Stumbling out of the academic building, Quinn felt hollowed out, his mind haunted by the "agonizing" ordeal. The academy was nothing like its polished reputation. He couldn't stay here no matter what.
"No way, I can't keep going like this. Something bad's gonna happen," he muttered, bypassing the field and staggering toward the school gate.
Only one thought was in his mind: Get out, now.
At the security booth, the guards, who were bored and gossiping, perked up when one spotted movement. "Sisters, look! A naughty little runaway's coming our way!"
The other two guards eyed Quinn, smirking with a glint of hunger, a trickle of drool escaping their lips.
Quinn, oblivious to their scheming, trudged closer to the gate.
"Hey, little brother, where're you off to? Need your big sisters to take care of you?" A sultry voice could be heard as he neared the entrance.
He froze as electrified by the sound. Looking up, he saw three stunning women at the booth's doorway, their faces alight with suggestive smiles.
Dressed in black halter dresses, their curves strained against the fabric, long legs stretched casually. The one in the center beckoned him with a wave, as if summoning him closer.
Reality crashed back to him. He remembered the academy's rules: once enrolled, male students couldn't leave.
Regret hit hard, but he'd come too far to turn back. Besides, he refused to return to that hellish campus.
"Uh, I've got some business off-campus. Don't worry, I'll be right back. Oh, and, uh, Miss Bennie sent me," Quinn blurted, hoping her name might carry weight.
"Oh, is that so? Well, no need to stop you then," the center guard replied, sounding oddly agreeable. She even stepped aside, clearing a path.
Quinn blinked, stunned by how easy it seemed. Freedom loomed just ahead, almost within grasp.
He didn't hesitate, sprinting toward the gate.
Hee hee hee.
A chorus of giggles erupted behind him.
The sound melted his bones, his mind flooded with visions of those three women's seductive forms. He shook his head frantically, trying to dispel the illusion.
Thud.
He tripped, face-planting. But instead of hard ground, he landed on something soft, like a cushy waterbed.
Glancing down, he saw a translucent, teal-colored mass beneath him, jiggly like jelly. It held him fast, pinning him in place.
Thrashing uselessly, Quinn was carried by the jelly-like mass into the security booth.
The three women followed him in, their full hips swaying, breasts bouncing with each step. The last one shut the door behind them.
The jelly toyed with him, flipping him face-up with ease. It felt like warm water enveloping his body. A breeze brushed over him, and he realized his clothes had dissolved into the mass.
His skin, fused with the jelly, tingled warmly, as if countless playful hands teased every sensitive spot. His face flushed with shame.
"Little boys shouldn't lie."
Each word hit like a hammer, blanking Quinn's mind and sharpening his senses until his skin felt pleasure from hitting air alone.
Another woman reached out, her fingertips brushing his neck, trailing downward. They circled his nipples, flicking them lightly.
"No—please, stop—I'm sorry!" Quinn's body went limp, the teasing sparking a steady stream of pleasure that flooded his brain. He moaned despite himself.
The third woman, tossing her long hair, crouched by his hips. Her sultry eyes locked onto his as her fingers traced his core, nails grazing with a faint sting.
He squirmed, but the jelly held him fast, limiting him to feeble twitches.
"Bad students who try to sneak out without a dean's note need to be taught a lesson."
Then her lips closed around it, her tongue darting with deft precision.
The itch drove him to helpless groans. Pinned by the jelly, he couldn't stop their assault on his body.
The crouching woman giggled, kissing his tip with wet pop sounds.
Each kiss jolted him like a shock, his body trembling. His tip grew iron-hard.
"Time to punish the naughty boy."
Her mouth clamped around the base of his tip, her soft, slick tongue coating it entirely. She licked with patient care, like savoring a treat.
"Ngh!" The direct assault nearly broke Quinn. His fists clenched as he fought the urge to moan.
The remaining woman smiled faintly, leaning over his side. Her tongue circled his nipples as her hands kneaded her own curves, her moans filling the air.
