Han Subin sat behind her. Unlike the others' blatant outfits she wore a white blouse and a skirt of ordinary length.
That pure look actually stood out with a strange presence in this lewd classroom.
When our eyes met she startled, gave a tiny smile, then dipped her head. Sunlight made her blonde hair sparkle.
My gaze drifted naturally to the very front row. A girl sat in perfect posture, staring straight at me.
Cha Ayeong-the one who had given the freshman representative oath at the entrance ceremony. She wore a tight-fitting suit that showed almost no skin, yet my eyes still went straight to her full, straining chest.
Then a soft, calm voice reached us.
"All right, everyone, please take your seats."
A beauty with a gentle impression entered. She wore a suit like Cha Ayeong's, but it wasn't skin-tight.
Even as I sat down beside Chaerin I could feel every woman in the room holding her breath, tracking my every move.
"Welcome, everyone, to Marriage Academy. I am Yoon Iseol, and I will be your homeroom teacher for the next year."
Her eyes rested on me for a moment. Unlike the others, a subtle curiosity lived in that gaze.
"And Kim Sihyuk-as the only man in the class, I look forward to working with you."
"Yes, Teacher."
When I answered, the air in the classroom stirred again. Soft murmurs like "His voice is nice too..." floated up.
"As you already know, our academy's educational goals differ from those of ordinary universities."
Her voice stayed even, but the content was anything but ordinary.
"This is the place where you learn everything required to become an excellent wife to one man."
The curriculum that appeared on the screen was exactly what I expected.
Understanding Male Psychology
Understanding and Practicing the Importance of Praise and Affirmation
Attractive Body Language
The Psychology of Touch
Introduction to Healthy Sexual Life
Introduction to Oral Service Techniques
Subjects like "Understanding Male Psychology" and "Understanding and Practicing the Importance of Praise and Affirmation" at least looked like liberal-arts classes.
But once I saw titles such as "Attractive Body Language," "The Psychology of Touch," "Introduction to Healthy Sexual Life," and "Introduction to Oral Service Techniques," the place felt less like an academy and more like a sex-slave training center.
"Every course at our academy is founded on the Male Protection Act and the sexual-violence prevention education that must be completed every year."
The content of that sexual-violence prevention education was equally mind-blowing. It was education women had to receive so they would never make a man feel sexual discomfort.
Unwanted excessive exposure, persistent staring, coercive attempts at physical contact-everything a woman might do was classified as sexual violence.
A crazy world. And at the same time, paradise for men.
"Now then, let's first elect a class president and vice-president. The class president represents the class and carries various responsibilities. In particular she will guide and assist fellow students during practical lessons."
The teacher wrote the benefits of being class president across the board in quick strokes. Most of the girls looked thoroughly uninterested.
"For example, Body-Attraction Analysis class or Psychology-of-Touch practicum. You might have to touch other female classmates' bodies. And class-president activities count toward store points."
The words "you might have to touch other female classmates' bodies" burned themselves into my brain. There was no reason to hesitate.
Becoming class president meant I would be required-legally and officially to touch the bodies of more than twenty beautiful girls.
My hand shot up on pure reflex.
"Me."
The instant my voice rang out, every motion in the classroom froze. The girls' eyes widened with shock and excitement.
Everyone was stunned that a man would voluntarily take on such a bothersome job. And they were equally excited by the possibility that, if luck favored them, the man himself might touch them during practicum.
"I will do it as well."
A clear voice rose as Cha Ayeong lifted her hand. Immediately after her, hands shot up competitively all over the room.
Dark ambitions blazed among the girls: I'll be that man's right hand.
"Oh my, so Sihyuk wants the position. Then class president will be Sihyuk. No objections, right?"
Yoon Iseol spoke as if it were the most natural thing in the world. There was no vote, yet not a single person raised an objection.
If a man wanted it, that became classroom law and absolute truth. That was democracy in this world.
"Then for vice-president... shall we have Cha Ayeong, who volunteered first?"
Cha Ayeong stood and bowed politely.
"All right, let's begin our first activity. Everyone, please move to the central Health Office on the first floor for your physical examinations."
The Health Office we reached under our teacher's lead was far larger and better equipped than I had imagined.
I didn't know much about medicine, but rows of gleaming white high-tech equipment lined the walls, and three doors stood side by side along one wall.
"If sexual desire becomes difficult to handle during class, you may use the soundproof booths over there."
The nurse standing in front of us explained kindly.
Each booth door had a small window so the silhouette inside was faintly visible. There was no lock, yet you could still tell whether someone was inside.
"If you go too long without masturbating you can catch Heat Sickness, so it's best to take care of yourself every morning or evening."
My ears doubted the words "Heat Sickness." I had never heard of it. Did the women of this world actually get sick if they didn't masturbate?
While I was asking Chaerin about Heat Sickness, the physical exams began in ordinary fashion. Starting with girl number one they measured height, weight, eyesight, and hearing in order.
It was no different from any physical I knew.
Once those checks finished, the nurse pointed to a curtained inner space.
"All right, now come inside and remove every piece of clothing."
What?
I froze for a second at the outrageous demand. The girls, by contrast, began undressing as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Flustered, I cleared my throat.
"Ahem. Teacher? Why the clothes...?"
The nurse turned to me with a puzzled look.
"Ah, Sihyuk, you still don't know. Physical condition is the most basic item when evaluating a wife's value. Areola size and color, the shape and tightness of the pussy and anus-everything has to be carefully recorded so you can meet a good husband later, right?"
Pussy and anal inspection? Here? Right now?
"All right, we're going to do a proper examination now. Class president, come over and help with the checks, will you?"
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"Alright, from now on we're going to do a proper examination. Class president, would you come up and help with the checks?"
At the school nurse's words, every pair of eyes in the classroom swung toward me.
I stepped forward as if I'd been waiting for exactly this moment.
Parting the sea of girls, I slipped behind the curtain. The school nurse looked faintly surprised.
"Oh my, Sihyuk-you're the class president?"
"Yes. That's me."
There was no way I was going to miss a legal opportunity to freely handle the bodies of more than twenty beautiful girls.
"A boy as class president... first time I've seen that. Most guys hate touching girls' bodies."
She looked me over with open interest and explained my role. Then she added that, as the only male, I would be examined last-after every girl had finished-so none of them would see me naked.
"Alright, first person in line, come on in."
The curtain parted and Chaerin stepped through, already completely naked.
Flawless white skin and the clear, sensual curves of her body. I had touched every inch of her just yesterday, yet under the bright clinical lights she looked different-more vivid, more exposed.
Chaerin seemed conscious of my stare; a faint flush colored her cheeks.
Then, following the nurse's instructions, she stood at perfect attention.
The real measurements began.
"Mm, skin quality is top-tier. Excellent elasticity, even tone..."
The nurse pinched the skin of Chaerin's forearm with a specialized device, murmuring as she checked the readings. I stood quietly beside her, watching every inch of Chaerin's body.
Next came the breast evaluation. The nurse brought over a set of molds.
"Breast volume is F-cup. Shape is excellent as well."
The mold sealed snugly around Chaerin's full breasts. The monitor clearly displayed 75F.
Then it was time for nipples and areolas. The nurse picked up a vernier caliper and carefully clamped Chaerin's nipple between the jaws.
"Areola diameter and nipple projection length are in perfect proportion."
I swallowed hard. The precision down to the millimeter was impressive, yet knowing the subject was my twin sister left me with a strange, electric feeling.
Next the nurse produced a nipple color chart-dozens of subtle pinks and browns arranged like a paint swatch. She held it against Chaerin's areola and nipple, matching the shade.
"Color is a soft pale pink. Nothing to criticize."
At those words Chaerin's nipples stiffened a little more. Being evaluated like this in front of her twin brother seemed to embarrass and arouse her at the same time. The nurse didn't miss it and teased her mercilessly.
"Oh my, already getting excited?"
"N-no!"
Chaerin denied it in a flustered rush, but her proudly erect nipples told the truth.
The nurse then ordered her to spread her legs and lie on the nearby bed. External genital evaluation.
"Come on, open a little wider."
Hesitantly, Chaerin parted her thighs. Between them her pretty pussy came into full view.
The nurse adjusted the light, studying shape and color.
"Labia minora are symmetrical, color is lovely. Clitoral exposure is just right."
She had Chaerin roll over, gently spread her buttocks, and inspected her anus.
"Anal wrinkle density and color both good. Almost no pigmentation."
The nurse handed Chaerin a small bottle.
"After every shower, apply this to your nipples, pussy, and anus. That way you'll keep this pretty color."
So that was why the girls in this world stayed so free of darkening and stayed so beautiful.
