Chapter 49
Chapter 49
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Translator: crow
Chapter Title: Is This Really Massage Oil?
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Yoon Hye-yoon quietly closed the classroom door and took her seat.
As she had asked, I decided to stay still this time.
Once all the students had filed in, the lights went out again and the video resumed playing.
Since she hadn't been able to write much of her reflection paper last class, she began jotting down what she remembered from the previous content.
The A4 paper filled up quickly, and I waited patiently while watching the documentary.
But that didn't last long. Nothing was harder to endure than a documentary droning on about a topic I had zero interest in.
With her body reacting so lewdly right in front of me, there was no way I could just sit still.
I squirted some oil onto my palm and slid my hand downward.
When I cupped my hands over her entire pussy entrance, her waist twitched violently.
Just from the touch, broken, sobbing moans kept leaking from her lips.
"Hnggg...♡ Hnng...♡ Haahng...♡♡ Haa...."
The collaboration between her hypersensitive pussy, which had cum so many times, and the oil.
Her thighs wouldn't stay still for even a moment, and her hole began gaping and clenching nonstop.
I applied it everywhere, then pulled my hand away and watched.
The oil made the panties cling perfectly to her skin, her camel toe obscenely visible, and the surrounding areas translucent enough to show glimpses of pink flesh, like she was wearing see-through underwear.
She clenched her fists tightly, enduring it, but eventually couldn't hold out any longer and shifted her position.
She straightened her back, pressing as close to the chair as possible, and placed both hands on the desk.
Then, subtly enough that no one would notice, she began grinding her pussy against the chair by rocking her hips ever so slightly.
Yoon Hye-yoon, secretly masturbating in the dark classroom filled with people.
She braced her arms and bobbed her hips up and down.
Being in the corner seat must have made her bolder.
"Hnng...♡ Hooook...♡ Ungh...Hng! Haahng.."
Her breathing had grown hotter than before—she was clearly enjoying it.
But even after time passed, no climactic convulsions came.
The layers of pants and panties made friction grinding insufficient to push her over the edge.
A moment later, she glanced around cautiously.
Each row had some height difference, so someone seated diagonally behind might catch her.
Knowing that, she placed her white eco-bag over her lap.
Then her right hand slipped slyly between her legs.
Ziiiip...
The zipper came down quietly, revealing a soaked section of her panties.
Her index and middle fingers slid into the narrow gap, stroking up and down along her slit.
After a few passes through the valley, unsatisfied with the stimulation, she pushed her panties aside and touched directly.
She stroked from her clit to the hole's entrance, savoring greater pleasure, then her fingers slipped inside.
"Aahng...♡ Hngk...Hng...!"
It was brimming with juices like a clear spring, so the first knuckle slid right in.
But the fingers weren't long enough to go deeper, so she rubbed and teased just the entrance.
It seemed like a tease; she frantically moved her fingers seeking a better spot.
But anatomy got in the way—it was out of reach.
Her fingers were just shy of hitting her weak point, the G-spot, and far too thin to give that full, stuffed sensation inside her pussy.
Resigned to shallow wriggling masturbation, the video suddenly stopped and the lights came on.
Her movements froze as if her brain had short-circuited.
She whipped her head toward the classroom clock in panic, just as the professor spoke.
"Alright, that's it for this video. Anyone finished with their reflection papers can leave first."
It wasn't meant to fill the full second period after all.
At the professor's words, students clutching A4 papers surged toward the front exit.
Afraid her hand position would be exposed, she ducked her head low until the coast was clear, then quickly withdrew it from her pants.
Her two fingers were coated in sticky, white cream.
Unable to wipe them on her clothes, she covered her mouth with her hair and sucked them clean, every nook and cranny.
She glanced around warily in case anyone had seen, then finished her paper.
By the time the classroom had emptied by about 70%, she set aside the bag on her lap and stood to leave.
At that moment, a lewd scent wafted strongly around her.
From the still-open zipper gap, hot air carried the aroma of an aroused female in heat.
As she hurried to zip up and stand, a squelching sound rang out.
Her crotch was drenched, staining her jeans dark.
She'd leaked so much that even the chair was wet.
Helpless, she sat back down and waited for the rest to leave.
"Thanks for your hard work. Goodbye."
She submitted to the professor last and exited the classroom.
Her next stop wasn't home, but the bathroom.
She entered the farthest stall, stripped off her pants and panties, and hung them on the hook above.
She lowered the toilet lid, placed her hands on it, and spread her legs wide.
"Haa... You're watching, right? Hurry up and do it."
