Halloway leaned in, his nose inches from Jake’s ear, and noticed the undeniable, rigid evidence of Jake’s failure to suppress his nature.
A slow, thin smile crept across the professor’s face.
Fizzle didn’t just offer her cleavage; she practically assaulted him with it.
She grabbed her massive, doughy breasts and shoved them into Jake’s face, smothering him in hot, heavy, sweat-slicked flesh that reeked of sex.
She whipped around, bent double, and pried her cheeks apart with both hands to showcase a thick, weeping slit that was already foaming and coating her inner thighs.
“Forget those scrawny little twats, Jake!” she bellowed, her voice raspy and desperate, practically vibrating with heat.
“Look at these jugs!
Why settle for bony, pathetic ribs when you can have a real handful of heavy, yielding fat and meat that’ll swallow you whole?
My hole is already a goddamn slip-and-slide—go ahead, look at it!
Can those other two offer you this much wet, heavy, cushiony weight?”
Yui let out a shrill, hysterical laugh, dropping to her knees like an animal hitting the dirt.
She hiked her small, firm tits up toward her chin, pinching her hard, angry nipples until they looked raw, before splaying her legs so wide she practically split in half.
She shoved her hairless, pulsing pussy—a raw, red, wet mess—right into Jake’s nose.
She didn’t even look at him; she just screamed at the room, “Look at them, Jake!
They know what they want!
My tits are the gold standard in this fucking hall!
You see this?
The whole room is jerking off to the way I’m framing these—the perfect size, the perfect hardness—proving my pussy is the only one worth a damn!”
Moon-Glow, not to be outdone, whipped around with a movement that sprayed droplets of crystal-laced sweat into the air.
She arched her spine until she nearly snapped, flaunting a chest that shimmered like a star-chart, then dropped to all fours and kicked her legs wide to present her ass like a trophy.
She pried her cheeks apart, exposing a dark, brutally tight hole and swollen, throbbing lips that leaked a glowing, translucent slime onto the floor with a rhythmic plink.
“Ugh, pathetic,” Moon-Glow hissed, her voice dripping with venomous, elitist disdain as she cast a scathing, side-eyed glance at the other two.
“Yui’s breasts are nothing but basic, generic cones—the kind of cheap, factory-model ‘cute’ toy you find in any bargain bin.
And Fizzle?
Her tits are just an unrefined, saggy, lopsided mess of excess lard—there’s no definition, no firmness, just aimless, heavy weight.
Look at mine, Jake.
I am a masterpiece.
These are the symmetrical, perfectly perky, high-end assets that everyone here is dying to touch but doesn’t deserve.
If you have any sense of taste at all, you pick the elite gem—the one who stays this tight, this polished, and this radiant, even while I’m cumming right in your face.
Don’t tell me you’re too stupid to see the obvious, baka.”
Halloway adjusted his glasses with the solemn dignity of a man about to defend a doctoral thesis.
He leaned in, his nose inches from Jake’s ear, his voice a low, hissed command that rippled with menace.
“Mr.
Jake stared straight ahead, his jaw tight.
“Yes, Professor?”
“Do you require a moment?”
“…For what?”
Halloway looked down briefly at Jake’s lap, then back up with clinical detachment.
“I believe you know for what.”
Jake cleared his throat, his face flushing a deep, hazardous shade of crimson.
“I think there’s been a misunderstanding.”
“Anatomically speaking, I don’t believe there has.”
Several nearby students tried—and failed—not to laugh, their rhythmic motions faltering for a beat.
Jake’s ears burned.
“It’s…
involuntary.”
“Excellent,” Halloway replied, producing a clipboard from nowhere.
“That eliminates one variable.”
“…You were expecting this?”
“Mr.
Jake, I’ve supervised these sessions for twenty-three years.
If I were still surprised by the persistent tyranny of human biology, I would be spectacularly underqualified.”
Jake blinked, feeling a strange mixture of horror and professional curiosity.
