Manager's Common Sense (3)
As soon as I saw the dildo, memories from the past came flooding back vividly.
In PE and arts class at school, we cover music, fine arts, and physical education—three subjects in total. They rotate week by week in that structure. Sure, they have normal-sounding names like music, fine arts, and PE, but given this world, they're obviously lessons tailored to its altered common sense.
For example, music class teaches you how to make lewd moans that get guys going. PE is all about practicing every sex position under the sun. And fine arts? On the surface, it's like real-world art class—you make stuff or draw pictures—but the subject matter is worlds apart.
My handmade dildo...
When was that? About a month ago? The art teacher—a total nutjob—ranted that any proper bitch should know how to masturbate with a dildo molded from a man's cock. Then she assigned us homework: make a dildo by taking a mold from some guy's dick nearby.
— "What do I do? I don't even have an owner yet..."
— "W-Well, no choice. Guess I'll ask my bro."
— "I'm going with Dad..."
I was mortified at first, but luckily, I had a trustworthy guy right by my side, so I finished the assignment without much hassle. If Geon-yul hadn't been there, I might've had to politely beg my little brother for a mold of his dick. The thought gave me chills.
Thankfully, making it wasn't hard. They gave each student a special mold—you just press the dick firmly into it, and you're done. Let it dry, and you get a silicone dildo that's a bit crude compared to store-bought ones, but still pretty decent.
It was an exact replica of Geon-yul's—length, girth, every curve and vein.
— "Th-This magnificent, beautiful cock... no, I should call it Cock-sama! Mind if I take this...?"
— "No way."
The art teacher happened to be a woman, and the second she grabbed the Geon-yul mold, she was drooling and fingering her pussy like mad. I'd seen plenty of depraved perverts in this world by then, so it wasn't shocking, but take it? This was molded straight from Geon-yul's dick—technically, he owned it. Why even ask me?
And obviously, Geon-yul wasn't handing his dick replica to some random female teacher he didn't know. He's picky like that. He'd even promised not to enjoy it solo without me.
"Ahem, ahem."
...Not that I'd planned to use it myself. Absolutely not.
I got the dildo back safe and sound, stashed it in my dorm room corner for a few days, and when Geon-yul spotted it by chance, I tossed it right away.
— "Isn't this... that dildo from back then?"
— "Wh-Wh-What are you thinking?! I didn't use it!! I swear!!"
— "I didn't even say you used it..."
— "Shut up! You take it! It's your dick, so you carry it around!"
Looking back, I was a bit harsh. I yelled like a guilty thief shooting the messenger, snapping at Geon-yul unfairly.
I scratched my head and fiddled with the dildo in the locker.
Yeah, definitely that one.
Now I was sure. So how'd it end up here? Geon-yul must've been heading out for soccer, caught the one I chucked at him, hesitated on what to do with it, and just shoved it in his locker.
There's a limit to carelessness...
A guy carrying a dildo around? People would stare. Sure, he was the type to toss small stuff anywhere and forget it—that was his default—but what was I supposed to do when even I couldn't remind him?
"Agh, ahhhh..."
I let out a weird moan, grabbing his gym clothes and the dildo from the locker. I'd totally forgotten the towel—that was the whole point.
Glancing nervously at the door, I backed up with gym clothes in one hand, dildo in the other, and plopped into the corner chair.
"God... this sucks... all your fault..."
I buried my nose in Geon-yul's gym clothes, inhaling deeply while rubbing my thighs nonstop. No mystery why—it was inevitable the moment I opened the locker and saw these two things. My body was already revved up from the earlier standing humiliation, soaking in his thick musk even more lewdly.
"Hah... ahhhnng..."
With practiced ease, I unhooked my bra, then gently scratched my stiff nipples through the white tee still covering my tits. The delicate tingles shot through me.
I started tugging my pants down but paused.
Is this okay...?
This locker room wasn't private. The door was open. Anyone could shove it open from outside and catch me red-handed. It locked from the outside anyway, and you needed a key—which only the coach and team captain senior had. Anyone barging in would bust me mid-masturbation.
What if... Geon-yul comes in...?
What would he think? I asked for his locker with towels to wipe my pussy juice, but instead of using one, here I was jerking off to his gym clothes scent.
But no choice. I couldn't stop. I was already spreading my legs, pussy dripping wet, prepped to shove in the Geon-yul-molded dildo.
"Don't care, can't hold back anymoreeeek...♡"
Inhaling his sweat while grinding the silicone cock over my panties and pants against my pussy—squelch. Just rubbing that girthy shaft through fabric made pussy juice gush out.
My lust-addled brain instantly justified it: It's fine to masturbate here—practice is on, no reason for anyone to pop in suddenly. Even if they forgot something, training started ages ago—they'd have grabbed it. And they'd send a manager if they needed anything.
Players or coach spotting me? Disaster. But other managers? Fine. Perverts like me—they'd get it. Might even ask to borrow the dildo. No way I'd lend it.
"It's... okay..."
