The Teacher and Teaching Material for Training Females (1)
I was teaching a woman. When you thought about it, the situation was downright absurd. Among the four people here, only Gyeoul had neither been born female nor raised as one. Yet no one raised any objection to her words. Because the greatest teacher for instructing a cock on how to handle a woman was none other than Han Gyeoul, standing right before them.
“Then, Lady Trisha, would you please remove my underwear?”
Gyeoul said as she lifted her skirt. Trisha reached out. Her hand was trembling. After several failed attempts, her shaking fingers finally managed to catch the edge of the panties. She pulled them downward, and Gyeoul’s pussy was revealed.
“—!”
A wave of scorching heat. The scent of a bitch in heat that had been trapped beneath thin fabric. And the exposed slit, the parted shape of her cunt. But the panties had only been pulled down far enough to catch, with just the clitoris peeking out its head.
“As you can see, if I don’t lift my hips like this, you can’t remove the panties. Of course, you could force them off with brute strength.”
Only then did Gyeoul slightly raise her hips. The fabric that had refused to slide down easily now slipped off without resistance.
“Like this, if the panties come off so readily, it means the female has been waiting for cock. Please remember that well.”
“Uh… yes….”
Trisha felt dazed, yet strangely, every word Gyeoul taught sank deep into her mind. She would never forget the contents of this lesson.
“Very good. Now, would you spread my legs? Yes, like that—put your hands behind my knees, also called the popliteal fossa, and push them apart.”
Gyeoul’s legs opened into an M-shape. And right at the center was—
“Can you see it? My pussy.”
“…Ah♡”
Trisha was experiencing something close to religious reverence. The impudently protruding clitoris. The plump, cock-teasing outer labia. The shyly welcoming petal-like inner labia. Just below the clitoris, the faintly twitching urethral opening. And the vaginal entrance. It twitched as if sensing her gaze; every time it spread, the slick folds inside flashed into view.
A ferocious flesh hole. A terrifying orifice designed to capture cock and milk every drop of semen from it. A drug-like hole that, once you fell into it, you could never forget. The entire thing glistened, thoroughly soaked with love juices. The translucent strings connecting her thighs to her pussy were also her nectar. When her stuck-together thighs were spread, they formed glistening threads, proving that Gyeoul’s pussy juice was both incredibly slippery and highly viscous—the finest natural love gel in existence.
“Can you see the position of the vaginal entrance?”
“Yes…♡”
“That’s where you put it. If you wish, you may play with it first.”
Gyeoul looked at Trisha’s face and gave a small smile.
“I’ll teach you those kinds of games next time.”
Because Trisha looked like she would burst into tears if she didn’t shove her cock inside right this instant.
“Here, I’ll hold my own popliteal fossa. Lady, could you place a pillow under my hips? Yes, well done. This improves the angle considerably.”
Once the preparations were complete, Gyeoul smiled at the still-virgin lady—gently, and with complete composure.
“Now, please come.”
“Haa♡ Ha, haa♡”
Trisha was completely out of it. It was worse than being drunk. Her head didn’t feel empty; it felt stuffed entirely full of pussy. All intellect and intelligence had regressed, leaving only a beast behind. Pussy pussy pussy—put your cock in the pussy. Yet strangely, her movements became slower and more deliberate. Why? Had her heat reached such an extreme that she couldn’t even move her body quickly? Or had the habit of following Gyeoul’s lead become ingrained in her flesh? She didn’t know. In any case, Trisha gripped her massively swollen cock with one hand and slowly aligned it with the vaginal entrance.
“Ungh♡”
The teacher and teaching material who was supposed to instruct her on women let out her first sweet moan.
“Yes, well done…♡ Now, just push it in like that—”
Trisha’s body moved on its own. It invaded. Into Gyeoul’s depths.
“—♡”
An unimaginable pleasure crashed over Trisha. Cock was entering. Into a hole made solely for cock. Hot, slippery, and squeezing tight♡. Trisha had imagined it countless times in her head—what it would feel like to insert into a pussy. Out of curiosity, she had even fingered her own cunt. Feeling the love juices and vaginal folds, she had wondered, Is this what it feels like? It had also been mental preparation. No matter what, Trisha was to become the next empress. She had studied history and heard far too many stories of monarchs who fell into debauchery and ruined both themselves and their nations. So even if she suddenly grew a cock and screamed “Fuck! Just let me fuck a pussy once!!” while going insane, a wariness toward pleasure still remained deep inside her. What if she faced an unfamiliar pleasure defenselessly and fell completely? Because of that fear, Trisha had craved pussy while simultaneously fearing it.
