Chapter 13
Unfortunately, the bell rang, bringing the physical examination in the infirmary to an end.
Since the next class was coming in, I swallowed my disappointment and rose.
The school nurse also saw me off with lust-filled eyes.
Her submissive appearance made my cock throb again, but there was nothing I could do.
“Then, I’ll be going now.”
“Y-yes…. Get home safely, Sihyeok.”
The school nurse was now speaking in perfectly polite language.
Apparently, in her mind, our relationship had been redefined—not as that between a college student and a school nurse, but as one between a female and a male. I left the infirmary with a satisfied smile.
Even on the way back to class, the gazes of the women in the hallway clung persistently to me.
As someone with some experience fingering women's pussies, I found those looks quite enjoyable.
When I returned to class, the atmosphere in the classroom had subtly changed.
The girls were chatting in small groups, but their glances kept darting toward me.
Their eyes held curiosity, along with a heated expectation of some sort.
They all seemed curious about me, but perhaps they were afraid I might not like it if they spoke to me.
“Hey, what are you thinking about?”
Chaerin asked, now sitting pressed close beside me.
“Nothing much.”
I answered briefly and looked around the classroom.
Through the windows facing the hallway, several girls from other classes were peeking into ours.
Their gazes were fixed on me, too.
It showed just how rare men were at this academy.
“The girls made a group chat. You’re joining, right?”
“Of course.”
I could faintly hear the girls rejoicing when they heard I was joining the group chat.
Break ended, and our homeroom teacher, Yoon Iseol, entered the classroom.
She wore the same neat, gentle-looking smile as before.
“All right, everyone. Today, you can go home after taking your student ID photos.”
Student IDs?
“Student IDs are renewed every year, and you can wear them around your neck if you like, so make sure you all take pretty pictures.”
I’d seen something hanging around the upperclasswomen’s necks as I passed them on the way back to class. So that must have been their student IDs.
“Everyone, please move to the multipurpose room in the basement.”
At the teacher’s words, we rose from our seats and headed into the hallway. Teacher Iseol walked with us.
As we walked down the hall, I got another chance to examine the student IDs worn by the upperclasswomen.
And I got a clear look at what those student IDs around their necks really were.
The photo on the front of the student ID hanging from the pink-haired upperclasswoman’s neck wasn’t an ordinary face shot!
It was a full-body photograph of her completely naked.
“Huh?”
Thinking I might have seen wrong, I peeked at another senior’s.
This one was even more shocking: a close-up photo of her pussy spread wide.
The senior who noticed I’d seen her student ID gave me a sly smile and showed me the back as well.
On it was a photo of her in an ahegao pose, eyes rolled back and tongue sticking out.
“…So this is an academy.”
I muttered without realizing it.
I’d known for ages that it wasn’t an ordinary academy, but I never imagined they’d wear photographs of their own pussies around their necks. It was beyond my wildest expectations.
Now that I knew they took nude photographs of women, I was looking forward to this student ID photo shoot.
The basement multipurpose room I arrived at, my heart pounding, was simpler than I’d expected.
All it contained was a small chair in front of a white backdrop, a white mattress beside it, and a camera on a tripod.
The person waiting to greet us was a plump, middle-aged woman photographer.
She looked us over with an indifferent expression, then her gaze stopped on my face. Her blank expression instantly softened into a smile when she saw me.
“You’re in Class 1-1, right? All right, line up. I’ll photograph the male student first, so come over here.”
When I stepped forward, she looked me up and down before nodding.
“For men, it’s simple. Just sit in the chair and let me photograph your face. Men don’t need to take pictures like this; they have no trouble choosing women.”
I sat in the chair, and after several shutter clicks, the simple shoot was over.
And the real thing was about to begin.
“All right, now it’s the women’s turn. First, the class president, come over here and help me.”
The photographer called me over. When I approached, she said with an intrigued look,
“Oh? This class has a male class president? That’s rare… Well, no matter. This is even better.”
She smiled with satisfaction and gave my shoulder a light pat.
“The class president’s role is simple. You’re to help the women take their most alluring photos. Help them pose, relax them, and so on. The photos will turn out better with a man helping at their side.”
