Chacha's Blushing Awakening
Chacha (Horse Beastman)
Beastmen. Humans who possessed animal ears and tails tended to have personalities similar to those animals.
Dog beastmen formed attachments easily, while cat beastmen were prickly yet craved closeness.
Of course, every person was different, and even among animals there were variations in temperament. Some dogs loved picking fights with people, and some cats behaved like dogs.
But Chacha was a textbook example of a horse beastman.
“Ugh…”
It meant she was timid and easily frightened.
Many people misunderstood because of the image of riding horses and warhorses, but horses were ultimately herbivores. Their swift legs existed for fleeing, not for chasing and killing.
‘What does this even mean…?’
Chacha’s tail swayed restlessly from side to side as she read the signboard in front of the sexual relief room, betraying her confusion and anxiety.
In truth, when Chacha heard that Gyeoul would not be under hypnosis today, her first thought had been that she shouldn’t come.
Because she hated Gyeoul?
No. The exact opposite.
Chacha had fallen for her long ago.
From the very first day they met—in other words, the academy’s opening day.
It had begun with Eladriel’s dramatic intrusion onto the podium—the academy’s very first sexual relief session.
In truth, a stage where the entire student body watched was hardly an appealing location for a sexual experience. Even less so for one’s first time.
Everyone had simply been in too much pain from their uncontrollable lust.
Gyeoul’s lewdness and overwhelming charm had been powerful enough to make them forget the setting entirely.
And because Eladriel had taken the lead.
The crowd had simply surged forward, each girl thinking, Next is me! If I can’t use her pussy, I’ll settle for her mouth!
Chacha had been the same, but her timid nature made her hesitate. She ended up going last.
Even so, once she finally stepped forward, she had stomped her feet with nervous determination—It’s my turn next!—her tail thrashing wildly left and right.
And at last, Chacha’s turn arrived.
Gyeoul’s body, which had already accepted the lust of more than ten futanaris, was revealed before her eyes.
“Hehe, ehehehe…♡”
The sight was so breathtakingly beautiful and obscene that it stole her breath away.
Breasts so enormous they couldn’t possibly fit in one hand.
Soft, pale skin.
A body utterly devoid of muscle, overflowing with plush fat that would yield softly no matter where it was pressed.
Gyeoul wasn’t fat, of course. Her arms, calves, and waist were elegantly slender. It was simply that her body had a low muscle ratio and an exceptionally high fat ratio.
Yet that white, velvety skin had been almost invisible to Chacha.
Because it was completely covered. In cloudy semen, semen, and still more semen.
Her face, which had first been used as a throat pussy.
Her massive pair of breasts, now flushed red from the rough fondling and slapping of lust-crazed students.
Her soft white belly with its slightly protruding womb crest.
Her thighs, thick and plush at the perfect depth to stimulate male desire.
Every inch of her was drenched in cum.
Her face wore a full semen mask.
Her breasts were glazed with it.
The same for her belly, where a small pool had collected in her navel.
But the place that had received the most was, of course, her pussy.
Thick ropes of semen continued to pour from her reddened, twitching entrance, pooling beneath the cleft of her ass.
And in the middle of that obscene spectacle, Gyeoul was smiling.
“He♡ Eheee…♡” she giggled, drunk on pleasure.
She looked happy.
The moment Chacha saw that smile, an impact she had never experienced before slammed into her.
Her massive cock—shaped exactly like a stallion’s—swelled violently.
It wanted to claim this female. It wanted to make her its own.
“…♡”
Thick veins bulged across its surface like angry cords, and clear precum welled at the flared tip before trickling down.
‘Gyeoul… I want to breed you♡’
When the excited Chacha dropped her heavy cock onto Gyeoul’s belly with a heavy thud—
“I…”
Gyeoul mumbled something.
“I’m the sexual relief committee member. So everyone… eve… ryone?”
Then she blinked.
“…Huh?”
Blink.
Blink blink.
Suddenly Gyeoul startled, her whole body trembling as if she had only just noticed the thick layer of semen coating her entire figure.
“Wh-what?!”
Her eyes landed on the enormous, distinctly non-human cock resting on her stomach.
“……!!!!”
Her face drained of all color.
Her pupils dilated in raw terror.
In that instant, Chacha felt as though a cold blade had been driven into her heart.
Ah.
I really am a monster.
The disgust she felt toward her own body was something every futanari student experienced, but for Chacha it had always been especially severe.
Because the only beastman traits she possessed were her ears and tail.
In other words, both her male and female organs were shaped like a human’s.
Indeed, the pussy hidden behind her heavy balls and stallion cock was indistinguishable from any human girl’s.
Yet the cock that had sprouted from her was that of a horse.
