Dohee's Exhibition Training After a Long Time
"Nnngh~~!"
After seeing the family off that morning, I stayed behind, knocked out a few chores and some work, then stretched—and the sound slipped out of me on its own.
Mom kept saying I didn't have to lift a finger, but if I just sat around the empty house doing nothing, killing time like a useless lump, I started to feel like I was turning into nothing at all. So I made a point of handling the housework and getting things done.
"How many times have I gone to Dohee and Seohee's school by now?"
I'd been heading over there often enough for Dohee and Seohee's training that I'd already hit double digits. At this point I half-believed the campus was mine.
"Not going to have much time left for Seohee and Mom today."
Whenever I went out I tried to split things fairly and make time for Seohee and Mom too, but once I pictured what I had planned for Dohee, the hours shrank fast. Those two would have to wait until we were home.
With a faint twinge of guilt toward them, I left the house and headed for campus. Sure enough, the place was packed with college kids buzzing with young energy. I was roughly their age, but there was something about that pure student vitality you could feel rolling off them.
I'd been here so many times I had the paths memorized by heart.
I texted Dohee and got a reply right away. She was a track athlete on a college roster, but she didn't skip every class—looked like she was in a lecture at the moment. Still, she spent far more time training than sitting in classrooms, so whenever I showed up she was almost always out on the field.
I headed for the building she'd named. Classes were still in session, and the place had a quiet, hushed air. A few students were either between lectures or cutting class in secret; other than the muffled drone of a professor leaking through closed doors, there was barely a sound.
After about ten minutes of waiting, the lecture must have ended—students poured out of the classrooms in a rush. The once-silent hallway flooded with voices in an instant, transforming into such a lively space I almost doubted it was the same corridor.
"O-Oppa."
I'd been waiting by the door of the room where Dohee had her lecture, and she stepped out.
"Hello!"
At the same time, the cluster of girls coming out beside her greeted me. Dohee's friends—ones I was meeting for the first time—but they must have heard about me already, because they offered polite hellos first. I smiled and returned them.
Why do these stares feel so sharp...?
Even as I took their greetings, I felt gazes laced with something almost murderous, and I tensed without meaning to.
"Let's go. Now."
Dohee clearly wanted out of there. She grabbed my arm and tugged.
"We should all grab lunch together~"
Normally at college you ate with your friends, and Dohee had peeled off from the group today because she was eating with me. One of her friends, though, smiled and invited us to join them anyway—completely missing the point.
"We're eating just the two of us today!"
Dohee raised her voice a little to shut it down, and the stares that hit me then were enough to raise goosebumps.
"Alright~ Enjoy your lunch, then."
Her friends found Dohee's overreaction hilarious. They laughed as they waved us off, and Dohee flushed like she'd been thoroughly roasted as she dragged me away.
"So Dohee's got that side to her too."
"Right? Every time she talks about her oppa she lights up. Total brother-con."
"I never thought she'd actually get jealous~"
The three of them laughed among themselves, thoroughly entertained by Dohee's reaction. They'd deliberately teased her about eating together just to watch her bristle, and they'd gotten exactly the show they wanted.
What they didn't know was that Dohee wasn't acting like that out of simple brother-complex. She was in heat so badly she could barely hold herself together.
She hauled me out of the building and pulled me somewhere quiet.
"Oppa🤍"
Then she let the filthy smile she'd been holding back spread across her face, rubbing her chest against me like a bitch in full heat.
"Food first~"
"B-But🤍 I've been holding it in so hard🤍"
She was desperately worked up. No surprise—it had already been four days since I'd properly fucked her, and she was clearly hitting her limit, grinding her hips against my thigh.
The way she looked at me, like an animal in heat, told me exactly how long she'd been holding back. The slick from her pussy was already soaking through her leggings and starting to dirty my pants.
"No. You're eating a real meal!"
Horny Dohee kept pressing in, desperate to get trained already, but skipping food was not an option. Our relationship wasn't just family anymore—it was master and slave, and every one of us carried a monstrous sex drive. If we simply surrendered to it, ordinary life would become impossible.
