Chapter 33
Classes continued even after I ejaculated. But the atmosphere in the classroom had changed completely.
The female university students serviced my cock with gazes far more desperate and heated than before.
Someone brought up the common knowledge of this world that a man who had ejaculated once needed to rest, but I refused.
My virile cock could still ejaculate several more times.
By the time the lunch bell rang, we hadn't even completed half the practical training.
“What should we do…? It's lunchtime….”
When a female university student who hadn't yet had a chance to practice giving a blowjob spoke in a regretful voice, the other women began to grow agitated as well.
They looked unwilling to miss this golden opportunity, even if it meant going without food.
And understandably so: for them, the chance to directly see and touch a living man's cock—and even put it in their mouths—was a first in their lives.
Even the women who had already finished their practical training stayed in place because they wanted to look at my cock a little longer.
As I received their heated gazes, I said,
“It's fine. We can eat lunch a little late. Keep going.”
With my permission, almost everyone let out a cheer.
As our secret practical class continued, female university students from other classes happened to witness the scene in our classroom as they passed through the hallway.
The shocking sight of one man sitting on the platform with his cock exposed, while countless female university students waited to suck it.
The rumor spread in an instant. Before long, the windows of our classroom were crammed with female university students from other classes. A few upperclassmen and teachers could be seen here and there as well.
They watched the scene unfolding inside the classroom in silence, their eyes filled with a mixture of envy and jealousy.
With all the women clinging to the windows staring at me, I stroked the head of the woman whose name I'd already forgotten as she sucked my cock.
Along with the embarrassment of everyone staring at my cock, confidence filled every inch of my body.
By the time everyone's practical training was over, lunch had long since passed, and we barely managed to reach the cafeteria.
Naturally, Chaerin and Subin took the seats on either side of me, while Yeji sat in front of me.
Around us sat Lee Yuna, the gyaru who had been especially good at glans blowjobs earlier, and Lee Nari, who had ranked first at blowjobs.
While the other female university students ate the cafeteria meal, I cut into my special dishes: grilled eel and steak.
Then my eyes happened to fall on the pink sausage Subin was eating. Even though I was eating expensive food like steak, I strangely wanted to try a bite of the pink sausage as well.
“Sihyeok, say ah.”
Noticing that I was looking at the pink sausage, Subin speared it with her fork and held it to my mouth.
Her face was filled with pure kindness.
“Thanks. Then I'll just have a bite.”
“Don't you want some pork cutlet?”
The moment I took a bite of the pink sausage, Chaerin held out a piece of her own pork cutlet from the other side.
Chaerin's action seemed to say that she wouldn't lose, and Subin's brows furrowed slightly. I chuckled softly as I fended off the food offensive coming from both sides.
That was when it happened. In the quiet cafeteria, a commotion began to swell in the distance like a wave.
When I looked toward the source of the women's gazes, I saw a group of men approaching our table.
There were three of them.
Since entering this academy, it was the first time I'd seen more than one man together. But their expressions seemed somewhat stiff.
Could they have come to pick a fight because I'd been acting too conspicuously?
Maybe, from their perspective, my work as a practical model today had made me look too much like a ‘slut.’
I slightly furrowed my brow so they wouldn't underestimate me.
The ordinary-looking man at the front stopped in front of me.
“You're Kim Sihyeok, a first-year, right?”
“So what?”
I answered as calmly as possible. But when I looked more closely, I couldn't detect any hostility in his eyes.
On the contrary, his eyes held an emotion that looked almost like respect, which left me confused.
“Nice to meet you. I'm Lee Junseo, a second-year. These are Kang Taemin and Park Jihoon.”
After introducing himself and his companions, Lee Junseo held out his right hand to me. I shook it, still bewildered.
Had my prediction that they'd come to pick a fight been wrong?
“I heard about you from my third wife today. She told me that during this morning's oral-service-technique practice, you volunteered to be the model for every female university student in your class.”
“Ah… It's not that big a deal.”
“Not a big deal? That's an incredible spirit of sacrifice.”
The man beside him, Kang Taemin, laughed and chimed in.
“Exactly. Ordinary men like us couldn't even imagine doing something like that.”
Another man beside him cut in and continued.
