Health Teacher, You Were Masturbating?

The bell announcing the afternoon classes rang when lunch break ended.

The female university students who had been with me rose from their seats with disappointed looks.

“Ah, it’s already over.”

“I wanted to talk with the class president a little longer.”

“I know. It would’ve been nice if we could attend afternoon classes together, too.”

They each voiced their regret before scattering and heading to their respective major classrooms.

Chaerin and Subin, who had always stayed by my side, also left to attend their major classes.

Just like that, I was left all alone in the classroom.

At the academy, men were required to either take a shuttle reserved for male students after classes ended or go home accompanied by at least one woman.

Apparently, the rule had been created because so many women couldn’t restrain their sexual desires and attacked men despite the government’s thorough indoctrination.

Yet there was still a long time before the women’s classes ended.

Even if I took the shuttle home, I would obviously be bored all by myself.

In the end, I decided to wait until Chaerin and Subin finished and began wandering around the academy campus to kill time.

The academy was a far larger and more systematically organized place than I had imagined.

Leaving the classroom, I found well-tended lawns, lush tree-lined paths, and stately European-style stone buildings stretching endlessly before me.

Between the buildings, pretty gardens and benches were scattered throughout for the university students to relax in.

On the broad athletic field, the female university students on the soccer team were sweating as they played.

But what I was seeing was quite different from the soccer I knew.

Though they were supposedly uniforms, the female players wore tops that were practically bikinis and hot pants so short that their butt cracks were fully visible.

I had never been particularly interested in soccer.

But the players’ outfits were uniformly vulgar, and they were all beautiful with incredible figures, so I couldn’t take my eyes off them.

A familiar figure caught my eye on the track beside it. When I looked more closely, I realized it was Yeji.

Her outfit was just as far from ordinary.

A thin white sports bra clung to her body, its fabric turned translucent by sweat, while blue bloomers hugged her so tightly that they showed a pronounced cameltoe.

Every time she took a step, her firm buttocks swayed enticingly from side to side.

Her back and thighs glistened with sweat, and her breasts rose and fell with her labored breaths.

Her ponytail fluttering in the breeze and her focused profile made her look both healthy and sexy.

At the sight, I involuntarily opened my mouth in admiration.

Yeji was merely running, but the lewd, bikini-like uniform and her voluptuous figure made me incredibly horny.

Honestly, if Yeji asked me to have sex, I felt like I’d just do it, embarrassment be damned.

I was once again reminded how weak I was in the face of sexual desire.

Afraid my erection wouldn’t go down if I stayed there, I hurriedly looked away and continued walking.

Beside it stood a massive indoor gymnasium and a swimming pool shaped like a glass dome.

The sight of the female university students on the swim team visible through the pool’s glass was shocking. Their outfits were so revealing that I wondered whether they could even be called swimsuits.

The women in bikini-like swimsuits could at least be considered the better-dressed ones.

A swimsuit consisting of nothing but nipple patches barely covering their nipples and panties a handspan wide, leaving the outline of their pubic hair fully visible, shocked me all over again.

One nameless female university student wearing that swimsuit even had such large breasts that they jiggled every time she surfaced.

The design was intended solely to attract men’s attention, rather than to reduce water resistance or serve any other practical function.

I kept moving, marveling at the women’s lewd clothes and the sprawling campus.

Only after walking for a long time did I finally complete a circuit of the campus. The title ‘university’ was hardly an exaggeration for the academy.

As I toured the campus, my feet eventually stopped in front of a familiar building.

It was a building containing the health office and the men’s sexual-relief rooms.

The memory of taking my homeroom teacher Iseol noona’s virginity in that very relief room yesterday came back to me, and I felt my cock twitch.

I entered the health office. I didn’t have any particular reason to be there.

I was simply bored, and I had the idle thought that, if I was lucky, I might even get a snack from the pretty health teacher.

The inside of the health office was deathly quiet. A few sheets of paper sat alone on the desk, and no one was there.

No—more precisely, one of several soundproof booths farther inside the health office—a room where female university students masturbated—had its door firmly shut.

