// This story is centered around the members of K-pop group LOONA. Google them for a more visual experience of this story.
For the purposes of this story, I'm making it that all the members are the same age. Technically, all members are over 18 by now, but I'm still excluding Yeojin from this since she's the maknae (youngest) and it feels too weird to have her involved in this kind of fantasy.
Feat. Hyolyn (formerly SISTAR) as the girls' teacher-in-charge. //
"So, are you ready?"
I looked up from the table I'd been leaning on. Hyolyn was watching me with a concerned expression on her face. I smiled to reassure her.
"Yea, ready as I'll ever be."
To be honest, I was unnerved by the voices I could hear from the other room beside our's. I couldn't believe I agreed to this.
"Thank you, again," Hyolyn stepped forward, putting her hands on my shoulders. "This means a lot to me. AND to these girls."
We hugged quickly before separating. Hyolyn went over to the door.
"Wait for my signal, okay?" She said, winking. I grinned and gave her a thumbs-up, and after adjusting her spectacles she entered through the door.
"Okay girls, settle down!" I heard her loud authoritative voice through the classroom walls (for a classroom she was in, and an adjoining classroom I was in too).
"Jinsol, tie your bow properly!"
Jinsol, Jinsol... which one was Jinsol?
I quickly grabbed the folder on the table behind me and began rifling through it's contents until I reached a class name list. I quickly found Jinsol's name. As I did so, I quickly skimmed through the rest of the name list.
Wong Vivi, Class 3A.
Ha Sooyoung, Class 3A.
Jo Haseul, Class 3A.
Kim Jiwoo, Class 3B.
Jeon Heejin, Class 3B.
Kim Hyunjin, Class 3B.
Park Gowon, Class3B.
Jung Jinsol, Class 3C.
Kim Jungeun, Class 3C.
Choi Yerim, Class 3C.
Son Hyejoo, Class 3C.
11 of them... that didn't seem too bad. At least I wasn't going to be getting naked in front of a full class.
Then again, I thought to myself. Getting naked in front of 11 girls isn't really any less wrong. Is it?
I thought back to the series of events that'd led me to this moment.
Hyolyn was my university friend, and we'd gotten close through the Volleyball Club (which was how she got such a fit and sun-kissed body with great proportions). We dated for a while before splitting up, but we were over that by now, and back to being good friends. She'd become a teacher at a local high school, and I became a photo-journalist for a major korean publication.
Then just last week, I'd met Hyolyn for a meal and catch-up. It went well, and we talked and laughed and drank for hours. During our shenanigans, Hyolyn brought up a new curriculum that high schools were introducing.
Calling it the Sexual Control Viability Act, the government was taking rather drastic measures to ensure that the korean youth had a greater sense of responsibility regarding sexual activities before being thrown into adulthood.
"So what we're doing," Hyolyn said with a breath smelling of soju. "Is that we're going to be bringing in a live model for the girls to have a hands-on experience with a man."
I had raised my eyebrows in disbelief.
"What do you mean by hands-on?" I'd asked.
Hyolyn laughed at my question.
"They ain't gonna be fucking, don't worry," she chuckled. "But they'll get to see the guy's dick and play with it and understand how a guy cums or something like that."
I was amazed at what I was hearing. Who would've thought South Korea would become so... progressive?
"But there's a problem," she said.
"What is it?"
"Well," Hyolyn began, before burping loudly.
"Phew, excuse me! Anyway, the dude who was supposed to be coming to my school isn't available anymore. Got hit by a car or something."
"Ouch," I said.
"Yeah, so we don't have anyone to showcase for the girls next week."
"That's a bummer."
Suddenly, I saw something click in Hyolyn's eyes, and she spun to face me with an excited expression on her face.
"I have an idea..."
So that was it. A few forms and a medical check was all that stood between me and those 11 high school girls. And here I am now; wearing nothing but a bathrobe, boxers, and waiting for Hyolyn to signal me to enter the room.
"Of course, the girls won't actually know who you are," Hyolyn had reassured me beforehand.
"You'll be wearing a mask to protect your identity."
"Oh sure, it's fine to shake my cock in front of them but my face is a no-no."
"Hey, the wise man at a nudist beach hides his face, not his dick, right?"
"I don't think that's how it works..."
I snapped back to the present. I could hear Hyolyn running through her slides with the girls, giving them the science and biology behind human sexual acts.
"So there's only going to be a handful of them, because this new programme is still in a testing phase," Hyolyn had told me previously. "I think maybe, 10 or so girls. You can handle 10 young girls, can't you?"
"That sounds legally suspicious," was my reply. But I'd read the forms that I needed to sign in order to be approved for this, and had confirmed that I was legally safe. The girls were all over the age of 18, and there would be no unprotected sexual activity between me and them. That was good enough for me.
Plus, it helped that the pay was freakin' sweet.
"And so, to help with today's lesson..." Hyolyn's voice suddenly cut through my thoughts with jarring clarity.