Common Sense at the Entrance Ceremony (3)
I kept staring at my friend Yoo Jin even as the entrance ceremony dragged on, and later while only the Bitch Class stayed behind to receive their supplies. I was terrified that if she slipped up even once, my sole confidant—my precious friend—might end up dead.
Yoo Jin... no, Yoo Chae-a now. To avoid any slip-ups, I'd better call her Chae-a even in my head from here on out. Anyway, Chae-a handled most things smoothly. She was already chatting with that intimidating blonde gal girl, so it looked like she'd made a friend. Lining up bitch-style was no problem either. But one thing still worried me most.
"Ah, here it comes."
The animal tail anal plug. It was designed to make bitches truly aware of their role. I couldn't wrap my head around it, but I couldn't deny it was one of the most important rules here.
"Please."
I bit my lip, cheering Chae-a on. Even though most of the guys had left the auditorium, I hung back to the end, watching the Bitch Class girls insert their anal plugs into their rear ends.
"Ah! Ahh...."
Every time Chae-a steeled herself, tensed her toes, tried to push it in, failed, and twisted her face in pain, I let out a sigh full of regret. How hard must that be? How awful? I couldn't even fathom her suffering. Keeping my male body intact when I came here felt like such a blessing now, and my pity for Chae-a swelled. Any woman who could take that thing like it was nothing had to be the weird one. Sure, you could argue the ass was familiar even as a guy back then, but that's exactly why the instinctive revulsion hit harder.
Chae-a and I—we'd both been total alpha males in our old world, never once thinking about touching the back door our whole lives. Seeing her face that trial...
"Haa...."
Just watching made me sigh helplessly. Chae-a, tears welling up as she kept trying. But she failed every time. It broke my heart seeing her panic at the thought of anyone noticing her expression. How long did I watch? The mood suddenly got rowdy, and Chae-a stood up from her spot. I was too far to hear what they were saying. As she approached, I braced myself. Even as close friends, I never imagined I'd be the one plugging her ass. She probably felt awful about coming to me directly, but I wasn't thrilled either.
"Hello, I'm Yoo Chae-a, a new Bitch Class student. I have a favor to ask, so I came over."
"A favor? What is it?"
Just as I'd taught her, Chae-a lifted her skirt, bent her legs slightly to flash her panties, and greeted me. No awkwardness at all. Damn, her acting skills are top-notch.
"I don't know what it is, but ask nicely."
"Could you help me insert the tail into my ass? This hole hasn't been developed yet, so I can't do it myself."
I stared into Chae-a's eyes, but I felt the teacher's gaze—and all the Bitch Class girls'—boring into me from afar. One mistake here, and I could get flagged as socially maladjusted. The thought dried my mouth out. Even a week ahead, every moment felt like walking a tightrope.
"This much? Piece of cake for a guy."
I answered boldly, but my vision spun. A guy's duty? Shoving an anal plug up my 15-year childhood friend's ass? Even saying it sounded absurd.
Ha, fuck....
Chae-a bent over in front of me, spreading her asshole wide. I stared at her, grateful her face was out of sight. I'd been trying to see her as my friend, not a girl, ever since realizing she'd become a woman. Admitting she was female now would screw me up—especially since I'd asked her to be my bitch. And yeah, she was gorgeous. My exact type. If she weren't my friend, who knows what I'd have done. But now I couldn't. Plus, wasn't I partly responsible for dragging her into this manga world? Leaving her to fend for herself while I fooled around with other girls felt wrong. She'd become a bitch because of me—lost her original dick and humanity—while I lived it up? That'd just look like I was mocking her.
I need to see her as a guy....
The problem? Even trying to see her as a dude made plugging her ass feel weird as hell. ...What if I just see her as a girl this once? That eased my mind a bit—and bam, my pants tented like it was waiting. My dick stood rock-hard, almost painfully. Not weird at all, really. A beauty like Chae-a spreading her cheeks, flashing pussy and ass right in my face—who wouldn't get hard? The issue was... she's my friend.
No! Wait, just this once—see her as a girl. She's just a super hot chick. A slutty girl tempting me. So....
