The Academy's Exclusive Whore's Professional Ethics (5)
The wet, obscene sounds of flesh slapping against flesh filled the room as Kazuha continued to greedily devour Gyeoul’s tight rear entrance. At the same time, Alejandra diligently savored the velvety heat of her throat-pussy.
This academy had only been open for seven days total. Subtracting yesterday—Saturday—that left just six days. Yet in that short time, how many loads had already been pumped down this throat? Alejandra recalled the image of the cheerful, diligent “Sexual Relief Committee Member” Gyeoul who used to smile brightly while serving them, then overlapped it with the “whore” Gyeoul writhing before her now.
The hazy, melted look in her eyes was the same. But there was a slight emotional difference. It was as if she didn’t particularly enjoy being used so one-sidedly like this. Was this the gap between class representative and professional service provider? That dissonance had the power to make her cock throb even harder.
“Ugh…”
Alejandra felt her cum surging up from deep inside her shaft. This was a climax she had experienced dozens of times over the past week—the peak of male pleasure. Yet every single time, the ecstasy felt fresh and overwhelming. Her position made it hard to thrust with her hips, so she had been gripping Gyeoul’s face like an onahole and shaking it. But as the moment of release approached, her waist began to buck on its own.
‘Cumming…! ♡’
The climax hit. Fyuuut, fyuuut. Thick semen brewed inside Alejandra’s body shot out from her urethra. It slammed against the walls of Gyeoul’s throat-pussy and slid straight down her esophagus. The substances contained in the cum would soon reach her stomach, be digested, broken down, and become a part of Gyeoul’s very body.
“Ha, haaa… ♡”
Alejandra mulled over that fact and felt a perverse thrill, as though she were claiming ownership of Gyeoul. Of course, if you thought about it that way, every other futanari in the academy had just as much stake in Gyeoul’s body as she did… but she decided to ignore that for now.
“Huuu…”
Even after ejaculating, Alejandra didn’t immediately pull her cock out of Gyeoul’s throat. She slowly savored the lingering afterglow. As always, it felt impossibly good. Truth be told, even before becoming a futanari, Alejandra had masturbated frequently—mostly by rubbing her clit. Every woman’s genitals were shaped differently, and Alejandra’s clitoris had always been on the larger side. When it got hard, it was about the size of a pinky fingernail, something she had honestly been self-conscious about. She wondered if there was a connection between her originally large clit and how viciously thick and brutal her glans had become now. There was no way to verify it, but Alejandra chose to believe in that theory.
And the satisfaction she felt now—bucking and spurting thick ropes of cum through her cock—was far greater than anything she used to get from rubbing her clit. Of course, ejaculation had its downsides too. Especially when masturbating alone. The sheer volume—easily 100 milliliters per load—made cleanup a nightmare. Thanks to the academy’s unique circumstances, every dorm room was stocked with massive piles of towels, and there were dedicated laundry bins for them in every hallway, but still…
Carrying a towel soaked through with your own cum, awkwardly pulling your pants back up with one hand, nervously stepping into the corridor hoping you wouldn’t run into anyone, opening the laundry bin, nearly gagging at the thick stench of semen, tossing your cum-drenched towel inside, closing the lid, then rushing back to your room to wash your hands… It wasn’t exactly pleasant. And if you actually did bump into someone, the shame was unbearable.
But when she used Gyeoul for sexual relief, the act of expelling semen became an advantage that maximized her satisfaction instead. The feeling of thick cum surging up through her urethra was far more fulfilling than the mere trembling of a clit. Injecting that load deep into Gyeoul’s pussy gave her an incomparable sense of dominance. Splattering it across her body felt like the most obscene paint job in the world. And when she fed it to her mouth, she could feel the sensation of her own seed becoming a literal part of Gyeoul’s body.
In short, semen only reached completion with the existence of a female to receive it. The childish pleasure of making a mess and having someone else clean it up couldn’t be denied either.
“Huu…”
Finally, Alejandra pulled her now-softened cock from Gyeoul’s throat-pussy. Even softened, it was still massive—her glans remained lodged past the entrance of Gyeoul’s throat. In response, Gyeoul kept her throat relaxed but tightened her lips, milking out the last drops of semen still clinging to the urethra. Then, right before the sensitive glans touched her lips, she loosened her grip just enough not to overstimulate it. It was a masterful display of cum extraction worthy of a top-class whore.
