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You and Felix fall to the ground, having your attacks intercepted by her presence. The rowdy crowd suddenly goes quiet and disperses, as if nothing happened. Standing above you is Officer Seo Soojin, the university disciplinarian and law enforcer. You hated her guts since she always is the one catching and punishing you whenever you fought someone.

Her face is fuming with anger and her arms are crossed. Her attention is directed toward you. “You! I thought you promised you wouldn’t be fighting with other students! Guidance office, now!”

“But he-“

Soojin drags you off the ground by pulling your right ear, making you wince in pain. “I don’t want to hear any excuses! Go see the counselor immediately!”

You sigh in defeat. “Yes, Mrs. Soojin.”

As you leave the yard, you turn around and find Felix, head looking down, being admonished by Officer Soojin. At least you weren’t the only one being punished this time.

“I swear these teachers are so biased. Why’s it always gotta be me? Fucking system.” You mutter under your breath as you enter the Counselor room. Close the door behind you then silently sit on one of the waiting chairs while the counselor types something on her laptop. You let out a few deep breaths, lounging in the seat. The clack of the keyboard is the only thing that keeps the room from going completely quiet. It takes a few minutes before she looks up from the screen. She glances at her monitor for a second before realizing you’re in the room.

“You again? What did you do this time…” She asks. Your visits to the counselor have become weekly appointments.

“It wasn’t even my fault! You know what- forget it.” You stop before you continue arguing any further.

Justifying yourself was always a losing battle. No one would listen to your side, so why bother?

Only one person listened to you. Your counselor, Yeh Shuhua.

Counselor Shuhua fixes her glasses before slamming down the laptop panel. “It’s okay. You can tell me everything, right?”

She had a warm, comforting voice whenever she spoke to you or any other student. Everyone admired her or respected her, and was a universally beloved staff member. Because you always were sent to her, she became sort of a parent figure to you. She didn’t mind; she loved talking with you. In fact, she was the only one who understood you.

You remained quiet as Shuhua sat beside you in one of the other waiting chairs. She noticed the tears flowing from your eyes and pulled out a handkerchief from her pocket. You couldn’t muster the strength to take her cloth, so she rubbed it for you. She allowed you to cry freely, wrapping her arms around you and pulling you near her for an embrace. You sobbed into her warmth for a while until your eyes turned red and sore.

You pull away from her after a while. Through all this, she kept her bright smile to reassure you.

“Do you feel better now?” She asks, fixing her glasses again.

“A little.” You answer with a sniffle.

“Please, tell me what happened.”

Pause for a moment before speaking up again, taking another deep breath. “I was just walking in the yard when Chris ran into me while skateboarding. His board ended up slipping onto someone else then he hit Felix, who thought I was the one who bumped him. Then we got into a fight, until Officer Soojin stopped us.”

Shuhua shakes her head. She and Soojin have a bit of a rocky relationship. “Soojinnie, huh? Don’t tell her, but she’s kind of an ass sometimes.”

Her comment makes you chuckle a little. Every time she asked you who sent you to her office, Soojin was always your answer. You both bonded over your grievances with her.  Her small smile grows brighter seeing you turn happy. She supported and wished the best for every student, but especially for you, since you were her closest friend.

“So it’s only a misunderstanding. Don’t worry, I’ll tell her about your innocence, so don’t be sad anymore.”

“Thank you...Counselor Shuhua.”

“You’re welcome.” She caresses your cheek to dry a tear before standing up and leaving you alone.

“Can I tell you something?” You ask as she returns to her desk, which causes her to turn around.

“Sure, what is it?”

You pause, contemplating whether or not to say it. She’s paying attention to you intently, awaiting your next words.

Then you break your silence.

“Thank you.”

She smiles gently. “Aw, you’re wel-”

“For everything,” You interrupt, unfinished with your confession. “You were always the only professor or staff I could talk to. No one understood me, and I felt like I was being treated unfairly by everyone. Not you. You welcomed me with open arms, and I could speak my mind without being brushed off. I almost considered dropping out, but you’re the only reason why I still want to finish studying here. I really appreciate you, Counselor. Thank you.”

