Chapter 24
I approached Iseol noona. Every woman in the classroom focused on me.
“Teacher.”
“Yes, class president.”
“Could you put your hands on the blackboard and stick your butt out a little?”
The air in the classroom froze for a moment at my words.
What broke the silence wasn't surprise or condemnation, but breaths mingled with admiration and arousal.
Without a moment's hesitation, Iseol noona obediently turned around like a docile bitch.
She placed both hands on the blackboard, bent at the waist, and thrust her round, ample buttocks toward me.
Since she had already inserted the Kegel devices into her pussy and anus, nothing covered her lower body.
The gazes of the twenty female students in our class fixed on a single spot.
It was the homeroom teacher Iseol noona's buttocks and the two holes hidden between them.
I approached Iseol noona's buttocks, enjoying everyone's gazes.
Then I slowly began pulling out, one by one, the Kegel devices noona had just inserted.
Each time a device came out, her pussy and anus twitched.
I set the devices on the lectern and reached toward noona's pussy, which was already leaking vaginal lubrication.
“I'll need to loosen your pussy a little more before putting them back in.”
My finger pushed into noona's pussy.
Her already-wet entrance accepted my finger gently, as though it had been waiting for it.
“Haa, ah…!”
Overwhelmed by the taboo of fingering my teacher in front of my classmates, I became even bolder.
I pushed my finger deep inside and stirred her vaginal walls.
-Squelch, squelch
Wet sounds echoed through the quiet classroom.
Iseol noona could no longer get any words out.
She merely tilted her head back and bit her lips to hold back the moans escaping her.
Even so, she apparently didn't want to show how much she was enjoying it in front of her students.
Her body trembled faintly, and her pussy leaked hot vaginal lubrication in time with my finger's movements.
“Your grip really is different, Teacher. I guess that's because you're an academy graduate.”
At first, I hadn't really noticed.
But after touching the pussies of more than twenty women just now, I could tell their subtle differences apart.
Iseol noona's vaginal walls were more elastic than those of the female students, reacted sensitively to every movement of my finger, and clenched tightly around it.
“Even normally… ngh, I work hard at Kegel exercises… and other exercises, too….”
She replied breathlessly. Hearing that, I turned around and said,
“You heard her, right? If you work hard at Kegel exercises, you can develop a pussy as skilled as Teacher's at pleasing men.”
The female students' eyes sparkled with admiration at my words.
I turned my attention back to Iseol noona's pussy.
I didn't merely wiggle my finger; I pulled it out and pushed it back in, rummaging through the inside of her pussy more broadly and deeply.
-Squish, squish, squish
The wetter, more obscene sounds grew louder than before.
Perhaps because there was more vaginal lubrication, an arousing sound came from her pussy.
Iseol noona endured my fingers for over a minute, but at last, she seemed to reach her limit.
“I-I'm c-coming… Class president… Ngh…!”
Her waist arched wildly, and her buttocks trembled.
At the same time, hot vaginal lubrication spurted out like a fountain, spraying across the floor of the dais with a sharp splat.
Standing on tiptoe, noona trembled faintly in the lingering aftershocks of her climax.
Once I confirmed that she had climaxed, I gave her pussy a few brisk pats with my palm.
Perhaps my palm touched her clitoris, because she hiccupped and squeezed her legs together.
With a satisfied smile, I generously coated the devices I'd placed on the dais with noona's vaginal lubrication.
Then I inserted them into her still-trembling pussy and anus one after the other.
Once everything was over, noona leaned against the lectern and gasped heavily for a while as though exhausted.
“…Thank you.”
She thanked me for fingering her pussy.
If we'd been alone, she would've spoken informally instead of using honorifics. I found that a little disappointing.
After catching her breath, Iseol noona dragged one of the remaining chairs to the center of the dais.
Then she perched on it. But not in the ordinary way.
She spread her legs wide, positioning herself so that everyone could see both her pussy and anus.
“Now, look. When doing Kegel exercises, you have to tighten this exact area.”
I was momentarily left speechless by the sight.
The teacher who had just climaxed on my fingers was casually exposing her genitals in front of everyone while conducting the lesson.
And the women accepted it as perfectly natural, listening intently to her explanation with serious expressions.
I was shocked by this world all over again.
Following Iseol noona's demonstration, every woman in the class began tightening the muscles in her pussy and anus.
Different feedback alerts chimed from each smartphone connected to a smart Kegel device.
Noona corrected each student's posture one by one and led the class passionately.
I got bored doing nothing, so I took a seat and followed along with the Kegel exercises.
It wasn't an exercise that could hurt a man, either.
“This Kegel exercise will be on a test later, so practice hard, everyone.”
