The room was still vibrating with the wet, frantic sounds of two hundred students finishing themselves off when Halloway clapped his hands.
The sound was like a gunshot in the humid air, silencing the room instantly.
He didn’t just stand there; he proceeded to shed his robes in one swift, practiced motion.
As the fabric pooled at his feet, Halloway stood completely exposed, his long, withered anatomy—his dick swinging loosely and rhythmically with every sharp movement he made—perfectly visible to everyone.
He seemed entirely unbothered by his own nudity, pacing the dais with a predatory, clinical arrogance.
“Enough, enough,” Halloway said, a glint of genuine madness in his eyes as he looked down at his own swaying, limp member, then back to the class.
“The preliminary testing is complete.
The subjects are sufficiently primed.
It is time for Order 69.”
Jake felt the blood drain from his face, his gaze involuntarily darting to the professor’s swinging anatomy before he snapped his eyes away.
Order 69?
He’d heard the upperclassmen whisper about it—a legend, a rumor so detached from reality that he’d assumed it was a myth.
He leaned toward Yui and Moon-Glow, his voice a frantic, breathy whisper.
“What is he talking about?
What is Order 69?
Please, just tell me he’s joking.”
Yui and Moon-Glow didn’t offer comfort.
They exchanged a glance, their faces flushing a deep, anticipatory pink, and let out a series of high-pitched, mocking giggles that sounded more like bells tolling his funeral.
“You’ll see, Jake,” Yui whispered, her eyes dancing with wicked excitement.
“It’s the only way to really calibrate the data.”
Halloway paced in front of the front row, his naked body casting long, twitching shadows against the lecture hall walls, his member still rhythmically brushing against his thighs as he walked.
He paused to pull a heavy, industrial-looking metal tube from his desk drawer.
“Before we proceed, we require the medium,” Halloway droned.
“Standard lab lubricants are for commoners.
We require the personal touch.
First, you will need the catalyst.”
He squeezed a dollop of thick, pearlescent cream onto his fingertip.
Before Jake could process what was happening, Halloway swiped the cream directly into his own mouth.
He swirled it around his tongue, his eyes rolling back in a grotesque display of epicurean delight.
He smacked his lips, then froze.
His face curdled from ecstasy to confused disgust.
He blinked, staring at the tube in his hand, then spit the contents onto the floor with a wet, hacking sound.
“Oh,” Halloway muttered, his voice dropping an octave as the room watched, paralyzed.
“This… this is not the lubricant.
My mistake.
This is, ah…
I mean, I was looking for the human lubricant.
This is clearly just industrial-grade synthetic moisturizer.
How dreadfully amateur of me.”
He tossed the tube aside, the metal clattering loudly on the floor, and turned back to the girls, his smile returning, sharper and more hungry than before.
“Never mind.
The students will provide the proper supply themselves.
After all, what is Order 69 without the genuine article?”
Halloway stood at the front of the lecture hall like a conductor preparing to lead the world’s most depraved orchestra.
His long, withered cock swayed lazily between his legs as he gestured dramatically toward the three contestants—Yui, Fizzle, and Moon-Glow—who were lined up and bent over the long demonstration table, asses presented with varying degrees of enthusiasm.
With his arsehole clenched tight enough to crack walnuts, Jake shuffled toward the front of the room, dragged onward by the Professor’s unwavering, expectant gaze.
“Very well,” Halloway announced, his voice ringing with academic solemnity. Get faster updates on g.com.
“For accurate comparison of breast volume, elasticity, and gravitational behaviour, we require a proper medium.
Natural lubrication is ideal.
Jake.”
Jake blinked.
“Yes, Professor?”
Halloway pointed at Jake’s soft cock with the casual indifference of a man pointing at a whiteboard marker.
“Dip your dick into each girl’s pussy.
One by one.
We need a good coating.”
The room went dead silent for half a second before a wave of murmurs and giggles rippled through the naked students.
Jake’s brain blue-screened for the fourth time that day.
“I… I have a girlfriend,” he stammered, voice cracking.
“I can’t just— I mean, Mayuko—”
Yui, still bent over the table with her firm ass raised, turned her head and gave him a soft, understanding smile that was as radiant as it was dangerous.
“I know you’re very loyal to Mayuko,” she said, her voice dripping with a sweetness that felt like velvet over a razor blade.
“She’s my best friend.
We’ve been inseparable since we were in diapers.
We do everything together—we shower together, we get dressed together, we eat together, we even share our deepest, darkest secrets and our clothes.
We share everything, Jake.
Literally everything.”
She paused, her eyes sparkling with a mix of genuine devotion and something far more predatory.
