Applications of Stuck-in-Wall and Emotionless Sex (4)
Whatever it was, the first time you experienced it always delivered a fresh shock. The first time you touched something hot, or the moment bread first entered your mouth—everyone must have felt that jolt. Those memories simply faded because they belonged to early childhood. Shocks received after one had grown, however, lingered long in the mind, and the most intense among them became permanently etched into the brain.
The shock the academy students felt when they first slid their cocks into Gyeoul’s pussy was exactly that. Eladriel, Kazuha, Laia, and every single one of the others. The instant they sensed the texture of her inner walls from the platform, the sensation branded itself into their minds so deeply they could never forget the existence named Gyeoul again.
And the same was true for Chacha.
“Ha, haaah…♡”
She gripped her horse-like cock with one hand and pressed the tip against Gyeoul’s slick folds. That alone sent an electric throb of pleasure racing through her entire body from the glans.
“Ah, ah…♡”
Chacha’s mouth fell open in a daze. If she lost concentration for even a second, she would cum on the spot. The result was the same slightly foolish expression the other futanari had worn when they faced Gyeoul.
She pushed and rubbed her cock, searching for the entrance.
“Euuu…♡”
Even after finding it, she couldn’t push inside easily. The unique shape of her cock was to blame. A human cock tapered at the glans and thickened gradually. A horse cock, however, had a broad, flared head, with the narrowest part sitting right behind that flare. Insertion was notoriously difficult.
Chacha was learning that lesson with painful clarity.
“Euuu…”
The hole was right there. Right there. She aimed the glans and pushed, yet it refused to slide in. Why? The other girls had seemed to bury themselves the moment they located the entrance.
As expected, I’m a fre—
“Huu…”
Gyeoul let out a slow, deliberate breath. She used the deep inhalation to relax her muscles—especially the ones surrounding her vagina and anus. The tension around her entrance eased, if only slightly. Of course, since she possessed an ordinary human body, the change was far from dramatic.
“Huu…”
But it was enough. The softened opening finally accepted the blunt head that had been pressing against it so insistently. The flesh around the entrance stretched inward with the glans for a moment… then, with a soft pop, it slid back into place, leaving only the thick head lodged inside.
“Haaah♡”
At last successful, Chacha was struck by an overwhelming wave of unfamiliar pleasure. Her vision blurred. Her eyes lost focus. A pathetic moan spilled from her throat.
“Ughok…♡”
How could she even describe it? Like plunging her cock into hot water? Like being caressed by a slippery, loving hand? Yet it was nothing like a hand. Unlike fingers that could never fully wrap around the entire shaft, a pussy embraced it completely, three hundred and sixty degrees. The vertical folds stroked and squeezed with rhythmic, affectionate pressure—tight♡ tighter♡ tighter still♡.
Chacha found the sensation both wondrous and strange. She had grown a cock, yet her own lower body still contained a hole like this. How could something so perfectly optimized for milking cocks even exist? Women—and their pussies—were truly miraculous.
That very evening, Chacha would come to another realization: that Gyeoul’s pussy was not merely good, but on an entirely different level—an incomparably superior cock-sleeve.
She discovered it when curiosity drove her to slip a finger into her own sex while lying in bed.
The moment she did, Chacha froze.
Huh…?
The structure was identical. There was a hole, internal folds, and the same three-hundred-and-sixty-degree grip. Yet every texture that met her finger told the same story: compared to Gyeoul’s, her own pussy was vastly inferior. The folds were less dense, the natural lubrication poorer, leaving an oddly dry friction. Gyeoul’s cunt had welcomed thick cocks, long cocks, oddly shaped cocks—every single one—fitting them perfectly and delivering supreme pleasure. Her own offered no such promise.
This pussy had a predetermined ideal size. Anything larger would hurt; anything smaller would disappoint. It was bound by the ordinary rules of compatibility.
Gyeoul’s pussy, on the other hand, shattered that concept entirely. It loved every cock equally and was loved by every cock in return.
“Mmm…”
In the end, Chacha could only accept the truth. Not every pussy felt that good. Gyeoul’s was simply a special, heavenly one. Even if she had never grown a cock, she would still have been an inferior female compared to her.
