Law and Technology

“And the party who initiates the lawsuit is–”

“Plaintiff.”

“Correct.”

And she rewards you by upping the pace of her hand on your cock, rubbing, stroking, making an obscene sound between the bookshelves. Her other hand is gently squeezing your balls. Her fresh lilac scent wafts into your nose. Good thing you two are here early in the morning. Nobody’s in the faculty’s library yet, except for the staff on the first floor.

“Damn it–ah–I fucking hate this subject,” you whine, intersected with your soft moans, as your hand scribbles ‘plantif’ on the iPad shakingly.

“Ethics are important to our department. We can’t just go out there doing nonsense,” Minji replies, her voice unwavering despite the fact that she’s jerking you off. She’s a professional at this. “And it’s plain- tiff, two f-s, not plan-tif.”

“At least this should’ve been three credits, not one,” you riposte, erasing the mistake and rewriting ‘plaintiff’ with your below-average handwriting.

“We can agree on that,” Minji replies, softly chuckling.

As the obscene display continues, you hear a sound of spitting beside your ear. A glob of bubbling liquid lands on your cock, and Minji uses her hand to lather the length with it. The sensation becomes stronger as a result; the strokes become smoother and sloppier. Your legs start to give in, trembling at her totalitarian touch.

“Which book do you wanna spread your cum on?”

You examine the wide arrays of law-related books as you’re getting close. Her hand feels so warm and wet from her spit. The flame burning in your body is so strong that you just can’t think straight anymore, so you just place your iPad on the shelf and grab a supposedly old book in front of you and open the page in the middle. It’s something about taxes.

“I’ve masturbated to that,” Minji jokes, and you can’t help but to laugh. She quickens her pace, so eager to paint the pages with your white cum. The wet sound becomes louder and louder as you get close.

And you see nothing but stars.

When you cum, your entire body thrashes and writhes in Minji’s embrace, cock spurting out ropes and ropes of semen onto the pages of the poor book. Minji lets go of your balls to cover your mouth, suppressing your filthy moans from echoing all over the floor. You hear her giggle softly as you falter, struggling to stand up straight. You’re completely hers, under full ownership of Kim Minji.

You slowly come down from your orgasm. What you see now is the book being painted so generously with your nectar and her salacious hand on your cock, still trying to coax the last drops of your cum onto the pages. The ugly sound of her damp strokes rings in your ear. It’s an obscene sight.

“Ah, fuck, Minji,” you rasp, trying to catch your breath. “I’m already out of cum–ugh.”

“University’s library next?” Minji asks, wiping the last of your essence from your slit.

You stammer, “Definitely–ugh–maybe.”