Common Sense at the Entrance Ceremony (2)
I crouched on all fours amid the packed Bitch Class students, desperately holding my spot by bumping hips for what felt like forever. Everyone had killer figures, but with their massive tits and asses, our bodies moved like molasses.
Then, out of nowhere, came the sound of someone tapping the mic, and the speakers crackled to life.
I craned my neck up as far as it would go and saw a bald old man climbing onto the stage, grabbing the stand mic. Must be the principal. Were all the students finally here? Was the ceremony starting? He wasn't about to burst into song, so this had to be the welcome address kicking off.
My body went rigid without me even realizing—nerves, probably. 'Just do what Geon-yul taught me. Nail that, and I'm good.'
Geon-yul had already warned me about the trials ahead. A mission just for us Bitch Class girls was coming up, and if I flubbed it, I'd attract the wrong kind of attention. Nothing to prep, but I steeled my mind. If it went south, he'd told me to come straight to him. I'd rather not beg if I could help it, but worst-case planning was smart.
I'd half-expected some twisted take on a welcome speech in this common-sense-altered world, but nope—pretty standard stuff. Sure, it dropped weird terms like Female Bitch Class, Bitch Class, Onahole Class, and Toilet Meat Class now and then, but otherwise, it was a snoozer.
A handsome guy who looked like a straight-A student and a poised beauty with her long, silky black hair neatly tied back took the stage together. They each got a sheet of paper, stood side by side, and recited their pledges.
"Pledge: We, the freshmen, solemnly pledge to uphold the school's rules and regulations, faithfully follow our teachers' guidance in school life, refrain from tarnishing the school's name, and contribute to our nation and the world as men. [Date], Freshman Representative Mo-beom Jun."
"Pledge: We of the Woman Class also pledge to keep advancing without pause until graduation and contribute to our nation and the world."
But the girl rep's pledge didn't stop there.
"However, Female Bitch Class students—i.e., the females—must fulfill their roles while aiding even greater men. Bitches must find an owner to take responsibility for their lives and serve them. Onaholes must diligently hone their skills to be used by men as intended. And Toilet Meat must serve as outlets for men's sexual desires and waste disposal."
"That concludes it. [Date], Freshman Representative Yeo-seong Hui."
Thunderous applause erupted. Everyone except the Toilet Meat Class girls clapped. Even us Bitch Class girls, hands planted on the floor, raised one arm and smacked our opposite wrists with a sharp crack.
And just like that, the formal ceremony wrapped without a hitch.
The doors flew open, and the boys from the chairs bolted out first in a herd.
"Man, gotta hit the bathroom."
"Wanna wait a bit? Might snag a decent Female Bitch."
"Why so eager on day one?"
"Dude, I'm horny. You guys aren't?"
"Eh, it's not like it's our first rodeo..."
Eavesdropping on the boys, a few sounded suspiciously like they might be possesseds like me. But it was just a hunch. Telling this world's native guys from possesseds wasn't easy.
"Okay, Woman Class, you're dismissed. Followed by Female Bitch Class, Onahole Class, and Toilet Meat Class. Bitch Class, you've got supplies left—put 'em on before you go."
"Supplies?"
"What supplies?"
The Bitch Class girls buzzed on all fours. Toilet Meat Class couldn't leave on their own anyway, so permission meant nothing to them. But the Onahole Class girls, ranked below us, yanked out their dildos with a pop, covered their winking pussies, and scurried out—leaving us wondering why we had to wait. With some not even cleaning up properly, the sour, tangy pussy-juice stench from the row next to mine was torture for us Bitch Class girls.
"One per bitch—no seconds..."
Mysterious boxes were handed out, one to each grumbling Bitch Class girl on the floor. They all tilted their heads upon receiving them. Most had no clue what was inside, but I'd seen the manga and heard it straight from Geon-yul, so I knew.
"Feel free to open them. Stay on all fours if it's comfy, but you don't have to."
At the teacher's words, most girls sat up comfortably. I was shocked one kept the bitch pose, but no one else batted an eye.
"Oh, what's this?"
"So prettyyy..."
"Eek! Too cute! Insane!"
"Yours is different from mine?"
The Bitch Class girls squealed in high-pitched delight upon opening their boxes, fiddling with the contents and comparing with neighbors like they'd scored cute accessories. But I couldn't wrap my head around it.
'These are anal plugs. Animal-themed ones.'
Half the class got puppy-ear headbands with puppy-tail anal plugs; the other half, cat-ear headbands with cat tails. Plus a tube of lube each. No one here would miss what that meant. When Geon-yul told me ahead of time, I'd squeezed my eyes shut, fantasizing about fleeing to some unknown nowhere. But I seemed to be the only one treating it like punishment.
"First time seeing your face. Damn cute, huh? Anyway, Chae-a, what'd you get? I got gold kitty—yours?"
"Yours is pretty too, Ye-rin. Looks like... black puppy for me."
"Adorable. Suits you perfect. Try it on."