Decision made, I yanked pants and panties down together. My crotch was a total flood—even I was shocked at how soaked I got.
"Slurp... slurp..."
I sucked the tip of the body-safe silicone dildo bit by bit. Partly to feel like cocksucking, mostly to lube it with spit. Even with all my juice, Geon-yul's monster cock was always a challenge. No room for slacking.
"Ngh..."
But I couldn't suck long. No salty pre-cum or glans flavor—just the uncanny texture of a real glans. Total disconnect.
Guess no replica beats the real thing.
It was molded from Geon-yul's, but a dildo was still a dildo. No cock scent, no heat, no hot cum blasting my womb at climax.
"Ngh, hnggg..."
Same with the gym clothes. They had his sweat, but not the raw male pheromones from when he pinned me naked and helpless. Lunchtime soccer sweat was fading anyway—no bed-fuck potency declaring he'd knock me up.
Wish it was his underwear instead...
Whoosh! My face burned hotter. Sniffing underwear? Pure pervert territory.
I shook my head, spread my legs wide, and without hesitation, slid the spit-soaked monster dildo into my juice-drenched bitch pussy.
"Hoooong... hooooonggg...!"
No eyes on me, so I moaned freely—ending up with weird "hoong" sounds. What even was "hoong"?
Ignoring it, I shoved deeper—squelch. Halfway in, my belly bulged. Feeling "pregnant" with Geon-yul's cock, my mouth leaked more bizarre moans.
"Eheeeek... nooo... can't go deeperreeeng...♡"
Was masturbation always this good? No—this dildo was Geon-yul's shape. No warmth, but alone, I could react honestly.
"Feels good♡ So goooood♡ Cock too biiiig♡"
I blurted everything—true or not.
"You suck everywhere else but your huge cock addicted me♡"
Lies, though. I loved everything about him—not just his size. Tall, big hands, big feet. And I wasn't cock-addicted. The thrill of saying it while jerking off amped the pleasure—forcing bullshit to heighten it.
...Might as well go all-in with fantasy.
"Ack?!" Squelch!
"Ohook♡ Ohogogok♡ G-Gonna cuuum♡"
Shifting my ass slightly backfired—the dildo plunged root-deep. My walls spasmed welcoming "Master," but I short-circuited.
"He... hehehe..."
Cervical poke turned me dumb. Tears welled; mouth agape, tongue out, drool dripping.
"Geoon-yuuulll...♡"
I slipped off the juice-slick chair, crashing to the floor—now reverse cowgirl on the upright dildo. One hand kept sniffing gym clothes; the other adjusted. No pulling it out yet.
But nipples and clit whined for attention.
"N-No choice."
Committed now. Hands off dildo, I squatted over it, toes up, bouncing my ass like cowgirl sex. Pinching nipples, rubbing clit in between. Sniffing his sweat made it feel real.
Fantasy... okay...?
Guilt nagged—jerking to Geon-yul felt wrong, like it'd shatter something inside.
But he'd jerked to me plenty, right? Me lounging defenseless nearby. Early on, my visits turned his bathroom into a flower-scented cumfest—guilty as charged.
So... I can too?
He fantasized fucking me; why couldn't I fantasize getting fucked? Even if mine was submissive...
Squelch, squelch, squelch!
I bounced relentlessly, tits and ass jiggling. Dildo pistoned my pussy endlessly. The hazy man beneath sharpened in my mind—uncannily real fantasy.
"Geon-yul, yes♡ Sorry, ngh♡ Sneaking on you while you sleep♡ Bad friend, hng♡"
No reply—just wet slaps.
"Seeing you makes me burn up♡ Not friends anymore, hngk♡ Treat me like your biiitch♡"
Glans battering my womb wrecked my words, but I bit my tongue carefully, kept talking, hips grinding.
Smack! Smack!
"N-No spanking♡ I was bad... but embarrassing♡"
Self-spanking was a reality check, but the sting pushed me near orgasm fast—red handprints blooming.
Squelch, squelch, squelch!
"Cumminggg...! Gonna squiiirt...! Sorry for cumming without permission, you pervert maso bitch♡!"
No creampie, but I was about to squirt wildly in the locker room—
Creeeak—
"Eh?"
Door opened. Too late to stop.
Squiiirt! Sploosh!
"Ahh, uwaaaaa..."
I climaxed with full squirting in front of the intruder, hiding my face—didn't want my orgasm face seen. But as one of the soccer club's three female managers, they'd know me.
What if...
Terror mixed with pounding heart.
If it's Geon-yul... what do I do...?
I know your heart—I've liked you forever, let's fuck wildly? Or blackmail plot...? Fine with Geon-yul, but anyone else? Fight back. No NTR. Never watched that crap even in my old world.
Who...?
"Tsk, tsk, tsk."
Tongue-clicking made me peek from under my hands.
"You're such a bigger bitch than me. Were you really a guy with a dick back then?"
"...Ah."
"What's with that disappointed voice?"
Not what I hoped—the familiar slutty voice. I covered my face again.