Watching the intimate scene, I found myself thinking that every other girl here probably had equally pretty pussies.
Oral structure and flexibility tests followed. Every part of Chaerin's body received a top-tier rating. Only one stage remained.
"Now we'll begin the arousal-induction procedure. Sihyuk, come over here and help."
Finally, my turn.
"First we're going to measure time to arousal. The moment you start stimulating her, I'll clock how many seconds it takes her to reach an aroused state."
She handed me a long thimble-like device. "Vaginal photoplethysmograph. Slip it on your finger and touch her pussy-it'll read arousal level and a bunch of other metrics."
I fitted the strange instrument over my index finger and approached Chaerin, who lay with her legs slightly parted.
"S-Sihyuk..."
Her voice was tight with nerves. The look in her eyes said she had never imagined her twin brother would be the one fingering her pussy.
The nurse watched the two of us with open fascination. She had been checking items off on a sheet for Chaerin; now she smiled and made a request.
"Start by playing with her nipples, would you? Some girls can't feel anything there."
I stepped in front of Chaerin and cupped her F-cup breasts in both hands. Soft, heavy weight filled my palms completely. Unable to resist, I rolled her stiff nipples under my thumbs.
"Hon...!"
Her body trembled delicately. My own heart was pounding just as hard with excitement.
"Nipples are fine. Now go ahead and touch her pussy."
For the first time in my life I was about to touch a girl's most intimate place. I'd watched hundreds of porn videos, but the real thing...?
Swallowing dryly, I slowly lowered the sensor-tipped finger.
Looking down, I saw Chaerin's pussy: plump outer lips and, between them, shy pink inner flesh that made my cock go fully hard.
With trembling fingers I carefully parted her labia. Glossy membrane and a clear liquid came into view.
So this is love juice?
As if entranced, I gently rubbed the entrance with my fingertip. Through the sensor I felt slick, hot, sticky wetness-far more vivid than anything I had imagined. The sticky fluid clinging to my finger glittered under the lights.
Then I slowly pushed my index finger into the narrow-looking hole.
- Schlick...
Already thoroughly aroused, Chaerin's pussy swallowed my finger with almost no resistance.
"Ah... nn..."
A short moan escaped her. At the same instant a soft electronic beep sounded and the numbers on the monitor climbed rapidly.
"Whoa..."
Just inserting a finger made me gasp in wonder. I could feel my cock already soaked with pre-cum.
How incredible would it feel to put the real thing inside her?
"My goodness, she's already near maximum the second we start. I can't even get a proper time-to-arousal reading."
The nurse sounded astonished.
"At this rate we can't finish the test properly. Chaerin will need a re-examination later."
Apparently her pussy was either too sensitive or she had simply become aroused far too quickly.
Thinking the genital exam was over, I reluctantly withdrew my finger-only to be relieved when the next item remained.
"Let's evaluate love-juice quality first. Volume, viscosity, acidity, scent. Put your finger back in, please."
The sensor-clad finger touched her tightly closed entrance and Chaerin held her breath. The moment just two joints slipped inside, she twisted her hips and panted hotly.
"Hah... hnn... ah..."
I kept going, curling and flexing my finger. Teasing the soft inner walls made fresh juices well up in a rush. The device analyzed the fluid in real time and displayed the data on the monitor.
I heard the nurse's admiring murmur, but I was already beyond caring. I crooked my finger deeper.
- Squish!
"Ah-there... hah...!"
Chaerin's hips jerked. The machine continued collecting data nonstop, but I no longer had attention to spare for it.
"Next we'll check maximum vaginal pressure, contraction pattern, internal temperature change, and how much her G-spot protrudes. Just keep moving your finger the way you are."
Following the nurse's instructions, I began exploring her interior in earnest.
When I curled my finger and gently scraped the front wall, a full-throated cry burst from Chaerin.
"Y-yah... I'm...!"
My fingertip found a soft, swollen patch-her G-spot. I stimulated it relentlessly. Her pussy clenched hard around my finger in violent spasms.
"W-wait... I-I'm gonna come...!"
She begged, but I didn't stop. In less than a minute her whole body went rigid.
"Stop-stop, st-! Hnn, ah, I'm coming, I'm really-!"
"It's fine, Sihyuk. Keep going."
"You heard her, Chaerin. You're allowed to come."
"Idiot... idiot... hyaaaaah!"
With a wet spurt, a massive amount of love juice sprayed out. Chaerin's legs shook like leaves in a storm.
"Orgasm threshold is normal. Eleven climax contractions. Love-juice volume is abundant... everything checks out."
The nurse calmly finished her evaluation of the orgasmic response.
I had wondered if Chaerin was simply a quick-shot, but according to the nurse this was ordinary.
Still gasping and half out of her mind, Chaerin rested a moment, then staggered out from behind the curtain.
"Next-Cha Ayeong."
Vice president Cha Ayeong entered next. Perfect posture, expressionless face. She showed not the slightest hesitation.
Her body was meticulously maintained-not an ounce of excess fat. Where Chaerin had been soft and voluptuous, Ayeong was voluptuous and sleek. Her breasts were a size larger than Chaerin's; the narrow waist flared into an ass so full it looked ready to burst.
Watching her cool demeanor, I thought, Is she even going to feel anything from my touch?
The external aesthetic measurements finished in a flash. As expected, her body also scored top-tier, just like Chaerin's.
Now came the arousal-induction phase. I fitted a fresh sensor onto my finger and approached her.
"Beginning now."
I deliberately smiled a little as I spoke. Until now most girls had been flustered simply because I was male, but Cha Ayeong remained completely blank-faced.
I lightly stroked her nipples-no issues there.
Without further comment I brought the sensor-tipped finger to her pussy. Unlike Chaerin's, it was still soft and dry.
Schlick
That was the moment.
"Hnn?!"
The instant my finger entered her, a moan tore from the ice-cold Ayeong's lips.
Her body convulsed as if electrocuted, and before my finger was even fully inside she was gushing love juice and climaxing hard.
"Huh?"
I froze for a second at Cha Ayeong's climax. The woman who had looked so blunt and cold crumbling this easily from a single finger...
Her once-expressionless face was completely flushed, both hands clenched tight around the white bedsheets. Between her ragged breaths, stifled moans kept slipping free.
"Hmm..."
The school nurse frowned at the monitor, looking troubled.
"It was way too fast-I couldn't get a proper reading. Time to arousal: two seconds. Orgasm threshold unmeasured. Ayeong will need a retest later too."
Looks like Ayeong's pussy was even more of a pushover than Chaerin's.
"This time go a little slower. Stimulate properly from the inside and draw out a real reaction, okay?"
"Understood."
I nodded and moved back between Ayeong's legs. Her face stayed carefully blank, but the afterglow of orgasm still painted her cheeks pink.
This time I took it slow, caressing gently from the entrance. My fingertip traced the sticky, glistening folds of her inner lips. Ayeong's hips jerked up with a sharp twitch.
The sight made me so hard it hurt. I pushed my finger into her cunt.
-Squish.
The walls, far softer and hotter than before, clung and sucked greedily around my finger.
"Heut... haa.."
I deliberately scraped only the flat stretches of her walls, carefully avoiding her G-spot, teasing her. Moans kept spilling past her lips. Listening to them, I pressed and played inside her pussy like it was a toy. The thought that I was the first to ever toy with these untouched, ridged folds and wrinkles made me never want to stop.
After a while I curled my finger and pressed firmly into her sensitive G-spot.
"Haaaang!"
A cry of pure ecstasy finally tore free. Ayeong's body convulsed far more violently than the first time as she hit her second orgasm.
I thought the exam was finished, but while the nurse was wiping Ayeong down she suddenly went "Hmm?" and tilted her head. Her gaze locked onto the hole nestled between Ayeong's buttocks.
"Ayeong, according to your academy admission papers, you've already developed your anal as well?"
Anal?
My eyes followed hers automatically. Up close, her rear entrance looked a lot like Chaerin's-almost no pigmentation, so pretty it barely even looked like an asshole.
"Yes, Teacher."
Ayeong answered as flatly as she could manage while still panting.
"I trained it because I believe that to become the perfect wife, one must be able to answer any demand a husband might make."
I was quietly impressed. So this was how she became the top-ranked freshman.
"If you trained it alone, the hole might have gotten loose, no?"
Ayeong shook her head firmly.
"I never used tools such as dildos. I carefully developed it using only my fingers so the tightness would not weaken."
The nurse nodded in approval.
"Smart girl. Women shouldn't masturbate with dildos in any hole-whether to keep the hymen or to avoid stretching. Every now and then you get kids who don't know that and ruin themselves with toys."
