The Classmate Who Slurps My Cow Tits

"Stand up."

At the muscular teacher's command, I was finally able to get back on my feet. When I glanced behind me, Lee Jeonghun was staring straight at my ass with a nasty little smile on his face. I wanted to snap at him, but it was the middle of the entrance ceremony, so I swallowed it and turned my eyes forward.

"The Chairwoman will now speak. Everyone, settle down."

The Chairwoman gave off a similar impression to Helena — a middle-aged woman with silver hair and blue eyes. Elegance was a word that suited her perfectly.

"I am Elena, the Chairwoman."

So the academy had been named after her.

"I truly thank and congratulate all of you who have enrolled at Elena Academy..."

A yawn-inducing, paint-by-numbers speech kicked off, the kind every principal on earth seemed contractually obligated to deliver. Once the Chairwoman's tedious address finally wrapped up, it was time for the freshman representative's oath.

As expected, the representative was the top-ranked incoming student. Contrary to the model-student image I'd expected from a valedictorian, he had the face of a delinquent — red hair, tanned skin, the works.

I was curious just how stacked his stats actually were.

"Analysis."

A level twice as high as Helena's. I'd assumed a hundred was the cap. It wasn't.

"Hey, Author. What's the level cap here?"

"I've got a long fucking way to go."

"Shut up.... Is Park Youngkwon the highest level among the freshmen?"

I set my first goal as Park Youngkwon's seat. Number one in the SSS-class freshman rankings.

"I hereby swear..."

Once Park Youngkwon's oath was finished, the entrance ceremony came to a close. All that remained was to head to our assigned classrooms and exchange a few introductions. The entire freshman class started following the teachers who'd been standing behind the class signs.

A-class's teacher was the muscular guy who'd been holding the microphone. No wonder there'd been nobody behind our sign earlier. Judging by that face, we'd drawn the short straw on homeroom teachers.

We arrived at the classroom. My first impression of it wasn't much of anything — it felt like an utterly ordinary university lecture hall.

"This place sucks."

"The discrimination's pretty intense."

"So if I just raise my level, they'll transfer me to a better class?"

"I need to power up fast and get the hell out of this dump."

After pondering where to sit, I took the back corner seat by the window. Lee Jeonghun saw me and hurriedly ran over, claiming the seat right next to mine.

"What the hell?"

"Huh? Nothing.... Just, y'know. Figured we should get along."

"Hah.... Fine."

He must have thought I didn't know he'd peeked at my pussy. Tomorrow I was sitting somewhere else.

"Attention."

The muscular teacher spoke quietly. Everyone already knew how terrifying this man was, so the classroom fell silent in an instant.

"My name is Lim Hyeongseok. Nothing else to say. Let's get along."

"Yes, sir!"

"Dismissed."

Oh, he was ridiculously chill. Teachers like this were usually great people as long as you just did what they said. Maybe our homeroom teacher wouldn't be so bad after all.

"Hana.... Hey! Hana."

"Huh? Me?"

"Yeah, who else."

Lee Jeonghun called me over with that disgusting smile still plastered on his face.

"What?"

"I've got something to say. Can you stay behind for a bit?"

"Ah...."

Obvious. He'd seen me come to school without panties and figured I was an easy girl. No — wait. I wasn't even a girl to begin with. Either way, I wasn't the kind of person he thought I was. I needed to set him straight.

"Fine. We'll talk after."

"Cool."

The freshmen seemed thrown off by how quickly the ceremony had ended. They milled around awkwardly, exchanged a few light greetings, and filtered out. Only Lee Jeonghun and I remained in the empty classroom.

"Hana, you some kind of exhibitionist or what?"

"What?"

The question was so blunt I actually froze for a second.

"I saw you in the auditorium when you were getting punished. You weren't wearing any panties."

"And...?"

"Why weren't you wearing any?"

"I just.... The laundry hadn't dried."

"Ah, I see. So you washed every last pair before the entrance ceremony?"

"Yeah...."

"Every dorm room comes with its own dryer, though."

"What are you trying to say?"

"If you don't want it getting around that you're a fucking pervert bitch, you'd better be nice to me."

So it was blackmail after all. Whether the rumor was true or not, having something that weird circulating about me would be a massive headache. I was level 1 right now — which meant I couldn't even protect my own body. Building a nasty reputation on top of that would do me no favors whatsoever.

"What do you want."

"Nothing much. Just let me feel your tits once."

"Fuck.... And that's 'nothing much'?"

"Don't want to? Then I'll just tell everyone."

"..."

"Make up your mind."

"Once. That's it...."

The ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠thought of a guy putting his hands on this body made my skin crawl. But it wasn't like anything would wear out from being touched, so I decided to just grit my teeth and endure the disgust. If I wanted to shut Lee Jeonghun's mouth for good, this was what it was going to take.

