Onahole Channel (Middle)
"Aaaahn♥ Starting now, Sowol is going to teach a na~ughty student addicted to fake onaholes what a real pussy onahole tastes like♥ While you savor this filthy, dripping slut-cunt, you're going to reflect on exactly what you did wrong! Got it!"
"……."
They say a woman's transformation is never a crime.
But a metamorphosis this extreme might not quite rise to manslaughter — still, you could probably get her on negligent homicide.
"U-um. Teacher, what exactly are you doing right now?"
"Hmph. You can see it and still not understand? As you can plainly tell, I'm revealing my true nature as a low-grade cunt-girl built for easy fucking. A man ought to be able to read at least that much."
In an instant, the face of the dim-witted, lewd cunt-girl from a moment ago snapped back into the cold, intellectual face of a teacher.
It was enough to make him wonder which one was the real instructor.
"Which one is real…? Obviously both of them are me. Understand? You wouldn't know, being a man, but we cunt-girls always carry both a social self and an animal self. Ordinarily we put the social self forward — but in front of a cock, the pure, essential animal self comes out."
Whether it was an occupational hazard of being a teacher, Sowol launched into a lengthy explanation he hadn't even asked for.
"R-right. I see. It's just… the gap is so huge it caught me off guard a little."
"Hmph… the gap is huge, is it. Is that all you felt? Nothing else?"
Sowol wiggled her hips back and forth, pressing him for an answer.
It felt uncomfortably like being hit with an awkward question in the middle of class.
Yunjae forced his stalled brain into motion and answered.
"Uh, uhh… w-well, looking at that completely braindead face of yours was kind of hot."
As a rule, if you told cunt-girls they were hot, they usually liked it.
It was a half-assed calculation — and it landed perfectly.
"Hmph. At least your eyes are working properly. Yes, that's correct. That's the entertaining part. In my everyday life I do everything in my power to be a true teacher, a strict teacher, a dependable teacher. Whether I actually succeed is for you students to judge — but at the very least, my will is firm."
However — she cut herself off, then made a perfect O with her lips and flicked her tongue out, her face as vacant as could be.
It was the classic idiot look of a cunt-girl.
"Like thiiis~ just thinking about serving cock-sama gets me so in heat I don't even hesitate to put on a slutty act, I'm just a braindead cunt-bitch~♥ My pussy's throbbing because I want to suck Problem Child-kun's problem cock so baaad♡ Churp, churp, churp♥"
And then, just like that, she snapped back to the cold face again.
He had no idea which beat he was supposed to dance to.
"The more I conduct myself as an excellent teacher in ordinary times, the more violent the contrast becomes in the face I show when a cock fucks me. And men get to taste an even deeper arousal because of it."
"Y-yeah, that makes sense."
Truthfully, Yunjae was pretty turned on himself right now.
"According to reliable research, men experience especially intense pleasure when they subjugate a socially respected, capable cunt with their cock. It's basic common sense among any cunt-girl with a shred of breeding."
Sowol's breasts bounced heavily as she spoke.
"That's why we cunt-girls do everything we can to become cunts worth ravaging by men. Why do you think we cunts — who could be perfectly happy just getting our holes stuffed — pour ourselves into our studies and throw ourselves into our work? It's for men!"
"R-right."
"Could a cold silicone onahole ever hold a mindset like that? No. Absolutely not. It's nothing more than a tool. It has no heart. By comparison, we pussy onaholes have proper hearts. We have warmth. You men can play with our hearts too. We're a clear upgrade."
"Uh, ah, well… I mean, sure, but advantages aren't necessarily…"
"Quiet!"
At Sowol's sharp rebuke, Yunjae shut his mouth at once.
Sowol and Yunjae were man and cunt — but they were also student and teacher.
When it wasn't a matter of cock and cunt, Sowol's authority naturally took clear precedence.
"Silicone onaholes are competitors to cunt-girls. At the same time, they are also blasphemers. To yearn for the coldness of a silicone onahole is the same as dismissing the efforts of every cunt-girl who works herself to the bone every day building the specs to be thoroughly ravaged by men."
Having finished her speech, Sowol gave a disdainful little snort.
"Even if I say all this, you won't understand unless I explain it with my body. I'll make you understand with your body why a real pussy onahole is better than some silicone trash. Now — lie down on the bed."
"…Teacher? You're not just doing this because you want my cock, are you?"
"A single action doesn't have to come with only a single reason."
Which was basically an admission that yes, she was.
Well, that was just how cunt-girls were. Nothing worth making a special fuss over.
"Like this?"
"Yes. Don't move. I'll do the moving."
"I don't mind moving, though? I could even pin you down in a mating press if you want."
"No. You will not move. When you use a silicone onahole, you always have to shake it with your own hands, don't you? An inconvenient object if there ever was one. I'll show you that a real pussy onahole doesn't need any of that."
"……."
Sowol's will was ironclad.
With no other choice, Yunjae sprawled out on her bed and laced his hands behind his head.
Climbing on top of him, Sowol spread her pussy wide and added one more reason a real cunt beat a silicone onahole.
"I've heard that for smooth use of a silicone onahole, you have to pour in lotion and such. Don't you find that a pointless waste? With an ordinary pussy, the moment she sees a cock she goes into heat and she's ready to go. Making a man go to that much trouble — if it were a living cunt, you'd have to call it bottom-tier."
"Haa, I get it already, Teacher. Can't you just finish this quickly?"
"Hmph. Your attitude is thoroughly lacking. I wonder if you truly understand at all."
Looking down at her disciple with a cold gaze that made it clear she disliked his attitude, Sowol let out a small sigh.
In this day and age, she had never expected students to take a scolding to heart on the first try.
Anyone who genuinely believed that had flowers growing in their head.
