Chapter 92: The Model "Model Seo Yeon-woo's face is almost perfectly symmetrical, as if it were sculpted. Faces like this are rare, so this will be an excellent study for you all."
The art instructor explained enthusiastically, but no one was really listening.
Everyone was staring intently at my face, and the way they struggled to hide their strange excitement was a turn-on.
No. I'm a professional.
Well, maybe not a professional, but I should at least do the job right.
It would be beyond embarrassing to have a stiff erection while I'm supposed to be posing.
"And his physique is incredible. His muscles are finely defined, so if you depict those details well, you'll produce a great piece."
It was almost comical to see everyone gulping and nodding blankly at the instructor's words.
They all watched with focused eyes, perhaps imagining my body beneath the cloth.
I said no. Stop looking. I'm going to get hard at this rate.
I tried singing the national anthem in my head—a classic mood killer—but I couldn't even remember the first verse, so I switched to another song.
While I fought my internal battle against my own libido, the instructor finished the explanation and stepped down from the platform.
The women, scattered in a semi-circle around me, stared at me intensely over their canvases.
You're going to burn a hole through me.
The gaze of these women—housewives, and even a girl who looked young enough to be a student—all watching me in silence with expectant, heated eyes, was incredibly stimulating.
Above all, the fact that these women looking at me with such lust were wearing ordinary, everyday clothes made it even better.
That atmosphere of erotic excitement and tension simmering beneath plain, everyday attire… where else could I experience something like this?
The instructor, chatting away about professionalism while remaining completely oblivious, was the impressive one.
Yume tried to hide it too, but she couldn't fully mask her excitement. She kept her eyes averted, pointlessly picking up and putting down her art tools over and over.
"Um… Yeon-woo?"
Ah, I'd dragged it out too long.
The instructor's expectations and the students' expectations were different, but to satisfy everyone, I finally pulled away the cloth covering my body.
"… …"
"Haah…"
Gulp.
Clatter—
"Oh, I'm so sorry."
As if under a spell, everyone had been blankly admiring my body until one woman nearly knocked over her canvas. Her apology seemed to break the trance, and everyone began to move at once.
"No, no. Don't be so nervous just because a handsome man is here."
"Ahaha—it's, it's just my first time doing a nude painting."
"It's a class, just a class. Right…?"
"Exactly, we're here to paint. Aha, ahahaha—"
Wow. Look at that awkward conversation, trying so hard to hide how turned on they were.
It was almost embarrassing for me.
The women's eyes naturally swept over my body from top to bottom, finally settling on my dangling cock.
Excuse me, if you keep staring like that, I'm going to get excited.
A different kind of pleasure, distinct from just having sex and enjoying it, washed over my body.
But I didn't get hard. Endure it. If I got an erection, the class would end immediately.
My cock, seemingly understanding my effort to enjoy this unique experience to the fullest, twitched slightly but held back from a full erection.
However, the sight of my member seemingly struggling against its own desire must have been even more provocative, as all the women's gazes remained fixed right there.
Whew—hold it.
"S-shall we begin? Let's start."
Even the professional instructor turned into a female the moment I dropped the cloth. She pushed up her glasses and spoke awkwardly to the group.
Yet, her eyes were also fixed on my cock as the others slowly prepared to draw.
As time passed, people seemed to calm down and began to focus on their work.
They were focusing… right?
Is the ratio of looking at the subject to moving the hand usually 10:1?
"Since it's your first time, it might be difficult, but let's try to draw a bit faster."
Sensing that progress was stalling, the instructor encouraged the students.
But when you're encouraging people, you should look at their faces, not my dick.
Look at me and learn.
I had already calmed down, my heart not even fluttering—
Just then, a woman close to me leaned over to pick out a paint color from the floor.
Her large breasts danced in the air, and since her neckline was deep, her luscious cleavage was fully exposed.
Oh, no…
But my cock, as if it had endured enough, stood up tall and proud, ignoring my mental protests.
You have no pride! Standing up just from seeing a bit of cleavage without even being touched?!
But my cock didn't seem to care about pride as long as it could be erect; it stood stiff and unyielding.
"Ah…"
Someone let out a faint moan, and everyone's gaze poured over me.
Hands that had been drawing stopped, and eyes became fixed on my erection.
Yume looked on with a flustered expression, and the instructor, after a moment of dazed staring, snapped out of it and spoke.
"It's because Model Seo Yeon-woo doesn't have much experience. D-don't mind it. For those with little experience, th-that can happen… M-model, shall we take a short… short break?"
"…No, I'm fine."
I thought I'd be kicked out immediately if I got hard, but she said it was okay.
Is this a common occurrence?
My cock throbbed, enjoying the intense stares of a dozen women.
As it twitched slightly, all the women's eyes followed the movement…
Man, honestly, this is hot as hell.
This erection wasn't going away. And since I didn't want people to think this was my full size, I used Blood Flow Acceleration to trigger a second-stage erection.