"What are you waiting for? Take it off."

"What?"

"I can't feel them properly unless you take the shirt off."

"Haaah...."

I had no choice. I started undoing the buttons of my blouse.

"Whoa.... You really are a filthy pervert, huh?"

"You wanna keep running your mouth?"

"You're walking around with bandages over your nipples. If that's not a pervert, what is?"

"Th-this is.... I originally—!"

The Author was barging in? Here? Now? Why the hell would she slap a restriction like that on me for no reason?

"You originally what?"

"I don't really wear bras...."

"Hmm.... Yeah, with udders that size, I guess nothing would even fit."

"Shut up.... They make my size."

"For real? These days they even sell cow bras separately, huh?"

I'd figured Lee Jeonghun was the timid type who couldn't even talk properly. Turns out I was wrong. This bastard had absolutely no filter ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠on what came out of his mouth. Maybe this was the real personality he'd been hiding.

"Just touch them already."

"Hold on, let me get these off first."

Lee Jeonghun reached out and pinched the edge of the bandage stuck over my nipple.

"W-wait...! Hyaaaahn!"

"Whoa.... What the hell? Don't tell me you felt that just from me peeling one off?"

"Th-the adhesive is strong, so go slow.... Haaahn!"

He ripped the other bandage off while I was still talking. I'd told him to go slow, you perverted piece of shit.

"Cow tits this sensitive, too. Nice."

"Just shut up and touch them!"

"Alright, alright, don't be so impatient. I'll touch them now."

As both of Lee Jeonghun's hands closed in on my chest, my heartbeat started climbing. It was just someone grabbing my tits. I needed to stop tensing up.

"Hngh!"

"Damn.... These are crazy bouncy."

"Haaahn.... Be gentler...."

He grabbed on hard from the very first touch and started kneading. His hands never stopped, and a pleasure laced with a faint edge of pain came rolling in. His fingers worked my breasts the way you'd play with a slime toy, shoving them around in every direction.

"Haaaah.... Hnngh...."

"Look at this bitch. Her nipples are already standing up."

"N-not there!"

"The hell do you mean, 'not there.'"

"Hoooooot!"

"Pfft! 'Hoooooot!' Listen to yourself."

Lee Jeonghun pinched both nipples between his thumbs and forefingers and started jiggling them up and down. The pleasure was on a completely different level from when I'd masturbated with them myself. My head fell back. The only thing that had changed was that I wasn't the one doing the touching — and it felt this different?

The gap in pleasure between getting yourself off and being fondled by someone else was just too massive. From the moment he grabbed my nipples, I lost control of my own body. All I could do was gasp for air and let out those bizarre moans every time he twisted them.

"Hoooooot! Haaaahn! It huuurts!"

"It hurts, but you're moaning like that? Nobody's gonna buy that."

"Ooooh! Stop it alreeeady...."

"Ending it here would be kind of a waste, though."

"Haaah.... A waste of what...."

Lee Jeonghun suddenly buried his face in my chest. Was he trying to smell them or something?

"Hey. Let me suck on them just once."

"What? No!"

"I already told you. The hell do you mean, 'no.'"

"You said you'd only touuuuuch ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠them—!"

He's slurping on them.... My nipples.... This feels so weird.... Hnnngh....

"Sluurp.... Shlurp.... Damn, they smell amazing. And the nipples are crazy chewy."

"Mmph.... Nngh...!"

"Suuuck.... Feels so good you can't even talk?"

"Hoooooot...! It feels so weeeird...!"

Lee Jeonghun ravaged my nipples like he was trying to vacuum them off my body. Every time his tongue flicked over them, my head went floaty. Every time he sucked, little electric jolts shot through me and it felt so good. It was an orgasm I'd never experienced in my entire life, and I could barely hold on to my own thoughts.

I was panting with my tongue hanging out when a familiar system window materialized in front of my eyes.

"Hngh.... Fuck...."

"Finally back with us?"

"Haaah.... Stop with my chest.... Suck somewhere else...."

Fine. If I'd already gotten my tits sucked, I might as well squeeze some profit out of it. I'd just pretend this body wasn't mine, let this disgusting bastard suck my pussy too, and at least walk away with a skill. If I went back to my room like this, the post-nut clarity would hit so hard I'd kill myself.

Oh. Right. I'd just come back to life anyway.

"What? Suck you where?"

"You know...."

"I don't, actually."

This asshole knew exactly what I meant.... That was a line I'd always wanted to try if I ever got a girlfriend.

"My p-pussy...."

"What was that? Couldn't hear you."

"My pussy!"

"Whose pussy?"

"Suck Yoo Hana's pussy!"

"Spread your legs."