How Does Brother Namgung Even Know About Huge Plugs…?
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Schlick—
"Ookh… oot…♡♡"
The anal plug Maeng Harang had produced, molded in the shape of a cock, was most definitely not the sort of thing one could wear and still go about daily life with any ease.
My already vertically gaped hole accepted the phallic portion without much difficulty, yet just because it had slid in so readily did not mean I could simply walk around as if nothing were amiss.
The moment the plug was seated, my body flared hot in an instant, already fully prepared to mate with a male.
"Huuut… hooot…♡"
The anal plug, now locked so that my own hands could never remove it, and the crushing chastity belt that flattened my cock completely flat, leaving not even a hint of its outline beneath my clothes.
"Nngh… chooop, ssllurp…♡"
Because of these lewd implements forced upon me against my will, there was simply no way for my lower body to reach climax on its own. Instinctively I slipped the fingers of one hand into my mouth, wrapping my tongue around them and sucking as if they were a cock, while the other hand pinched and rolled a nipple that stood stiff and proud like a woman's.
Smack—
"Hey now, no masturbating—!
No touching those nipples! No sucking on your fingers either!"
Even under Maeng Harang's scolding my hands refused to stop comforting myself, until at last he pressed my pressure points and paralyzed my limbs entirely.
Uuu…
Why do I have to walk around with something like this stuffed up my ass…?
After a little time passed and the worst of the heat subsided, resentment toward the terrifying anal plug—whose cock portion alone measured a full six chi—began to well up inside me.
As if reading those very thoughts, Maeng Harang leaned in and whispered against my ear.
"Wearing something like this just to protect your chastity with your childhood friend… you're something else—
Still, now even if some ruffian or thug gropes you, you'll be able to refuse them, right?"
"Ah…"
At his words I moved the only free part left to me—my neck—and let out a helpless sigh.
In the heat of the moment I had completely forgotten: I had accepted Maeng Harang's outrageous wager—creampie a courtesan—in order to erase the ridiculous rule he had imposed as Namgung-hyung's proxy: that I must never refuse anyone who molested me.
But with a cock that could no longer even get hard I had failed to penetrate, lost the bet, and been fitted with the crushing chastity belt as well.
Unable to push away groping hands because of that rule, and desperate to keep my childhood friend Yuyeon from growing suspicious after I had ended up spreading my legs, I had finally fallen for Maeng Harang's coaxing that if I just wore a massive anal plug he would lift the rule… and now here I was, wearing a six-chi plug.
"Huu… huu… haah…"
"Calmed down a bit—?"
"Mm…"
Every time strength unconsciously gathered in my perineum the thick fake cock pressed firmly against my prostate, and clear cock-nectar dribbled endlessly from the crushing chastity belt—an utterly shameful state.
I was nowhere near calm, yet I could not stay lying there with my points sealed forever, so I had no choice but to answer him that way.
"Well, if you're that desperate for something dirty, just ask someone else to touch you, yeah—?
Your childhood friend, for example."
"Eut…"
With that, Maeng Harang released the pressure points. To my still-aroused ears, the casual remark he tossed off as he walked past sounded strangely persuasive.
……………
Leaving my private room, I ended up waiting for Im Seowol in the common room.
"When's Seowol coming out…?"
"Dunno—?
If he's going to morning classes he should be out soon."
Maeng Harang sprawled unconcernedly across the big sofa. I, who had wanted to leave the dormitory with Im Seowol right away and go meet Yuyeon, waited in restless impatience.
"………Nnghoooooook♡♡……huguuuuut…♡♡♡"
"Nngh…!?"
While I waited, a lewd cry so filthy it startled even me spilled from Im Seowol's room.
"That… that's Seowol's voice…?"
I pointed at the door with a finger. Maeng Harang answered as if it were nothing special.
"Aaah— that?
He's making money."
"Money…?"
"He got caught by those scary unnies and started lactating. Selling the milk apparently pays pretty well."
"Lactating…? What on earth does that even…"
"You'll see when you look—"
Bang—
Speak of the tiger and he appears, as the saying goes.
Right on cue the door to Im Seowol's private room burst open, and Im Seowol himself emerged with beads of sweat glistening on his skin.
From several paces away a thick, sweet female scent rolled off his body.
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"You okay—?
Looks like you ought to rest today—"
"…No. I spent too much shopping for clothes."
Having somehow made it back to the dormitory, Im Seowol had stayed up all night on the strength of tobacco, then finally performed the milking he had missed for three days.
He had pulled an all-nighter, tasted countless small climaxes from the milking, performed breast-service and cock-cleaning for any number of men, been violated by the guards, and then returned to stay up yet another entire night.