I sat face-to-face with blonde tanned gal Geum Ye-rin, showing off our box goodies. She clearly saw the cat-tail plug as just bling.
'Not a possessed.'
No one else looked bummed out either. That's when it hit me. No good. Dangerous. I gotta squeal and fangirl like the other girls.
"Why the long face? Don't like it? Wanna swap?"
"No swaps. These are assigned based on best fit—ears, tail, even coordi. No leaving the auditorium till everyone's equipped. Hurry up."
The teacher's firm order dropped, and girls started donning headbands and tails one by one. In front of everyone, they dropped their panties, slathered lube on their back holes, and shoved in the plugs like it was nothing. Geum Ye-rin right in front of me squatted, yanked her huge ass cheeks apart, lubed up heavy, and shloop—cat tail in.
"Eep...!"
A cute squeak escaped her—not her usual husky voice, but pure female. Panting breaths, flushed face. Less horny, more scared.
"Heek, hee... Ahn, hey, check this. Tail moves on its own? Swish swish, swish swish..."
"Whoa, it does. Cool feature. So cuuute!"
"Right?! But pants—what now? Hole it? Too pricey to rip. Guess I'll go commando."
Everyone ditched panties and donned headbands. I was the only holdout. I'd put on the puppy ears, but plugging up? No courage.
"What're you doing? Get to it."
"Huh? Ahaha... I-I'm... kinda scared..."
"Scared? Of what? Never done anal?"
I nodded mutely. Geum Ye-rin stared, fascinated. Her gaze stabbed my chest.
"Freakin' rare. You could skip it, but any owner might want anal anytime—basic common sense to train it before school. What've you been doing?"
"Ahaha! Totally spaced on that, haha..."
Forcing an awkward grin to dodge social misfit vibes, a scream pierced from behind.
"Kyaa, kyaAaAaH!"
Some Bitch Class girl broke down trying solo. Mood turned to stone. Whispers erupted.
"Social misfit?"
"Not even packing monster cock, and a plug won't fit?"
"Bet she never even tried a dildo."
"From some backwoods village or what?"
The girls' savage gossip made even me shiver. I'd stripped my panties and slathered lube, but no way could I. How'd they fit something that huge? Did girls' holes have Doraemon pockets?
"Student, having trouble?"
"Y-Yes...!"
"Not a social misfit, I hope?"
The screamer stopped crying cold, shaking her head furiously. Ass high, tits squished to the floor, head bowed low.
"Nooo! I wanna be a bitch! I've lived for it! Not a misfit, I swear! I wanna find a cool, awesome owner, serve forever as subhuman bitch! Help me, please!"
She licked the old guy's shoes, shaking her ass desperately. I bit my lip watching. Tried again—didn't slide like Ye-rin's, just pain. Had to stifle a groan.
"I see your resolve. Spread 'em and face me. Anyone else suffering virgin back hole—don't hesitate, ask teachers or boys for help!"
"C-Can't girls help?"
"No! Absolutely not!"
The asker drooped, eyes down. Probably to nip yuri couples in the bud. Guess my backup plan was go-time. Size aside, instinctual revulsion blocked me.
"Ye-rin, gonna... step out a sec."
"Huh? Where? Bathroom?"
No need—this world's beauties were pristine; no cleanup for plugs. Always spotless.
"Nah, teachers are busy. Gonna ask a guy."
"F-For real? Damn, didn't peg you bold!"
"Hehe."
"Hurry back. I'll cover. Thought you were dragging—turns out big-brain move?"
Not that, no. Fuck. Begging some potbellied teacher? Hell no. Better known face.
...Right?
Puppy ears on, panties up, plug and lube in hand, I rose and headed to Geon-yul, who'd been eyeing me worriedly. Predictably, commotion.
"Where's she going?"
"Asking guys?"
"What? Ballsy!"
"Nail the right one, boom—owner day one. Smart play."
"Ah... shoulda shopped around."
"Bad luck? Bully owner. Plenty scary ones."
Some envied, some fretted my boldness. Zero mention of begging a guy to plug your ass being humiliating.
'Don't wanna think about it.'
Asking my 15-year buddy nicely to plug me? But crowd watching—no awkwardness allowed. Natural as hell. Like any Bitch Class freshman here.
Yeah... just applying lotion. No choice in asker.
"Huh? You?"
Geon-yul played stranger on sight. Chills—convincing act.
I breathed deep before him, hiked my skirt with a free hand, bent knees slight, and bowed as taught.
"Hello, Bitch Class freshman Yoo Chae-a. Got a favor to ask."
"Favor? Shoot."
Acting clueless—shameless bastard.
"Dunno what, but ask nice."
Nice?! How?!
Set everything down, turned shyly, panties to ankles, knelt, all fours, ass spread wide like Ye-rin. Mortifying—pink hole bare to Geon-yul—but polite request.
"Could you help plug this tail in my ass? Virgin hole—won't go solo."
He responded naturally to my trash pose and line.
"This? Piece of cake—man's job."