1.5

She tried to ignore the presence of the throbbing veins and coarse hairs, as well as the way the organ seemed to grow even larger inside her mouth.  

‘It’s too big. My jaw hurts.’  

She didn’t know how long she would need to keep it there, but it seemed best to finish quickly.  

Sluurp—  

‘Is this how I do it?’  

Though inexperienced, she had some basic knowledge.  

Theoretically, if she kept stimulating him, he would eventually ej*culate. So, she thought, she just needed to keep sucking like this.  

As Delia tightened her lips and sucked a few times, a low groan escaped from Kartan.  

“Ugh.”  

“Haa…”  

He was so satisfied that he couldn’t help but chuckle.  

The sight of Delia Acremen, sucking on Kartan Roxen’s manhood, was unbelievably arousing.  

The wet warmth of her mouth enveloping him sent shivers down his spine.  

It felt so good that he almost regretted the thought of finishing too quickly. Kartan wanted to savor this moment for as long as possible.  

Sluurp— Sluurp—  

Delia continued to suck on the shaft, pretending not to notice Kartan’s gaze as he openly stared down at her.  

She just wanted this to end quickly.  

But instead of nearing its end, the organ seemed to grow even hotter, filling her with unease. 

‘What was that just now?’  

And then…  

She felt something wet trickling into her throat.  

It didn’t seem like he had cl*maxed yet, so what was this…?  

She wanted to dismiss it as nothing, but it made her anxious.  

No matter how she thought about it, Delia judged that it would be best to stimulate him as quickly as possible to bring this to an end.  

“Ugh, mm…”  

Her jaw, stretched wide, began to ache slightly, but she couldn’t afford to stop midway.  

She knew all too well that the longer she stayed like this, the longer the situation would drag on, so Delia endured and kept moving her head.  

Kartan’s shaft grew damp, coated in Delia’s saliva.  

“Ha, feels good.”  

His languid voice filled the empty classroom.  

It was at that moment.  

Perhaps because it was difficult for Delia to continue accommodating his large member, her lips lost their grip, and her teeth grazed against it.  

“Urgh.”  

A short groan escaped Kartan’s lips.  

The tender flesh brushing against her teeth naturally elicited the reaction.  

Startled, Delia stopped her movements.  

Instinctively, she lifted her gaze and met his eyes.  

As expected, Kartan was looking down at her.  

His low warning reached her ears.  

“You shouldn’t hurt me, Delia.”  

Although those were his words, Kartan found even this sight satisfying.  

Perhaps it was because her clumsy, inexperienced actions reassured him that he was the first to claim her.  

“Mm… ugh…”  

Squelch, slurp— 

After the brief pause, Delia resumed her movements.  

This time, she was more cautious in her attempts to stimulate him.  

She couldn’t afford to make the same mistake as before by going too fast.  

‘This feels a little awkward.’  

Naturally, the stimulation was less intense than before.  

A look of dissatisfaction crossed Kartan’s face.  

It was only natural that he desired greater stimulation—for both himself and her.  

There was no hesitation in his actions.  

Kartan rose from his seat and grabbed Delia by the back of her head.  

Though he didn’t grip her roughly, Delia’s movements froze at the unexpected action.  

“Ugh, let go…!”  

Delia tried to protest, but Kartan silenced her words with a thrust of his hips.  

As he pushed in deeply, Delia’s head was thrown back, leaving her no time to resist.  

The thick, rigid flesh moved roughly in and out of her mouth.  

“Mm, ugh…!”  

Her protests were completely drowned out.  

The enormous shaft filled her mouth at a rapid pace, leaving her no room to speak.  

“Haah, this feels good, damn!”  

Seeing Delia’s panicked expression as her face moved in rhythm with his thrusts only heightened Kartan’s excitement.  

He felt as though he might release at any moment.  

It was a shame—he wanted to enjoy this moment a little longer.  

But he was at his limit.  

“Mm, mmph!”  

As his movements became faster, Delia no longer needed to move her head on her own.  

Her head swayed along with his motions, leaving her vision spinning.  

The hot, swollen tip pressing against the back of her throat was almost unbearable.  

‘When will this end…!’  

For Delia, it was a different kind of limit.  

Her lips felt as though they might tear apart, and she couldn’t endure much longer.  

It was then—  

“Urgh!”  

In one swift motion, the shaft withdrew from her mouth, from base to tip, and sticky, white liquid sprayed everywhere.  

The majority of it landed on Delia’s face.  

The sudden sensation of something hot splattering on her face caused Delia to instinctively grimace and close her eyes.  

To make matters worse, the saliva-coated shaft brushed against her cheek for several seconds.  

It was undoubtedly intentional.  

Kartan looked down at Delia, her face smeared with the thick, milky liquid, and muttered,  

“You look good like that.”  

The sight of her face, marked by his essence, was quite a spectacle.  

No, it was beyond words.  

If he stared any longer, he felt he might get aroused again.  

And if that happened, he might demand another round under some pretext.  

‘Not yet.’  

If he pushed too hard, she might run away.  

He had no intention of being greedy today.  

“I’ll keep my promise.”  

His voice was that of a predator satisfied with its meal.  

Kartan wiped himself off with some tissues that had been lying nearby and dressed himself.  

The exhilaration that had been on his face during his release had completely vanished, leaving him looking as composed as ever.  

In contrast, Delia was still struggling to catch her breath, her exhaustion evident.  

A white handkerchief from Kartan’s pocket was placed in front of her.  

It was clearly meant for her to clean herself, but no words were exchanged between them.  

Kartan turned and left the classroom without hesitation, leaving her with a parting remark.  

“Look forward to it—when you take first place.”  

With a click, the classroom door shut, leaving Delia completely alone.  

Only then did Delia begin to regain her senses.  

‘I’ve become… Kartan Roxen’s…’  

Ugh.  

The memory of what had just happened made her feel nauseous.  

It wasn’t because she found him disgusting or because the act itself had been repulsive.  

It was the overwhelming disgust she felt toward herself—for stooping so low, all for the sake of being first.  

‘What have I done…?’  

She might have been bewitched. Or perhaps all of this was just a dream?  

Even though the white liquid dripping down her face served as undeniable proof of what had just happened, it didn’t feel real.  

And so, Delia remained in place for a long time, unable to stand.  

* * *

Kartan couldn’t stop the satisfied smirk from curling his lips.  

Just imagining Delia’s face from earlier—when she had been forced to take him—made him feel a stirring below once again.  

Delia Acremen. How many times had he fantasized about this moment—about having her under his control?  

‘My brother has no idea, does he?’  

That it was Kartan who had defiled Delia Acremen first.  

That alone made it worth ruining her in Kartan’s eyes.  

Delia, acting exactly as he commanded.  

An indescribable thrill surged within him.  

In this world, the one thing he could never have—the one thing that belonged to his brother—was now his to ruin.  

The act of breaking her first was the pinnacle of excitement and pleasure in Kartan’s life.  

What would my brother think if he saw Delia’s face, smeared with my essence?  

If he knew that I was the first man to claim her body?  

Just the thought of it made Kartan’s grin grow wider, sending a shiver of delight through him.  

Or perhaps he could show his brother a vivid image of Delia Acremen writhing beneath him, overwhelmed by pleasure.  

Wouldn’t it be even more satisfying to make her body so accustomed to me that she couldn’t escape?  

Walking down the empty hallway, Kartan found himself already aroused again, his body responding to his dark fantasies.  

If Delia really did take first place in next week’s exam…  

‘She’ll never escape me.’