“How should I help them?”
“This is a bitch student ID meant to appeal to men. You just need to help the women look as slutty as the name implies.”
Bitch student IDs. That blunt name made me involuntarily glance at the girls in my class.
“Usually, you take a single photo of the body part you’re most confident about. You can take two photos and put one on each side, too. Of course, you can use ordinary photos, but most girls want to show off their bodies.”
The photographer continued.
Teacher Iseol, who had come down with us, added some advice in a gentle voice.
“That’s right. And if you become a little aroused while having your picture taken, it’ll look even sluttier.”
Making eye contact with the girls, Teacher Iseol gave them kind but unbelievably lewd tips.
“Men prefer it when the nipples are hard, the body is slightly flushed, or a little pussy juice is leaking out. It would be good if you, Class President Sihyeok, could help bring that about.”
The teacher’s words were practically a signal granting me permission to do anything.
I smiled faintly and nodded.
Once again, just like during the physical examination, I’d been given a legal chance to touch women’s bodies.
Everyone except the photographer and me left the multipurpose room.
“First up is the vice class president.”
At the photographer’s words, Vice Class President Cha Ayoung entered the multipurpose room.
She began taking off her clothes with practiced ease.
The buttons of her blouse came undone one by one, and she quickly removed her bottoms as well.
At last, she removed her underwear too, leaving her nude body fully exposed.
I’d seen it during the physical examination, but it was still a magnificent figure. Ample breasts, a slender waist, and a firm, toned stomach without an ounce of excess fat.
“Which part are you most confident about?”
“I’ll have photos taken of my pussy and anus. I’ll put my pussy on the front of the student ID and my anus on the back.”
Ayoung answered calmly.
I was impressed inwardly by that answer.
To think she’d put the two most intimate holes a woman had on the front and back of her student ID.
As expected, the top-ranked freshman was different.
At the thought of seeing Ayoung’s pussy and anus again, my cock gradually began to swell.
“Why don’t you sit on the mattress and spread your pussy? Class President, go over and help her.”
I slowly approached Ayoung. Her body gave off the same pleasant scent as earlier.
Ayoung paid no attention to my approach; she sat on the mattress and spread her pussy toward the camera.
I’d never actually seen it before, but it looked just like a scene from an adult-video shoot.
“Your head’s tilted slightly.”
At the photographer’s words, I gently took hold of Ayoung’s chin and corrected its angle.
Her skin was so smooth beneath my fingertips that I wanted to keep touching it.
“There’s not much lubrication on her pussy. Class President, can you help?”
“Of course.”
I answered the photographer casually and brought my hand to Ayoung’s pussy.
Ayoung’s brow twitched for an instant as she held her pussy open with the index fingers of both hands.
“I’m just going to touch your pussy for a moment.”
The same fingers that had explored Ayoung’s pussy repeatedly earlier touched it again.
The lubrication she’d leaked earlier must have been wiped away; her pussy was perfectly dry.
But as my finger slowly moved from her mound to her labia minora, her juices began to seep out again.
“Mmph….”
Even though I hadn’t properly inserted a finger yet, Ayoung’s breathing began to falter.
I didn’t just touch her pussy; I touched her breasts as well.
They were enormous breasts, just as I remembered. If she had a baby, it would be well fed.
Their weighty, soft texture filled my palms.
I kneaded her breasts as if I were molding clay.
“Hhng….”
It wasn’t long before a thin moan escaped Ayoung’s lips.
Pretending not to notice, I gently rolled a nipple between my fingers. The hard nub caught between them.
“See? This is much better.”
I said with satisfaction, looking at her now-hard nipples and moistened pussy.
Ayoung kept her head lowered and couldn’t say a word.
Unlike her perfectly controlled expression, Ayoung’s body was responding honestly.
With a click, the camera captured a photo of Ayoung’s pussy.
“The anus is next, right?”
The photographer deftly instructed Ayoung to strike a pose.
As she had during the physical examination, Ayoung lay facedown on the mattress and thrust her buttocks toward the camera.
I quietly approached and lightly rubbed the finger that had just touched Ayoung’s pussy around her anal opening.
The pussy juice on my finger moistened her asshole.