Something hot and moved stirred deep in my chest at those words. These girls really did exist for men.
"Alright then, Class President-we need to check her anal tightness and sensitivity too. Help me finish."
As I stepped closer, Ayeong murmured, "I already performed an enema beforehand." Thorough preparation, huh.
I swallowed hard. This was my first time touching an ass as well as a pussy. Nervous or not, up close the almost unpigmented pink hole simply looked delicious, and there wasn't even a strange smell.
"Get on all fours and raise your hips for me?"
At my request Ayeong dropped into a catlike pose on hands and knees. Her plump ass rose high, the shy little hole right in the middle of it on full display.
I pressed the measuring finger against it.
-Push.
Far tighter and springier resistance than her pussy. Above all, the sheer act of sinking a finger into the back door of this ice-queen beauty left me awestruck.
Was Ayeong feeling shame right now? Or only pleasure?
I slowly forced my finger inside.
"Heuk...!"
Her back arched instantly. Completely different pleasure from the pussy play seemed to crash over her.
Once my finger was fully buried, the hot, soft inner walls writhed and clamped down.
It definitely felt different from a cunt. A pussy squeezed all along its length; an ass had a viciously tight ring at the entrance while the rest wrapped you in soft heat.
I stirred my finger just a little.
"Haang...! Ah-no...!"
Ayeong screamed on a whole different level than when I'd touched her pussy. Her anal sensitivity must have been extreme-her toes were already curling and twitching even though I'd only just gone in.
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I made a quiet mental note that I absolutely had to fuck this ass someday if I ever got the chance.
-Pshht! Tss!
A sudden gush of love juice sprayed from Ayeong's pussy and soaked the sheets. Just stimulating her ass had made her cunt squirt like a fountain. In under a minute her whole body was shuddering through an anal orgasm.
A pushover pussy and an even more pathetic ass.
The nurse whistled in admiration. "Coming from anal already... you've got real talent for anal sensitivity."
When the exam ended, Ayeong staggered out past the curtain on trembling legs. Seeing the wet patches she'd left behind, the nurse swapped the special waterproof pad on the bed for a fresh one.
"Next."
The curtain parted and the girl I'd noticed earlier in class walked in.
Healthy tanned skin, long brown ponytail. Her open, refreshing features had a magnetic pull all their own.
"Hi! I'm Seo Yeji from the track club! Class President, take care of me!"
She introduced herself with bright energy. Being a track athlete she was a little taller than the other girls, and her body was pure healthy beauty.
Big breasts, a plump round ass, and even faint abs showing on her stomach. But more than anything else, those thighs were pure sex.
The second I saw them my eyes locked on like a magnet. The skin her short athletic shorts always covered-around her pussy-was pure white, while the thighs that lived under the sun were smooth copper. That sharp boundary between pale and bronze made me swallow hard.
Just looking at Yeji's thighs made my cock, which I'd barely calmed down, start to swell again. She must have felt my staring, because she grinned.
"Class President, why are you staring so hard? You like my thighs that much?"
"...Yeah."
The honest answer slipped out before I could stop it. Yeji blanked for a second, then burst into bright laughter like she'd just heard something hilarious.
"Sorry-first time a guy's ever complimented me, so I cracked up."
Even while the nurse did her external measurements she never stopped chattering.
"Showing my body to a guy like this for the first time is making me super nervous! Wait-are all the other girls first-timers too?"
That easygoing attitude pulled a snort of laughter out of me. Yeji treated me like any ordinary friend, like my being a man barely registered. Thanks to her loosening the mood, I could talk normally too.
"You said track club, right? Running's pretty hard, isn't it?"
"It is hard. But it's fun. I love the feeling of using every muscle in my body. Especially when the power really digs into my thighs."
She casually slapped her own thigh. The firm muscle jiggled under the impact and my cock twitched hungrily.
'To run well, those thighs must be pretty important."
"Obviously. All my speed comes from right here."
Yeji answered with pure confidence. I stepped right up in front of her and smiled wickedly.
"I'm curious just how amazing they really are."
Yeji met my eyes dead-on and gave me a provocative little smirk.
*Yeah? Touch them once and you'll know."
Right then the nurse finished the external aesthetic measurements and called out,
"Class President, start the arousal induction procedure, please."
Full of anticipation, I lightly stroked Yeji's thighs as she lay on the bed.
"Whoa... these really are different."
I didn't stop at stroking-1 sank my fingers in and gripped hard. Under the soft skin my palm felt dense, springy muscle. Completely different charm from the soft flesh of the other girls I'd just touched.
"Hoo...!"
A short moan burst from the girl who'd been teasing me a second ago. The instant my hand made contact her body flinched and went rigid. That confident smile faded fast.
When my index finger brushed her pussy, Yeji's endlessly chatty mouth fell silent as if a switch had flipped. She tried hard to keep talking, but only meaningless moans leaked out.
"Why'd you suddenly go quiet?"
"I-it's just... first time anyone's ever touched my pussy, so it's awkward... euhut..."
Amused, I deliberately pushed my finger deeper and stirred. Every time she tried to form words the pleasure cut her voice off. It was ridiculously cute.
So she was the type who lost the ability to speak once the pleasure hit.
I deliberately worked my fingers even more wickedly.
Just as expected, Yeji lasted no longer than any of the others. Within minutes she was already coming.
"Hwaaaaah...!"
From the instant I slid my fingers inside her, Yeji never managed to finish a single coherent sentence.
When the orgasm hit, I deliberately stroked the soft inner flesh of her thighs and she shuddered violently across the bed. Sweeping my thumb upward along those same thighs made every muscle in her body snap taut, then melt, then snap taut again. Her body had been forged by training, so the climax itself was fierce. As she came she clamped her thighs around my hand with surprising strength. If she ever locked her legs around me during actual sex, I might not be able to get free.
When the examination ended, Yeji left the infirmary with a faintly flushed face and a small smile for me. I liked her.
The moment she was gone, the next girl stepped through the curtain-someone I had never seen before. Both face and figure were thoroughly ordinary. After the parade of beauties I had already handled, even an average girl felt like a welcome gift, but the nurse's evaluation was merciless.
"Skin quality: low grade. Breast volume: B-cup. Pelvis size is ordinary as well. Overall, below average."
Watching the process, I finally understood just how ruthless this world was toward a woman's appearance. In a society where survival depended on being chosen by a man, the harshness was almost inevitable.
Yet the moment I brought my fingers near her pussy, the girl suddenly began to cry in thick, heavy tears.
"Hic... Thank you... Thank you so much..."
"Uh... yeah?"
"I never once imagined... that a man would ever touch the pussy of someone as plain as me... Hic..."
Overcome with gratitude, she sobbed while accepting my fingers. And then she came-almost the instant I entered her, so easily it was almost shocking. Even after the examination was over she kept staring longingly at my hand before finally slipping back out through the curtain.
The next girl who entered was a completely different creature. Yellow-dyed hair, piercings in both ears-a full gyaru type. Her name was Lee Yuna. Without the slightest trace of shame she displayed her naked body and shot me a wink.
"Class president, how's my body? Pretty killer, right?"
She was small, yet she carried a pair of heavy breasts and a lush, rounded ass. That brazen confidence paired with an openly lewd figure was absurdly arousing.
"I'll have to check for myself."
She laughed sultrily and stepped right up to me. The moment I cupped her breasts she ground her hips against me, pressing her whole body flush to mine as though she had been waiting for exactly this.
"Mmm, class president's hands are huge. Way bigger than mine."
She tempted me with zero subtlety. When I pushed a finger into her pussy to induce arousal, she immediately began rolling her hips, wet sounds filling the air.
"Aaahn...! There... that feels good...! More, touch me more...!"
Unlike every girl before her, Yuna made no attempt to hold back her voice. She cried out even more vulgarly, flaunting every wave of pleasure. Her shameless display only drove me harder; I worked my fingers roughly. Her pussy clung to them with sticky, greedy suction, as though trying to swallow them whole. For all her lewd looks, she was still a virgin.
Next came a long-haired beauty.
"Name: Lee Nari. Special note... tongue length and flexibility: highest grade."
I looked at the girl called Lee Nari in surprise. She had a quietly pretty face, but when the nurse ordered her to stick out her tongue I nearly choked.
"Beh."
Her tongue was ridiculously long-long enough to touch the tip of her chin with room to spare.
"Show us what you've practiced."
The nurse handed her a cherry stem. Nari took it into her mouth, flicked her tongue a few times, and in an instant the stem reappeared tied into a neat knot. The thought of that tongue wrapping around a cock made my imagination race. Her pussy was just as impressive as the tongue that came with it. The nurse even offered advice: "You should train her so she can climax from tongue stimulation alone." Apparently in this world they even developed a woman's tongue into an erogenous zone.
