Chapter 313
Chapter 313
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Translator: crow
Chapter Title: Blowjob During Class
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"Mmph... mm... slurp... chuup..."
Unlike what I'd expected—a frantic sucking—Shin Ayoung slowly rolled her tongue, savoring the taste.
She probed the slit in the glans, coating it evenly with saliva, then tightened her lips to keep my cock from slipping out.
Just as she'd said, it was like melting a real candy on her tongue.
The sticky warmth inside her mouth alone drew a deep sigh from me, and then her hand joined in.
She stroked from under the head down the shaft.
Occasionally fondling my balls for a novel sensation—a near-mystical handjob skill.
Seemingly pleased by how my cock twitched in response, Shin Ayoung turned her head slightly to look at my face.
She pulled her mouth away, trailing a long string of saliva, and pursed her lips toward me.
"Mwah... smack... Do you like it? Should I go faster?"
She continued planting kisses on the tip of the glans.
Once, twice, three times.
Lost in the lewd sight for a moment, I felt her tongue sweep up the head.
With each repetition, blood rushed to my lower body, making my already hard cock even firmer.
At this rate, I was going to explode.
As a small moan escaped me, Shin Ayoung grinned with a succubus-like expression.
"Slurp... Want me to do it? Say it..."
"Go a bit faster."
"Does it feel good?"
"Incredibly good."
"Then... between what Seo-yoon unnie did and what I just did, which was better?"
She loosened her grip on the hand that had been holding tight.
Her fingertips now crawled teasingly along the length, tormenting me.
I always felt this way, but I could never win against Ayoung.
That was part of her charm, though.
"Yours was better, Ayoung."
"By how much?"
Her face full of anticipation, eyes sparkling. How much would it take to satisfy her?
After a brief moment of thought, I held up three fingers.
"...30 times better?"
"Three times."
"Three times is so vague."
"Five?"
"More."
Anything higher wouldn't make sense.
As my mouth hesitated to open, Shin Ayoung kissed my cock again.
"Mwah... smack..."
A stickier, longer kiss than before.
She glanced sideways, staring daggers at my mouth.
Even now, you won't say more?
But I forcibly held back my rising smile, keeping a straight face.
If I hold out, she'll keep going, right?
A blowjob felt great, but cock-kissing gave unmatched mental satisfaction.
Like a symbol of total submission—she'd do anything for me.
Not because I asked, but to please me on her own initiative.
For further negotiation, I spread my fingers wide and added two more.
"Seven times..."
She looked disappointed at the lower-than-expected number.
But hoping it'd climb higher, she wet her lips and prepared.
"Get ready."
Three minutes later, I surrendered first.
"Stop, yours is 100 times better."
"Right? I knew it—I can make you feel the best, oppa."
Shin Ayoung beamed as if she'd expected it and pulled her mouth away.
The glans was smeared with her lipstick from all the attention.
Like she'd marked her territory.
Pleased with her handiwork, she gazed at it with a grin.
In the brief lull, I took a moment to regroup, grateful.
I nearly died there.
The early part had been heavenly, of course.
But enduring the devoted kisses and sucking grew torturous on my end.
I wasn't training for endurance—this was pure agony.
"After all that teasing, it's gonna be a huge load, right?"
Knowing my state well, Shin Ayoung dove right back in.
She vacuum-sealed her mouth, pressing her mucous membranes tight against me, then shook her head rapidly to milk out the cum.
"Slurrrp... slurp... mmph... ngh...!"
Her lips clung to the sensitive ridge like a suction cup.
Her tongue cradled below, delivering a smooth yet textured bliss.
How could a human mouth do this?
Unless her insides reshaped perfectly to fit my cock, it was impossible.
I closed my eyes briefly as her slender fingers moved again.
"Good... just like that."
Class time meant she kept the noise down and pace moderate, but it was enough.
My overheated cock was already primed to blow.
"Slurrrp... slurp... heup... ngh...!"
Sensing the swelling, she slid her stroking hand downward.
She gripped my full balls gently at the base.
Knead, knead...
The semen responded to the signal, surging upward.
The explosive rush through my urethra told me it was massive.
Better block it quick, or it'll be a mess.
As if reading my mind, Shin Ayoung's hand climbed the shaft.
The squeezing grip from base to tip accelerated the flow.
It was imminent now.
As the slit parted to release the white ropes, her warm palm cupped the front like a shield.
"Urgh... mmph...! Ngh..."
She swiftly deepthroated the avatar's cock.
Spurt, spurt!! Splurt... spluuurt... splurt...!!
"Hnnng... mmph... gulp...!"
