The Teacher and Teaching Material for Training Females (3)
The obscene banquet, where three males took turns devouring a single female, continued throughout the entire night. Eventually, they all collapsed into sleep. Eladriel and Trisha fell almost simultaneously. Only Laia, who possessed the greatest stamina, remained awake, embracing Gyeoul tightly.
“Haa… Gyeouuul…”
“Hngh♡ Hic♡ L-Laia♡ My ladyyy…♡”
Though she was embracing her, it wasn’t a simple, affectionate hug. Laia’s cock was buried deep inside Gyeoul’s pussy. Even someone with Laia’s endurance had been drained after having her semen sucked out by Gyeoul again and again. While she still had physical strength left, she couldn’t muster the energy to move aggressively. So she simply held Gyeoul in her arms with her cock nestled inside her.
She savored the gentle sexual pleasure that stimulated her shaft and the sensation of Gyeoul’s soft, plush body that yielded tenderly no matter where she touched. Occasionally, when the urge struck, she would bury her nose into the nape of Gyeoul’s neck and inhale deeply.
“Sniff sniff…♡ Hehe…”
There wasn’t the slightest unpleasant odor in Gyeoul’s sweat—only raw, erotic allure. It was undeniably the scent of sweat, not fruit or flowers… yet it was somehow an indescribably lewd and intoxicating aroma.
As she lazily enjoyed Gyeoul like this, even a wolf, being part of the canine family, felt the bulb at the base of her cock gradually swelling.
“Ugh, uwooo…♡”
Perhaps because she was a lycanthrope—half human, half wolf—her knot didn’t swell during climax. It only began to expand slowly if she remained inserted after ejaculating. Normally, Laia would pull out immediately after cumming. Once the knot fully inflated, she wouldn’t be able to remove it from Gyeoul’s pussy until it subsided. Besides, in the sexual relief room, another student might enter at any moment seeking relief.
Wolves were pack animals with strong social instincts. Laia hated causing conflict.
“Haaaa…♡”
That was why she felt such deep satisfaction in this rare moment—being able to stay buried inside Gyeoul after climax and savor the afterglow while holding her. In truth, the physical pleasure wasn’t even that intense. But just as the most delicious food in the world is the one you’re forbidden from eating, this situation felt extraordinarily precious to Laia.
Lying there so languidly, sleep gradually overtook her. She saw no reason to resist. After all, even if she wanted to pull out now, she couldn’t.
“Sleep well, Gyeoul…”
And so, even the last one standing—Laia—finally drifted off to sleep. Still holding Gyeoul tightly in her arms.
Of course, for quite some time afterward, Gyeoul remained awake.
“Ugh, hooock♡ It’s so thiiick♡ Hek, uwohock…♡ Kkuek♡ My pussy’s getting crushed…♡♡”
The far-from-gentle sexual stimulation relentlessly pounded her pussy, forcing her to keep climaxing. At the entrance of her vagina lay the hidden root of her clitoris, and just a finger or two deeper was her G-spot. Laia’s canine-shaped cock was enormous, and her knot was proportionally massive—its diameter nearly as thick as Gyeoul’s pinky finger.
That meant even simply remaining inside her with the knot fully swollen, it constantly pressed… and pressed… and pressed against Gyeoul’s clitoris and G-spot from within. It kept grinding against her climax buttons without mercy.
“Hnghock♡ I-I’m cumming… hngh♡ N-no, I shouldn’t♡ I-I need to sleep♡ U-uh, ah, ah, I’m cumming again♡ U-uuugh♡ Uuuuuuuuugh♡”
Gyeoul trembled. Shuddered. Climax. Climax. Another climax.
“Oooock♡ Kk—”
In the end, Gyeoul didn’t fall asleep—she passed out. Completely enveloped by Laia, both outside and inside.
**
Trisha awoke from an incredibly, obscenely lewd dream. She couldn’t remember the contents, but she distinctly recalled that it had been so filthy it would have been difficult to describe even if she could. And when she opened her eyes, the cause of that dream was clearly visible right in front of her.
“Hnnph… hnnmph.”
Her eyes met Gyeoul’s, who had Trisha’s cock swallowed deep down her throat.
…Well, that made sense. A maid was supposed to wake before her mistress and attend to her needs. That was the standard. But Trisha had never imagined that “standard” behavior would be applied in quite this way.
Gyeoul kept Trisha’s cock lodged in her throat, slowly closing her eyes and gently lowering her head. It was as if she were performing a courteous bow to her awakened lady, simply adapted to the current circumstances. The fact that those circumstances involved deepthroating a cock was… well, problematic? Or perhaps not? It was certainly unconventional.