You go on for quite a while that you don’t notice her standing above you with a small tear falling from her eye. She throws herself onto you for a bear hug.

“That’s sweet of you, but I’m just doing my job," Shuhua says as she pecks your forehead before nudging you away. “I appreciate your words, though.”

She cups your face then gives you a hearty grin. Her innocent, wholesome look is driving you crazy. You instinctively pull her close in a warm embrace. She thinks you just need a little comfort so she accepts your action without hesitation. Her chest leans forward on your face, making you feel her breasts.

“Mm, you have nice tits.” You mutter under your breath.

Somehow she catches your remark despite your whispering. “O-oh? Is that what you think of me too?”

Your eyes widen. “N-no, Counselor. I didn’t say anything like-”

She pushes your face deeper into her bosom, suffocating you. “Don’t be shy. Tell me, please.”

You struggle to breathe between her busts, unable to articulate a discernible word. They were warm and big, so you didn’t mind if you choked on them.

“Mm...yes...you do have nice breasts.” You finally form something, each word rippling through her body.

She pushes you away from her, freeing you from the chokehold that is her chest. You wheeze, open air freely flowing through your lungs. That was the first time Shuhua hurt you in any form, and you wanted her to do it again.

Shuhua removes her glasses as she struts back to her desk. Only now you notice how gorgeous her thick figure is. She places her glasses and laptop on the drawer, before tossing aside various sheets of paper off the table. Your admission flipped a switch on her. The wholesome image you recognize is gone, replaced by this new lusty goddess.

You gulp as she climbs the table and sits ahead of you, slowly spreading her legs wide. You didn’t expect to be aroused by your guidance counselor, especially coming off that sweet and personal talk with her a few minutes ago.

Shuhua throws you a seductive stare without saying anything else. You take the hint and slowly walk up to her, licking your lips at what you’re about to partake.

Once you reach her, your hands slip through her skirt, sliding off her panties through her stockings. Without hesitation you slide your tongue in her cavern, causing her to moan. Her thighs gradually return to position, gradually suffocating you between them. You’re focused on giving her the pleasure she wants that you didn’t mind being smothered by her thick legs.

“Y-yes! F-fuck! You’re eating me so good!” Shuhua shrieks as you continue slurping her cunt, tasting her tangy juices. Her mouth is spewing out curses as if she weren’t counseling adolescents into becoming better people.

Her hands clench into fists as they pound on the table repeatedly, adding more intensity as you go down on her. You add a humming sound with each lick, amplifying the sexual bliss she’s experiencing. You’re just about to reach her sensitive spot with her tongue but then…

Knock knock.

“Hnngh...who is it?” Shuhua asks with heavy breaths while you stop tonguing her. “Don’t come in, I’m talking to a student right now!”

“It’s Mrs. Cho! Staff meeting at 2:30. Got it?” A feminine voice yells from behind the door.

“Understood!”

You hear light footsteps that slowly disappear. Internally you breathe a sigh of relief, thankful you weren’t caught in that position. After what seemed to be a minute of silence…

“Did I tell you to stop? Don’t stop eating me!”

Her words of admonishment pass through deaf ears as you resume eating her, hitting her G-spot, making her scream in delight. You proceed to swirl her nub again and again, her body shaking and squirming without control. Her thighs, which loosened when you stopped, grip your face tighter than ever. Not that you didn’t mind, her suffocating legs made you work harder to satisfy her.

“O-oh god, that feels so good! More! More!”

Shuhua didn’t need to yell out her want because you were already on it. You enjoy the taste of her wet area, sweeter than the chocolate drink they offered at the cafeteria. It catches you by surprise when she climaxes. With a groan her juices flood out, creaming your face.

You freely slurp and take in her cum, cooling your thirsty mouth. That should have been enough, adequate to fill your appetite, but you were hungry for more.

You break free from her leg lock and find Shuhua in a mess, slumped on the table with her eyes closed, full of orgasmic joy. You’re surprised she’s hit her fatigue too soon thanks to your efforts.