The next girl to enter wore a neat sky-blue headband. Park Sohee. Soft brown hair, large gentle eyes, and a smile so pure I almost felt guilty putting my hand between her legs. She triggered every protective instinct I had, so I decided to go slow and gentle.
The second my fingers brushed her pussy, that plan died.
"Haaaaaahn...! Th-there...! Harder... harder...!"
Every trace of demure innocence vanished. Far from holding back, Sohee twisted her whole body and demanded stronger stimulation. The sheer gap between appearance and reaction startled me so much that I started thrusting my fingers harder without thinking. Then came a truly strange one. Skin so white it looked as though it had never seen sunlight, hair as pure white as fresh snow-a beauty so unreal she barely seemed human. Yet her presence was utterly different from every girl before her.
"I am a man. I will not submit to this examination."
Baek Hayeon glared at both me and the nurse as she spoke.
The nurse sighed as if the whole thing were a tedious chore.
"Baek Hayeon, everyone already knows you're a girl. Get over here and take the exam."
"I said I'm a man! And this is my dick!"
She pointed straight at her own clitoris. The little hooded nub neither twitched like a cock nor leaked any precum; it simply sat there, quiet and female. The sheer absurdity of the sight left me speechless. The nurse explained that parents sometimes raised a daughter as a son, or the extreme scarcity of men created enough psychological stress to produce this particular delusion. It was, she said, a fairly common mental illness. I felt a flicker of pity. How scarce did men have to become for a girl to end up like this?
In the end the nurse simply dragged her over and forced the examination. I had to pin Hayeon's struggling body while she desperately tried to keep my hands away from her pussy. Every single place I touched turned out to be an erogenous zone; no matter where I gripped or kneaded, her legs immediately twisted together. When I lightly brushed the clitoris she insisted was a dick, she clenched her teeth and tried to stifle the sound-only to fail completely and cry out.
"Kh...! Using such a dirty trick... touching my dick...!"
She kept insisting she was a man with all her remaining strength, yet every time my fingers thrust inside her, her pussy honestly flooded with slick juices.
Once the exhausting ordeal with Hayeon was finished, the next girl was named Kim Dasom. Petite, slender, with a short bob that suited her cute face. In an academy overflowing with massive breasts, her tiny chest stood out immediately. Even after she was naked she kept trying to cover herself with her arms, as if the size were a deep complex.
"Breast volume insufficient. A-cup."
The nurse's flat assessment stabbed into Dasom like a blade. Her face went paper-white. She looked at me and apologized in a voice that was almost tears.
"I-I'm sorry... they're so pathetic..."
What did she have to apologize to me for? Feeling the need to apologize simply for small breasts made me worry about how thoroughly her confidence had been crushed. Honestly, after seeing F-cups and E-cups all day, an A-cup was less arousing. That didn't mean I disliked them. In the end they were still a girl's breasts, and if I could touch them, I wanted to.
When I stepped closer to induce arousal she couldn't even meet my eyes, so I felt the urge to encourage her. I gently cupped those small breasts. Tiny as they were, the soft, gently rising shape was lovely.
"No, they're pretty enough."
Dasom's face flared scarlet. Under my palms her nipples quickly hardened into tight peaks. Those little breasts were absurdly sensitive; the lightest touch made her gasp and tremble.
"Your pussy is pretty too."
"...What?"
"Nice shape, nice color."
Her eyes wavered violently. The unexpected praise left her looking almost moved.
"Ah..."
The moment I slid a finger inside, her pussy reacted with frantic hunger-more desperately than any girl before her. She moaned as if broken, tears and love juices pouring out together. As she left I heard her murmur a soft thank-you, and it left me feeling strangely proud.
After that, several more girls passed through my hands. Even after touching more than twenty pussies I never grew used to it. Every single one felt new. Shape, texture, reaction-everything was different. Each girl had her own charm, and I found myself wishing the examinations would never end.
At last the final turn arrived. The girl who stepped through the curtain was my childhood friend, Han Subin. She was far more embarrassed than anyone else, both hands desperately covering her breasts and pussy, head bowed low. Yet those slender arms could never fully hide the overflowing bust or the lush curves of her body. The contrast between her shy posture and that perfect figure was devastating. While I was still staring in admiration, the nurse's voice suddenly hardened.
"HSDD, is it?"
It was not a question; it was a confirmation. Subin nodded in a voice almost too small to hear.
"Yes..."
From that moment the nurse's entire attitude shifted-more clinical, more perfunctory. She scanned Subin's body quickly and recorded the numbers. Even though the figure in front of us was clearly near the highest grade, the evaluation that came out of her mouth was different.
"Overall: upper grade."
I couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong. To my eyes she was unmistakably top-tier. Why mark her as merely upper grade?
Subin simply stared at the floor, showing no reaction at all. She was the childhood friend I had met right after waking up in this body; I wanted to help her, so I spoke up.
"Nurse."
"Hm? What is it?"
"With a body like Subin's, shouldn't that be highest grade?"
The nurse's expression turned odd-something that looked almost like Why are you defending this one?
"Well, if the class president says so, I'll correct it to highest grade. A man's judgment is what matters most, after all."
Just like that, the school nurse corrected Subin's physical grade to the highest level.
"Let's start the arousal induction."
Weariness clung to her voice.
Subin answered in a tiny voice, head bowed low.
"Yes...."
I stepped up to her and gently stroked her back. Subin's shoulders gave a faint start and trembled. Somehow she looked different from the other girls. The others would heat up in anticipation of my touch, but Subin only seemed tense.
"All right, Subin. Starting the arousal induction."
I stood beside her as she lay on the bed and first cupped her soft shoulders with both hands. Then I slid my hands down and took hold of the full, rising mounds of her breasts.
"Hnn...."
A short moan slipped from Subin's lips. I savored my childhood friend's softness at leisure. When I squeezed, the pliant flesh pushed pleasantly between my fingers.
"Nngh... mm...."
Subin's reactions were distinctly subtle. From the moment my hands touched her, she did not gush love juices from her pussy. She only flushed and held her breath. Her body responded honestly, yet the response itself was perfectly normal-the kind that did not climax just from a little breast play, the way women had in my previous life.
When I lightly pinched her nipples, Subin finally jerked.
"Ah...! S-Sihyuk...."
"Shh. It's okay."
I soothed her and gave one nipple a light lick with my tongue. It was the first nipple I had tasted with my tongue today, and the scent was lovely.
"Hnn, nnngh...."
I moved on, gently rubbing the plump flesh of her outer labia.
"Ah... ah...."
Subin's pussy was growing wet by degrees. It was nowhere near the gushing flood the other girls produced, but sticky juices were definitely appearing. I slowly pushed a finger inside. The tight yet soft interior accepted me.
The school nurse, watching the monitor, nodded.
"Finally getting a reading."
Until now every girl had reached arousal so fast that retests had been required. Only Subin could be measured properly. On the screen her arousal level climbed in a gentle curve.
"Time to arousal: two minutes thirteen seconds."
I nodded inwardly with satisfaction. At last a result within a range I could understand. Subin, whose
climax came slowly, felt more normal to me.
"All right, now bring her to climax."
At the nurse's words I slipped my finger back into Subin's pussy. When I lightly rubbed her clitoris with the free thumb, Subin's breathing turned lewd.
"Haa... S-Sihyuk, there... it feels weird...."
'This spot feels good?"
I worked the clit that drew the biggest reaction from her. The narrow, hot walls tightened around my finger more pleasurably than before.
-Twitch!
"Haaahn...!"
I gently stimulated her vaginal walls, moving my finger slowly. Subin's pussy did not explode with sensation. Instead it heated steadily, progressively. That process was even more interesting.
"Hnn... S-Sihyuk.... Sorry for making it hard...."
"What's hard?"
"I... don't get wet easily... even though you're the one touching my pussy...."
Her voice grew thick with tears. I gave a short laugh.
"Not hard at all. I actually like being able to touch you longer."
"Nnh, really?"
"Really. I love it."
The moment I said I loved it, Subin's pussy clamped down hard. She panted for breath. After maybe three minutes her body arched forward and gave a fine tremor.
"H-hnn, nngh....!"
The school nurse checked the time and recorded it.
"Three minutes twenty-eight seconds total from start of arousal induction. Climax confirmed."
I withdrew my finger with satisfaction. It was not dripping with juices, but wet enough. I whispered against Subin's ear.
"Good girl."
Subin, face still lewd from climax, looked at me with a bright smile and then slipped out past the curtain. Watching her leave, I decided I would have to ask later what HSDD actually was.
