The Hypnotized Sexual Relief Committee Member's Ordinary Day (5)
“Ugh…”
Yet when the other students began to violate Gyeoul—the very same girl who had been accepting their desires only moments earlier—Eladriel could neither speak nor act. She had no choice but to lower her hand.
Could she really stop them after doing the exact same thing herself? Or would she insist that she was different, that she was special? Neither. She couldn’t. So all she could do was watch as Gyeoul was claimed by the other futanari, her own cock hardening once again.
That was how the high elf Eladriel lost her virginity.
And on that day, Gyeoul completed her dazzling debut as the academy’s public hypnotized onahole. Though “dazzling” might be a stretch when everything was stained a cloudy white.
The fluids that gushed from her when her strength gave out and she squirted or came were nearly transparent thanks to all the water she had been fed. There had been one mishap when the hypnosis broke midway, but neither Gyeoul nor any of the students were hurt, and everything wrapped up smoothly.
It was a successful opening for the Special Academy dedicated to futanari, and the beginning of the special classroom where any futanari could receive help relieving their sexual urges.
Afterward, however, Eladriel tried not to seek Gyeoul out. If going entirely without was impossible, she would suppress the urge as much as possible and reduce the number of visits. It wasn’t because she didn’t want to see her.
“Gyeoul… Ah, aah… Gyeoul…!”
On the contrary, after that day Eladriel wanted to meet Gyeoul every single moment. She wanted to be with her constantly. But if she went to Gyeoul now, she would become just another ordinary user like everyone else—and she hated that.
She wanted to be special. She wanted to become a special existence to her.
Besides, Gyeoul was already struggling to handle the sexual needs of the other futanari. Eladriel didn’t want to add herself as yet another burden.
Of course, the result was the same every day. After holding back her lust until it exploded, she would take Gyeoul far longer and far more violently than if she had simply visited normally. While the number of visits decreased, the time spent per visit increased, so in the end she was consuming even more of Gyeoul’s time.
It was completely backwards.
Four days after losing her virginity, Eladriel came to find Gyeoul early in the morning once again. Even though Gyeoul had already sucked one load out of her with her mouth, it hadn’t calmed her desires at all. It had merely been a signal flare announcing that the real flood was about to begin.
“You filthy cum-rag!!”
Words that were hard to believe came from the noble, refined high elf poured from Riel’s lips.
“Free-use whore who spreads her legs for anyone! Haa, hngh, ugh…!!”
There was no time to reach the bed. Riel shoved Gyeoul to the floor. Gyeoul was startled but unharmed. The special classroom’s floor was covered in thick, soft carpet precisely for moments like this.
Riel immediately pressed her cock against Gyeoul’s pussy, took aim, and thrust in with a single, deep schlurp.
“Ah… Aah♡”
Pleasure spread through her. The kind of pleasure that wrapped around her cock and seemed intent on melting her from the inside out. After catching her breath for a moment, Riel pulled her hips back and slammed in again with a heavy thump.
“Nngh♡”
Gyeoul let out a thick moan as if her organs were being crushed. Riel had no attention to spare for her reaction. She began to seriously piston her cock into Gyeoul’s cunt.
“Ugh, hnnngh…!”
From Riel came a wave of pure resentment. Resentment toward herself for collapsing every single day because she couldn’t endure her lust. Resentment toward lust itself. Resentment toward whatever being had placed this curse upon her. Mixed into it were self-loathing, love and hate for Gyeoul and her lewd body, jealousy, gratitude and disgust toward her own cock.
As if she meant to pour every last one of those emotions into her thrusts, Riel rammed her cock mercilessly into Gyeoul’s pussy, pulled it out, and drove it back in again and again.
Thump! Thump! Thump!
Rather than sharing pleasure with cock and cunt, the sounds that filled the room were those of a massive shaft brutally beating Gyeoul’s insides.
“Nngh…! Oh, ugh…♡ Hngh…!!”
And yet Gyeoul, subjected to this merciless sex—this hypnotically sanctioned sexual “violence”—was not in pain. She was rejoicing.
“Khgh♡ Haa, haaaooh… ♡ Kgh…♡”
A pussy existed to receive cock and bear children, but that didn’t mean it could be pounded without consequence. Without sufficient natural lubrication, friction would tear delicate flesh. Without relaxed muscles, it would cause cramps. Striking the deepest parts incorrectly could damage the cervix.
If Riel had performed these acts on any other woman, that woman would undoubtedly have screamed from the agony of her insides being torn and beaten before fainting.
