First Class Common Sense (3)
Even the classes after that stuck too faithfully to the subject name Basic Bitch Speak, to the point of being a real hassle. Since it was the first day, most of the time was spent on orientation, but even the brief topics we skimmed through left my head spinning.
"Shall we start with the basics? First up, the most precious thing to you all: cocks. Open your textbooks to page 6 and read the words there slowly, one by one."
"Cum dispenser! Baby batter injector! Discipline rod! Bitch-taming ticket!"
"Next, read aloud what it says about how to greet your owner's cock the first time you see it."
"Thank you for gracing this lowly bitch slut with your noble cock!"
Chanting along with everyone was still manageable. I could just mouth the words vaguely and blend in. Luckily, the voices of the other Bitch Class girls were loud enough that one person slacking off didn't stand out. Just look at Geum Ye-rin belting it out right next to me—she was going all out like she was desperate to catch every guy's eye.
"Hmm, then for the next line, let's have our resident bitch genius Yoo Chae-a read it first, and the rest of you follow."
"Pardon?"
"Just read the sentence exactly as it's written. Like I said earlier, put some real feeling into the tone and voice."
The Basic Bitch Speak teacher watched me with a smile that brimmed with pure madness. I shot back an equally bright, innocent grin. I'd thought that one question earlier would be the end of it, but no such luck.
Am I marked now?
She must have remembered me crystal clear. Of course, the suggestion itself was probably well-intentioned, meant to hype me up. By this world's standards, I was the abnormal one. Who'd get upset at being called a genius and lavished with praise by a teacher in a normal school? The problem was, this wasn't a normal school.
Right now, I was getting props for delivering lines that could make a guy's cock throb with rage. No matter how charitably I spun it, this was praise I—a guy just days ago—had no business hearing.
But I can't let on that I'm a total misfit in this society.
Life on the line, I swallowed my tears and read the disgusting line from the textbook. Just as the teacher advised: super realistic, vividly lifelike.
"M-Master... pound this perverted bitch pussy raw without mercy... fill this bitch womb that gets horny every time it sees your cock... with your hot cum..."
But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't match Geum Ye-rin or the other Bitch Class girls—no shameless abandon, no real heat in my pleas like I was begging to be bred. My performance had zero moans or sexy gestures, just pure hesitation.
I screwed up.
I bit my lip hard. The classroom had no Kang Geon-yul anyway, so I didn't need to worry about prying eyes no matter what. I'd held back out of fear for nothing.
Getting labeled top bitch, bitch genius, model student—that was horrifying enough. But acting like this after such titles? It'd just raise red flags for sure.
"As expected from the star pupil."
"...Pardon?"
"Maybe us bitches need to rethink our whole perspective."
The teacher suddenly turned serious, scanning the Bitch Class girls. Her grave expression made me forget my paranoia for a second and tilt my head in confusion.
"Until now, the standard line for bitches has been total devotion to your owner—fawning with every cute trick in the book, obeying every command to satisfy the men who own you."
"I-Is that wrong? To live as a bitch, you have to accept that as basic common sense..."
"No, Geum Ye-rin. The old way is still correct. But we need to consider alternatives."
The Basic Bitch Speak teacher strode over and suddenly grabbed my tits hard, shaking them up and down.
"Ah, aaak! That hurts!"
"Like Yoo Chae-a here—pretending to resist just enough to stoke that deep, hidden conquest lust and dominance urge in men? That's got its own merits."
"Pretending...?"
No, that wasn't acting—it was genuine embarrassment. I had zero intention of fooling the teacher. And why grab my tits out of nowhere?
"Sure, it runs counter to our curriculum. But it's worth knowing. Results prove the method, after all. Who knows—maybe in ten years, 'Yoo Chae-a Style Bitch Doctrine' will be in the textbooks."
"Eek..."
I grimaced along with her drawn-out words. Yoo Chae-a Style Bitch Doctrine—what a hideous name. Dodging suspicion was a relief, but this world had zero normal corners left.
"So, our model bitch genius Yoo Chae-a—let's work on a bit more enthusiasm in class from now on, limited to lesson time, of course. Gotta teach the orthodox way as your instructor. Sound good?"
"Pardon? Yes, got it! I'll do my best!"
Time was nearly up, so we barely covered any material before Basic Bitch Speak ended. Even leaving, the teacher glanced my way fondly. Maybe it was my situation, but all this attention wasn't sitting right.
"Whoa, I'm friends with a once-in-a-lifetime genius."
"Don't tease..."
"...I'm serious?"
Next was Sex Studies—of course, not the Neo-Confucian kind from the Song Dynasty, but named that way since it was basically about understanding sex. I left the classroom with Ye-rin and headed to the Sex Studies room.
"Please grace this lowly bitch slut with your cock!"
Anyway, the second we hit the hallway, a free-for-all broke out. Were they all exhibitionists? No indoor privacy—just raw public action. I squeezed my eyes shut at the sight.
Trailing blindly behind Geum Ye-rin like that, how long had it been? She stopped abruptly, and I bumped my nose into her back.
"Why stop so suddenly..."
"Hey, check it out! It's the Lust Relief Club!"
"Lust Relief Club?"
Geum Ye-rin halted and pointed into a nearby classroom. Peering through the window seemed safer than the hallway minefield, so I cracked my eyes open.
"Whoa, is she okay?!"
"Huh? Something wrong?"
"Sh-She's choking or something??"
