“She’s stealing the data!” Yui declared, licking her lips.
“She’s using her fat tits to hoard evidence meant for my own evaluation!”
“You licked my cum!” Fizzle gasped, scandalized.
“That is a flagrant violation of experimental protocol!”
The argument quickly escalated from words to action.
Fizzle and Moon-Glow suddenly grabbed Yui from both sides.
Before she could protest, they pushed her down onto the sticky lecture hall floor, pinning her on her back.
“W-wait—!” Yui squeaked, eyes wide.
“Too late,” Fizzle grinned, her massive tits swaying as she straddled one of Yui’s thighs.
“You licked my cum.
That’s cheating.
Now you’re going to admit it.”
Moon-Glow gracefully knelt between Yui’s legs, spreading them wide with elegant but firm hands.
“Time for a proper confession, little liar.”
Yui squirmed, but she was clearly excited—her shaved pussy already glistening.
“This isn’t fair— ahh~!”
Moon-Glow leaned down and dragged her tongue slowly up Yui’s slit in one long, teasing stroke.
Fizzle leaned in from the side, sucking one of Yui’s hard nipples into her mouth while her hand groped the other breast.
Yui’s back arched hard.
“Haaah—!
It tickles…!
But it feels so good—!”
Moon-Glow licked her again, this time focusing on her swollen clit with precise, swirling strokes.
“Admit it,” she murmured against her pussy.
“You cheated.”
“I— I didn’t— ahhn~!” Yui’s hips bucked as Fizzle sucked harder on her nipple and Moon-Glow plunged her tongue deeper.
The two girls worked her relentlessly.
Moon-Glow’s elegant tongue flicked and swirled around Yui’s clit while Fizzle’s thick fingers joined in, sliding two digits into Yui’s tight, dripping hole.
Yui’s small body writhed under them, her petite tits bouncing as she moaned shamelessly.
“It tickles so much…!
But don’t stop— please—!” Yui gasped.
“Mayuko would say I’m being a bad girl… but it feels too good…!”
Fizzle lifted her head from Yui’s nipple with a wet pop.
Yui’s hips were grinding against Moon-Glow’s face, her legs trembling.
“I… I might have… ahh~!
Okay— I cheated a little—!”
Moon-Glow sucked hard on her clit at the exact moment Fizzle curled her fingers inside her.
Yui came hard.
Her whole body tensed, back arching off the floor as she let out a cute, high-pitched cry.
Her pussy gushed around Moon-Glow’s fingers, juices running down her thighs while the two girls kept licking and fingering her through the orgasm.
When Yui finally collapsed, panting and twitching, Fizzle and Moon-Glow sat back with satisfied smirks.
“See how easy that was?” Fizzle laughed, wiping her mouth.
Moon-Glow elegantly licked her fingers clean.
“A proper confession always tastes good.”
Yui lay there on the floor, flushed and breathless, a dazed smile on her face.
The room was still filled with the wet, sticky sounds of Yui’s aftershocks when Jake finally managed to speak.
He stood there, cock still half-hard and dripping, staring at the beautiful, cum-covered mess in front of him.
“Wow…” he breathed, eyes wide.
“Now that was fucking hot.”
Without thinking, he reached behind himself, fished around for a second, and pulled his phone out from between his ass cheeks with a quiet pop.
He stared at the cum-smeared screen for a moment, then shrugged and started taking pictures like a tourist at the world’s most depraved museum.
Halloway cleared his throat, looking as pleased as a cat in a room full of exceptionally slow mice.
“Excellent practical application, everyone.
Now, for your homework—”
The word homework hung in the air like a guillotine blade.
The entire room, which had been a symphony of lust, suddenly froze.
“HOMEWORK.”
A single, horrible, soul-crushing word.
The effect was identical to detonating a flashbang in a library.
The reaction was instantaneous.
Every single student, seemingly overcoming their exhaustion through the sheer, primal terror of academic responsibility, screamed in collective, existential dread.
“HOMEWORK?!” a student in the third row shrieked, his voice climbing into a register usually reserved for high-frequency bat navigation.
“OH GOD, HE’S UNLEASHED THE FINAL SEAL!
IT’S THE END OF DAYS!”
“THE SYLLABUS IS UPON US!” someone else bellowed, scrambling over a desk with the frantic, clawing desperation of a man fleeing a horde of ravenous monsters. Follow the newest chapters on g.com.
“IT’S WORSE THAN THE UNDEAD!
AT LEAST THE ZOMBIES DON’T GRADE ON A CURVE!”
“EVERY MAN FOR HIMSELF!” a girl in the front row screamed, her eyes wide with the frantic intensity of a witness to an eldritch horror.
“ABANDON SHIP!
THE ACADEMIC APOCALYPSE IS UPON US!
SAVE YOURSELVES!”
The room dissolved into a scene of pure, unadulterated existential panic.
It wasn’t an exit; it was a hysterical, jiggling stampede of souls fleeing the wrath of a god who demanded written output.
The floor, already a treacherous lagoon of pearlescent fluids and massive, viscous puddles of post-orgasmic squirts, became a slip-and-slide of monumental proportions.
Bodies collided with the wet, slapping sound of raw meat hitting a butcher’s block.
Two hundred naked students, slicked from head to toe in a shimmering, sticky cocktail of their own release, surged toward the narrow doors in a chaotic, flesh-toned tidal wave.
They pushed, shoved, and crawled over one another, limbs tangling and sliding in the thick, viscous goo.
One particularly unlucky scholar hit the floor, skidded across the cum-drenched linoleum for a solid fifteen feet like a greased, frantic penguin, and vanished beneath a pile of thrashing, hysterical peers who were all clawing at each other’s backs just to reach the threshold.
Asses wobbled with the frantic tremor of a seismic event, and breasts defied the very laws of gravity, swinging like pendulums of doom as the student body engaged in a primal, full-contact brawl to escape the looming shadow of an essay.
It was less of a departure and more of a frenzied, skin-on-skin migration, with the sheer volume of fluids turning the lecture hall into a frictionless disaster zone where dignity went to die.
In under ten seconds, the lecture hall was a tomb of silence, inhabited only by Jake, the three goddesses, and a very confused Professor Halloway.
Halloway blinked, his smile wavering slightly.
“…I was only going to assign a short reflection paper on the importance of cooperation.”
Yui, still sprawled on the floor, let out a weak, delirious giggle.
“See, Jake?
Even they know that some things are far, far scarier than public nudity.”
Jake looked down at his phone—which was now broadcasting his questionable life choices to the internet—and then at the sticky battlefield of the lecture hall.
He let out a long, weary sigh.
“…I think I’m going to need therapy.”
Then, quieter, with a small, dazed smile:
“…But maybe after round two.”
Jake stood there awkwardly, still naked and dripping, trying to process the last twenty minutes of his life.
He cleared his throat.
“Uh… I have a date to go to with my new girlfriend, so… good lesson, everyone.
I’ve been thinking about this date all lesson.”