While the school nurse sorted the girls' records, my erection gradually subsided.
"All right, Class President Kim Sihyuk's turn."
I nodded at her words. I would have to strip too, right? As I started to undress, the nurse casually turned to leave the curtained area as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
"Where are you going?"
"Ah, with men we usually measure alone. Having a woman nearby can make them uncomfortable."
She spoke as if it were nothing, but I did not miss the flicker of regret in her eyes. I studied her carefully.
The name tag around her neck read Lee Seoyeon. Around thirty, with a quietly pretty face. In a boys' high school she would have been the subject of endless dirty talk. The figure beneath the white coat was full of curves. Especially the legs extending from her neat skirt, sheathed in black stockings that radiated a quiet sensuality. She was the classic image of the pretty school nurse every guy had fantasized about at least once.
"Teacher."
At my call she stopped and turned.
"Would you help me?"
The school nurse's eyes went round as a rabbit's. Clear fluster.
"...What?"
I smiled as if it were the most natural request in the world.
"I don't really know how to measure it by myself."
She looked flustered, yet the corner of her mouth twitched of its own accord. Expecting the sight of my naked body, she came back with trembling steps.
"W-what do you need help with...?"
"Everything."
I smiled and pulled off my top. When my solid upper body appeared, her gaze lingered for a moment on my abs. Ignoring that, I undid my belt. My still-soft cock came into view.
"Th-then... length first...."
The school nurse picked up the measuring tape with shaking hands. As she drew near, a faint perfume brushed my nose-strangely arousing. I stood still and waited for her to measure.
The cold tape touched my cock. She moved carefully, trying not to touch my body more than necessary. Even so, tension traveled through every unavoidable brush of her fingers.
"Pre-erection cock size...."
When her fingers touched my shaft I could not help a soft exhale. Soft, warm contact. A slight slickness, as if she had used hand cream.
"Twelve centimeters...."
Her voice shrank. Next was girth. When she wrapped the tape around the shaft, my cock twitched in response.
"Ah...!"
She nearly dropped the tape in surprise. Enjoying the reaction, I deliberately tensed my lower abdomen. Blood rushed in and my cock began to swell.
"H-hey, Sihyuk. You can't get hard yet...."
"Can't help it. Teacher's hands are too sexy."
At my shameless answer her face flushed as if it might burst. In no time my cock stood fully erect. After a brief hesitation she lifted the tape again.
"Then post-erection size...."
Her delicate hand closed around my cock once more. Feeling how much larger and harder it had become, her shoulders jerked.
"Heh..."
Stunned by the size, she parted her lips and blinked. The expression said she could not believe the massive thing in front of her. I clearly saw her swallow hard while staring at my cock.
"Now... just the semen test left. Need to check sperm count and motility...."
She started to step back again.
"Masturbate by yourself and put the semen in the container. I'll step outside for a bit...."
"Teacher."
I called her again.
"Help me with this too."
The school nurse's eyes grew even rounder than before. She stared at me blankly. Unconcealable joy and anticipation shone in that face.
"S-someone like me... is it really okay?"
"You're the teacher."
A look of pure emotion crossed her features.
"Thank you. I'll show you the best paizuri service."
The school nurse dropped to her knees in front of me where I stood. Without hesitation she began undoing the buttons of her blouse. When the white blouse fell open, full breasts cupped in a black lace bra came into view.
With an unmistakably eager expression she removed the bra as well. The two lush mounds swayed lightly under gravity. Before I could prepare anything she liberally squeezed love gel onto her chest. The slick liquid ran down her breasts and dripped.
"All right, then...."
The school nurse gathered her breasts with both hands and nestled my cock between them.
"Oh...!"
The sensation surpassed imagination. Warmer and softer than I had expected, the flesh pressed my cock from every direction. I learned for the first time that a feeling like this existed in the world. She worked her breasts as skillfully as if she had practiced for years, caressing my cock.
Theory had been perfect-no empty boast.
-Squelch, squelch.
Lotion and my pre-cum mixed into lewd wet sounds. I gently stroked her hair while savoring the rapturous sight before my eyes: my glistening cock between the white valley of her cleavage, her slightly parted red lips as she concentrated.
"Oh... Teacher, you've got good technique...."
"I practiced a lot alone at the academy with a cucumber."
She answered shyly and squeezed her breasts tighter. Every time her nipples brushed my lower abdomen my cock grew even harder. Lotion, her sweat, and my pre-cum blended into slicker, hotter friction. I kept stroking her hair.
"Haa... haa..."
The school nurse's breathing grew rougher. She was the one giving service, yet she looked as if she were the one being taken. Watching that aroused me further.
"I'm going to cum."
At my words her movements grew fiercer. She pressed her breasts with all her strength as if determined to milk every last drop. Not stopping there, she lowered her head.
-Lick.
A hot, soft tongue dragged across my glans. Completely different from the slickness of gel-the living texture of a tongue. For an instant I nearly jerked my hips back in surprise. Taking that as a signal, the school nurse opened her mouth wide and swallowed the head.
-Slurp.
My first paizuri service left me unable to think straight. Her tongue relentlessly teased the sensitive underside of the glans while her breasts clamped down hard all the way to the root in perfect rhythm. Unable to hold back, I gently gripped her head. Under my hand she looked up at me with obedient eyes. That lewd gaze sent the urge to cum surging up. I did not hold it back-l just came.
-Spurt, spurt, spurt!
A tremendous volume of semen erupted. The hot load poured entirely into her mouth. Eyes closed, rapturous expression on her face, she received my orgasm. When the climax ended she carefully pulled my cock free of her mouth and breasts. She spat the semen into the container that was supposed to collect it, then without hesitation licked my cock clean.
In the midst of that pleasure I thought: Should I just fuck her right here?
-x-X-x-
Unfortunately, the bell rang and the physical examination in the infirmary came to an end.
Suppressing my disappointment at the thought that the next class would arrive, I stood up from my seat.
The health teacher also sent me off with a gaze brimming with lust.
The sight of her submissive posture once again made my cock twitch, but there was nothing I could do.
"Then, I'll be going first."
"Yes, yes... Please be careful when you enter, Mr. Sihyuk."
The health teacher had now perfectly switched to her formal polite speech.
It seemed that somewhere in her mind the relationship between a university student and a health teacher had been reset entirely to that of a bitch and a dog.
I left the infirmary with a satisfied smile.
Even on the way back to my class, the gazes of the women in the corridor clung to me stubbornly.
As someone who had some experience poking at a woman's pussy, those looks actually felt quite pleasant.
When I returned to the classroom, the atmosphere inside had subtly shifted.
The girls were each clustered in small groups, chatting among themselves, but their eyes kept flicking toward me.
In those eyes was a mixture of curiosity and a heated expectation, as if they were waiting for something.
Everyone wanted to ask me something but didn't want to speak up, afraid I would dislike it.
"Hey, what are you thinking?"
Chaerin, who had somehow squeezed onto the seat right beside me, asked.
"Nothing much."
I answered briefly and looked around the classroom.
Through the windows on the corridor side, a few girls from the other class were peeking at our class.
Their gazes were fixed on me just like everyone else's.
It was a sight that showed how rare a man was in this academy.
"Everyone's made a group chat, right? You're coming in?"
"Of course I'm not going in."
The girls who heard that I was joining the group chat let out small delighted sounds.
After the break ended, our homeroom teacher, Yoon Iseol, entered the classroom.
She still wore the same gentle and professional smile as before.
"All right, everyone. Today you can head home after taking the student ID confirmation photos."
Student ID?
"You have to renew it once a year, and if you want you can wear it around your neck, so take pretty pictures."
Earlier on the way to class, I had noticed something hanging from the necks of the senior women in our class-what was that? A student ID, apparently.
"Everyone, please move to the multipurpose room in the basement."
At the teacher's words, we all stood up and headed out into the corridor. Iseol-ssi walked with us.
While we walked the corridor, I got another chance to carefully examine the senior women's student IDs.
And I finally got a clear look at the real thing hanging around their necks.
The photo on the front of the pink-haired senior's student ID wasn't a normal face shot at all!
It was a full-frontal nude photo with nothing on.
"Eh?"
I must have been mistaken, so I stole a glance at another senior's ID.
This one was even more outrageous-a close-up of a pussy spread wide open.
The senior realized I had noticed her ID and flashed a sly smile, showing me the back of it too.
There was a photo of an ahegao face, eyes rolled back, tongue sticking out.
"...So this is the academy."
I muttered to myself without realizing.
I had known it wasn't a normal academy for a long time, but I never imagined girls would wear photos of their own pussies around their necks like this. It was beyond imagination.