"Plenty of time, little troublemaker," the voice at his ear was sultry and soul-melting.
Under her meticulous attention, Quinn couldn't hold out. Thick release erupted from his tip, flooding her mouth.
Gulp, gulp.
Quinn heard every swallow, clear as day.
Quinn felt like a grain caught in a mill, helpless as the siren's lush body ground against him, her curves twisting and bouncing with deliberate tease.
The jelly beneath him pulsed, alive, forcing his hands onto her massive, heaving breasts despite his resistance. Their slick, silken weight stole his breath, his mind drowning in raw lust. His fingers sank into the plump, creamy mounds, kneading them instinctively.
"Please, stop!"
It didn't matter. Thick, white release burst free again, flooding her pulsing depths. This time, it was a dam breaking; his rod spurting out white substances continuously.
Quinn's memories blurred from there. The other two vixens took their turns, riding him mercilessly. His cock plunged into their tight, dripping cores, one after another, erupting again and again until pleasure overwhelmed him.
As he slipped into darkness, the last thing he heard was, "Keep going, baby. I am still hungry. I'd let you fuck me forever."
When he woke, he lay on a plush bed in a stark room, its walls lined with transparent windows. Beyond them stood countless female students, all staring at him.
"Well, well, Quinn, didn't expect to see you so soon."
It was Director Bennie.
Quinn turned to the direction of her voice, only to find her naked. Her pale, flawless body made his cock twitch back to life.
"Lucky break, huh? No more classes for you. Just lie back. Senior girls will feed you mouth-to-mouth. Of course, you'll need to… give a little in return."
Her sharp eyes flicked to his erection. "Even after those guards drained you dry, you're still hard. Perfect. You're a premium supplier now."
Supplier? The word confused him, but before he could ask, the door swung open. Kylie, his roommate, barged in. "Director, he's mine! Let me taste him first!"
Bennie smirked, nodding without hesitation. "Easy, one at a time."
Quinn shivered. Countless girls waited outside. Did they all expect to fuck him, one by one?
"Roomie, I've always loved you." Kylie crawled closer. "Love your delicious flavor…."
Her smile contained endless hunger as she reached for him.
Chapter 11: Special Sit-Ups Left Quinn Unable to Straighten Up
"No slacking. You've got to keep those legs straight."
Kitsune said so as she circled to Quinn's front. Her smile was all honey as she bent low, her cool hands pressing his calves.
The icy touch soothed his fevered skin, and in that dazed moment, she flattened his bent legs completely.
His cock stood like a steel rod, straining against his pants, impossible to hide. Mortified, Quinn clapped both hands over his crotch and jerked his head aside to avoid her gaze.
"Oh, now, don't be so shy."
Kitsune's hands settled over his, making a shiver run through him.
Against his will, his grip loosened, leaving his throbbing erection bare to her scrutiny.
"Perfect. Time starts now."
With a slow sway, she planted her lush hips across his legs.
It seemed she seriously meant for him to do the sit-ups like this.
Quinn locked his hands behind his head, gritting his teeth as he crunched upward, one rep at a time.
Without distractions, his stamina could've carried him through three minutes, racking up as many as he pleased.
But Kitsune had no intention of making it easy.
As he sank back after a rep, her hands pounced, cupping his cock through his pants.
The soft pressure hit him like a shockwave. She stroked with deliberate care, her fingertips grazing the sensitive skin of his inner thighs. Sharp nails scraped lightly, leaving faint red trails that burned with a wicked itch.
A moan tore from his throat. His hands shot out, desperate to stop her.
But she countered with one finger, pinning his palm to the ground with unnatural strength. His other hand flailed uselessly in resistance.
"Don't you dare stop. Three minutes, and you've got to push through distractions."
Her teasing had already eaten half a minute. Two minutes remained.
If he didn't hit a decent count, another point would be docked.
Clenching his jaw, he forced himself to ignore the way her hands worshipped his shaft. He crunched upward again, fighting for an advantageous tempo.
