Did I lose consciousness...?

Half asleep, I rubbed my eyes and got up from the bed.

The days I had sex with Mr. Ghost, I often passed out, so this was a familiar scenario by now.

I massaged my slightly throbbing head with my right hand and looked around.

Outside the window, it had gotten much darker than the last time I checked, and the room had a chilly vibe, probably because of the soaked bed.

I checked my body condition; it felt fresh and clean, probably Mr. Ghost had washed me while I was asleep.

Curiously, I reached down there but no white fluid came out.

"Ouch..."

Pulling out my finger, I felt pain because I accidentally hit the vaginal walls.

Mr. Ghost's cock is so big that if I don't rest enough after doing it, such incidents happen quite often.

'Today's cock... was freaking huge.'

From head to toe, he appeared slightly blue and translucent.

His cock was also translucent, but it was clear enough to recognize its shape.

A huge, thick shaft and a brutal glans that seemed like it could scrape off all the flesh down there.

Today was a special day, having seen him in his true form, so I decided to write about what happened.

I rummaged through my desk drawer, picked up an old diary I had abandoned, and took out a pen.

XXXX year XX month XX day.

A few days ago, my boyfriend called to hang out over the weekend.

We haven't hung out a while, so I wanted to meet for a date, but midterms were right around the corner, so I declined.

Then he asked if a study date would work, and after thinking for a bit, I agreed.

As time passed, today, as promised, my boyfriend came, and we sat side by side in my studio apartment and started studying.

Initially, it seemed like he was studying hard, but as expected... his hand slowly crept towards my chest.

He gently wrapped his arm around my waist, above my hips.

Squeezing and kneading.

It was just the chest, so I let it slide for a while, but then he began caressing my thigh.

If I let this go on, it would definitely lead to sex, so I lightly brushed his hand away and said.

"Look, we have a lot to study, and I'm really not in the mood today... Let's do it after the exams."

I gently turned him down, but his hand lingered regretfully, so I spoke more firmly.

"I agreed to a study date because I wanted to see you, not for this today. Please, take your hand off."

He looked crushed, but I ignored it and picked up my pen again.

Honestly, if it were before, I might have gone along with it, not resisting the mood.

It's not like I hated sexy stuff, and I used to get all fired up when my boyfriend initiated.

But lately, something's off.

I've grown tired of washing up before and after sex, and for various other reasons, but the main reason is realizing that I no longer enjoy sex with my boyfriend that much.

'It all started after I met Mr. Ghost...'

It's not that I dislike my boyfriend.

Aside from sex, he's almost like a perfect, ideal man.

But by my standards, sex accounts for half of a romantic relationship, so my priorities have become very ambiguous.

Sex with Mr. Ghost feels like it totally relieves my stress.

The naughty words and perverted acts I could never do with my boyfriend.

The sticky sex that purely seeks pleasure, surrendering to raw instincts.

In front of Mr. Ghost, I can act however my heart desires, truly freeing myself.

If I did this with my boyfriend?

He might smile and accept it upfront, but he'd probably think less of me. That scared me.

In that sense, Mr. Ghost is someone who would accept whatever I do and even encourages more perverted acts.

I am grateful to Mr. Ghost for teaching me this kind of pleasure.

Scratch, scratch...

I scribbled around for an hour, but all I ended up writing about were Mr. Ghost's good points.

Truthfully, there wasn't much content to write.

After I rejected the act, the atmosphere became awkward, and the only thing that happened was Mr. Ghost coming over secretly and enjoying himself.

"Haah... I don't know... Is this right..?"

It was a confusing evening.

=====

The day before midterms.

This time every year, I seriously regret coming to the engineering department.

Someone once said:

"Isn't it nice that when you memorize formulas and hit the calculator, the answer comes out exactly right?"

Fuck, I can't memorize that formula.

I dropped the pen I was holding and stretched out.

"Ugh...the problems won’t solve themselves and the coverage is fucking huge..."

To relieve this stress, I looked around and spotted an onahole.

Should I just jerk off now?

"No, no, the others must be studying too. It'd be rude to disturb them."

My rational mind stopped me.

Then my cock stood erect, making a strong case.

"Who cares about others' studies? It's more important to jerk off quickly and get back to my own studies."

No need to think further; my cock won.

I immediately brought the large onahole to my desk.

As I touched it, imagining Shin Ah-young, the background of the school library appeared.

Because it was the day before midterms, the reading room was packed with people except for two seats.

Even the empty seats were isolated, and I realized why when I saw Shin Ah-young diligently studying with headphones on.

She looked comfortably dressed in a gym set and slippers, her hair tied in a ponytail because it was bothering her.

Normally, her long hair hid it, but now her perfectly white nape and slightly exposed shoulder line were visible.