“The way you masturbated in front of us earlier… that showed how much you really care for her, you know?
You were so honest.
So desperate.
It was actually kind of romantic in a pathetic way.
You’re saving yourself for her, right?
You’re so wonderfully devoted.”
Yui wiggled her hips slightly, her tight, shaved pussy glistening invitingly.
“But this isn’t sex, Jake.
That would be an insult to the bond the two of you share.
This is just… inserting your dick in a few girls’ pussies for lube.
It’s a purely mechanical, scientific necessity.
Think of it as a contribution to the research.
Mayuko wouldn’t want you to be a bad student, would she?
She knows I’m the one who looks after her interests, and I’m telling you—for science—this is perfectly fine.”
Jake stared at her, mouth opening and closing like a dying fish.
“…What do I need lube for?”
Halloway clapped his hands together once, sharp and authoritative.
“So we can properly judge which girl here has the best boobs, of course!
We’ll be sliding your well-lubricated cock between each pair to test friction, warmth, softness, and how naturally they envelop the shaft.
Purely objective data collection.”
Jake blinked, his mind trying to find a logical bridge between the anatomy being discussed and the anatomy currently being tested.
“I…
I mean, Professor?
With all due respect to the curriculum,” he started, his voice barely rising above the hum of the cooling system, “I’m struggling to see the correlation.
How does coating my cock in pussy juice and dragging it between breasts actually establish which ones are the most ‘impressive’?
Isn’t that just…
well, isn’t that just more pussy research?”
It was an expression of such profound, pitying disappointment that Jake felt he should apologize to the entire field of biology for existing.
“Mr.
Jake,” Halloway sighed, his voice possessing the weary patience of a man trying to explain the theory of relativity to a particularly dense turnip.
“Your lack of imaginative application is truly staggering.
You are viewing the world through the narrow, uninspired keyhole of a common lecher, whereas I am conducting a symphony of physical variables.
The breasts are the focal point, the canvas if you will.
The lubrication is merely the medium required to ensure the interaction is entirely friction-free, allowing for a pure, unadulterated sensation-profile.
We are mapping the tactile response of the pectoral tissue against the lubricated shaft.
It is quite simple physics—the same sort of physics that explains why a falling apple hits the ground, only with significantly more jiggly results.”
Fizzle wiggled her massive, heavy ass, making her enormous breasts sway beneath her in a hypnotic, pendulous display that seemed to mock the very idea of scientific debate.
Jake stared at them, his brain struggling to reconcile the sheer, impossible reality of the scene.
His gaze flicked from one pair of elfin ears to the next, fixating on the way they reacted to the ambient noise of the lecture hall—twitching, swiveling, and pinning back with a biological precision that felt far too organic to be anything else.
“Are they…” Jake started, his voice cracking.
He gestured vaguely at Fizzle’s blushing, oversized ears, then toward the shimmering, crystal-pierced points on Moon-Glow’s head.
“Are they actually…
real?
Or are you girls just wearing some sort of high-end, permanently stuck-on prosthetic for the semester?”
The room went quiet, save for the rhythmic, wet sounds of the environment.
Fizzle let out a high-pitched, indignant squeak, her ears flushing an even deeper shade of magenta as they flattened against her skull.
“Stuck on?” she gasped, her massive breasts wobbling as she leaned forward, emphasizing the sheer, seamless depth where the cartilage met her hairline.
She shook her head, the motion making her ears flap softly.
“Pull on them, then!
See if you find any glue.
I’ve had these since birth, you absolute oaf.
They’re part of the package—just like the rest of the squish.”
“Come on, Jake~” she squeaked.
“My pussy is super warm and squishy.
It’ll get your dick really slippery for these fat tits.”
Moon-Glow arched her back, crystals sparkling as she spread her legs wider, showing off her glistening, perfectly smooth pussy.
“Don’t be a coward,” she purred.
“Mine is tight and silky.
The superior choice for precise measurements.”
Yui simply wiggled her hips cutely, looking back at him with that innocent-yet-deadly smile.
“It’s okay, Jake.
Just a little dip.
For science.”
Jake stood frozen in the center of the lecture hall, entirely naked, surrounded by two hundred spectators who were watching with the rapt, unblinking intensity of people waiting for a volcano to erupt.
He stared at the three girls, their anatomy presented with such casual, clinical finality that the concept of ‘normal’ felt like a faint memory from a dream he’d had in another life.
He swallowed hard, his throat dry as a desert.
“I don’t understand any of this at all…”
Halloway grinned, a wide, terrifying expression that suggested he had finally found the missing link between molecular biology and total social collapse.
“You will, Mr.
Jake.
You will.
Now, stop hovering and start dipping.”