only issue? Only women could do it, and it was easily mistaken for masturbation, so it wasn't widely known. Plus, overdoing it risked masturbation addiction or turning into a real bimbo. So Taeyang's reaction must've come from ignorance. I grabbed his hand, intending to explain it step by step.
"Hnggh…♡"
If only Taeyang hadn't pinched my clit hard.
I clamped my mouth shut, stifling the moan trying to escape. Without my hand, a beastly cry would've echoed through the classroom. Seeing me tremble, Taeyang pressed his body against mine and started really playing with me.
"W-wait—"
"Didn't you get caught masturbating at school last time too? Yeah, your pussyhouse is bursting with lust—gotta help the owner out."
*Squish, splurt, spuuurt...*
I could barely hold back the moans, but I couldn't stop the pussy juices spraying out. Mouth covered, head thrown back, I squirted in bursts. It was so intense that the kid in the front row turned around, sensing something odd.
"Ah…."
The kid blushed and quietly turned away. Seems the pussyhouse-owner dynamic made this abnormal scene make sense to them.
"S-stop…♡"
I begged, but Taeyang didn't stop. Instead, he stroked my head with one hand while finger-fucking my pussy. Wet squelching sounds filled the classroom, but no one intervened. A few students glanced our way, but when Taeyang muttered something, all the boys turned back around. The girls got to watch. Choi Yubin was among them.
Writhing in pleasure, I suddenly locked eyes with Yubin. Her gaze brimmed with jealousy, anger, and all sorts of negative emotions. Seeing that gave me an inexplicable thrill.
"Hiiik♡"
Not that I could hold back the moan because of it.
"Ohho♡ Hngg♡ Haah♡ Ung♡ Hek♡ Hnggh♡ Huut♡"
Once one moan slipped out, there was no containing them. I let out beastly cries, spraying love juices everywhere. The other kids blushed in embarrassment, but they couldn't stop us. This school encouraged owners playing with their pussyhouses. Thanks to Taeyang's hypnosis, of course. Even the teacher was in on it.
The young teacher, barely past twenty, with a pretty face and a decent figure—not quite like mine, but nice—was writhing at the podium. Watching a fresh-faced student already treated like a pussyhouse must make her envious. Bet she'd go home and fantasize about serving her own owner while masturbating for real.
"Huuu♡"
Not that I wanted to be treated like a pussyhouse or serve an owner. This school was under hypnosis, so who knew—but I wasn't, so no way I'd want that.
"Huiik…♡"
Still, someone like Taeyang...
"Hnggh…♡"
...might not be so bad.
"Feel good?"
After cumming over and over, I leaned against Taeyang, panting raggedly. I pressed my body hard against his in reply.
"Felt good, huh?"
"N-nooo…♡"
I felt his cock swelling under his pants where I leaned. No helping it. Even if it started from a misunderstanding, now that it was this hard, it was my responsibility again. I stroked the bulge through his pants. Taeyang twitched, then grinned at my face. Was my face that funny? No idea why he kept smiling. Anyway, I undid his belt, pulled out his massive cock, and got right to making him feel good.
Gripping the huge dick with my tiny hands and stroking slowly, I felt him twitch with every move. Revenge for earlier, I buried my face in his chest and pumped away.
"Oh…."
"Feels good…?"
"Not bad. Your pussy's great even when it's a sloppy squirter, Sebin, but handpussy ain't bad either."
"Hand… handpussy…♡"
A goofy smile slipped out unbidden. Handpussy? The name was kinda meh, but it had to feel as good as the real thing. Meaning my hands felt that amazing. Grinning wide, I gripped his cock more delicately.
"Your face is so fuckable."
"My face?"
Could a face be fuckable? Wait, was mine that hot right now? No matter how I thought about it, nah. I was smiling, sure, but not that level.
"Anyway, it feels amazing?"
"Yeah? Hehe…♡"
Being called fuckable felt weirdly good. Probably 'cause I understood guys' psychology. Fuckable meant hot, and hot meant even better. I wouldn't just be happy hearing it otherwise—must be my reasoning was spot on. So "fuckable" really meant "feels good." Pumped up, I jerked him harder. Taeyang looked pretty satisfied, no hesitation from me. And after a bit...
"That's enough, right?"
Choi Yubin grabbed my hand and stopped me. I was utterly baffled for a second. A pussyhouse serving her owner, and she stops it?
But Yubin thought differently.
"Even a pussyhouse is just for the owner to play with. Who does a pussyhouse think she is, playing with Owner's cock?"
She said, sneaking peeks at Taeyang's dick. Jealousy must've been too much. But surprisingly, she had a point. Pussyhouses were owner toys—if the toy played with the dick on its own, it might not look good. I glanced at the teacher; she was fidgeting behind the podium, body trembling slightly like she was masturbating. A teacher jerking off in class? Even so...
"Oh, really?"
No one to mediate, so I had no choice. I backed down, pulling my hand from Taeyang's cock. Making his dick feel good was common sense, and failing that brought guilt crashing in.
"Mm…."
Seeing my sullen face, Taeyang's expression darkened too. Not annoyance at the handjob ending, though—something else bugged him. What? I racked my brain but came up empty. And just as the awkward handjob wrapped up, the lunch bell rang.
"Well, then I'll…"
Yubin glanced our way and left the classroom. I had no choice but to stand too. Yeah, whatever. Disappointing, but...
"Sebin."
"Huh?"
"You like Choi Yubin?"
Taeyang's eyes were dead serious. Why ask that? I thought hard again—and got it this time. He was worried about me since Yubin stopped the handjob. Saying "I hate Yubin" might make him slap her with worse hypnosis. Honestly, between her jealousy and Taeyang issues, I wasn't fond of her—but I couldn't let her get hit with something worse.
"Y-yeah… I like her…."
So I told a white lie. Even if she was jealous of me, I couldn't ruin one person's life. I didn't expect gratitude, but maybe she'd learn from this kindness.
"Oh… really?"
"Y-yeah."
Anyway, seemed like it'd end well.