Training Hayeon’s Pussy

The person who emerged from the classroom was Student Council President Choi Seoa.

Her presence was quite different from the overwhelming figure I had seen standing on the stage during the freshmen’s oath ceremony.

Back then, she had tied her hair neatly, but now her glossy golden-brown hair hung long and loose.

Her glossy hair fluttered softly with her movements, while her asymmetrical bangs partly covered one eye, adding to her mysterious air.

She wore a loose-fitting sky-blue blouse that concealed her body’s lines and a long navy skirt that fell to her ankles.

The only exposed parts were her wrists, ankles, and slender neckline, but that restrained style instead emphasized her aristocratic air.

“Huh, what is this now?”

She looked back and forth between Hayeon, standing naked in the middle of the hallway, and me, with my hand resting on Hayeon’s buttocks.

At first, she merely knit her brows.

But soon, perhaps having grasped the situation, a cold sneer appeared at the corner of her mouth...