"Feel it with your body. That fakes can never beat the real thing."
Already fully prepared without any need for lube, her pussy sucked Yunjae's cock in.
"Ahaaahn♥ Ahat, cockk, cockkk♥ Ahnn, it tastes so gooood♥"
And in that same instant, the green light for Sowol's true nature as a cunt-girl flipped on completely.
"Nngh, to think you had such a delicious, magnificent cock-sama and you were wasting it on some counterfeit onahole trash! How outrageous! You're so mean, really♡ Well? Does Teacher's pussy taste good? Does it feel good?"
"Yes, it is definitely a delicious pussy."
It wasn't just a face-saving line to get through the moment.
Whether from long training as a cunt or not, Sowol's pussy was springy and juicy and genuinely excellent.
Buoyed by her disciple's praise, Sowol's hips swayed wickedly as she put her pussy to work serving him.
It wasn't simple back-and-forth — she snapped her pelvis forward, back, left, and right in sexy little jolts, meticulously licking every erogenous zone on his cock as she fed him her cunt.
"Ngh…."
Under that intense stimulation, Yunjae unconsciously held his breath and clenched his asshole tight. If he let his guard down even a little, he was going to cum on the spot.
"Aaaahn♥ I can feel your cock twitching inside my pussy, holding back its load♥ So cuuute~ If you like pussy this much, why were you putting up with garbage counterfeits? That's a no-nooo~"
Sowol licked at Yunjae's chest like a pet dog while delivering a lecture that wasn't quite a lecture.
It felt less like a teacher addressing a kindergartener and more like a kindergartener imitating one.
"While you're at our academy~ there will always be horny cunt-girls waiting wherever Yunjae's hand can reach~ so no more fake onaholes — use proper real pussy onaholes, okay? Promise Teacher~♥"
She held out her pinky finger toward him.
At his age, being asked to pinky-swear. The damage was worse than expected. It was mortifying enough to kill him.
"F-fine. I won't use fake onaholes. I promise I won't use them at least while I'm at the academy. That's enough, right?"
"Nngh~ honestly you're not supposed to use them anywhere else either…. Fake onaholes are bad for your body. It's what touches your most precious cock — you should use natural goods with guaranteed safety. …Still, shall we start with one small step for now?"
Like quitting smoking — not by throwing every cigarette away at once, but by working through stages with nicotine patches and the like.
Yunjae couldn't quite accept that a mere silicone onahole deserved the same treatment as tobacco, but for the moment he focused on getting through the situation.
"That's a good boy, good boy. From now on, whenever your cock starts feeling heavy, you use the academy's cunts~? And of course, if you use this Teacher among them, even better♥"
Sowol's lewd eyes sparkled as she double-checked.
Yunjae had no choice but to nod.
Being unable to use the expensive onahole he'd gone to the trouble of buying for a long time was a problem — but there was nothing he could do about it.
He'd just try it out the next time he went home for a bit.
Mom's at home too, which is annoying… but I guess it can't be helped.
"Uh, Teacher? I-I think I'm about to cum."
"Oh my, are you? Then don't hesitate — just dump it all into Teacher's cum-pocket. That's what cunt-girls' wombs are for, isn't it?"
Sowol's already tight pussy clenched even harder, urging Yunjae's orgasm along.
"I hear that with a silicone onahole, once you cum you have to clean it out separately? What kind of waste is that? With a real pussy onahole, a man can cum as much as he wants and take absolutely no responsibility. Just blast it out nice and clean and leave it — the cunt-girls will clean it up themselves. Ahat♥ You just learned another way the real thing beats the fake, didn't you?"
"Y-yeah. You're right. I-I'm gonna cum now, okay?"
Into Sowol's pussy — which had turned out far higher quality than expected — Yunjae unloaded the load he'd been saving up.
Originally he'd been holding it for the day he finally got to use his top-tier onahole… but there was no helping it now.
"Aaaah♡ Aaa, it's commiiing, hot cum is sloshing into my pussyyy♥ Hi, hihih, hihiiih, I'm so happyyyyy♥"
"Hmph. It seems you've reflected properly. In that case, the lecture ends here — and now I shall administer your punishment."
"Huh? Wasn't that the end of it?"
"Of course not. If you've done wrong, you receive punishment. What I just did with my pussy service doesn't count as punishment. It was nothing more than a simple corrective measure. If you've truly reflected, you'll accept your penalty with a humble heart. Correct?"
"……."
"If you have no intention of taking your punishment, I will not return the counterfeit onahole. When unnecessary items are brought onto academy grounds, I have the authority to confiscate them until the educational program is complete."
"…Haa. Fine. What's the punishment?"
"Fuck the academy's cunt-girls and write a pussy appreciation essay. Five pages of A4 paper. And if you try the cheap trick of enlarging the font, you'll rewrite it from scratch — and the length goes up to ten pages."
"Whaaaat?!! Five pages? I mean, even one page sounds brutal!"
"If you properly savor the virtues of pussy as you write, you'll fill it easily enough. I'm not telling you to fill five pages off a single cunt, either. There's no limit on how many you fuck before you write — so if one isn't enough material, you simply use another."
Even so, brutal was still brutal.
Pussy was something you felt — if you sat there nitpicking every little flavor note while you ate it, even something delicious would start tasting bland.
"I'll give you a generous deadline, so don't take on excessive pressure. What matters is the spirit of reflection."
"Haa… understood."
It was a genuine pain, but what choice did he have.
He had been in the wrong, after all.
Annoying homework, sure — but not difficult homework.
That was what Yunjae thought at the time.
That he would slam into a wall of difficulty he never could have imagined — at that moment, Yunjae didn't spare so much as a speck of thought to the possibility.