No one knew why. A curse was never meant to be rational in the first place.
But for someone as timid and fearful as Chacha, it was an especially cruel absurdity.
From the moment she first saw the alien organ growing between her legs, the self-loathing and sorrow she had tried to suppress had threatened to drown her heart in darkness.
Yes. She truly was a monster. Gyeoul’s expression proved it.
The way she had recoiled, face turning deathly pale—that was the most damning evidence of all.
But then.
Gyeoul’s gaze traveled from Chacha’s cock up to her face.
She blinked again.
An ‘oops’ expression crossed her features.
The proof that Chacha was a monster vanished as if it had never existed.
And Gyeoul smiled at her.
“Are you okay…?”
The smile was awkward.
It was painfully obvious she was trying to comfort her.
But it was not the smile one gave a monster.
Gyeoul raised one hand, only to realize—too late—that her entire arm was coated in semen. She gave it a little shake.
Thick globs of white fell with wet plops. She wiped the rest on her own hair.
Then she reached out and gently stroked the top of Chacha’s head.
“Sorry. I was a little surprised… What’s your name?”
Gyeoul’s hand was still slightly sticky from the cum.
Yet Chacha didn’t find it dirty in the slightest.
“I’m…”
In her eyes, Gyeoul’s smile suddenly seemed unbearably radiant.
So bright that her eyes stung, her mouth tingled, and her heart ached with sweetness.
The cold blade that had pierced her chest moments ago melted away, replaced by a heat so intense it felt like her heart was being scorched. It wasn’t merely warmth—it was a blaze dozens, hundreds of times greater than the chill it drove out.
Her heart hammered. Her face burned. Her whole body felt feverish. Her mouth tingled and her chest felt tight, as though something were pressing against her ribcage.
It was the first time in her life she had felt such an emotion.
Yet it was also an emotion whose name required no explanation from anyone else.
“My name is Chacha.”
“Chacha, huh? I’m Gyeoul. Han Gyeoul.”
When Gyeoul spoke her own name, Chacha’s lips moved along with her, savoring the sound.
Two syllables wrapped in a veil of heat, sweetness, and lewd fragrance.
Just then, Principal Parin finally managed to push through the wall of students.
“Everyone, please make way!”
And then the hypnosis came again.
It was instantaneous. There was a soft poof, and Gyeoul’s eyes slid shut.
Chacha knew nothing of magic, but she had heard that spells affecting the mind were extraordinarily complex.
And the more complex the magic, the harder it was to cast—that was common sense.
It was no wonder Parin’s reputation as a mage had spread across the entire empire and all three continents.
Suddenly, a question occurred to Chacha.
Why would a mage as great as Parin choose to become the principal of this academy?
Had someone ordered her to? Impossible. Anyone with the authority to command a talent like Parin would have given her a far more important task.
Then… had she come of her own free will?
But why?
What possible reason could someone like Parin have for voluntarily coming to an academy that gathered only futanari?
Could it be that—
But the question that had been leading Chacha toward the truth was swept from her mind the moment Gyeoul—now back in her role as sexual relief committee member—reached out to her.
“Ahaa…♡ What a wonderful cock♡”
This time, however, Gyeoul’s hand did not go to Chacha’s head. It went to her cock.
She gently wrapped her fingers around the thick, hot, rugged length.
The soft touch nearly made Chacha cum on the spot. She had to clench her teeth hard enough to grind them just to hold back.
Thoughts of Parin or anything else vanished completely from her mind. She was on the verge of forgetting her own name.
“Haa…♡ Such a wonderful cock♡ But it looks like it’s suffering…”
Gyeoul let out a sweet, syrupy breath.
“Here♡”
She lifted both legs high.
Exposing her pussy completely—still leaking thick globs of semen—so that it was fully visible.
This was the biological sexual relief hole meant for cocks. A semen outlet designed by nature and further corrupted by an unknown succubus into something far more obscene. A flesh sleeve created solely for milking cum.
“Do whatever you want♡”
It was the duty she had been assigned as class committee member.
To the classmates suffering from their cocks and sexual urges, she was to provide her own lewd pussy hole that drooled pussy juices nonstop so they could fill not only her vagina but her womb to the brim with thick, sticky semen.
So Gyeoul smiled with sloppy, pleasure-drunk delight.
She waited in eager anticipation for how that massive, inhuman horse cock would scrape against her inner walls.
Her clit trembled with excitement.
One hand guided Chacha’s cock.
The other spread her own pussy lips wide, using her index and middle fingers to pull herself open.
“Right here♡”
The hot stallion cock pressed against Gyeoul’s slick inner folds and made a wet, obscene chwaap♡ sound.
