The Common Sense of the First Class (1)
I'm insane. This is crazy. I get handing out rice cakes as a housewarming courtesy when you move in somewhere new, but pussy rice cakes? No way I can wrap my head around that. Why the hell is a filthy custom like that even a trend? Rice cakes dipped in pussy juice! They'd taste weird as fuck, so why go out of their way to eat them?
……Actually, now that I'm calming down and thinking it through, I kinda get it. Eating the pussy rice cakes isn't the point. The act of handing them over is the polite gesture. Whether anyone actually eats them or not—and I'm betting most people don't—the courtesy is satisfied by performing that embarrassing ritual. Of course, it's just the etiquette of this world.
'What a pain in the ass.' Deep down, I wanted to tell etiquette to fuck off. Sure, it was way better than the nightmare scenario I'd imagined earlier of 'getting my pussy passed around by the seniors,' but this was weird in a slightly different way.
"……What are we gonna do?"
"Hah. What do you mean, what? We've gotta do it."
But I couldn't just skip it because I didn't want to. This wasn't some place I'd crash for a night or two before bailing; I'd be living in this dorm for about four years. No point starting off on bad terms with the neighbors right away—especially if they were thugs like that asshole senior who just left, the type who looked like they'd act like total scumbags.
I might squeak by this once, but if it kept stacking up, the seniors might get suspicious and report me.
"Let's buy some honey tteok instead."
"……But do they even sell honey tteok at school?"
"Dunno. The setting says they've got pretty much everything, so there must be a rice cake shop somewhere. Buying it now would take too long, so I'll grab some on the way back after classes end."
"Okay. That solves that…… You okay, though?"
Geon-yul's voice was thick with concern, and I grimaced on reflex. Was that even a question?
"You think I'd be okay?"
What a bizarre situation. Looking back on everything since coming to this world, I'd used my backdoor more than my front, if anything. The tail-shaped anal plug currently stuffed in me was a prime example, and outings had stopped at mere exposure play. At clothing stores or instant photo booths at the station, it was just baring skin. The wildest had been Geon-yul jerking off into me during the bitch contract, or having to walk around plugged all the time.
Of course, none of that was remotely normal, but considering this was an R-rated comic world of male supremacy with altered common sense, I'd gotten off relatively easy.
'……My pussy really hasn't been used once, huh.'
Nothing had ever gone in there, and I hadn't even touched it myself. Geum Ye-rin had advised me to train it ahead of time, but doing it solo felt scary. What if I messed up some sensitive spot? Hell, where was I even supposed to touch? No one to ask, and searching online just filled me with self-loathing, so I'd given up with a "whatever."
……And now the first thing going into my precious, pampered pussy would be honey tteok?
'This is bullshit.'
My heart was a mess, but there was nothing I could do about it right now. I sighed heavily and silently packed my bags. I had a ton to sort out since I'd be living here from now on. Couldn't afford to obsess over rice cakes and be late for first period.
"We'll think about the tteok later. Let's head to class first. Not every subject has OT today, right?"
OT—short for orientation. This "school" didn't start full classes on day one. They gave freshmen, still adjusting, a gentler intro to the lectures. But the course titles they learned during it? Total spectacles. Guess that's what you get from a school like this.
My freshly issued timetable that morning was packed with subject names too embarrassing to even say aloud.
That sparked a sudden curiosity. What was Geon-yul taking?
"Hey, Kang Geon-yul. Can I see your schedule?"
"Huh? Sure, why not. Mind if I check yours?"
"Whatever…… look if you want."
We swapped phones to peek at each other's timetables. And simultaneously yelped in shock.
"Wh-what the hell is this?!"
"Why are they so different?!"
Geon-yul was stunned by mine; I was horrified by his. His subjects looked mostly normal compared to mine.
"The boys' class is totally different. No wonder they separate by gender. How can they be this different……."
"This is insane…… What even are these?"
Geon-yul handed back my phone, jabbing at the glowing screen. Just seeing those subject names listed there made my face burn. Like it was about to burst into flames.
"Basic Onomatopoeia, Lewd PE…… I can't even say the rest. What the fuck do they teach in these?"
"Probably 'cause it's the bitch class."
My timetable had six subjects total. All bitch class girls got the exact same ones, same schedule. The bitch class had a real high school homeroom vibe among the five female ranks, so we almost never shared classes with seniors or juniors. I'd be stuck with these classmates for the next year.
'Though some might switch classes after exams next year.'
I scanned the semester's subjects again, slowly. Basic Onomatopoeia and Lewd PE, as Geon-yul mentioned. Then Sex Ethics (the study of understanding sex), Caressing Studies, Sex Studies, and finally…… Walking.
No matter how I looked, nothing seemed normal. Walking was the closest to sane, maybe. But that terrified me most. I could kinda guess the others; Walking was a total unknown.
Next, I double-checked Geon-yul's screen. Unlike mine, his brimmed with perfectly student-like, normal, wholesome subjects. It was ridiculous—bordering on deprivation.
"Hey, you the only one shocked? I am too! Why's yours so damn ordinary?"
My schedule overflowed with lewd terms. His? Boring staples from the old world—Korean, Math, English, Social Studies, Science, etc. Only one stood out as off.
"Everything but Sex Studies Observation looks fine!"
"That's what a normal school schedule should be."
"True, but……."
I already felt hard done by, and now even more so. Why did I have to deal with this shit? I chewed over the words I'd repeated endlessly since arriving in this world.
"No overlapping classes except Sex Studies, then…… If it was elective registration, we could've picked some together."
"Most of yours are bitch class only anyway, so you won't run into risky situations. No one'd dare pull shit boldly inside school. Plus, you've got the bitch collar here."
"Yeah, but……."
Geon-yul gazed at me with soulful eyes.
'What the hell, dude?'
Ugh, nearly barfed, but I held it in. He meant well, worrying about me. Fair enough—at the photo booth, I'd almost gotten gang-raped by random old dudes on a bathroom break. Now at school, we'd be apart nearly half the day every day. I was anxious too, but showing fear would just burden him more. A master-servant contract didn't mean glued at the hip 24/7.
"I'm fine, seriously. Worry about dinner instead. Sex Studies is last today anyway—we'll meet up there, right?"
"Probably. Only mixed class, for students qualified as owners…… So I'll be the sole guy observing the first-year bitch class?"
"Heh, should be fun. Lone dude in a girls' class. And since it's last, we can grab honey tteok right after……."
The conversation flowed naturally until my voice caught. A deeply unsettling thought flashed through my mind.
'Sex Studies?'
The subject was literally Sex Studies. What the hell did they teach? I wasn't stupid—with Caressing Studies right before it, I could guess. No way it was pure theory. Probably practical training with adult toys to prep for real sex, at minimum. Useful for bitch class girls, maybe, but pure horror for me.
But what did it mean for a bitch's owner to observe her class?
'No way it's not just toys…….'
No. Couldn't be. I denied it inwardly, but Geon-yul was surely thinking the same.
Nothing confirmed yet. Orientation first, then we'd know the plan.
"Anyway, see ya later. Gotta run."
"First period for me too. Let's go together."
"Huh?! Oh, uh…… Gimme a sec, bathroom break."
If Sex Studies was last, what came before? I checked the timetable again. Tuesday, first period……
Today's opener: Basic Onomatopoeia.
I was already dreading what we'd learn.