So at the very least, we tried not to break the rules around work, school, and the rest of daily life.
Well. We do end up fucking during meals a lot, though.
There were plenty of times we couldn't hold out through a meal and ended up having sex anyway—but outside of that, we tried to keep the day-to-day intact.
"Fine, Oppa...."
Dohee looked a little sulky, but she obeyed without a fight and headed for a nearby restaurant. Not the campus cafeteria—a place off school grounds, crowded with other students besides us.
We took a corner table in the back and ordered.
"Oppa🤍"
"!!"
I'd been trying to eat quietly at first—until Dohee's eyes gleamed and she stretched a foot under the table, stroking my cock through my pants.
"You little...."
"Hehehe🤍 This much is fine, right?🤍"
We'd trained and fucked through meals plenty of times before, so she figured this was nothing and acted with bold confidence.
I'm barely holding it together myself.
Her heat-drunk display had already gotten me hard; I'd been restraining myself, and a provocation like this was making it worse.
But this place is risky....
A quiet spot would be one thing. Right now the restaurant was packed with other students. We were in the corner, so we probably wouldn't get caught—but it was still dangerous.
I started her training with outdoor exhibition. No wonder she has zero shame about exposure now.
Because I'd begun Dohee's training with outdoor exposure, she no longer flinched at being seen. Early on she'd still blushed and resisted sometimes. Now she actively craved it.
"Hngh—?!?!🤍🤍🤍🤍"
I answered her provocation the way a master should—shoving her foot aside, slipping off my shoe, and planting my foot right between her legs.
The counterattack caught her off guard. She couldn't stifle the moan, and every eye in the restaurant snapped toward her in an instant. Luckily a tablecloth hung over the edges, so nothing under the table was visible—no one could see what I'd done.
"Mm!🤍🤍🤍"
The sudden attention only excited her more. She bit down hard on every sound.
Sliiiide—
But the thrill must have climbed even higher. On her own she spread her legs wide and started rolling her hips, grinding her pussy against my foot.
Pussy juice punched straight through her leggings and soaked my sock in seconds, advertising exactly what a filthy little bitch she was.
Fortunately everyone else lost interest and looked away—but Dohee's switch was already flipped. She didn't stop. She kept rubbing her cunt against my foot.
"You filthy cat in heat..... You're going to get a proper punishment for this in a bit. Remember that."
"Hngh🤍 Yes, Master."
And so, for the rest of the meal, Dohee ground her pussy on my foot in blissful satisfaction until we finished eating.
After lunch we headed back onto campus. People who recognized Dohee—and plenty who just stared because of how she looked—kept turning our way.
"Think any of those people watching you right now have any idea your pussy's dripping like a faucet?"
"Haaahn🤍 I-I don't know🤍"
She was wearing black leggings, so it didn't show at a glance—but those leggings were more than halfway soaked through with her juices.
In other words, Dohee was walking around in public in leggings drenched in her own pussy slick.
"I'll give you a punishment that suits a heat-drunk exhibitionist bitch like you."
"Y-Yes🤍 Master🤍"
I led the thoroughly worked-up Dohee straight back to the building where she'd just had her lecture.
"H-Here? We're doing it here?🤍"
The thought of being punished in the same place where, only a little while ago, she'd been chatting with her friends through class lit her up. An obscenely lewd smile spread across her face.
"What kind of punishment are you going to give me, Master?"
With her switch fully on, even the thrill of something this reckless didn't scare her—she looked like she was begging for it, smiling filthy and bright. But there was one thing she hadn't accounted for.
"If this goes wrong, you might not be able to stay at this school. Still okay with that?"
She flinched.
"Yeeees🤍🤍"
Dohee answered without a single second of hesitation. The cool, prideful girl she'd once been was gone. Addicted to the pleasure I gave her, corrupted into something shameless, she had almost no attachment left to an ordinary life.
She still cared about track, of course—but if it came down to it, Dohee would choose me every time.
"Then strip. Everything off, you sow."
"Hngh🤍 Yes, Master."
Without a word of protest, Dohee peeled off every scrap of clothing and stood completely naked inside a building where other people were still sitting through lectures.