Chapter 279
Chapter 279
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Translator: crow
Chapter Title: Devilish Classroom Tease
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That utterly innocent face, as if she knew absolutely nothing.
And to top it off, she greeted me cheerfully with the hand that had just stroked my cock and was smeared with semen.
I wanted to pound her all day long until she begged, "I'm sorry," but I shoved that thought deep into the back of my mind.
I switched back to my acting tone and let out a deep sigh.
"We were so busy rushing through orientation that class started just ten minutes later."
"I see... Your professor is such a hardass. On a day like this, he should just wrap it up quick and let you rest."
Park Seoyoon nodded along casually as she placed her bag on her lap.
She pressed both hands firmly over the opening to block the view inside.
"....."
The conversation lapsed for a moment. Pretending something serious was on my mind, I tapped my fingers on the desk and turned my head toward the window.
Sensing something off, Park Seoyoon glanced at me sideways and spoke casually.
"Something going on? You don't look so good."
"Nah, nothing like that."
"For real? Tell me anything. I'm amazing at counseling."
She thumped her fist against her collarbone to show her confidence.
Her breasts jiggled slightly, treating me to a nice view.
But I wasn't about to fall for that.
"I'm good. Really, nothing's wrong."
"Girlfriend troubles maybe? Things were so hot last night—don't tell me you fought?"
"No, I said."
"It's fine, spill it. My lips are sealed."
She was so persistent. What kind of answer was she fishing for from me?
We'd only dropped the formalities this very morning. I could hardly blurt out that someone had secretly groped my dick.
As I pondered how far to take this, the professor walked in.
"Hello. I'm XXX, and I'll be teaching XXX this semester."
He droned on with various explanations before turning on the projector.
Then he glanced at the students by the window and gestured to draw the curtains.
Swish.
With the fluorescent lights off too, the lecture hall grew quite dark.
Especially under the desks with their partitions—you wouldn't know what was happening unless you paid close attention.
A bead of cold sweat trickled down. This was prime time for an attack.
My instincts were spot on. Park Seoyoon pulled her coat closed in front, completely blocking the view inside.
At the same time, a familiar sensation enveloped my cock, rubbing it all over.
She'd gotten the hang of it now, teasing me with just the right pressure to keep me on edge.
'I've still got afternoon classes—if I cum in my pants now, it's a disaster...'
I'd brought some tissue rolled up as a precaution.
The issue was pulling out my cock at the last second to catch it myself.
As I reached into my bag for a pen, I grabbed the tissue and slipped it toward my crotch.
Park Seoyoon watched me sidelong, taking in the whole scene.
Sneer.
The devil's smile. Spotting the tissue in my hand, she ramped up the speed.
She really intended to make me blow my load.
I adjusted my timing while hiding the bulge in my pants.
At this pace, about five minutes?
That's when Park Seoyoon turned to look at me.
Her face showed concern, but she couldn't hide the slight upturn of her lips.
"Woojin, you still look pale."
"Huh? Oh... It's nothing."
"If you're hurting, want me to take you to the hospital?"
The gall of her—who do you think made me feel this way?
I waved her off, declining profusely.
"I'm really fine."
"If you can't hold out, just say so. I'll call a taxi right away."
Her word choice was perfectly subtle.
She glanced slyly downward, then turned her gaze back to the professor.
Of course, she was still peeking at me from the corner of her eye.
'Does she want to watch me cum in my pants? What a wicked bitch.'
I couldn't lose. If she was going to play dumb while knowing full well, I'd have to go nuclear.
I steeled my face like iron and boldly unzipped.
Pulling my erect cock out through the fly, I caught a glint in Park Seoyoon's eyes as her head turned slightly toward me.
'So you really wanted to see the real thing? First time, huh?'
I twitched it hard. Seeing the 20cm shaft shake, she let out a small gasp and gripped tighter.
It was only natural—something identical to her dildo had appeared.
No matter that it was a wireless-connected dildo; seeing the real deal was worlds apart.
Especially when it was attached to the guy next to her.
Stroke, stroke...
Excited, her speed picked up. Reveling in the heightened pleasure, I thrust my hips forward as much as I could.
Her eyes followed suit.
She couldn't tear her gaze from my twitching cock, exploring every inch, watching unblinkingly for reactions.
I turned my head toward the window on purpose, giving her an even better view.