Once I learned they were taking photos of female nudity, I was actually looking forward to this student ID photo shoot.
With a trembling heart, I arrived at the basement multipurpose room, which turned out to be surprisingly simple.
In front of a white backdrop wall stood a small chair, next to it a white mattress, and a camera on a tripod-nothing more.
The one who greeted us was a plump middle-aged female photographer.
She scanned us with a blank expression until her gaze landed on my face. The moment she saw me, the corners of her mouth lifted.
"You're in Class 1-1, right? All right, line up. Boys first. Sit over here."
Following the photographer's instruction, I stepped forward.
She looked me up and down and nodded.
"Boys are simple. Just sit in the chair and take a photo of your face. There's no problem for guys like you in choosing girls."
I sat in the chair and finished the simple shoot with a few shutter clicks.
And the real fun was about to begin.
"All right, now it's the girls' turn. First, the class vice president, come over here and help me out."
The photographer called for the class vice president. When I approached, she said with obvious surprise.
"Wow? This class's vice president is a guy? I've never seen that before... Well, it doesn't matter. Actually, that's better."
She gave me a satisfied smile and patted my shoulder.
"The vice president's role is simple. You help the girls take the most attractive photos possible. Help with poses, loosen them up. If a guy helps from the side, the pictures will be even better."
"How exactly should I help?"
"This student ID is a bitch student ID made to appeal to men. You just need to help make it look as lewd
as possible."
Bitch student ID.
I couldn't help glancing at the girls in my class at that direct name.
"Usually they take one photo of their favorite body part. Two photos are fine-front and back. Of course normal photos are okay too, but most girls want to show off their bodies."
The photographer continued.
Iseol-ssi, who had followed us down, added her soft voice.
"Yes. And when you take the photos, if you get even a little excited, they come out even more lewd."
Iseol-ssi looked directly at the girls and gave kind advice, but the tips she shared were shockingly lewd.
"Guys love hard nipples, a slightly flushed body, or a little pussy juice dripping out. Vice President Sihyuk, you should guide them well on that."
The teacher's words were basically permission to do anything.
I smiled faintly and nodded.
Just like during the physical exam, I would now legally touch the girls' bodies.
Everyone except the photographer and me left the multipurpose room.
"First up is the vice president."
The photographer's words, and Cha Ayeong entered the room.
She began undressing with practiced ease.
Her blouse buttons popped open one by one, and soon her bottoms were gone too.
Finally, completely naked, her entire body was exposed.
It was a perfect body-voluptuous breasts, slender waist, and a firm, toned stomach with no excess fat.
"Which part are you the most confident about?"
"I'll take pussy and anal photos. For the front of the student ID, pussy; for the back, anal."
Ayeong answered calmly when the photographer asked.
I couldn't help sighing inwardly at her reply.
To put the two most private holes a woman has on the front and back of her student ID.
The top-ranked freshman really was different in every way.
Just thinking about seeing Ayeong's pussy and anus again made my cock swell even larger.
"Sit on the mattress, spread your legs and show me the pussy. Vice President, come over and help."
I slowly approached Ayeong. The same good scent still lingered from her body.
Whether I approached or not, Ayeong sat on the mattress and spread her pussy toward the camera.
Even though I had never seen it before, it looked exactly like the scene in an AV video.
"Your head is tilted a little."
The photographer told her to adjust.
I gently held Ayeong's chin and fixed the angle.
Her skin felt so smooth that my fingertips wanted to touch it again and again.
"There's not much pussy juice. The vice president can help, right?"
"Of course."
I answered naturally to the photographer and moved my hand to Ayeong's pussy.
Ayeong's eyebrows twitched for a moment as I spread her labia with my index fingers.
"Just a moment, I'll check your pussy."
The fingers that had poked at Ayeong's pussy many times before touched her again.
The pussy juice I had wiped away earlier-her pussy was still smooth and clean.
But when my finger slid from the mound down to the slit, it seemed like juice was already flowing.
"Ugh..."
Even without inserting my finger properly, Ayeong's breathing began to shake.
I didn't touch her pussy, but I did caress her breasts.
Even after feeling them many times, they were still incredibly large. They looked like they could feed a baby plenty.
The heavy, soft weight filled my entire palm.
I molded her breasts like clay.
"Huuu..."
Before I could do much, a thin moan escaped Ayeong's lips.
I pretended not to notice and lightly rolled her nipple with my fingers. The hard bud got trapped between them.
"Look. That's why it's so much better."
I said with satisfaction, admiring the erect nipples and the now-wet pussy.
Ayeong kept her head lowered, unable to speak a word.
Her body was reacting honestly despite the perfect control on her face.
With a click, the photo of Ayeong's pussy was taken.
"Next is the anal, right?"
The photographer smoothly instructed Ayeong to pose.
Ayeong lay face down on the mattress just like during the physical exam, sticking her ass toward the camera,
I quietly approached and lightly rubbed the finger that had touched her pussy earlier around her anal hole.
The pussy juice on my finger made her back hole slick.
I had spread a little of Ayoung's juices over her anus, but it still looked a bit dry. The photographer seemed to think the same; she looked at me and said,
"It's still a little dry. Class president, can you make it wetter?"
"Easy."
I took the same finger that had been toying with Ayoung's pussy a moment earlier and brought it straight to her asshole. The slick fluids still thick on my fingertip made a perfect lubricant. I began to paint them over the wrinkled entrance of her anus-slow, deliberate circles, as if I were polishing something precious.
"Hnn...!"
The instant a stranger's finger and that slippery wetness touched her, Ayoung's shoulders gave a sharp twitch. I ignored it and rubbed even more obsessively between every fold of the tight ring, as carefully and lovingly as if I were caressing a treasured toy.
"Mmm...."
Her lower body started to tremble in fine, continuous shivers. The usual ice-cold blank expression was nowhere to be found. Face buried in the mattress, Ayoung was desperately swallowing every moan that threatened to spill out. The sight of her was incredibly hot. On purpose I dragged it out, pressing my fingertip firmly against the entrance of her asshole and then lifting it away, over and over.
"Haa... hey...."
In the end she couldn't take it. Ayoung turned her head just enough to look at me and whispered in a tiny voice,
"...Just put it on already."
That same expressionless Ayoung was now urging me on in a lewd little voice. A sharp thrill of conquest ran through me.
"Mm, got it."
I grinned and pushed the remaining juices on my finger a little way inside the hole itself. Ayoung's anus glistened, wet and shiny.
Click.
The shutter fired at the perfect moment. Looking satisfied, the photographer said,
"Good, perfect. You can get dressed and go."
Without a word Ayoung stood and put her clothes back on. Even then her earlobes were still flushed a deep red. She never once met my eyes as she left the multipurpose room.
"Next."
At the photographer's call the door opened and Chaerin, my twin little sister, walked in.
"So you're the one who has to touch me again."
She grumbled, but she couldn't quite hide the expectant look on her face.
"Which parts are we shooting?"
"Full body and my pussy."
Chaerin answered the photographer, then stripped without a second's hesitation. I'd seen her naked earlier, but the sight still hit me hard. This wasn't the half-covered towel version from the bathroom-this was complete, defenseless bare skin.
"All right, class president. You know the drill."
I nodded and stepped up to her. Before the full-body shot I had to get her nipples hard. We stood facing each other so close I could feel her breath on my face. An awkward silence stretched between us-different from the way it had been with Ayoung, charged with a strange mix of excitement and shyness.
Chaerin seemed just as flustered; her eyes wandered the empty air, unsure where to look.
I broke the silence first.
"Your tits got pretty big."
"W-what the hell! Compared to when we were kids... yeah, they grew...."
She flared up at her twin brother suddenly talking about her chest, but her voice trailed off smaller and smaller. I snorted a quiet laugh and reached for her breasts. Even after feeling up several women's chests already today, I still wasn't tired of it. Did the men of this world really not care much about soft tits like these?
I kneaded them with open lust until her nipples quickly stiffened into hard peaks.
"They're both standing up nice."
"...."
I said it on purpose, teasing, and didn't take my hands away.
Instead I pinched the erect nipples between thumb and forefinger and gave them a light tug.
"Hnn...!"
A small moan escaped her. Flustered, Chaerin covered her mouth with the back of her hand and turned her head aside-but she never told me to stop. If anything, the way her body kept twitching with pleasure felt like she was begging for more. So I scraped the edges of her areolae lightly with my fingernails.
"Hnnngh...."
Embarrassed to let the photographer hear, she muffled the sound against her hand. Clear strands of love juice were already dripping onto the floor with soft little pats.
"Ready?"