"… …"
Boasting thick veins covering its surface, the massive, rock-hard rod left no one in the room painting anymore.
The classroom was silent, save for the faint sound of people swallowing hard.
Amidst the heavy, excited breathing, a woman with long black hair raised her hand.
"Instructor, may I observe a bit more closely?"
"Pardon? Oh…"
"You said painting is all about observation. Usually, as long as it doesn't disturb others, it's okay to look closely."
"I think it might be disturbing…"
The instructor muttered in a small voice but reluctantly gave permission. The woman approached me with a face full of excitement and crouched down to look up.
Since I was standing on the platform, she was looking up at my cock from about knee height, her eyes practically sparkling with hearts.
"I… I think I need to observe too…"
"Uh, me too…"
Once one person stepped forward, the other women scrambled to get a good spot, crouching beneath me to look up at my member.
Except for those who couldn't muster the courage, six women huddled together, looking up at my cock as if it were a delicious treat.
Some had sparkling eyes, some were flushed red but couldn't look away, one reached out her hand into the air to measure its size, another was panting with hot breath, and one was squirming restlessly.
The varied reactions of these women were incredibly erotic.
Yume, her face crimson, looked back and forth between her canvas and me, then swallowed hard.
Gulp.
It was a sound I could only hear because I had enhanced my senses with magic, but to Yume, it must have sounded like thunder. She startled and hid her face behind her canvas.
"You… you should be drawing, right?"
After the women had huddled under my cock for quite a while, the instructor clapped her hands to send them back.
With disappointed expressions, the people returned to their seats. The black-haired woman who had been the first to look closely stayed until the very end, only standing up reluctantly at the instructor's urging.
Thump.
As she stood up with her head bowed, the back of her head brushed against my cock.
"Oh my, I'm so sorry. Did that hurt?"
You sly fox.
She touched me while pretending it was an accident, then acted startled and grabbed my cock.
The way she naturally flicked her wrist to stroke the shaft was far from amateur.
She pulled her hand away as if shocked by her own "mistake," but her mischievous smirk was the height of playfulness.
"Oh dear, a mistake. I'm sorry, hehe—"
She giggled while covering her mouth, and she looked pretty doing it, but wasn't that the same hand that just stroked my dick?
The woman, who for some reason took a deep breath as if smelling the scent left on her hand, returned to her seat, seemingly satisfied with her sexual harassment.
"Let's take a short break. Model, there's a room inside where you can rest comfortably."
Perhaps even the instructor couldn't overlook that last bit. She called for a break and approached the woman who had just touched me, asking her to step outside for a moment.
"You shouldn't touch the model recklessly."
"Oh, come on, it was an accident."
"What if he reports you for sexual harassment?"
"Hmph~ I don't think he will."
Yeah, I won't. Personally, I wish you'd stroked it more.
I overheard the instructor and the woman whispering as I relaxed my pose.
Staying still in one position was harder than I thought.
Art models really have it rough.
As I rolled my shoulders to work out the stiffness, I locked eyes with the remaining women.
"… …"
"Ah! It—it's quite hot today, isn't it?"
"Yes, yes. It is hot. It's hard to even go outside."
"Everyone, please step out so the model can rest."
The women who had stayed to admire my body reluctantly left at the instructor's command.
When our eyes met, Yume looked incredibly embarrassed. She barely managed a slight nod of recognition before hurrying away as if fleeing.
"We'll take a long break. Go for a walk, get something to drink. Don't come back to the classroom until the break is over. I mean it."
"Eh—why such a long break today?"
"Exactly. We don't need to rest. Instructor, I want to keep drawing."
"I want to rest in the air-conditioned classroom~"
"Please, I'm worried about getting reported."
The instructor, desperate, led the complaining women out.
They talked plenty amongst themselves, but no one spoke to me.
The funny thing was that every single woman stole one last glance at me as they left.
I liked seeing them so anxious to talk to me but unable to.
Once the women were gone, my cock went limp and hung its head. Still naked, I went to look at the canvases the women had been working on.
…Are you all really here to paint?
I'm no artist, so I can't judge their skill, but isn't it a bit much to have only drawn a few lines after all that time?
Looking at the results, I could see why the instructor was so desperate.
It wasn't that they couldn't draw; they just hadn't made any progress at all.
The situation was hot, but if this was the result, they probably wouldn't call me back, right?
Hmm—come to think of it, this was exciting because it was fresh, but since it wasn't actual sex, it would get boring if repeated.
It wasn't like a massage where my body was being touched freely.
In the end, it was just enjoying some attention for a moment.
Creak—
"Oh my, I didn't realize you'd be completely naked."
The woman who had stroked my cock earlier walked in, pretending to be surprised.
Seeing her gaze land on the cloth I'd left aside, I guessed models usually cover up during breaks.
Though she spoke as if she'd committed a faux pas, the woman closed the door and approached with a sly look, lightly biting her lower lip.