If a guy sat next to her, I'd bet my whole fortune he wouldn’t be able to study at all.

He'd better study in a PC room, studying next to Shin Ah-young would be impossible.

A full erection is a given.

If a girl sat next to her, she might run to the library roof, blaming her own unattractive appearance.

Probably.

Anyway, thanks to her stunning appearance, it's easier to get naughty.

I crossed my arms behind the large onahole, touching its chest.

Startled!

She jerked her shoulders up by 10cm in surprise.

Shin Ah-young turned her head back to see that no one was there, sighed softly, and then wrote something on a piece of paper.

[I have a big exam tomorrow, so please hold off today.]

I have a big exam too.

I tapped my finger for the pen, and she seemed to understand, placing it on the desk.

I tried writing and it worked with just a light force.

[Just once.]

[No, I really need to study a lot.]

[Then just the chest.]

I negotiated further, writing down like a comment thread.

She hesitated for a moment but gave an ok sign for the chest.

[But only a little.]

With permission, I happily rubbed her chest.

Touching the soft, bouncy breasts made my study stress fly away.

While playing with her nipples and occasionally hearing her hot breath leak, a fun prank popped into my mind.

Inserting my hand vertically between her cleavage and slapping it around.

I squeezed my hand into the narrow gap and moved it.

Slap slap slap slap slap slap!

The sound echoed in the quiet reading room.

Along with it, her giant breasts swayed greatly from side to side, clearly visible even through her clothes.

Shin Ah-young wrapped her arms around her chest in embarrassment.

[What are you doing? Everyone will stare!!]

Seems like the people in the next seats already saw?

Their eyes were glued only to Shin Ah-young's chest.

Seeing her breasts sway for the first time?

I stopped my hand and wrote again.

[Sorry, I won't do it again. Just let me use your pussy once, and I'll really stop after.]

[...If I let you do it once, you have to stop, promise?]

She agreed, her face turning red as if she had no choice.

I applied lube to the entrance and then lifted the large onahole into position as if it was sitting on me.

"Uhh..."

She covered her mouth with her left hand to suppress her moans.

At the same time, she studied hard with her right hand, making me wonder if this is what a model student really looks like.

I inserted it to the base and moved slowly up and down.

Because her legs were closed, her pussy felt much tighter than usual.

Seeing Shin Ah-young solving problems with my cock inside made me want to torment her more.

I stopped moving and just stayed still.

Continuously contacting her cervix, I occasionally applied pressure to jiggle it.

Like a chair, I took my hands off and played with my phone.

After a while,

Since I wasn't moving, Shin Ah-young wrote.

[Hurry up and finish...]

Pretending not to see, I stayed still and her pussy clung tighter to my cock than when I first inserted it.

As if they were originally one, from the glans to the base, it clung tightly without any gaps.

"Uuh...ugh...haa...♡"

Now Shin Ah-young seemed desperate, and the sounds escaping her mouth turned sultry.

She clenched and relaxed her pussy, tasting the cock, and started to grind herself a little.

After about 10 minutes, she gave up.

[I lost... please finish quickly and leave my pussy..]

Her eyes slightly glazed, she opened her mouth and a drop of saliva fell on the desk.

The saliva spread the ink, but she didn't think to wipe it off and moved the pen again.

[Hurry... punish my pussy that lost to your cock...]

Shin Ah-young, torturing herself a little, would soon ask to be fucked.

She was really easy to understand.

Having seen her cute side, I got ready to move again.

I wrapped my arms around her waist and rocked her up and down, rubbing against her pussy walls.

"Uh...hmm..♡ ugh♡ ugh...haa...♡"

She bit her lip and covered her mouth with her hand, trying to muffle the sounds, but couldn’t completely stop the moans from leaking out.

I looked around, wondering if anyone heard us, but people nearby were wearing earphones, seemingly oblivious.

Feeling it was safe to move more vigorously, I lifted until my cock was almost out of the onahole.

Shin Ah-young’s favorite move, rubbing the G-spot and pushing in deep in one go, a killer technique.

Though I hadn't used it many times, her pussy’s tightness clearly changed, as if she was close to climax.

Juices flowed and the pussy folds clung and scraped along my entire cock.

Keeping that position, the signal to finish came from Shin Ah-young first.

Trying not to make it obvious, she gripped the armrest of the chair as if to break it, then...

She went off.

"Kkhh...ugh...huh...♡ haah...♡"

I also came, feeling like I was wringing out my cock inside her squeezing pussy.

Even during climax, her pussy seemed to demand more semen, squeezing down to the urethra, which felt incredibly good.

After squeezing everything out, I pulled out my cock and continued writing.

[As promised, I came just once. Good luck studying!]