At the photographer's words I reluctantly pulled my hands away. Face burning red, Chaerin stood for the camera. With her nipples standing stiff and her juices trailing down her thighs, the photos came out more than satisfying.
"Next area? You said pussy earlier, right?"
Chaerin hesitated for a second at the photographer's question, then shook her head.
"No. I want my chest instead."
Then she looked straight at me.
"Hey. My nipples still don't feel hard enough... get them more... erect for me."
Anyone listening would have known she was seducing me. Gladly I stepped in and took hold of her breasts again, bolder this time, sinking my fingers into the full soft mounds and working them thoroughly.
"You were going to shoot your pussy, but you switched to chest because you wanted me to keep touching you longer, didn't you?"
I whispered against her ear. Chaerin shook her head hard.
"N-no I didn't...!"
But the puddle of love juice already pooling on the floor contradicted every word. Chaerin, who had been in heat since earlier, finally noticed the thick bulge tenting the front of my pants. She breathed out hotly and whispered,
"When we get home later... I'll give you sexual relief."
Not long after that, the breast shots were finished. Chaerin yanked her clothes on and fled the multipurpose room like she was running away. Watching her ass go, I found myself looking forward to whatever kind of relief she was going to give me tonight.
After that the shoots for the rest of the girls in class kept going. Using the excuse of "class president duties," I pretended to help with their poses while freely groping breasts and pussies to my heart's content. Not a single girl refused. Even Baek Hayeon-who still insisted she was a boy-started out reluctant, but the moment I started rubbing her clit she twisted and squirmed, completely at a loss. In her photos that clit was going to shine especially bright.
Before long it was the last turn.
"Next, Han Subin."
The girl who opened the door and walked in was dazzling as always. Golden hair so carefully tended it seemed to shimmer with every movement, porcelain-white skin, and that shy little smile. Purely on looks she easily ranked in the top three of the class.
Subin carefully undressed. Her naked body was elegant and beautiful, like a high-end work of art. The full-body shots went smoothly. When I lightly touched her breasts she tensed up hard but still managed to get her nipples standing. The real problem came next.
"I... I'll do face photos."
Her words threw me. I'd been looking forward to helping by playing with her pussy.
"I saw earlier-your pussy is really pretty. Your face is pretty too, but how about we shoot your pussy instead?"
At my persuasion Subin's face brightened.
"Really...? I'm sorry, but... I'll take pussy photos instead of face."
"Yeah. Good choice."
One little bit of praise and she was completely convinced. Subin sat on the mattress and carefully spread her legs. Full of anticipation I reached for her pussy-and got almost the same reaction as during the physical exam. Other girls got soaking wet from a single brush of a finger, but Subin's pussy grew wet only slowly. It felt like dealing with a normal girl after nothing but premature ejaculators.
As I kept caressing her, Subin bit her lip. On her face I could read both apology toward me and a heavy self-reproach.
"I'm sorry... it's not getting wet again and I'm just bothering you.... Just... just take my face photo after all."
Seeing her look so sad made my chest ache. We were childhood friends, supposedly; I wanted to help her somehow. So I gently took her hand.
"No. I like that you're different from the other girls, Subin."
"...Huh?"
She stared at me with wide round eyes, clearly never expecting to hear something like that.
"You're not bothering me. You're special because you're not like everyone else."
Her expression shifted in a subtle way. In a tiny voice, almost to herself, she murmured,
"Even after losing your memories... you're still kind....
Then she looked up at me and spoke with quiet, genuine feeling.
"Thank you...."
I smiled and stroked her hair.
"You've got a body this sexy. Have some confidence."
With that I lightly rubbed her clit. A completely different sound slipped from Subin's lips.
"Hnn...!"
I focused on her clit without stopping. Rubbing it quick and tight between index and middle finger made her reactions grow stronger. Subin clung to me hard; affection shone in her eyes.
"Ah... uh... hnn...."
Her climax wasn't loud like the other girls'. Her hips just jerked and a rush of juices spilled out-but that alone was plenty lewd. Love juice ran freely from Subin's pussy.
Click.
The photographer didn't miss the exact moment of her orgasm.
"Thank you, Sihyuk. Really... thank you...."
Subin thanked me and left the multipurpose room. Looking at the wet traces of her juices still left on the mattress, I felt a strange mood settle over me. There had to be some kind of past history between Subin and the original owner of this body. Childhood crush, maybe? I found myself wanting to meet her alone later, ask a few questions, and properly "conquer" her.
I thought all the girls were finished-then Teacher Lee Seol walked in.
"Do you need your photo taken too, Teacher?"
"Yes. Even the staff have to take a new faculty ID photo once a year."
Teacher Seol smiled her usual gentle smile as she prepared to step in front of the camera.
"Sihyuk, you don't have to help me."
A faint resignation colored her voice.
"I'm the kind of age university students don't like. There's no need for you to help an ajumma teacher like me."
Ajumma?
The word did not belong in the mouth of a woman only five or six years older than us-a woman who was still dazzlingly beautiful even in this very moment. That humility of hers only made her shine brighter.
Apparently, once a woman passed her early twenties in this world, her value dropped sharply.
I took a step closer and looked straight into Teacher Seol's eyes. Up close, her lightly made-up face looked even purer and more beautiful. Looking down at her from this distance, I saw her startled pupils tremble like those of a frightened deer.
"Being able to help someone as pretty as you would be an honor."
At my frank praise, Seol's pale cheeks flushed peach-pink in an instant. She seemed unused to receiving direct compliments from a man; she blinked a few times, at a complete loss.
"You're my first homeroom teacher at the academy. I really want to help."
I grinned playfully and lightly took hold of her arm. Soft, warm skin met my fingertips.
"...Thank you, Sihyuk. Then... if it's not too much trouble, would you help me with the photo?"
Persuaded, Teacher Seol gave a shy little nod.
From what I was told, you could wear clothes for the faculty ID photo-or not. Most women, no matter how good their figures, still chose to dress neatly. Apparently some man in the past had complained after seeing a less-than-fresh female teacher's nude shot and found it disappointing.
I set about persuading Teacher Seol right away: we should take the nude version, just like the rest of us.
She hesitated, but when I insisted stubbornly that a nude photo was the only proper way, she eventually accepted my proposal.
The body she had been hiding under that suit was so perfect it was hard to believe. She clearly worked out regularly; her smooth abdomen and healthy curves spoke for themselves. Even plain underwear could not hide the sensuality her figure radiated.
"Teacher, your front is great, but your back is pure art. How about a full-body front shot for the front of the ID and the back view for the reverse?"
Her rear was every bit as firm and alluring as Seo Yeji's track-team thighs. If Yeji's thighs scored a hundred and everything else a ninety, Teacher Seol was a solid ninety-five across her entire body.
Under my continuous praise of her figure, she confessed with a shy smile that she did yoga and exercised regularly. Once again she let herself be talked into following my suggestion for the photos.
When she swept her waist-length hair back, the first things that appeared were her large breasts and nipples that had not yet stiffened with excitement. A little lower, her pubic hair was neatly trimmed into a clean inverted triangle.
"Just a second-let me help get you excited."
I had been waiting for this moment; I closed the distance in a flash. The moment I took her breasts in my hands to stiffen the nipples, a sweet body scent rose from her. The soft flesh was too large for one hand; I cupped both breasts and slowly savored the feeling.
So this is what an older woman's chest feels like.
A strangely cozy, warm sensation spread through me. I deliberately met Teacher Seol's eyes while I spoke, building goodwill.
"Are you married, Teacher? Boyfriend?"
"Ah, n-no... neither."
"When you're this pretty? How old are you?"
"Twenty-five. I graduated from the academy last year, this is my first posting."
She answered shyly at first, but when my fingers gave one nipple a light pinch she squeezed her thighs together. The way she tried to endure the shame of going soft under my touch only made her hotter.
Then a sudden, fierce urge hit me-l wanted to suck on Teacher Seol's... no, Seol-noona's breasts.
Maybe the thought showed on my face. Seol-noona gazed at me with languid eyes and whispered right against my ear.
"Want to suck them?"
A sultry, sexy atmosphere poured off her that I could hardly believe belonged to the usually gentle Teacher Seol. Before I knew it her hand was sliding up my back. Those slender fingers tapped, tapped against my spine as she pressed her body lightly closer. Her breasts squashed against my shirt for a moment.
"Nobody's ever sucked my nipples before. Will you be the first?"
I didn't even notice she had switched to casual speech; I just nodded as if entranced. She smiled softly and pulled my head forward. Her hard, erect nipple slipped into my mouth as naturally as breathing. Instinctively I sealed my lips around it and began to suck like a baby.