“Hyaek♡ Kghk♡ Mmph… Haak…♡”
But Gyeoul was different. From the moment she had begun sucking cock, her pussy had been secreting thick biological lubricant, eliminating any unnecessary friction. Even when Riel’s enormous shaft plunged in without any prior training, her body accepted it beautifully. Even when it slammed all the way to her womb and beyond to the very end of her tunnel, she felt no pain at all.
On the contrary, the instant the glans kissed her depths, Gyeoul’s pussy clung to it with a wet squeeze♡, as if to say Welcome♡ Thank you so much for gracing me with your cock again today♡ and coquettishly beg for more. Her walls tightened perfectly around the shaft while her womb gently rose to greet the massive futanari cock.
One must not forget: Gyeoul’s body was not that of an ordinary woman. It was the result of a supreme succubus’s gender transformation spell. Moreover, it was such an outstanding piece of work that the academy’s original intended sexual relief succubus had felt immediate reverence for the unknown “creator” the moment she saw it.
A female body crafted by someone who had reached the pinnacle of the succubus race—something no ordinary succubus could ever hope to replicate. That was Han Gyeoul’s new form, a body optimized to serve as the perfect public onahole for futanari.
There was no need to worry about damage even if it was used a little roughly.
“Hnn, ah… Ah…”
Riel, who had been panting like a beast, suddenly grabbed Gyeoul’s head with both hands, cupping her cheeks.
“Ugh, uuu…!”
The high elf’s face was horribly contorted. With pleasure. With self-loathing. With guilt. With carnal desire.
“—♡♡”
Gyeoul’s face was twisted as well, but only from the inhuman ecstasy granted by a body optimized for lewd acts. Her face flushed crimson. Eyes glistening with moisture. Lips that endlessly spilled animalistic moans. Breath that carried the scent of Riel’s own semen.
Riel’s hips moved faster. Harder. The moment of climax approached once more. Her pace grew frantic. The violence against Gyeoul’s pussy, her cervix, her womb grew even more merciless.
Yet the supposed victim, Gyeoul, convulsed with every thrust, toes curling, swept away by forced orgasms that made her pussy and asshole clench rhythmically.
“♡♡!!! ♡♡!!!!”
Gyeoul let out a throat-scraping moan and arched her back as if trying to flee the pleasure. It wasn’t a conscious movement but a kind of survival instinct.
And in that instant, Riel began to ejaculate.
Semen surged from the root of her cock all the way to the urethral opening at the tip of the glans. Pleasure raced up from the base of her shaft and exploded inside her brain. She felt the sensation of cum pouring from somewhere even deeper than her visible cock. Her prostate and seminal vesicles contracted, mixing with the sperm produced in her balls to create thick semen.
“…Ah…”
Riel let out a trembling breath. Her body froze at the peak of her final stroke, refusing to waste even a drop of the pleasure rising from her cock. Spurt. Spurt. Thick white fluid gushed from the high elf’s massive shaft.
A normal man’s ejaculation was at most enough to fill a palm, and the force wasn’t particularly strong. Inside the vagina—unlike the mouth, which was packed with sensory cells—one usually couldn’t feel the volume of semen being released.
But just as futanari sexual desire was far more intense than that of ordinary men, so too was their ejaculate volume. There were individual and racial differences, but on average, even if Gyeoul cupped both hands together like someone drinking from a mountain spring, she still couldn’t contain a single one of their climaxes.
In metric terms, roughly 100 milliliters—between one-third and one-half of a mug. It was a mystery where in their bodies they stored such quantities. Most of it was prostatic and seminal fluid, so did that mean futanari had proportionally larger organs? Or did they simply produce it at an absurd rate? Either way, the amount was enormous.
At first glance, 100 milliliters of semen might not sound like much. But a single futanari could ejaculate three to ten times a day. And Gyeoul had to accept the lust of every futanari in the entire academy.
Of course there were exceptions. Some, like Riel, tried to practice abstinence. Others chose to masturbate because the line was too long, because they couldn’t wait, or because they felt guilty about burdening Gyeoul. Even so, Gyeoul still had to receive dozens of loads a day—sometimes over a hundred on particularly busy days.
Even at 100 milliliters per ejaculation, that was an overwhelming quantity of semen. It was no wonder she only ate lightly in the mornings.
“Huu…♡ Hnnngh…… Ah…”
Having finished ejaculating, Riel collapsed on top of Gyeoul’s body. A pleasant, dreamy languor filled her. Intellectually she knew she was crushing Gyeoul and that it must be heavy, but her body refused to move.