That settled it. I opened the lube she'd brought, slathered my hands, and kneaded her pristine asshole roughly to loosen it up.
"Kyaa! Hnng...."
"Hoo."
Whoa, insane. Her moans made my erection throb like it might burst. Every time the cold lube or my fingers touched, her tiny asshole and pussy clenched and winked in alternation—way hotter than any pro porn.
"Haa, haa, ha...."
"Hnng, this, it's weird...."
Chae-a's moans grew more intense. I'd just shoved a finger into the lubed hole.
No choice here.
Not for my own pleasure. If it were, I'd have dropped trou and fucked her raw. I wasn't an anal expert, but porn, hentai, and this world's "Sex Ed for Men: How to Play with Bitches More Fun" had drilled this in.
Can't just ram a plug into an untouched hole—even with lube. Loosen gently with fingers first, then insert when it's ready. That's it.
Meanwhile, the other Bitch Class girls had all finished inserting their tail plugs but hadn't left—they were watching us. The teachers too. Made sense; this was novel. Guys here were either indifferent to girls or brutally rough. No middle ground. They probably saw me as the rare nice guy treating a stranger well. Fine, as long as it didn't look weird. My actions were spotless anyway. Teachers watched with keen interest, so no issues. I couldn't slip up now.
"Hnnng...."
After fingering her awhile, Chae-a's ass was nicely slick and sloppy. Her lewd moans signaled readiness, like a rice cooker's chime. She's probably just enduring it somehow.
Her body was slutty—sensitive as hell. Most women here were. Manga girls, after all: quick to cum, always wet. Just playing with her ass had her pussy drooling nonstop. No need to humiliate her by pointing it out; she'd die of shame. I pulled my fingers out and finally grabbed the tailed anal plug.
"Going in."
"Hrnggh...♡"
Unlike her solo tries, it slid in smooth. Chae-a squirted a gush from her pussy and moaned again. I'd taken time to prep her, so even strong stimulation—she endured. Impressive.
"Good girl. You did great."
I whispered the last bit low in her ear so no one heard, patting her back.
Pshht!
At my voice, she sprayed even more than when the plug went in, body going limp. Her breathing was ragged, like she'd just sprinted full-tilt.
...Why? Do girls' orgasms always lag a beat? No clue, but she slipped off her panties, held them in hand, and stood—wagging her puppy tail.
"Thank you."
"Yeah, now you look like a real bitch."
"See you."
...What? Why's she pissed? Did I mess up? Turning girly changed her temper too? I tilted my head, staring at her bare ass cheeks as she hurried back to the Bitch Class group, tail swishing.
Psycho bastard. Trash. What does he think his friend is? Head full of nothing but pervy shit. Thinks he can fuck anything with a hole, that alpha-male thug wannabe degenerate fucker....
I hurled every curse imaginable at Geon-yul in my head, holding back tears as I returned to my spot. Ye-rin and the bolder Bitch Class girls asked what happened, what we talked about—but I had no time to answer.
I'll grill him later. Definitely.
I knew it was tough for Geon-yul too. I got it completely. Even imagining our positions swapped, it wouldn't be easy. So I endured. I held it together through his weird polite-acting coaching, bore the lewd finger movements. Even knowing my juices were leaking everywhere... I trusted he didn't mean it that way.
But no. It wasn't.
Fine, getting fingered silly and plugged until I was dizzy, then that deep praise in my ear—but the last glimpse? Shocking.
"He got hard."
"What?"
"That guy. He got erect looking at me."
"...So? Good thing, right? Means he admits you're a super fuckable bitch. Be happy."
"...."
Ye-rin said it like I was the weird one, but Geon-yul and I knew better. We weren't supposed to get turned on by each other. Yet Kang Geon-yul got hard seeing me. His dick stiffened at the sight of me. Ready to shove it in any second.
I get it. Yeah, I do. But.
"Hey, why's your face so red? Why the tears?"
"It hurts...."
"Want more lube on the outside?"
"No, it's fine...."
I couldn't accept it. Even Kang Geon-yul—the one person in this world who truly knew me—was seeing me as a woman.