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"That's it, good boy. Roll your tongue around the nipple... mm, you're doing so well. Ah... right there, hah..."
She hugged me as if I were an oversized infant, treating me like something adorable. Her trembling breath brushed the crown of my head. Only then did I realize her whole atmosphere had changed, but with her nipple in my mouth I simply surrendered to lust. No milk came out, of course, but the sheer act of sucking an adult woman's nipple was thrilling enough.
Right then the photographer stepped out to take a phone call.
"Ah, I'm working right now... just a moment, sorry-I need to take this."
He gave us an apologetic wave and hurried past the curtain. This was my chance.
Still nursing at her nipple, I slid my free hand down and gently stroked her pussy.
"Hnn...!"
The pleasure must have been intense; her hips jerked. Undeterred, I leisurely rubbed the soft entrance with my fingers, then pressed firmly on her clit with my index finger. She sucked in a sharp breath. When I sucked hard on her nipple with a wet ssuuck, Seol-noona's breathing turned ragged and she collapsed against me. Moments later her whole body shuddered and a lewd moan spilled from her lips. She hugged me even tighter, as if begging me to suck harder. I felt the lewd juices that had just spilled from her pussy soak into my shoe.
"How does it feel to come on my hand? Pretty dirty, isn't it, Teacher?"
When I finally released her, Seol-noona's breasts were glossy with my saliva. The lighting made the spit-coated mounds look even more obscene.
"Yeah... it's dirty. Heh."
Once the shoot was finished and she was getting dressed again, Seol-noona used the moment the photographer checked the results to sidle up to me. Her gaze locked on the front of my pants.
"I'll call you after class. You need sexual processing, don't you?"
She breathed hot air against my ear as she whispered.
"The academy has... a very private sexual processing room that only the two of us can use."
That voice left no room for refusal.
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"All right, everyone. We're finished for today, so you're free to head home."
At the teacher's words the students packed their bags with faintly regretful faces. Then she added, looking straight at me:
"Sihyuk, stay behind a moment."
Chaerin, sitting beside me, tilted her head in confusion.
"Is something up with Sihyuk?"
"Ah, the male students have an aptitude questionnaire they have to fill out separately instead of choosing a university major. It'll only take a minute."
Teacher Seol answered as if it were nothing. I had to admire how smoothly she lied.
Chaerin and Subin messaged that it was dangerous for a guy to walk alone and that they would wait at the main gate. By the time those messages arrived, I was already following Seol-noona down the hallway.
She walked with her hips swaying sexily inside the suit pants that stretched tight over her ass-almost as if she were deliberately seducing me. On second thought, that was probably exactly what she intended.
"Most people don't know this, but the academy has a male-only sexual processing room."
"A sexual processing room?"
"It usually sits empty because men rarely ask for processing."
There was an ordinary door next to the infirmary. The plaque on it read Male Sexual Processing Room.
When we stepped inside it felt cool, as though no one had used it in a long time. There was a bed and a sofa, and farther in a bathroom and shower as well.
The moment the door closed, Seol-noona radiated an alluring aura completely different from her usual
self and asked:
"Blowjob, handjob, or titjob. Which one do you want?"
Her tone was pure confidence, as if she were skilled at all of them. Instead of answering I simply walked up to her, slid my left arm around her waist, and kissed her.
"Mmph...!"
I felt her body go rigid at the sudden kiss. Ignoring that, I devoured her soft lips. My first kiss of this life was incredibly hot. I didn't even push my tongue in; just rubbing our lips together was more than enough.
"W-wait... Sihyuk..."
When the kiss ended, the earlier confidence had vanished without a trace; she stammered, clearly flustered. I pulled her tighter against me and spoke shortly.
"Teacher."
"..."
"I want to have sex."
At my blunt words Teacher Seol's face flushed bright red. She couldn't say a thing; she only hung her head. The picture she made was exactly that of a pure virgin.
I smiled and reached for her clothes.
"Take them off."
At the order to undress, Iseol noona's shoulders flinched and trembled.
She couldn't lift her head. Instead she fidgeted, stalling.
The alluring woman from a moment ago vanished, and suddenly she started rattling off excuses in the polite speech of a teacher.
"I-I'm a... I'm a teacher, and Sihyuk, you're, well, you're an adult, but..."
Her voice dwindled to nothing. The way she panicked, completely at a loss, was honestly pretty cute.
"And I've never done anything like this before... Plus you're so popular, and there are so many pretty girls around you. Chaerin, Subin... Why would you even want me..."
She kept babbling on and on.
But nowhere in any of it was a real refusal. There was no "I don't want to."
It was just the pure fluster of a virgin thrown into a situation she had never faced in her life.
I tightened the arm around her waist and pulled her flush against me.
My rock-hard cock pressed firmly against her lower belly.
"Ah...!"
Iseol noona let out a short gasp and looked up at me.
I leaned in to her ear and cut through every last excuse with a single line.
"You want to have sex with me, don't you?"
"..."
Silence hung in the air.
Instead of answering, Iseol noona only worked her lips soundlessly.
Then, a moment later, as if resigning herself-or as if she had been waiting for this-she gave a tiny nod.
"...I want to."
It was barely louder than a mosquito, but the affirmation was clear.
"Then it's okay if we have sex, right?"
"Yes..."
With that, she abandoned all resistance.
The instant I heard her answer, I sought her lips again.
This time was different. I brushed my mouth softly against hers first, then carefully pushed my tongue inside.
"Mmnh..."
Her lips parted in surprise.
I didn't miss the opening. My tongue slid right in.
A wet little sound.
Halfway in, it met her warm, soft tongue.
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I didn't really know how to kiss either, and for her this kind of deep kiss was a first.
Still, I took the lead and licked at her with my tongue.
Who would have thought I'd be sharing a deep kiss like something out of a drama with my homeroom teacher.
At first her tongue stayed stiff and frozen, not knowing what to do, but when I gently wrapped around it and coaxed it, she began to respond carefully.
Our tongues tangled. Saliva mixed.
The lewd sounds of us devouring each other's mouths echoed strangely in the quiet sexual-processing room.
Kissing feels good.
So this was a real kiss.
Mixing tongues with a woman was this insanely arousing?
When the long kiss finally ended, a long, transparent strand of saliva stretched between us.
Iseol noona's eyes were wet and completely unfocused.
The rational teacher from earlier was nowhere to be found. What I saw now was simply a woman surrendered to desire.
I slowly undid the buttons of her blouse one by one.
First button, second... With each one that came free, pale skin and a plain gray bra gradually appeared.
Not a single ounce of excess fat, smooth skin that still kept a woman's soft curves.
The breasts swelling high above the bra looked ready to burst free any second.
I almost failed to get the bra off because I didn't know how the clasp worked.
Next were her dress pants.
When I lowered the zipper, her body trembled faintly with shame. I paid it no mind and stripped the pants down.
White thighs appeared, along with gray panties that matched the bra.
I couldn't tear my eyes from those plain gray panties.
The center was already a little damp.
She must have been leaking love juice the whole time we kissed, unable to hold it back.
That fact only made me harder.
"Teacher."
When I called her softly, she lifted her head.
"You're soaking wet."
Her face flushed crimson again and she dropped her gaze once more.
Smiling, I pulled her panties down too.
And at last, Iseol noona's completely naked body was laid bare before me. I guided her to the bed.
I laid her down, stripped myself, and climbed on top of her. My heart hammered like mad.
Calm down. Kim Sihyuk, calm the fuck down.
I was so worked up I might miss the hole entirely and just come all over her thigh.
I took deep breaths, trying to force the excitement down.
Iseol noona kept her eyes squeezed shut, breathing hard and fast.
Her flushed face, slightly parted lips, the full breasts rising and falling with every breath, even the small
patch of pubic hair lightly matted with love juice-
Every single detail looked like a work of art.
Looking at that erotic sight, there was no way the heat was going to settle.
I settled between her legs.
Finally my cock and her pussy faced each other.
My fully erect cock was already drooling precum, desperate to get inside her.
Her pussy glistened with so much wetness it looked like it would take me easily.
But the moment I actually pressed the head against her, the entrance was far tighter than I expected.
"Hngh..."
When the head touched her entrance, she held her breath. I swallowed hard with nerves myself.
My cock was pretty big. Could something like this even fit inside a virgin like her?
I gripped her waist and pushed my hips forward slowly-very, very slowly.
Even soaked, it was a tight, resistant feeling. The sensation of my cock forcing its way into her pussy.
"Ah...!"
As the head popped inside, a moan mixed with pain tore from Iseol noona's lips.
I stopped moving and waited for her to adjust.
"You okay?"