Yet Trisha had no complaints. Quite the opposite.
“Ugh… ha, haa…”
To be greeted the moment she woke with Gyeoul’s throat-pussy service—she couldn’t imagine a more perfect way to start the day.
‘Thank goodness the maid hypnosis is still in effect.’
Just as Trisha thought, Gyeoul was still operating as the Milking Therapist and Penis-in-Charge Maid. And it was only natural that morning fellatio was part of a penis maid’s duties.
“Hnnph, hnnm…♡”
Gyeoul moved her head with deliberate slowness. The fellatio she was performing for Lady Trisha right now was strictly for waking her. Its purpose was to rouse her gently and pleasantly, so she avoided any vigorous movements.
Here was a question: What constituted a pleasant awakening? Conversely, what was an unpleasant one?
Starting with the latter—it was waking up with a sudden jolt from intense stimulation. With that answered, the former became obvious. A pleasant awakening was when consciousness slowly, gradually rose from the depths of sleep.
Therefore, the waking fellatio had to match that principle.
First, Gyeoul carefully adjusted Trisha’s still-sleeping body until she lay flat on her back.
“Mmmnya…”
Then she approached the massive erection that Trisha was proudly displaying even in her sleep. For a long while, she simply… stayed perfectly still. And breathed warm air onto it.
“Haaa…♡ Haaaa…♡”
Gently. Devotedly. Trisha’s cock was so large that Gyeoul had to be careful not to let her breath concentrate on any single spot. For a full twenty minutes, she did nothing but breathe on it before finally moving to the next stage.
She parted her own massive breasts to the sides and slowly… carefully… sandwiched Trisha’s cock between them. She applied no pressure. The goal wasn’t stimulation, but to let the entire length grow accustomed to her body heat.
All the while, she continued breathing warmly onto the glans.
Haaa…♡ Haaaaaaa…♡
Once the cock had sufficiently acclimated to her temperature, she parted her lips and gently enveloped the glans. She held it there without moving. She was especially careful not to let her tongue touch it. She breathed slowly so the air wouldn’t suddenly change. She waited until the cock adapted to the slightly higher temperature inside her mouth.
This stage was the hardest. To simply hold a cock in her mouth and remain completely still—how could there be an action so contrary to common sense and instinct? It would have been far easier to devote herself with all her strength. Moreover, even just holding the glans in her mouth, the intense taste and scent of Trisha’s cock flooded her senses. Especially since it was still coated with the fluids from brutally ravaging Gyeoul’s pussy the night before. Simply holding it brought those vivid memories rushing back.
But she had to endure. It was truly difficult.
Yet Gyeoul succeeded. Because she was a diligent person.
She held still until the cock had fully adjusted to the warmth of her mouth.
“Hrrlph… mmmph… glrk…”
Slowly, she began swallowing the cock deeper into her throat. Then she slowly pulled back… swallowed again… pulled back again, repeating the motion. Little by little, she increased the pace.
By the time Trisha finally stirred with a groggy “Uweh…?” and opened her eyes, Gyeoul had reached a smooth, leisurely rhythm of sliding it in and out. It was the perfected form of waking fellatio. It was quite literally impossible to wake up feeling any better than this.
And the awakened Trisha didn’t need to give any new instructions. Gyeoul had already gradually increased her pace, perfectly timing it so that Trisha would cum exactly when she wanted to.
“Hooooooo…♡”
Trisha shuddered, letting out a sigh mixed with satisfaction and pleasure.
Gyeoul continued moving her throat at a steady rhythm—gulp, gulp—swallowing every drop of semen. Though she had the urge to closely observe the state of the cum, she held back. The most important thing right now was ensuring Lady Trisha’s awakening was as pleasant as possible.
At last, the long ejaculation ended. Along with an even longer waking blowjob.
Gyeoul pursed her lips to squeeze out the last remnants from the urethra, then pulled her mouth away.
“Puhhaa…♡”
The thick, sticky saliva that had accumulated from prolonged throat stimulation formed glistening strands connecting Trisha’s cock to Gyeoul’s lips.
For a brief moment, Trisha felt an overwhelming impulse to collar Gyeoul’s neck, tighten it, and torment her until that calm face twisted in agony. She wanted to punish her, reward her, and tame her completely.
She endured it. It was incredibly difficult, but she succeeded.
Gyeoul caught her breath, then calmly bowed her head to Trisha. It was as if she were belatedly offering the greeting she couldn’t give earlier while her throat was full of cock.
“Good—cough—morning, my lady.”
It was the perfectly polite greeting of a maid. Even though she was completely naked, with clear traces of cock-sucking still staining her lips, she looked every bit the professional maid. No one could have found fault with her demeanor.