The booths had no locks; instead, the opaque glass allowed anyone to see who was inside.

When I focused on the glass, I saw a blurry shadow lying on the bed and writhing.

‘Who could it be?’

Drawn by curiosity, I cautiously approached the soundproof booth.

“Hngh, haa….”

A very faint woman’s moan and the sound of something wet rubbing against something else seeped out from inside.

My heart began pounding violently at the thought that a woman was masturbating right on the other side of the door.

The thought of going straight into the room crossed my mind. Of course, I shouldn’t have….

‘Wait. Come to think of it, why shouldn’t I actually go in?’

It was something I could never have imagined in my previous life.

If I had barged into a room where a woman was masturbating, I would have been branded a sex offender immediately and socially ostracized.

But this place was different. Men were beings who had to be protected.

Women existed to satisfy men’s desires.

The things Iseol noona had passionately explained during the morning class came vividly back to me.

Because men were humanity’s hope for survival, even their trivial desires had to be respected.

A woman showing her body to a man was not shameful but glorious.

That was why men were simply let off unless they committed a truly serious crime.

Entering a room where a woman was masturbating? That much wasn’t even a crime. If anything, the woman caught masturbating ought to be grateful.

The laws and common sense of this world mocked the moral shackles inside me and tore them open.

For a moment, the anxiety that had risen along with the note I found yesterday reared its head again.

I had promised myself to resist lewd temptations and keep a low profile.

That cool-headed resolve was utterly powerless against my surging sexual desire and my curiosity about the masturbation taking place beyond the thin door.

The front of my pants had already swollen as if it were about to burst, to the point that it was painful.

‘I’ll take a quick peek, apologize immediately, and leave. That should be fine.’

Making excuses to myself, I cautiously opened the door.

And a scene beyond anything I had imagined unfolded before my eyes.

On the bed inside, the health teacher was masturbating furiously with her legs spread wide, her white gown hanging open.

“Hah, hngh…! Ah, mmm…!”

With her eyes closed, she frantically rubbed her pussy with fingers slick with her own vaginal lubrication.

Her full breasts were exposed through the open gown, and her pink nipples were already hard with arousal.

She hadn’t noticed me at all and was completely absorbed in her pleasure.

Whenever her fingers brushed her clitoris, her back arched, and moans burst out along with hot breaths through her parted lips.

Her hair was matted with sweat, showing how long she had been masturbating.

After masturbating intently for a while, she opened her eyes slightly, spotted me, and jumped in surprise.

“Wh-who are you?! Couldn’t you see there was someone in here…!”

Her voice was furious at first, but the moment she realized that the person standing at the door was me, it immediately softened.

The anger vanished without a trace, leaving only extreme embarrassment and shame on her face.

“M-Mr. Sihyeok? What brings you here….”

I reflexively blurted out the excuse I had prepared.

“Ah, I’m sorry. I came in without realizing someone was inside.”

But my gaze had no interest in her words.

My eyes were fixed solely on her hurriedly closing her gown and trying to put on her panties.

Her pubic hair was damp with vaginal lubrication, black stockings climbed perilously high up her thighs, and her pale, soft flesh trembled faintly in the aftermath of pleasure.

The first time I had ever witnessed a woman masturbating firsthand was far lewder and more stimulating than I had imagined.

My erect cock pushed the front of my pants taut.

I learned from the name tag I had just seen that the health teacher’s name was Lee Seoyeon.

She had a conventionally pretty face and a voluptuous figure. I became so aroused that I could no longer stand it.

“I’m… really sorry you had to see me like that.”

Seoyeon put on her panties and rose from the bed, trying somehow to escape the situation.

But when she saw me blocking the doorway and refusing to move aside, she stopped short.

Seoyeon’s gaze unconsciously fell toward my cock.

A huge bulge thrust upward. Anyone could see that it was perfectly erect.

-Gulp.

I heard Seoyeon swallow dryly.

She hesitated for a moment, then mustered her courage and asked me,

“Do you need sexual relief?”