Stuck in the Wall and Emotionless Sex (5)
Eladriel’s gaze burned with fierce jealousy. Chacha reflexively tried to look away. It was in her nature, and it was her habit. But her head refused to turn. Something deeper than personality, stronger than habit. More primal. More fundamental. Instinct—the raw male instinct that refused to surrender a female he had mounted without a fight. That powerful force clamped Chacha’s molars shut and made her stare straight back into Eladriel’s eyes.
Horses are timid creatures. When danger approaches, their first reaction is to flee. But if there is nowhere to run, they become creatures that kick the threat away with their hooves. With terrifying leg strength that can create distance in a single powerful stamp.
“…”
“—”
The high elf and the horse beastkin didn’t exchange a single word. They simply glared at each other, teeth clenched, both displaying a savagery completely uncharacteristic of their respective races. Beneath the two of them, Gyeoul was being used simultaneously in both her front and throat entrances, letting out hazy, pleasure-drunk moans.
“Ughk… kuhk♡”
But the standoff between Eladriel and Chacha didn’t last long. Because in the end, neither the high elf nor the horse beastkin could hold out for very long.
“Kuhk…♡”
“Ah, haa…♡”
Once they had climaxed, there were only two options: withdraw from Gyeoul or be dragged away by someone else.
“—♡”
From the spot where she had taken a step back, Eladriel watched the woman she loved being used by another futanari, moaning and crying out in ecstasy. Then her eyes met Chacha’s once again.
“…Hmph.”
“…Tsk.”
This time, both of them deliberately looked away. Their hostility was too faint to be called a true rivalry.
So what had Chacha done after that long, winding journey of finally realizing she had fallen in love with Gyeoul?
A bold confession? Waiting anxiously for the weekend just so she could talk to the un-hypnotized Gyeoul?
Of course it was neither. Chacha was timid and weak-willed. The more she loved Gyeoul, the more terrified she became of even meeting her eyes. It was still manageable when Gyeoul was under hypnosis. The memories remained, but that version of Gyeoul wasn’t really her. But what about when the hypnosis was lifted?
During Gyeoul’s first holiday—Saturday of the first week—Chacha couldn’t even muster the courage to step outside her room. Because she was scared. What if she ran into the sane Gyeoul and saw nothing but contempt in her eyes?
The rational part of her mind tried to reassure her that such a thing would never happen. But what if she said something stupid or did something unnecessary and earned Gyeoul’s hatred? The rational voice argued back that there was no way that would happen, and even if she did slip up, Gyeoul wasn’t the kind of person who would hate her over it. It even offered proof: if she were, she would never have shown Chacha that gentle smile.
But what if, no matter what, Gyeoul ended up despising her anyway?
At that point the rational voice inside Chacha’s head simply gave up, smacked her upside the head, and left.
Even Chacha herself found it frustrating, but there was nothing she could do. The more timid a person is, the easier it is for negative assumptions to spiral out of control. That was exactly the kind of person Chacha was.
Still, by the end of the second week, she had grown somewhat used to it.
“U-uuuuh…”
It was now Friday of the second week. Originally this should have been the final day of Prostitute Week, but due to various circumstances, it had been decided that Gyeoul would provide sexual relief for just one day without hypnosis. Chacha stood in front of the door, fidgeting restlessly, unsure what to do.
She had read the signboard so many times she could recite it with her eyes closed. And yet… so what?
‘I want to do it with the un-hypnotized Gyeoul.’
‘Just meeting her eyes scares me.’
Contradictory emotions. Still, the fact that she had come all the way to the sexual relief room and was standing here agonizing over it was a huge step forward.
To check the situation, Chacha tried to press her ear against the door, but—
“What are you doing standing out here?”
“!”
Someone behind her reached past and opened the door, and she stumbled inside before she could stop herself.
“—Whoa.”
The moment she saw the scene inside, Chacha froze in place as if enchanted. Her cock stood rock-hard at full erection.
Oh my god.
How could such a lewd, vulgar space even exist?
Chacha’s eyes drank in the sight of the sexual relief room like a parched traveler gulping down water. Gyeoul’s two legs spread wide to either side. The curtain that completely hid her upper body. And the futanari currently using Gyeoul’s pussy—a fellow academy student in name only.
Isn’t that Yggdrasil?
There was no mistaking that thick dragon tail. Because of her short stature, the height wasn’t quite right, so Yggdrasil was standing on a small platform as she thrust into Gyeoul’s cunt.
“Haa♡ Ah… it’s so warm, ugh…♡ Uhuuuk…♡”
Her voice was dreamy and loose, drowning in the pleasure transmitted through her cock.
“So good…♡ Uu, huuu… Pussy, I love pussy…!”