But reality crushed my hopes. The classroom wasn't much different from the hall. Inside the room Ye-rin pointed to: one girl surrounded by rowdy guys. She was drenched head-to-toe in cum like she'd been gangbanged raw. Her once-lovely hair was matted and sticky with thick white globs. Her uniform was a wrecked mess, and her pussy was malfunctioning, squirting nonstop from between her thighs.
"Hngh, hrrk..."
Up close, she was alternating blasts of yellow piss and white semen. One guy was still pounding her hole, another shoving his cock down her throat, and some dude below choking her neck like a toy, squeezing and releasing.
"Fuck, her throat clenches so good every time you choke her."
"Pussy squeezes too, heh."
"Gkh, kghk, ghk, grrk..."
"This bitch trying to die?"
"Eh, let her go?"
Then things took an unexpected turn. The girl's face purple from near-strangulation, she broke free from the guys' brutish grips. I secretly sighed in relief.
But then—
"N-No worries♡ I'm a fresh Onahole Class recruit in the Lust Relief Club! Onaholes don't suffocate!"
Despite her fervent plea laced with desperate craving, the guys still looked annoyed.
"If you croak mid-fuck, we're on the hook for the cash. No refunds or exchanges if you break."
"Even if you die during sex, it's a solo Lust Relief Club volunteer gig—no compensation needed! So before class, use this onahole pussy to dump all your lust♡"
I couldn't believe my ears. Begging for more after that abuse? No way that vibe came from another isekai like me. Pure local.
"Total psychos, those Lust Relief Club types. Voluntarily joining a service club is one thing, but skipping every class to camp in the boys' rooms slurping cum as their life's joy? Insane."
"They skip all classes? What about grades? Rock bottom, right?"
"Duh. That's why it's mostly Onahole Class or Toilet Meat Class girls. Not that they only recruit from there—joining drops you straight to those bottom ranks naturally."
"Ugh..."
One silver lining in this fucked-up world and school: clubs were voluntary. You had to join one, but no one forced you into the wrong one. No risk of getting shoved into Lust Relief Club against my will. Especially since I'd contracted with Geon-yul—could refuse all sex demands outright.
"Hmm..."
Still, watching the Onahole Class girl in the Lust Relief Club sparked a weird thought. I narrowed my eyes as a guy's massive cock plunged in and out, her pussy making vulgar pop! sounds each time.
Does getting wrecked like that actually feel good?
"What? You haven't fucked yet?!"
"K-Keep it down! Maybe I haven't!"
"Huh... Guess I haven't either. But you've got an owner and still no dick? For real?"
I blinked wide-eyed at Ye-rin's sudden probe, then mumbled sheepishly.
"Circumstances."
"You're scared shitless, huh?"
"N-No! Well... maybe a little..."
"Your owner's a saint either way. What does he see in a lame bitch like you to contract right away? Or is he into ripening virgins?"
"No clue."
"Anyway, thank your owner every day. 'Bitches who don't spread get no food.' Never heard that wisdom? Be grateful he even feeds you."
"What kinda wisdom is that."
I pouted. She hadn't said it outright, but deep down, I shared Ye-rin's thoughts. Felt like I was leeching off Geon-yul without pulling my weight. Nailed right on the head—my chest ached.
"Anyway, show's over—let's go. I toyed with joining Lust Relief Club, but nah, too extreme. Gotta brainstorm other clubs."
"Other clubs? Like what?"
"Dunno. Drama club, dance team. Band looked fun. Gotta pick one quick, but choices suck."
I knew this from the original manhwa. Drama club girls were basically AV actresses. Dance team? Nightclub strippers. Band? Girls practiced hard but never hit the stage. Still, if I had to join one, better pick something off-script that I liked.
"Maybe soccer club."
"Soccer club?!"
"Yeah, Geon-yul... er, my owner might join too. We both like soccer. I'm not great, but..."
"Ngh, yes. Locker room sex."
"What?"
Why'd that come up?
"Halftime? Fuck strategy—dump all that pent-up lust from the first half on the team girl managers. Come back from running, reeking of sweat, pin 'em down mid-air, wall-slam 'em against ripped muscles, make 'em squeal..."
"Riiight..."
I half-listened to Ye-rin's fuck fantasies while hefting my heavy D-cups in both hands.
No intense exercise for me anymore, probably.
If I joined soccer, I'd aim for player, not manager. But could this soft, jiggly body hold up against athletic guys? Maybe manager was smarter.
Managers do team stuff too. No way they'd really use me for halftime locker romps.
I shoved down my anxiety and quickened my pace to the Sex Studies room.
"Alright, bitch genius Chae-a, read the next page."
"...The barbarian chieftain growled fiercely, ordering Lily to strip immediately. She refused, but it was futile. The chieftain tore her clothes off with his own hands, and thrilled by his primal wildness, Lily's petals soaked through, instinctively readying to welcome a male. And then..."
"Mm, Chae-a again for the next page."
"Pardon?"
Sex Studies was about reading ero-novels and watching AVs to build humanities knowledge—for bitch-level girls and below... Or so they claimed. To me, it was just more humiliation play.
Why always me?
Did the Basic Bitch Speak teacher spread rumors? The hot Sex Studies teacher kept picking on me too. Pure agony the whole class.
No more model student crap.
We wrapped up "appreciating" a classic smut novel from this world, then I moved on. Had to steel myself. Last class was Sex Ed, and Geon-yul was probably waiting with me in mind.