“Uheek♡ Hehe♡ Ehehehe…♡”
The girl actually being crushed beneath her, however, seemed to be enjoying even that pressure. There were few things that conveyed a primal sense of dominance and submission as directly as weight pressing down from above.
Riel suddenly realized how close her lips were to Gyeoul’s ear. If she whispered now, surely anything she said would reach her.
The moment she thought that, Riel’s lips parted.
“…Gyeoul… my dear…”
It wasn’t a conscious statement. Some emotion long buried in Riel’s heart was trying to spill out on its own. But right then—
Bang!
The door flew open, and voices just as starved for sex as Riel had been moments ago filled the special classroom.
“Haa… haa… Are you done already!?”
“If you’re finished, get out of the way!”
Other women—other “males”—were coming to claim Gyeoul. Riel’s cock twitched inside her as if ready to fight them.
But—
“N-no, you can’t…♡”
Even though pleasure had reduced her to a sloppy, melted mess, Gyeoul was still doing her utmost to fulfill her duties as the Sexual Relief Committee Member. The hypnosis had altered some of her perceptions, but it hadn’t touched the fundamental diligence at her core.
“I-I’m… everyone’s hypnotized Sexual Relief Committee Member…♡”
So she couldn’t be monopolized. Only those who earned special privileges after ten at night could do that. Right now, Gyeoul belonged to everyone. She was the academy’s shared pussy.
“Riel… you’ve already… used me twice… hngh♡”
Because Riel’s cock twitched hard inside her pussy, Gyeoul let out a brief moan.
“So… it’s someone else’s turn now, okay?”
She appealed to Riel as gently as if soothing a child.
“…Yes. I understand.”
Reason having returned to her, Riel slowly pulled her body away from Gyeoul. Her cock slid out with a long, wet schluuurp, the glans scraping thick strands of Gyeoul’s love juices out like a spoon. The slippery, female-scented fluid splattered onto the special classroom floor.
At that moment, Gyeoul’s pussy lips seemed to cling to the retreating shaft as if begging it not to leave. When the glans finally popped free, it made a distinct pop—exactly like pulling a cork from a bottle. It wasn’t just a metaphor. Though the sound itself wasn’t that loud, the mere fact that it happened at all revealed just how tightly Gyeoul’s cunt had been gripping Riel’s cock.
It was a level of suction comparable to a vacuum onahole. Proof that Gyeoul’s pussy was no ordinary tightly-clenching cunt, but a high-class, top-tier masterpiece among pussies.
And from that supreme-quality pussy, Riel’s semen now poured out in thick streams. The plug that had been blocking the flow had finally been removed.
Thus, before the two futanari students who had come craving her pussy since early morning, Gyeoul’s cunt was fully revealed.
Plump, swollen outer lips that made one want to press and knead them. Shy inner lips like those of a delicate virgin. A clitoris that had been rubbed raw during sex with Riel, squished between their bodies, and brought Gyeoul to climax countless times. And the wrinkled inner flesh of her tunnel, openly exposed and drooling cloudy white semen.
The entire sight glistened obscenely, thoroughly soaked in Gyeoul’s own natural onahole lubricant. And the colors—overall a soft pink like flushed cheeks or lips, but the areas most stimulated and flooded with blood had turned a vivid, enticing red that stoked their hunger. A hunger that resembled starvation. The sexual craving of males.
“Now then…”
The hypnotized onahole who didn’t even realize she was hypnotized—the academy’s public cum toilet and dedicated Sexual Relief Committee Member—spread her own lewd hole open with her fingers and spoke.
“Who wants to go… first…?”
She was simply carrying out the duty she had been given. Diligently.
Even though the corners of her mouth were lifting again from the fresh wave of obscene pleasure. Even though her pussy was drooling fresh nectar that pushed out the remaining semen. Even though her asshole—which had long since become just another pussy—gaped hungrily, twitching and begging to be filled with something thick and hot.
She was simply doing her job to the best of her ability.
Because Han Gyeoul had always been a young man who carried out his assigned tasks with utmost sincerity. Even after being trapped in an irredeemably lewd female body instead of his original one, even after hypnosis had clouded his ability to perceive the situation correctly, that core part of him had not changed.
“I-I’ll go first!”
“No! M-me first!”
Seeing the two males rushing toward her, their cocks swollen to the point of bursting, her eyes sparkled and drool poured from her mouth like pussy juice. But Gyeoul remained diligent.
“Ahaha…♡ Haaah♡”
…Or so she told herself.