“You actually have a procedure for this?”
Halloway flipped through several laminated pages, which were mercifully protected by plastic sleeves—presumably against fluid damage.
“Officially?
No.” He turned another page.
“Unofficially, however, this is Appendix C.”
“There’s an Appendix C?”
“Appendix A concerns fainting,” Halloway noted, tapping a page with his pen.
“Appendix B deals with parents walking in on open day.”
Jake winced.
“…I don’t even want to know.”
“A wise decision,” Halloway agreed.
He turned, his voice suddenly booming across the room so all could hear: “So, you are ‘indecisive,’ are you, Jake?
It seems your anatomy has made a choice even if your brain is still trying to decide which variable to study first.”
Jake was trembling, his hands moving frantically between them, unable to escape the sensory overload.
The room had become a blur of swaying, heavy breasts, spread-eagled pussies, and the sight of dozens of other students—boys and girls alike—watching the trio while frantically masturbating, their own fluids spraying across the desks.
“I…
I can’t decide!” Jake choked out, his voice cracking as Yui ground her wet, pulsing pussy against his knee while Fizzle shoved her heavy, dripping cleavage into his chest and Moon-Glow pressed her tight, glistening ass against his back.
“You have to!” Yui commanded, her eyes rolling back as she reached a new, gasping peak.
“Pick the winner, Jake, or we’ll make sure you come to a decision the hard way!”
The air in the classroom was thick and humid, not just from the morning heat, but from the rhythm that had taken over the entire lecture hall.
Every seat was occupied by a naked student, and in the silence following Halloway’s jab, the only sound was the soft, persistent friction of dozens of hands working in unison.
Rows of girls sat with their legs splayed open, their fingers busy and rhythmic, their breathing ragged and synced to the soft, wet sliding sounds echoing off the walls.
Across the aisles, the guys were just as distracted, faces flushed and eyes glazed, their own hands working their cocks with the same mechanical obsession.
Jake looked around, horrified; the entire class was masturbating, turning the lecture hall into a stifling, erotic blur of motion.
The swarm around him didn’t care about the academic setting.
They were already moving in, some clutching measuring tapes and calipers, others just reaching out to stroke him, their own fingers slick and heavy with their own arousal.
They were ready to weigh and assess the very thing he had tried so desperately to hide, their hands insistent and hungry as they began to join in the collective release of the room.
Halloway stepped back, observing the chaos with the detached interest of a scientist watching a reaction reach its boiling point.
He gestured to the surrounding girls, who were now pressing in from all sides, their bare breasts rising and falling with the exertion of their own self-pleasure.
“You seem overwhelmed by the sample size, Mr.
Jake,” Halloway called out over the wet, rhythmic sounds of the room.
“And I hate to see a student struggle with his research.
We’ll help you decide which boobs are better with the ultimate test.”
As the girls crowded closer, Jake’s brain attempted to re-engage with the basic laws of physics, though it was losing the battle.
His eyes darted to the floorboards, which were already becoming dangerously slick.
He watched as a glob of pearlescent fluid slid down a desk leg, merging with a spreading pool of pussy juice that was rapidly turning the linoleum into a veritable slip-and-slide.
Oh, this is going to be a nightmare for the custodial staff, Jake thought, his mind latching onto the absurdity of property maintenance in the middle of a mass climax.
If this keeps up, the floor is going to be a legitimate tripping hazard.
Someone’s going to break a hip trying to get to the pencil sharpener.
And the smell?
It’s basically a humid, biological locker room in here now.
Those poor cleaners are going to need a pressure washer and a very strong drink to deal with this.
He stood frozen, paralysed by the sheer scale of the erotic theatre unfolding around him, his mind desperately trying to rationalize the irrational.
He was trapped in the centre of the storm, bracing himself as the ‘ultimate test’ began, fully aware that no matter what happened next, he definitely didn’t envy whoever had to mop up this sticky, academic disaster.