Thanks to that skillful motion, Gyeoul seemed to recover a tiny sliver of her pride as a prostitute. Just a little.
Because at that exact moment, Kazuha’s cock had just scraped against the back of her womb from behind. Her vision was still sparkling from the intense orgasm, and the thick plug that had been Alejandra’s cock in her throat was now gone. So the sounds came pouring out unchecked.
“Ugh♡ Hngh♡ K-Kuuuugh♡”
Obscene, watery moans spilled from her lips in a messy torrent.
“He♡ Uee…♡”
Their eyes met—Gyeoul’s lost in pleasure, Alejandra’s burning with lust. Even in that state, Gyeoul’s gaze apologized to her. I’m sorry. You paid so much for me, yet I can’t serve you properly. But then Kazuha’s cock scraped the back of her womb again, poking at the junction between her rectum and colon, and her eyes rolled back completely.
“Ugh…!! ♡”
Once again, psshhhhhhh!! She squirted violently. Hot liquid splattered against the bedsheets and sprayed across Alejandra’s stomach and thighs. Of course, it also hit her cock.
“Huu… ♡”
The combination of Gyeoul’s shameless, lewd display and the direct and indirect stimulation against her shaft made Alejandra’s cock harden again instantly. At that moment, her eyes met Kazuha’s—the oni who was still ravaging Gyeoul from behind. Their expressions twisted in almost identical ways. Not quite hostile, but definitely annoyed.
However—
“Let me fuck her too. Lift her up.”
At Alejandra’s words, Kazuha clicked her tongue but complied. At night it might have been different, but during the day, Gyeoul belonged to everyone. That was the absolute rule. And it was a rule that Gyeoul herself had strongly advocated for. So Kazuha let the nearly melted Gyeoul lean against her, slipped her hands under the backs of her knees, and lifted her up.
“Hue…?”
Oni were slender and petite, but they were still a demon race. Lifting a single woman was nothing to them. Gyeoul was hoisted easily into the air, forced into the same full nelson position Laia had used on her that Thursday. But it didn’t end there. When Laia had done it, Gyeoul’s pussy had been the one getting penetrated. Now, with Kazuha’s cock buried deep in her asshole, her cunt was completely exposed.
Unlike her anus—which had been lovingly worshipped by Kazuha’s tongue and then thoroughly used—her pussy had yet to receive a single cock today. Of course, the previous guests before Alejandra and Kazuha had spoiled it plenty, but that was then and this was now. Gyeoul’s pussy twitched and fluttered on its own, begging to be filled with cock, dripping thick strands of pussy juice.
It wasn’t just clear, sticky nectar. Thick, opaque, white love juice—different in texture and color from semen—flowed out in heavy globs. ♡ Glurk, glurk. Earlier it had been soaking her urethra and clit, forming droplets that hung from her swollen nub before falling. Now the direction had changed. The fluid ran down the short distance between her pussy and asshole, coating the base of Kazuha’s cock, then trickled down between the wrinkles of her heavy balls.
And against that gaping, drooling cunt, Alejandra pressed her thick, brutal glans.
The unique wet chuuk♡ sound of soaked flesh meeting soaked flesh rang out. It wasn’t intentional, but the head of her cock slapped directly against Gyeoul’s swollen clit. Even that single stimulation was enough to make Gyeoul cum instantly.
“Uhoooock!? ♡”
Of course, the fact that Kazuha’s massive cock was still stuffing her rectum full played a huge part too.
“B-Big sis…!”
Even in the middle of all this, Gyeoul desperately tried to remain a professional whore. If she allowed penetration now—if both holes were fucked at the same time—she knew she would lose her mind completely and be ravaged without pause. She couldn’t let that happen. A whore mustn’t let that happen. She was supposed to serve her customers properly. She had to provide good service.
Driven by that professional desperation, Gyeoul squeezed out the last of her strength, forced a sloppy, melting smile, and begged.
“I-I’ll—”
Even if she had been given time to speak slowly, it probably wouldn’t have mattered. Even in her own mind, she couldn’t think of any words that would let her regain control in this situation.
But Alejandra didn’t give her that chance. She had no patience left. Her thick glans took perfect aim at Gyeoul’s twitching pussy entrance.
Gguuuk♡ Chyuuup♡
Into the hole she had already explored dozens upon dozens of times, her cock began to slide in slowly.
“Ughoooo…!? ♡”
The already overwhelming sensation of being stuffed full doubled—no, increased far beyond that.