The thick bursts overwhelmed her narrow throat, shooting straight into her mouth.
"Mmph... mm... sluuuurp... hng..."
She gulped loudly, swallowing it down.
She handled the avatar's load cleanly, but the real problem was my body's output.
Her palm at least kept it from spraying everywhere.
Instead, like with Park Seo-yoon earlier, her hand was drenched white.
"Phaa... Feels like even more than usual..."
Cum-soaked but beaming, Shin Ayoung looked up at me.
She swallowed the remnants in her mouth and brought her musky hand to her face.
"I can't get over it no matter how many times I see it. How does it produce this much every time..."
Lick, lick.
She sucked each finger like delicious jelly.
Making lewd noises on purpose, as if they were cocks.
She's gotten even sluttier while I wasn't looking. Where does it end?
I let out a quiet sigh of admiration.
Having cleaned her hand, Shin Ayoung glanced around.
Seeing no one cared about us, she leaned toward me.
"Let me clean this up too."
She swept her hair aside and opened her mouth.
Her tongue swirled, lapping up the cum on the shaft.
Meticulously, obsessively.
"Mwah... smack... hng... So much tasty stuff here too..."
I stroked her head in approval, and she looked up with curved, pretty eyes.
"Oppa... Did I do good?"
"You did great."
"Then I want a reward... I made you feel 100 times better than Seo-yoon unnie... You know, right?"
I'd seen this coming. She'd just swallowed my load, and now she wanted more.
When would she ever be satisfied?
As I recalled the avatar, Shin Ayoung grabbed my hand.
She tugged lightly, signaling me to stand.
"Reward my pussy right now..."
"It's class time."
"No one would understand even if they listened now. This is when you squeeze it in."
Logical yet utterly illogical.
The professor's lecture was like alien gibberish anyway.
Self-study was the only way to comprehend it, truthfully.
"Head to the women's restroom, farthest stall. Spread and wait. If we leave together, it'll look suspicious."
"Yesss... Promise?"
"You can look forward to it."
With my firm answer, Shin Ayoung wiggled her hips as she slipped out.
I followed a short delay later, quietly exiting.
"Did I overdo it? My muscles are starting to ache."
I rubbed my sore shoulders as I boarded the elevator.
Shin Ayoung had wrung me dry—balls and all—without regard for class or breaks, lost in her lust.
I'd enjoyed it too, but the backlash hit all at once.
Sleep first, think later. Even I didn't expect four straight days—Fri through Mon.
My stamina had improved, but I wasn't a robot; rest was essential.
-Ding. Floor 5.
The elevator, feeling slower than usual today, opened its doors.
Turning the corner, I spotted two familiar figures.
"Hye-yoon goes to the gym too~ I used to be a workout freak myself, so it's nice seeing this."
"Seo-yoon unnie worked out hardcore too?"
"You bet. Pilates, gym, dance practice—I rotated through all three to maintain my figure. Thought I was gonna die back then."
"Ah, makes sense! Being an ex-idol."
"Ahem."
Yoon Hye-yoon with her crossbody bag, heading to the gym. Park Seo-yoon in casual clothes.
An oddly complicated duo. I stopped in my tracks.
To outsiders, it looked like a friendly neighborly chat, but to me now, it was just inconvenient.
I wanted to crash hard.
Why are they talking right in front of Park Seo-yoon's door?
I wanted to greet and pass, but they blocked the narrow hall.
They'd even found a common topic, ignoring me completely.
"So where do you work out, Hye-yoon?"
"Mine's five minutes away. Run by a family friend—super convenient."
"Ooh! Family friend means discounts, right?"
"Yeah, I go for half price."
At that, Park Seo-yoon draped an arm around Yoon Hye-yoon's shoulder.
Perfectly natural.
"I had a place too, actually? But after moving here, even by car it's an hour, so I stopped."
"Wanna check out mine sometime? I'll put in a good word."
That moment, my senses picked up an ominous vibe.
She's loaded—why sparkle over half-price deals like that?
Something was up.
As I eyed them suspiciously, both heads turned my way.
"Oh? Oppa! When'd you get here?"
"Just came up."
"Listen, Seo-yoon unnie here..."
They chattered on.
Repeating what I'd overheard.
"...So you're heading there now, right?"
"Wanna come too, oppa? Three of us would be a blast."
"I wanna rest..."
"Let's go!"
Park Seo-yoon shouted suddenly.
My unease spiked.
Shouldn't she be trembling at the sight of me? What's with the sudden confidence?
My body screamed for rest, but instinct urged me to follow.
Experience said trust the latter.
I adjusted my bag and turned.
"Yeah, let's go."