Watching the woman she loved being ravished by Yggdrasil, Chacha’s cock grew even harder. Unlike a certain high elf, Chacha felt no dissatisfaction at the fact that Gyeoul was everyone’s sexual relief committee member.
Because—
Gyeoul is most beautiful when she’s covered in semen.
She had thought so from the very first moment they met. How could there be a woman who looked so perfect with cock and cum? The woman named Gyeoul was most beautiful when she was being lewd. Semen was the finest makeup, and her face twisted in orgasm was the expression that revealed her true charm most clearly. Therefore, if you loved Gyeoul, you had to help her bloom as lewdly as possible.
…It wasn’t exactly something she could shout out loud in public. In fact, Chacha herself had spent many nights agonizing over whether this was truly right. Maybe her own fetish had simply twisted beyond repair? Maybe the shock of that first meeting had warped her mind.
But after thinking it over, after experiencing both Committee Member Week and Prostitute Week, Chacha’s conviction had only grown stronger. Yes, Gyeoul was most beautiful when she was lewd. It wasn’t that her own tastes were strange—Gyeoul was simply special.
As Chacha watched, Yggdrasil’s body suddenly stiffened.
“Kuh, ha♡”
Slow, powerful strokes—thud… thud… thud—! She slammed in deep and began to tremble violently.
“Huaa, huuaaa…♡”
Leaning against Gyeoul’s lower back while still buried inside, Yggdrasil’s crotch was completely exposed. From top to bottom: her anus, her pussy, her balls, and her throbbing, pulsing cock still spurting cum.
But Chacha felt no sexual desire toward Yggdrasil. It probably would have been the same for any other student. It wasn’t that Yggdrasil was the problem. With Gyeoul right there, no other woman could possibly register as female.
Anyway, Yggdrasil stayed in that position for a while, savoring the afterglow, before finally slowly pulling her cock out. Gyeoul’s vaginal flesh clung to it obscenely as it withdrew.
“Gulp…”
Chacha swallowed hard. She, like every other student in this academy, knew very well just how greedy and spoiled Gyeoul’s pussy was. She had felt it for herself.
Finally, the cock popped free with a wet sound, and thick semen poured out in a heavy gush.
“Haa… haaaa… Ah, that was amazing…♡”
Yggdrasil climbed down from the platform with a silly, satisfied grin and moved aside. Only then did parts of the scene that had been hidden behind her enter Chacha’s view. The bucket placed underneath to catch the semen. Gyeoul’s pussy, still drooling thick, cloudy cum. Her swollen, reddened labia and the glistening pink inner folds. The way the semen flowed down, caressing her clitoris as it went. Her ass, reddened from being spanked by students who couldn’t control their instincts.
“—♡”
In that instant, Chacha reached the absolute limit of visual stimulation she could handle. She was so aroused it almost hurt.
Gyeoul♡
So lewd. So beautiful. Beautiful because she was lewd. Lewd because she was beautiful.
Incidentally, on one side of the sexual relief room, Miel was timidly shifting her weight from foot to foot while sending out a hesitant gaze that seemed to say, Um, everyone? If the line is too long, I’m here too…? But Chacha didn’t notice her at all.
Chacha took a dazed step toward Gyeoul, but—
“Wait. I’m first.”
Someone’s arm blocked her path.
“…Kazuha.”
“You were standing in front of the door so I couldn’t get in. So obviously I get to go first, right?”
Even Chacha had to admit that was fair. Though reluctant, she nodded.
“I understand. Please go ahead.”
“Good. I’ll try to finish quickly…♡”
Kazuha’s eyes were already locked onto Gyeoul’s pussy. More precisely, on the twitching pink hole just slightly above it. As Kazuha picked up the bottle of love gel, Chacha looked around the sexual relief room.
Huh?
Only then did she realize there were students on the other side of the curtain as well. She had assumed Gyeoul was under some kind of forced sleep magic since she supposedly couldn’t feel anything, but that didn’t seem to be the case. Chacha’s ears perked up. She could hear students talking on the other side of the curtain—and one of the voices was Gyeoul’s.
In the end, curiosity won out. Chacha peeked around the curtain.
What she saw was—
Wait, her breasts…
Gyeoul was using her own enormous breasts as a pillow. How was that even possible? Well, given their size, it was physically possible, but didn’t it hurt? Maybe their sheer mass distributed the weight so it didn’t hurt? Or were Gyeoul’s breasts just that special?
It was so shocking that it took her a full three seconds to realize Gyeoul was in the middle of studying. In front of her was a children’s primer used for learning letters—the standard imperial alphabet textbook.
“This is the ‘z’ sound. And this is also the ‘z’ sound.”
“Aren’t they the same?”
“Listen carefully again. ‘Zzz,’ and ‘Zzz.’”
“Hmm…?”
Several students were gathered around Gyeoul, helping her study. And the person sitting directly in front of her was—