The Common Sense of Fellatio (2)
“Hey, aren't you being a bit rude?”
That was Geum Ye-rin tapping my back after Lewd Arts and PE class ended.
Lewd Arts and PE combined subjects like music, art, and gym into lessons tailored to this world's twisted norms. They rotated through music, art, and PE each time. Today's first session was music, where we got a handout on the twelve tips for making the hottest moans and practiced following the advice written there.
While my classmates groped their tits or plunged fingers deep into their pussies to belt out more realistic moans, I just mimed the mouth shapes. Thank God no one noticed, but with dozens of girls moaning in unison the whole class, my head felt like it was splitting open.
“...What? Why the sudden lecture on manners?”
And in the middle of all that, Geum Ye-rin picks a fight with me. I'd sensed something off earlier. She'd been shooting me these pouty glares the whole lesson, her face tinged with annoyance. I had no clue what was pissing her off.
Truth be told, she'd been her usual bubbly self when we ran into each other at registration, treating me nicely too. Sure, she'd flirted a bit with Kang Geon-yul and tried to cozy up, but that was understandable. No idea what set her off.
“Tell me what's wrong.”
From the morning pussy rice cake fiasco, to zoning out on Kang Geon-yul's head during registration, capped off by this moaning music hell—it was like a triple combo gift set of beatdowns. I wasn't in the best mood either.
“You act like you did nothing wrong. Ha, hilarious. You still don't even know what you messed up?”
“I don't. If you know, just tell me so I can fix it.”
“Hng, fine. Since you're gonna fix it, I'll tell you.”
Geum Ye-rin crossed her arms without warning, making her already huge tits stand out even more. Was it some lingering guy instinct? I fought back the urge to stare and locked eyes with her.
“Be nicer to your Owner.”
“My Owner?”
“Yeah, back at registration. You were straight-up rude as hell. Sure, no one butts into an Owner and exclusive bitch's relationship—that's common sense. But yours? Totally different story.”
“...Ah.”
“Your Owner's way too nice. People don't think, 'Oh, cool master-pet dynamic.' They think, 'That Owner's getting led around by his bitch? Weird.'”
I bit my lip and nodded. Her advice hit harder than I expected—maybe even crucial.
Come to think of it, ever since signing the exclusive bitch contract, I'd stopped watching my surroundings.
'Once you're bound, he's got full rights over me anyway.'
So I could slack off a bit, and he'd cover for me... Total lazy mistake.
It wasn't just a lack of caution. Yesterday's first sex with Kang Geon-yul, getting caught mid-insertion masturbation with the bathroom wall turning transparent while I squatted squeezing out cum, the pussy rice cake debacle—stacks of humiliations piling up into massive stress, making me forget to be careful in public.
“You're right. I'll watch it from now on.”
“Sigh, yeah. It's not your fault. You wanna be a good bitch, but being a girl means you screw up and botch it every time.”
“I-Is... that it?”
“Yup. But you can make up for it in Caressing Studies later, right? You're demoing today too—if you nail it, your Owner will love you up again for sure.”
“Ah, a-ah... Caressing Studies...”
Just when I thought I'd cleared one hurdle, another loomed. Arts and PE ran longer than regular classes, but school didn't end after one. Lunch, then boss-level Caressing Studies awaited.
“What do you even learn in Caressing?”
“Simple. Probably basics like handjobs, fellatio, paizuri, that stuff. Endless list, so first-years get the fundamentals.”
“B-Basics...”
Handjob's fine—I'd done it. But fellatio? Paizuri? No way I could picture it. Sucking a guy's dick in my mouth? Rubbing it between my tits? Did that really feel that good?
“Sigh, guess no helping it.”
“That's why I'm saying cut the sighing. People'll think you're antisocial. Elite bitch who snagged an Owner on day one? Laughable.”
“...Thanks for the advice.”
Fellatio, huh. Even more repulsive than paizuri. Fancy name for just cock-sucking. And not just sucking—if Kang Geon-yul came in my mouth and I had to swallow? Brutal.
Sure, Sweet Cum made it taste and smell good, but instinctual revulsion lingered. A deep disgust welled up—if I wasn't careful, I'd choke during the demo and screw up big time.
“What, scared 'cause it's a fellatio demo?”
“Yeah, honestly... I haven't sucked Owner's dick yet.”
“Hng, fair. Cheap onaholes and toilet meats sometimes never get their mouths used—pussies are more efficient. But bitches like us? Gotta train mouth-pussies too.”
“So practice is mandatory, huh.”
“Yup. Bet you can squeeze in some before the demo.”
I tilted my head. Fellatio practice?
“Like buying a banana or something?”
“Banana works, cucumber or carrot too. Best is a dedicated fellatio dildo—got one?”
“Well...”
Mom had sent one in my luggage, but I'd tossed it. Regret it now? Or lucky it was gone?
“If you've never done fellatio, the scariest part's gotta be the facial—no, mouth cumshot.”
“Yeah, mouth cumshots freak me out most.”
“Totally. Worry about spilling it, or coughing and spitting—disaster.”
“...Y-Yeah.”
Geum Ye-rin grinned and grabbed my wrist.
“To the cafeteria!”
The school cafeteria opens at lunch, filling hungry students' bellies with hearty, nutritious meals. Menus are planned by pro nutritionist teachers, always tasty, super popular.
“Th-The cafeteria?”
But I never went. It was open yesterday too, but I skipped lunch. Simple reason.
'The rules are nightmare fuel.'
Males first: Free meals, one condition.
“Yeah! You can guzzle guys' cum all you want! Perfect to kill your aversion!”
The condition? Supply cum to the girls. Pay up or comply. Women classes excluded—other girls crawl under tables, set trays on the floor, eat cum first, then food. A guy's load is your meal ticket.
Dudes eat comfy while busting nuts; girls get their fave cum. Win-win, right? That's the logic behind this hellish system our principal cooked up.
'Insane.'
To normal me? Pure horror. Starting with cum as an appetizer before eating? And not everyone has Sweet Cum—raw loads too.
But ignoring that, Geum Ye-rin's idea nailed it. Here, I could desensitize to mouth cumshots and fellatio fears. Screw up in front of dozens in the demo? Scorn city. But in this chaotic cafeteria din? No one notices a few coughs.
One thing she overlooked, though: I'm Kang Geon-yul's exclusive bitch.
“But Ye-rin, I'm his dedicated bitch—no sucking other guys without permission, even here...”
“No worries on that!”
A way bigger guy stepped out from behind her.
“You call? Lunch time?”
“Geon-yul...?”
Geum Ye-rin shot me a smug look. Like, 'See? I got you.'