Without the stamina-restoring effect of the tobacco he would already have collapsed into death-like sleep, yet outwardly at least he still looked functional.
That same Im Seowol was now stubbornly insisting to Maeng Harang—who was trying to talk him out of it kindly—that he absolutely had to attend class.
"…Huu. Anyway, today I'm definitely going to class…"
Only yesterday he had been soaked in liquor and drugs; the alcohol had worn off, but the cheap aphrodisiac still lingered in his system, leaving his skin flushed a constant pink.
"Hnn— fine.
Then Gaeul-hyung can sit through class with you today!
You've been so busy with your love fights you haven't attended lately—?"
Slap—
"Ogeut…?!"
Maeng Harang casually smacked the plump, soap-bubble-shaped ass Yu Gaeul had let his guard down around; Yu Gaeul jumped and his hips trembled.
"Ohok, oot…♡♡
Y-you… aren't going to class…?"
"Me? I've got stuff to do—"
Maeng Harang dismissed Yu Gaeul's protest with a shrug. Im Seowol stepped close and whispered.
"…That… Chaehyang, she unlocked the chastity belt… what about the interest…"
Looking at the approaching Im Seowol, Maeng Harang noted that although he had somehow managed to cover those enormous breasts with clothing, they had already grown far past any size that could be hidden.
The clothes Chaehyang had bought in the first place always exposed at least one of the upper, side, or under-bust areas, so any attempt to conceal them only made the exposure worse.
"Hnn… gotten pretty close with Hyang, huh—?
Well, I figured you'd hit it off quick."
Im Seowol, who had once thought of Chaehyang as a stupid, easy girl(?), frowned slightly as if the remark had struck a nerve.
"…Ugh, she's not that bad. Judging people by prejudice isn't good."
"Anyway, whatever— it's fine now.
I'll just waive the interest for you."
At the sudden offer to cancel the interest, Im Seowol's eyes widened in bewilderment, then narrowed with suspicion.
"…Really?"
"Seowol-hyung doesn't need that kind of thing anymore—
Just pay back the principal. It's already a ridiculous amount anyway, right?"
"…Ugh, well, that's true."
"Then go to class—
Graduate and make something of yourself, yeah?"
When Maeng Harang casually mentioned Im Seowol's private hopes, a faint spark of life returned to eyes that had been clouded with lust.
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And so, before I quite knew what was happening, I found myself attending morning classes with Im Seowol, sitting together in a far corner of the spacious lecture hall.
"Nngh…"
Class began not long after we arrived. I watched Im Seowol from the side as he stared blankly ahead.
"…"
Where once his features had mixed handsomeness and prettiness, he had now become a complete female.
Clothes that clung to every curve and left his voluptuous body fully on display; vacant eyes gazing into empty air; a flushed face; parted lips.
The diligent student air of before had vanished, replaced by an inexplicable airheaded charm that made me want, without thinking, to grab those huge breasts or bury my face in them.
"Huu… huu…♡"
Gulp…
But the real problem was not Im Seowol's newly lewd appearance.
Even though we sat in a corner, he seemed to have forgotten I was right beside him; he kept pressing the tip of his brush against his chest, startling himself and stopping, only to do it again and again.
That self-restraint did not last long either. Before long he was openly kneading his own breasts over his clothes.
"Huaaah…♡"
"Eut… ogeut…?!"
At that erotic sight strength gathered in my own perineum; the anal plug pressed hard against my prostate, and I realized that if this continued the two of us would end up masturbating right there in our seats.
"S-Seowol… let's get out of here for now…!"
"…Eh, un?"
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"Haah…"
Having dragged Im Seowol all the way outside the building, I finally let out a breath of relief.
Even sitting in a spacious corner, there was no way people would not stare when someone with breasts that size was clutching them and panting hotly.
The looks the other students gave the transformed Im Seowol and me had already felt faintly contemptuous; after he openly groped himself during class, it was obvious what they must think of us now.
"Seowol, um…"
"Eh, un?"
Meeting those still-hazy yet lust-filled eyes, I found myself at a loss for words.
How in just a few days did he turn into such a lewd thing…?
"Um… if you can't focus on class, how about we go to the dining hall and eat something first?"
"…Food?"
"Yeah, you look exhausted…"
"…Ah, right. Just a moment."
Saying that, Im Seowol stepped into the shade of the building, clumsily packed tobacco into a long pipe, clamped it between his lips, and pulled a flint from his clothes to light it.
"Nngh?! Seowol, you smoke tobacco too!?"
At my startled question he exhaled a stream of smoke as if I were making a fuss over nothing and answered calmly.
"…Huu— yeah. It works really well for recovering from fatigue.
Earlier… yeah. I was just tired."
"I-I seeee…"