In truth, if the first pussy Trisha had tasted had belonged to an ordinary woman, her mental defenses would have held. She would have observed it with a cool “So this is what it’s like,” and after climaxing and clearing her head, she would have concluded, “I see.”
But.
“Ogh♡ Hooooooock…♡”
Gyeoul’s pussy offered pleasure on an entirely different level from ordinary cunts. It was fundamentally the same kind of pleasure, of course. In the end, it simply stimulated the cock with mucous membranes to make it feel good. Yet even among “the same” meat dishes, some were merely a means to fill the stomach, while others captured the soul with supreme flavor. That was the difference between an ordinary pussy and Gyeoul’s.
The heat. The slickness. The shape of the pussy. The friction. The tightness of the squeeze. Every single aspect was supreme. It wasn’t even fixed in a single form—Gyeoul’s cunt automatically adjusted to whatever cock entered it, an auto-customizing pussy.
“Hu, huuuh…♡”
Trisha let out moans as if her soul were being sucked out. She continued until the very bottom of her lungs was empty. Because if she exhaled, the pleasure would lessen even a little. Yet even when there was no more breath left to expel, the pleasure continued mercilessly stroking her brain.
For a moment, Trisha felt fear. For the first time, she clearly recognized the collar fastened around her neck. A powerful restraint that must never be placed on the neck of one destined to become the ruler of the next empire had been locked in place.
But.
“—♡ !?!? !! ♡♡ !? —♡!!”
Trisha had been so overwhelmed by the sensations coming through her cock that she only belatedly realized she was hearing some kind of sound. She blinked to clear her blurred vision and finally made out what was in front of her.
“—Huk♡ Kkuk♡ W-wait—ga, gaaah, I’m cumming hek♡ T-Trisha♡ Lady—uhoooeck…!!”
“…Heh?”
Gyeoul was climaxing. Her previously expressionless face was horribly contorted. Her mouth hung wide open, blood had rushed to her cheeks and forehead, turning them bright red. She kept arching her back and twitching, and each time, her obscene breasts jiggled violently. Trisha realized that this was a desperate struggle to resist the pleasure, much like when she herself had tried to hold her breath earlier. But that struggle—or rather, that tit-struggle—didn’t seem particularly effective.
“Huok♡ Uk♡ Hiiiiiick♡”
Trisha hadn’t even moved after insertion, yet Gyeoul was trembling uncontrollably and cumming on her own. Her body shook from orgasm, which stimulated her pussy and made her cum again. Naturally, that shaking stimulated her pussy once more. As if even that wasn’t enough, Gyeoul’s cunt wriggled and fawned over the cock of its own accord. Welcoming its new ruler. The cock that had come to conquer her pussy like a triumphal arch. The great male who would subjugate the female.
From that Gyeoul—
“Kek♡ Huek♡”
—not a trace remained of the haughty milking maid who had arrogantly squeezed out every drop of semen.
“…Ha.”
Laughter burst from Trisha’s lips. What on earth had she been afraid of? Greed filled Trisha’s eyes. It was a greed mixed with a male’s lust and a monarch’s desire to dominate. Trisha gave a single light roll of her hips.
“Take that♡”
“Hukoooooooock!?!?”
But with that single light stroke, Gyeoul rolled her eyes back and climaxed. From the urethral opening above her vaginal entrance, a powerful psshhhhh!! of female ejaculation sprayed out. A pathetic. Helpless. Female’s white-flag surrender.
“Ha… haha♡”
A smile bloomed on Trisha’s lips. An arrogant smile. The smile of one who dominates. The sensation of ruling a female with cock. The male’s instinctive sense of superiority that could only be felt when making a female cum through fucking. Trisha had finally tasted it. And to savor that newly discovered flavor even more, she thrust into Gyeoul’s pussy with all her strength.
“—!?!?♡”