“You’re delicious.” You remark as you lick off the remainder of her cum near your lips.

“More...more,” She murmurs, able to find strength to form a singular, repeating word.

You oblige and climb onto the table, hovering above her. You quickly unbutton your shirt and pants, throwing them off to the side. You strip Shuhua of her coat and buttoned shirt too, revealing her white bra. Lifting her gently you make quick work of it too, tossing her clothes with your pile.

You take time to ogle at her exposed breasts, feeling the cool air for the first time. Push-up bra or not, they were big. You take a pair of handfuls and squeeze them, letting out a soft whimper from Shuhua’s mouth. Toying with her chest, you massage and rotate them, as if they were a stress ball. Part of you still feels upset about the earlier incident, so you use her as a way to vent out your feelings.

Shuhua opens her eyes, slowly recovering from her orgasm. She finds you fondling her breasts and smiles gently. “You like my tits so much?”

“F-fuck yes,” You answer, giving them both pecks in appreciation. “I love them.”

“Then why don’t you fuck them?”

You gratify her request and remove your boxers, freeing your hard cock. Wasting no time, you slide your shaft in the middle of her mounds until it fully sinks between them. With a grunt you watch your tip disappear and reappear, pumping into her chest. Shuhua musters enough strength to tilt her head forward to reach your dick with her tongue, giving it lubrication upon entry. Your hands assist her to make it easier, allowing your length to move freely without much difficulty.

You throw your head back and stare at the ceiling, the fan, the four lights that brightened the room — focused on prolonging the pleasure coursing through your veins. When you look down, you find Shuhua a whining mess. Her face contorts through many forms in seconds, her mind going off the walls in euphoria. Your cock sinks and reemerges between her breasts, lathered saliva spreading through both taut nipples. Their warmth is working you up to pump faster, which you do. The desk begins to tremble with your rapid behavior.

Your hands slam down against her belly, pinning her squirming figure on the table. You’ve put aside the relationship as teacher and student — you’re two lustful bodies, seeking the pleasure and arousal of each other. Neither of you cared if someone walked in, or if the whole university heard your screams and curses of passion. Chasing that end is the goal, and her breathy moans, the tightness and heat of her flesh, and her wide ‘O’ shaped mouth are the motivation you need.

Her hands shake yours loose. They snake around your neck as you drive your shaft between her chests faster than ever. You close your eyes and let the pleasure overflow your mind. She pulls your head close to hers, kissing and pecking up your neck, adding more exciting sensations to your senses.

You feel a twitching sensation in your stomach, but brush it aside as you sink your cock in her flesh uncontrollably. With a lengthy groan you climax without letting Shuhua know. Thick bursts of white, warm semen fill her breasts, neck, and face. Your throbbing shaft slowly draws away, still shooting a load to paint her belly with your seed. Her mouth is wide open, receiving a share of your cum.

Your aching body hops off the desk, cum dripping to the table alongside the spill from her stomach. Shuhua slumps on the table, lapping up the cum you filled her face with using her tongue. Slouch on the chair, huffing heavily from exhaustion.

“F-fuck,” You both wheeze as Shuhua rolls to her left before getting off the desk, lathering it more with your seed.

She pulls a box of unopened napkins from one of the drawers, handing some for you to clean with. You both tidy up the mess you made quietly, as if you didn’t just eat her out and tittyfucked her.

You stare at each other awkwardly. Her cheeks flash a bright red before she looks away. Guess she enjoyed every moment. You most certainly did.

A loud ringing blares through the room. Lunch period is over.

Shuhua tosses your rumpled clothes which you quickly put on. She tosses her coat on before retrieving a sheet of paper from another drawer, scribbling something on it. She hands it over to you as she finishes buttoning up her shirt like nothing happened.

“Let no one know about this,” She requests. You nod immediately, taking the excuse slip with you before getting up from your seat and heading for the door.

As you leave the room, you turn around and find her putting her laptop on the desk. She gives you that gentle, wholesome smile you’re used to.

“Meet me after class,” She says with a wink. You wink back, her smile turning to a devious smirk in response. “You still haven’t put that in me.”

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