Too winded for more words, she thrust out her ass in demand.
Love juices poured like rain between her firm thighs.
Dazed by the erotic sight for a moment, she couldn't wait any longer and began plunging her own pussy.
"Haaang♡ Hurryyy... You made my body like this, take responsibility...♡"
Lewd squelches echoed through the bathroom, and as she neared orgasm, her posture sank low.
Nearly squatting on the floor, legs trembling, she squirted as she came.
Pssshhh....Pssshhh...
Even with the toilet right there, she sprayed the floor.
And even while cumming, she kept rubbing her clit, craving even more pleasure.
"Hnggg...♡♡ Not enoughhh... Pussy's so hot...♡ Moreee..."
Honestly, I hadn't expected such an intense effect.
Knowing her usual masturbation habits, this was the first time I'd seen her so feral.
Feeling a twinge of guilt, I decided to soothe her quickly.
I smacked her ass to lift it, positioning her for easy doggy-style access.
Grabbing my cock and pressing it to her entrance, her pussy gulped and expelled a glob of nectar in welcome.
No more teasing—I thrust straight in.
The sensation was unlike anything before.
The oil had been applied only to the entrance, but her fingering had worked it deeper inside.
My cock swelled to bursting, and her pussy walls clamped down with scorching heat.
"Ohhh...♡ So full... This is it♡ Hurry and scrape deep inside♡♡"
Even using dirty talk she rarely did—she must have been desperate.
But I was in the same boat.
With sensations amplified and buried in her molten pussy, staying still was impossible.
I gripped her ass and slammed my cock all the way in.
Deeper inside, thicker folds awaited.
Those meaty walls enveloped my glans, squeeze-squeeze, making it feel as one with her pussy.
I worried my cock might actually melt away.
The all-encompassing embrace made me want to stay still forever.
But instinct surged to cum quick and feel good, so I forcibly shoved her ass forward and pulled out.
Drip... drip...
Each withdrawal, my glans scraped out her pussy juices.
This must be what they mean by the lower mouth drooling for a taste of cock.
Pulling out until just the tip caught at the entrance, then plunging to her cervix—fresh natural lube produced in between.
Eager to unload in this blissful hole, I ramped up the pace.
"Haaang♡ Pussy♡ Going crazy♡ Tighten♡ Faster♡ Harder♡"
When thrusting in, her pussy relaxed to take me deep; when pulling out, it squeezed to keep me in.
I hadn't taught her this skill, but she was doing it instinctively—impressive.
Like her body knew exactly how to milk out cum.
Soon, an unbearable urge to ejaculate built, and I unleashed a massive load like pissing.
Bliss surged coolly up my urethra.
My mind went hazy.
She didn't care that I'd cum, tightening more to wring out every drop.
I kept pistoning my still-hard cock through my orgasm, and she twisted in climax.
"Haaaht♡♡ Ahang♡ Unghk...♡ Hng♡ Pussy melting...♡♡"
After that, we alternated cumming three times before I finally stopped my hips.
After the intense fucking, she sat on the toilet with legs splayed, catching her breath.
Occasional shivers made semen dribble from her gaping hole into the bowl below.
I looked down at her pussy.
She'd leaked so much that her thighs, legs, and even socks were soaked.
Her blouse was sweat-drenched, skin faintly visible beneath.
"Haa... haa... hnng..♡ Ha... What have I done.."
Now regaining her senses, a bit of strength returned to her eyes.
My cock had returned to normal too, so the oil's effects must have worn off.
Accustomed to endurance from workouts, she dressed quickly without much rest.
She stuffed her still-wet panties into her eco-bag but pulled on her pants—the heat had dried them to normal color.
She wiped her pussy clean, then improvised by lining the entrance with tissue.
I watched her leave the bathroom and head home, then detached from the onahole.
I turned to look at the oil bottle.
This... is really for massage, right?
Way more ferocious than the description suggested.
The effect was too strong; I decided to seal it away for now.
If it did this to Yoon Hye-yoon, using it on Shin Ayoung? I'd be milked 20 times that day for sure.
I resolved to use it again once my stamina and virility improved, and for now, stashed it deep in the drawer for my body's sake.
I changed the bedsheets, showered, then sat on the bed and opened the app.
Curious how many points I'd gained from losing my mind with Yoon Hye-yoon today.
It looked like I'd gained nearly 40 points just today.
Aiming to break 200 quickly, I headed to the shop tab.
It had updated—new items caught my eye.
I hit purchase and pulled out the oil again.