Just as he found his pace, her hand slipped inside his pants.
Her cool, silken palm wrapped his bare length, her fingertips teasing the ridge beneath his swollen tip.
The raw pleasure shattered his focus, his body jerking as her touch set his nerves ablaze.
"Miss, please, I'm begging you! Stop! I can't take it!"
His sit-ups had already become sloppy. They slowed to a crawl; barely one every few seconds.
"No way, darling. This is part of the test," Kitsune purred, her fingertip brushing his lips. Her hypnotic eyes locked onto his flushed face.
The cool touch against his mouth drew a muffled moan. He clamped his lips shut.
Her hand tightened around his cock, stroking faster.
"Nngh!" Quinn collapsed onto the mat, his body thrashing, fighting the tidal wave of ecstasy.
A sharp jolt shot through his lower back. With a feral moan, thick, hot release erupted from his tip.
Kitsune's fingers circled his pulsing head, milking him mercilessly. The flood wouldn't stop under her expert touch.
Quinn's eyes widened as the teacher's mouth suddenly engulfed his rod. Her tongue swirled, lapping up every drop of his seed and the slick sheen coating his shaft, cleaning him with greed.
Quinn's teeth ground together. His mind blanked, drowned in bliss, unable to stifle the moans spilling out.
"Thanks for the treat," Kitsune said so after what felt like forever, her lips finally releasing him. Her voice dripped with even thicker seduction.
Drained, Quinn lifted his head weakly, only to find her pink tongue slipping out to lick the stray cum from her lips. Then, she sucked her cum-slicked fingers, the wet slurp echoing lewdly.
The sight was pure filth, igniting a primal urge to claim her. No man could resist such a vixen relishing his release.
Noticing the shift in his eyes, Kitsune rose from his legs and made her way to the wall. She leaned back, parting her thighs just enough, beckoning him with a crooked finger.
Her skin glowed softer, more luscious, practically begging to be touched. "Come here, Quinn. I'm yours if you want me."
Quinn staggered to his feet as if possessed. Her ripe body filled his vision. Those heavy, pale tits, their pink peaks begged to be sucked. He could already imagine himself pinning her down and ravaging her.
"Hey! Isn't the fitness test still going?" Kylie's voice cut through from the gym's entrance.
Quinn snapped awake. He stood two steps from Kitsune, whose arms were outstretched, ready to pull him in.
Cold sweat drenched his back. Just mere seconds ago, he wasn't acting like himself. He stumbled back to put distance between them.
A flicker of annoyance crossed Kitsune's face. She shot Kylie a disdainful glance, muttering, "Tch, today's freshmen have no sense of fun."
Then her tongue flicked out, tracing her glossy lips as she squinted with delight. "Quinn, you taste good. I'm craving more already."
Quinn didn't catch the full weight of Kitsune's words. Right now, Kylie felt like his savior.
"Wow, looks like you had a blast at the fitness test, my dearest roommate," Kylie teased, her eyes dropping to his crotch. Even though Kitsune had licked every trace of cum from his shaft, it still stood painfully rigid.
Quinn hadn't had time to pull up his pants, and Kylie's comment hit like a spotlight!
He realized where he was. Exposed like this, shame burned through him. He scrambled to yank his pants up and cover himself.
Kitsune walked over, acting as if her earlier depravity never happened. She cradled her roster, scribbling with a pen, a smug smile tugging at her lips. "Well, Quinn, you scored an A+ on the first phase of the fitness test. Impressive. I'm so looking forward to phase two in gym class."
Quinn flicked his eyes to her, then quickly looked away.
If Kylie hadn't shown up, he couldn't fathom what he'd have done. He'd have pinned Kitsune down, driven by raw need, his cock stabbing into her over and over.
The consequences? Unimaginable. Expulsion might've been the least of it.
"Thanks for 'taking care' of my sweet roommate, Miss Kitsune."
Kylie then turned to Quinn. "Come on, darling roomie. It's still early. Don't you think a nice afternoon stroll around campus sounds perfect?"