After spending such a hectic morning, the bell announcing lunchtime rang before I knew it.
The long, arousing sex-education session was over.
The student cafeteria was in a building some distance from the main building where sex education was held.
Even while we were walking, countless women hovered around me at a distance that wasn't intrusive.
I didn't mind their attention, either. Whether it was notes or whatever, it felt good to receive attention from women.
The cafeteria was as vast as a massive hall.
Countless female students were eating amid a low buzz of conversation, and the occasional man could be seen among them.
There were about four men. Since possessing this body, this was the first time I'd seen so many men in one place, and it felt strange.
They all looked ordinary or perhaps slightly above average.
Yet countless female students surrounded them like worker bees following a queen bee.
The same was true for me. By then, Chaerin and Subin had taken seats on either side of me, while Yeji sat across from me.
The area around us was filled with female students from our class.
The academy also served food very differently to men and women.
While the female students stood in long lines to receive their meals, the men only had to sit still in their seats.
A short while later, the cafeteria staff respectfully laid out sumptuous feasts on the men's tables.
A large quantity of food was placed in front of me, too.
The main dishes were steak sizzling on a hot iron plate, grilled freshwater eel coated in a sweet-and-salty sauce, and abalone-innards porridge in a rich broth.
There were also fresh steamed oysters said to have just arrived from Tongyeong, asparagus wrapped in bacon, fragrant garlic-butter-roasted dishes, and deep-red bokbunja juice.
It was truly a meal designed to bolster a man's virility.
The woman who had explained every dish in detail like a server at a high-end restaurant bowed politely.
“If there's anything you'd like, please let me know anytime. We'll prepare it right away.”
Her words made me realize once again what a good world this was for men.
As the feast was laid out, all the surrounding female students' gazes turned toward me.
“Wow… The men's meal is a real emperor's table.”
Yeji, sitting across from me, said it admiringly.
Her voice held nothing but pure admiration, without the slightest trace of envy.
I shrugged and answered,
“It's fascinating. I've never seen anything like it before, either.”
“Oh, right—thanks so much for putting in the device earlier.”
Yeji thanked me. Her bright, easygoing smile was pleasant to see.
“I'm glad I could help.”
“It wasn't just helpful! Thanks to you, class president, I've had an amazing day.”
Yeji briefly explained how good she'd felt thanks to my help. The other women sitting nearby chimed in.
“Exactly! It wasn't just Yeji; all of us felt the same.”
It was the intellectual-looking female student with glasses—the one who had earlier asked me to put it in deeper. What was her name again?
“Your touch, class president, was seriously something. How do you know exactly where women feel good?“
At the question from the nameless woman sitting two seats away, I was momentarily left speechless. I'd only fingered her, after all.
“I just… figured it out as I went.”
At my clumsy answer, the women burst into giggles. There was affection in their laughter.
“Men really are different. You know exactly how to touch us, and it feels so much better than when we do it ourselves. Men just know.”
“That's why we have to submit to men.”
Their conversation naturally turned into praise for me and glorification of men.
“But Sihyeok, you were really cool when you touched Teacher's pussy earlier.”
The short, cute girl said shyly, her face flushing.
“Right? You were so bold. I don't think I'll ever forget that. Who would've thought Teacher would… squirt like that in front of us?”
“Honestly, it was kind of hot seeing Teacher feel so good.”
“Hey, you think you're the only one?”
The women whispered among themselves, unable to contain their excitement.
I was always at the center of those conversations. They revered me simply because I was a man.
Chaerin, who had been quietly eating beside me, suddenly cut in.
“Hey, stop talking about things like that while we're eating. Sihyeok needs to eat, too.”
“Ah, sorry, class president.”
“We were talking too much.”
Thanks to Chaerin reining them in, I was able to enjoy my food before it got cold.
Once I'd eaten my fill, I found everyone waiting for me.
We were about to head back to class when I suddenly became curious and asked a question.
“What majors did you all choose?”
The women answered quickly, one after another.
“Men's psychology. I want to become a wife who understands her husband's heart better than anyone.”
“Practical pleasure! My goal is to get high practical scores and become a pleasure-type wife.”
“Economics. I want to make lots of money for my husband.”
Their faces were filled with hope as they talked about their different dreams and goals.
It felt strange that the final destination of all those dreams was ultimately becoming one man's wife.
Since there was still time left in the lunch break, I answered the women's remarks one by one without finding the conversation bothersome.
When I treated them in a friendly manner, they couldn't hide their joy.
Female students from other classes who saw a man like me talking with them glanced at our table with envy in their eyes.
We finished our meal in a pleasant atmosphere, and by the time we returned to class, lunch break had already ended.
Our major classes would begin that afternoon.