“To willingly offer your body for the sake of women… I was moved by your noble sense of mission.”
A sense of mission? A spirit of sacrifice? I couldn't relate to the words they were using.
I'd simply enjoyed the beautiful women in front of me to my heart's content, for pleasure.
Lee Junseo sighed and spoke, unaware of what I was thinking.
“As you know, we men have a duty to support this country. Getting women pregnant and maintaining the population is our most important mission.”
He paused for a moment, looked around, and spoke in a low voice.
“But to be honest… sex isn't all that enjoyable, is it?”
I was at a loss for words. I'd heard that the men here didn't like sex, but hearing it directly from one of them was still hard to believe.
“Sometimes our semen builds up or we become sexually aroused and receive sexual relief, but that's nothing more than an act of excretion for the sake of our health, isn't it?”
“But I heard that you endured that dull, exhausting process all day solely to improve the skills of the academy's female university students. You're a true man.”
The men of this world lived by forcing themselves to have sex they didn't want.
To them, sex wasn't pleasure but responsibility and duty.
Women weren't the only ones brainwashed into building large families and having lots of children. Men had been indoctrinated in their own way as well.
That a man had to father children for humanity and the nation, even if he didn't want to.
“Let's be friends from now on. Here's my contact information.”
Lee Junseo patted me on the shoulder a couple of times, then left with his companions. I stared blankly at their backs.
I felt strange at how utterly different they were from me.
* * *
Before afternoon classes began, I gave the female university students detailed feedback on their glans blowjobs.
Perhaps because I'd even earned the men's respect, I was able to do it with an even more relaxed air.
“Relax the tip of your tongue a little more. The tickling sensation isn't quite enough.”
“Good. That look in your eyes makes you look as though you're about to devour a man whole.”
My detailed and lewd feedback led to the extraordinary sight of the women sticking out their tongues and practicing in the air.
I smiled with satisfaction at the funny yet lewd spectacle.
The women stayed in the classroom throughout the rest of lunch, devoting themselves to tongue exercises like mad. The classroom was filled with cherry stems and tongue-exercise tools.
When afternoon classes began, all the women left to attend their major courses.
I decided to take a walk around the academy campus alone.
Lee Junseo had told me there was a lounge where the men could play billiards or games together, but I wasn't particularly interested.
I felt like I'd get tired listening to them go on about their noble sense of mission in the same space.
The world of those men who had no sexual desire and kept women at a distance felt utterly unfamiliar and distasteful to me.
I was walking across the well-manicured campus lawn when it happened.
I spotted a man and woman walking toward me in the distance.
The man had an unremarkable face and was neatly dressed in a suit, while the woman…
“Wow.”
She was astonishingly beautiful.
She wore a classical outfit with an underboob cut that seemed to be a modified hanbok, along with jet-black hair, brown eyes, and a lively-looking expression.
She quietly fanned him as she walked beside him. For a moment, I wondered why she was fanning him when it wasn't even hot, but I assumed it was simply some kind of fashion-related service.
Just then, a female university student walked toward them from the opposite direction. The man casually gave the passing student a once-over, then snatched the bitch student ID card hanging from her neck.
“Oh, you used a photo of your breasts? Are they really this big in person?”
Rather than taking offense at the man's question, the female university student answered with a face full of joy and anticipation.
“Y-yes! I'm confident! I'm a G cup!”
“Really? Then can you give me some sexual relief right now? With a titjob.”
“Yes! Of course! It would be an honor!”
The female university student nodded with an ecstatic expression, as though she'd won the lottery.
Even as the woman at the man's side watched the scene, her expression didn't change in the slightest. She merely continued to fan him elegantly.
The man nodded in satisfaction, then led both women toward a nearby men's sexual-relief room.
I forgot to keep walking as I watched him fondle both women's breasts along the way.
I stared blankly at the scene. Everything about it was so utterly unreal.
A man checking the breast size of a woman he fancied while passing by, then immediately demanding sexual relief. A woman considering it the greatest honor imaginable. Another woman acting as though jealousy didn't even exist.
This bizarre scene made the word ‘possession’ come to mind once again.
The contents of that scrap of paper I'd been deliberately ignoring resurfaced in my mind.