A strange sense of defeat settled over her. Irritated for no clear reason, she masturbated while thinking of Gyeoul.
Sooner or later, the other students followed a similar path and reached the same conclusion. That was precisely why not a single pair of “pussy-lending partners” ever formed within the academy. No matter whose it was, nothing could compare to Gyeoul’s. When lust struck, they simply went to the relief room where she would be waiting. If that was impossible, enduring or taking care of it themselves became the natural choice. After all, opportunities to use the relief room were almost never denied.
Chacha, however, had only just entered Gyeoul for the first time. She knew none of this yet and could only marvel.
Pussy… it’s incredible…♡ My whole cock is wrapped so perfectly♡
Strictly speaking, the claim that her entire cock was enveloped was still premature. Only the glans and a little beyond had entered. Even so, the sensation already made her feel on the verge of climax. If she pushed any deeper, she would surely spill.
Chacha tried to steady her breathing and looked at Gyeoul’s face. Then—
“Ughk♡ It’s so thick…♡ Ngh…♡”
A pussy wrapping a cock in all three-hundred-and-sixty degrees also meant the cock was pressing back against the pussy in every direction. And among every futanari in the academy, Chacha possessed the largest horse cock. It stretched Gyeoul’s walls outward in every direction at once. There was simply no way Gyeoul’s exquisitely sensitive pussy could endure such pressure without cumming.
“Ah, ahh… I’m—I’m cumming♡ Hu♡ Uck, ugh, ughhh♡”
Right before Chacha’s eyes—at a distance of less than fifty centimeters—Gyeoul’s face melted into a vacant, foolish expression. Her eyes lost focus. The muscles around her mouth and jaw tightened, teeth clenching hard. A stupid, ugly, utterly pathetic female face.
Looking at it, Chacha fell in love all over again.
So beautiful.
Objectively, the most beautiful being in the entire academy was Eladriel. Yet in Chacha’s eyes, no one was prettier than Gyeoul. The two statements did not contradict each other.
And Chacha succeeded where even Eladriel had not. She naturally leaned her upper body forward. Their breasts met before their lips ever could—Gyeoul’s enormous, soft mounds and Chacha’s aerodynamic pair. Nipples brushed nipples, sending lewd sparks through both of them.
Leaning forward in missionary position naturally drove the cock deeper. The massive flared head of Chacha’s horse cock plowed into Gyeoul like a drill, stretching her inner walls wider than they had ever been stretched before.
“Ughkewk♡”
Gyeoul gasped at the alien sensation so different from a human cock. It was thick. Because the glans of a horse cock was thicker than the shaft behind it, its presence felt overwhelming. A normal cylinder would stretch a hole to a certain width that remained consistent. But something shaped like a narrow-necked vase? The thickest part would force her open, then the narrower section would let her close again, only for the fat head to stretch her once more.
It was not a question of better or worse. It was simply unique. Different.
And that unique cock kept pushing deeper. Before long the broad glans reached the deepest point of Gyeoul’s pussy, yet it did not stop. It continued to press forward.
“Keheuk…♡”
A pussy was not a rigid tube but more like a flexible leather pouch. Normally narrow, it could stretch elastically under arousal and pressure. And so, at last, Chacha’s entire massive length sank inside Gyeoul to the very root.
“…♡”
Chacha panted desperately, fighting with all her might not to cum.
“Ugh♡ Ughok…♡”
Gyeoul, pinned beneath her, fluttered through another orgasm.
Now that the cock was fully seated, their lips were about to meet—
“!!”
Someone planted their knees above Gyeoul’s head, sat down, and brought another cock right to the entrance of her mouth.
“Heek♡”
The scent of cock—thick with the smell of the semen her own pussy had just milked—hit Gyeoul. She reflexively opened her mouth and tilted her head back, offering herself.
Her lips met the glans of that new cock instead of Chacha’s mouth.
The culprit who had blocked what should have been a kiss was none other than Eladriel.
“…!”
“—!”
Chacha and Eladriel’s eyes met. The image a high elf was meant to embody was one of warm nobility. Yet the gaze Eladriel leveled at Chacha now burned with raw jealousy and envy, exactly like any ordinary woman.
And at that gaze, the frail, timid horse beastkin’s reaction was—