"It's exactly the same..."
Park Seoyoon muttered softly to herself, her face flushing red.
My head was spinning too—this situation was insanely arousing.
Exposing my cock in the back row of a lecture hall, getting jerked off—it was the kind of thing where even the cops wouldn't buy any excuses.
We kept up this bizarre game of pretending not to notice each other.
Slap, slap, slap...
Her stickier strokes now seriously milked me for cum.
I clutched the tissue tight, bracing for the surge from my balls.
Feeling it swell, Park Seoyoon slipped the dildo into an empty drink bottle.
I covered the tip with tissue to avoid splattering the desk and let loose.
Spurt, spuuurt...!! Spurt, spuuurt...!! Spuuurt...!!
It was quite a load, soaking through in seconds. Cleaning it up would be a chore.
I sighed deeply at the stickiness on my hand, meticulously wiping with wet wipes.
Of course, Park Seoyoon busied herself elsewhere, not glancing my way at all.
A bit later, after washing up in the bathroom, I came out to find her leaning against the wall.
She lit up when she saw me and approached.
"You really look sick. Don't push yourself—go rest."
"Can't. Afternoon classes."
"It's just the first week anyway. They said orientation's optional?"
"I can tough it out."
"Tell me anytime if it hurts. Oh! And here's my number. You're the first regular guy to get it—feel honored."
Park Seoyoon's number. Honored, sure, but coming from a celebrity, it was hilariously absurd.
Her half-hearted voyeur mode must be driving her crazy with frustration.
It was obviously for keeping tabs on what I was up to.
Whether she knew my thoughts or not, she beckoned me from ahead.
"I'll buy lunch. Eat up and recharge."
"Thanks."
I followed beside her, watching her hips sway excitedly.
Ten hours later.
Lying in bed, I began devising countermeasures.
For whatever reason—maybe a shred of conscience—Park Seoyoon hadn't touched the dildo since morning.
'She must think she's got me right in her palm. Her personal plaything she can toy with anytime.'
It pissed me off. Her personality wouldn't let her back down.
More than anything, that cheeky, smiling face pretending to care while poking at me grated on my nerves.
Yet if I shoved my cock in her, she'd be bawling with tears and snot in no time.
As I calmed my anger imagining that, the other four registered to my onahole popped into mind.
Especially Shin Ayoung and Yoon Hye-yoon—they'd endured this almost daily. What must it have felt like?
Experiencing it firsthand filled me with guilt.
If it was this bad knowing, how much worse for them unaware? Multiplied several times over.
Was this mirror therapy?
I reeled back my wandering thoughts. Priority one: how to stop that runaway train.
'I barely made it through today, but tomorrow it'll be hell again.'
Should I start wearing condoms everywhere?
No, bad for cock health. Scratch that.
No countermeasures coming to mind.
As I rolled around clutching my head, a brilliant idea flashed through.
"The best defense is a good offense, right?"
Strike first to seize control.
A classic strategy from ancient times.
I instinctively glanced at the drawer where I'd stashed the onahole.
My brain kicked into overdrive, running simulations.
I picked the most entertaining one.
"You're done for."
I wanted to punish her right then, but prep was needed.
App requests, time, research...
I dialed Yoon Hye-yoon, one of my real-life test subjects.
"Yeah, oppa?"
"Mind if I swing by your place now?"
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Whoosh, whoosh.
After Park Woojin entered the bathroom, Park Seoyoon hurried back to the lecture hall.
Confirming no one was around, she headed to her seat.
"Wow... So it really shoots like that in real life too..."
She'd expected him to cum in his pants, not pull out for real.
Thanks to that, she'd seen a 'real' guy's for the first time, her heart pounding wildly.
She'd watched the dildo cum plenty, but reality was different.
She slid her seat toward the window and leaned down low.
"Even the smell's the same."
Sniffing deeply, she rolled her eyes around.
And spotted the white fluid clinging far at the end.
Park Seoyoon scooped it with her finger and brought it to her face.
"If the smell and stickiness are the same... is the taste too...?"
Eating someone else's load would normally be unthinkable, but after being drenched head to toe before, she was immune.
Hair, face, mouth, hands, feet—no part untouched—so she stuck out her tongue without hesitation.
"Mmm... Tasty. Blocking it with tissue was cute too. How should I tease him next?"