"I bought some coffee for you, Model…"
Showing the coffee in her hand, she approached and stole a glance at my crotch.
Coming much closer than a normal distance, she looked up at me, showing off her cleavage.
"It's quiet back there… and since the instructor told everyone not to come in, it's just the two of us for a while, isn't it?"
The woman gestured with her eyes toward the inner door and licked her lips with the tip of her tongue.
Without a word, I wrapped my hand around the thin waist of the woman who had been teasing me from the start.
Her face showed a flash of surprise, which quickly melted into an expression of pure lust. She stroked my chest and leaned her head against me.
"Phew…"
Stepping outside, Yume let out a long breath.
Her daughter's classmate and their neighbor.
He was an adult now, but as long as he attended the same school as her daughter, Yume couldn't help but see him as a kid.
Occasionally, he would say things that made her heart flutter, but Yume had tried her best to ignore it.
Until now.
The moment she confirmed the face of the nude model, Yume had been too embarrassed to lift her head. And the moment he dropped the cloth to reveal his well-sculpted body, her head had bowed even deeper.
She simply couldn't bring herself to look.
His perfect physique made him look like a man, not a boy, and Yume had to huddle into herself, terrified that others might hear her wildly pounding heart.
And then, his sudden, full erection.
Yume, who had been trying to steady her mind by telling herself it was just art, felt her thoughts grind to a halt at the sight of the massive cock filling her vision.
Hideous yet beautiful, terrifying yet desirable—Yume found herself unconsciously tensing her thighs at the sight of the member that had captivated every woman in the room.
A monstrously sized cock that shattered the perfect balance of his body.
Thick, pulsing veins and a glans that curved slightly toward the sky…
Reaching that point in her thoughts, Yume shook her head vigorously, scolding herself for what she was doing.
"Instructor, may I observe a bit more closely?"
While Yume was struggling to calm her excitement, a woman named Ruriko, who was in the same class, raised her hand.
Yume, who usually disliked Ruriko for her frequent talk about men, felt a surge of anger as Ruriko approached Yeon-woo.
'Eh… anger? Jealousy…?'
While Yume fought with her confused self, Ruriko stroked Yeon-woo's cock, pretending it was an accident.
As she was scolded by the instructor and turned back to her seat, the eyes of every woman in the room followed her.
And Yume saw it.
Ruriko's tongue, licking the hand that had just stroked his cock.
Unable to forgive Ruriko for sexually harassing the innocent Yeon-woo, Yume went looking for her during the break.
But she couldn't find her anywhere. After some thought, Yume bought a drink from the vending machine and headed back toward the classroom.
'We know each other; I shouldn't just coldly ignore him. Yes, this is just being polite.'
Yume, feeling guilty for leaving without even properly acknowledging Yeon-woo despite his gaze, used that as an excuse to head toward him.
Her heart was pounding as if she were a young girl again. She knocked lightly on the door.
"Ye-Yeon-woo? It's, it's Auntie Yume… Can I… come in for a moment?"
But there was no answer from behind the door.
Yume cleared her throat on purpose and called out again, then cautiously opened the door to check inside.
'Is he in the preparation room?'
The instructor had told him to rest there, so he might be inside.
Yume walked slowly toward the inner door, and as she got closer, a faint sound tickled her ears.
"Aah! Ha-ah…! It's, it's too biiiig…!"
Yume was a married woman who had given birth to two daughters; there was no way she didn't know what that sound meant.
Frozen in place, Yume continued to hear Ruriko's wet, panting moans.
"Hauuuu…! It hit, ah, ah, hng!"
It definitely wasn't acting.
At Ruriko's moans, which expressed the peak of a woman's pleasure, Yume unconsciously swallowed hard.
Even though she knew she shouldn't go near that door, Yume moved toward it as if possessed, lured by a devilish temptation.
Through a slight crack in the door, the lewd sound of flesh hitting flesh reached her. Yume quietly pushed the door a bit more to peer inside.
"Hyah! This, this feels so gooood… Ugh! Ah, hah!"
Every time Yeon-woo thrust his hips from behind, Ruriko let out a loud moan.
Her expression was utterly depraved, a far cry from her usual groomed appearance.
But Yume could tell exactly how much pleasure Ruriko was feeling.
A level of ecstasy that made it impossible to control her expression.
As Ruriko's legs kept giving out from the animalistic, rough sex, Yeon-woo would catch her, pull her back up, and ram into her even harder.
Every time he pulled his hips back, his cock, glistening and wet with vaginal fluids, would slide all the way out before plunging back in deep. Each time, Ruriko would throw her head back, her body trembling.
Just watching it made Yume's legs feel weak. She stared blankly.
And then, her eyes met Yeon-woo's.
"… …!"
Light returned to Yume's dazed eyes, and she fled in a panic.
How was she supposed to look at Yeon-woo now?
Her face burning red, Yume ran straight home. Later, upon discovering her soaked underwear, she could only tremble in a mix of shame and lingering excitement.
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