The Onahole Channel (2-2)
"I don't want to."
"Huh?"
People tended to gloss right over it, but a pussy refusing a cock was perfectly possible. Pussies were citizens of the Republic of Korea, no less than anyone else, and the state guaranteed their human rights. They enjoyed property rights without issue. Their bodily freedom was fully protected. So if a pussy said she didn't want to serve a cock, a man had no choice but to honor that.
Then why did people forget something so obvious?
Because it simply never happened. Because no pussy was stupid enough to kick away a chance to serve a cock.
A pussy, by her very nature, would cling to any opportunity to take a cock by any means necessary. Even selling out her own mother for a single shot at one was the kind of thing people understood, in their gut, as just what a pussy was.
Which was why, for Yunjae, this was the first rejection of his life.
"Uh — wait, wait. Did I hear that right? Say that again?"
"I said I have zero interest in letting you fuck my pussy. Why don't you go find some other one?"
The pussy glared at him with eyes gone ice-cold.
The hostility in that look had a physical edge to it. If enmity could take shape, Yunjae would already have been a shredded corpse on the floor.
"Uh, so… can I ask why?"
"What? Are you actually asking because you don't know? The whole academy already knows you're the pathetic freak who walks around with a silicone onahole. And you're asking why? Who do you take me for?"
She bared her teeth and snarled like an animal. Yunjae took a step back. One wrong word and he was fairly sure she would actually bite him.
"I'm a cock-starved bitch too, you know. If someone offered to let me have one, I'd hang on by any means I could. But a selfish piece of shit like you is the exception."
"W-what did I even do that was that bad? All I did was mess around with a fake for a bit. How did that hurt you?"
"Tsk."
She clicked her tongue, spitting contempt through her teeth.
"You. If you fucked my pussy, you'd think this, wouldn't you? Ah, this pussy is worse than the fake onahole here. This part's not bad, though. Maybe the fake is actually better? Something like that. Am I wrong?"
"Uh… well."
He couldn't exactly swear he wouldn't.
"That creeps me the hell out. If I got compared to another pussy, I could live with that. But getting measured against a thing that doesn't even have a heart? It feels like my whole life as a pussy — the entire reason I exist — is being erased. I will not stand for that. I'd rather die of sexual frustration."
She left him with that venom, cold enough to freeze a heart solid, and turned her back.
"Go find some other girl. I refuse. Not that I know if this academy even has a pussy empty-headed enough to offer herself up knowing she'll get compared to a fake onahole."
"……"
Yunjae licked his dry lips and tried asking other pussies anyway.
The result was a clean sweep of defeat. Just as the first one had said, he was already the public enemy of every pussy in the place. He had steeled himself for a certain amount of contempt — but he had never imagined it would be this naked, or this razor-sharp.
"S-so what do I do now?"
The homework was no longer the problem. At this rate he was going to be completely isolated at the academy. That fear seeped up slowly through the soles of his feet.
"So the student pussies reacted that way, did they? That's… unexpected, I suppose."
"You think so too, right, teacher?"
At this rate, carrying out the punishment Sowol had given him was going to be impossible. That was why he had reported to her — and Sowol, too, found the situation peculiar.
"I see. They may all be adults now, but from a grown woman's perspective they're still half-formed. It wouldn't be strange for moral fastidiousness — or an oversized ego — to come out as aggression toward anyone who's crossed a line. I was thinking too much like an adult."
"So what do we do, teacher? We should just call the punishment off, right? The road's completely blocked. Maybe swap it for a different one."
"……"
Sowol closed her eyes and thought for a moment, then reached a conclusion.
"No. We proceed as planned."
"What? I just told you that won't work. If the pussies won't offer themselves, how am I supposed to write a pussy review?"
"Even so, it has to be done. This isn't just about your punishment. Leaving the student pussies with that warped mindset is bad for their futures as well."
Sowol was not the kind of teacher who only scrambled to fix whatever sat in front of her. She could see further than that. No matter how justified the pretext, if a pussy got into the habit of refusing a cock, she would start measuring cocks by her own private yardstick even when it truly mattered. And that was as good as making herself miserable. As a teacher, she could not stand by and watch her students walk themselves into unhappiness.
"Haa. Then what am I supposed to do? Force them?"
"If that's what it takes. You can't skip surgery just because you don't like the pain."
"…Hold on. You mean actually force them? That's rape!"
Yunjae leapt back in horror. A teacher who would turn her male student into a criminal for the sake of her pussy students' futures. He never would have guessed!
"Heh. Don't be ridiculous. In this day and age, rape is a dead-letter law. People get accused of it, yes — but not a single person has ever managed to prove it was actually rape."
"That's not the point! Just having to stand in a courtroom at all is an insane burden for me, okay?"
There was something called the Good Samaritan law, wasn't there? The idea that you wouldn't be punished for trying to save someone, even if you caused a little harm in the process. But the fact that you still had to fight it out in court just to establish that the law even applied — that burden alone was already the problem, and the people in high places never seemed to understand that. Wasn't this the same thing?
"There's nothing to worry about. I'm a pussy myself. Trust me and do as I say. I'll take responsibility."
"…I was taught never to trust a person in power when they say they'll take responsibility."
But Yunjae already knew that Sowol was the rare kind of adult who actually would. No other choice, then. He would follow.
"So what do I do?"
"Good. First — the pussy you spoke to at the start. Who did you say she was?"
"Teacher? Teacher? Are you there? You called for me…"
Lights-out had already fallen over the dormitory; everyone else should have been in bed. A single pussy appeared at the rest pavilion beside the athletic field. The one who had summoned her was none other than Sowol — and yet, when she arrived at the meeting place, Sowol was nowhere to be seen.
"Ah, what the hell? She calls me out here and then… what now? Should I just go back?"
Still, a teacher had called her. Walking off immediately felt a little wrong. She would wait about ten minutes, and if Sowol still hadn't shown, then she would leave.
That was what she was thinking when a rustling sound came from behind her.
"Oh, teacher? You're here now—"
The shadow that came up from behind didn't let her finish the sentence. It shoved her down onto the pavilion bench.
"Hhk!? What are you— wait. You. You're that fake-onahole pervert. What the hell are you doing?!"
The moment she realized it was Yunjae on top of her, the pussy's eyes went sharp as axe-blades. It was a bewildering situation for her — but Yunjae was just as lost. He had never forced anyone in his life. Psychologically, he was the one standing lower.
Even so.
"Ah, fuck it."
He had come this far. He couldn't back down now. Yunjae pinned her jaw against the bench and lined himself up.
"Hey, stop! I told you I don't want this! I swear to god I won't let this go! I'll fucking kill you, you son of a bitch!"
Curses he had never in his life heard from a pussy came slamming into him. Yunjae shut his ears and forced his cock into her.
And with that, the rape was complete.
In the same instant, every scrap of resistance she had been putting up simply stopped.
"Nnhh!!? Ah — ahgah — ahghhh♥♥♥"
The moment his cock drove into her, the pussy gushed around him and welcomed him in. That was only natural for a pussy, and Yunjae had seen the reaction more times than he could count. But seeing the exact same response even after she had refused him — that felt strangely new.
"Y-you — you bastard~ I t-told you to stop… w-won't you let go already? P-pull it outtt!"
She tried to shove his shoulders away with both hands. There was no strength in them at all. It accomplished nothing. And when Yunjae gave her even a single thrust, her arms couldn't even keep the shape of pushing him off.
Her mouth, at least, was still vicious.
"Th-this feels disgusting! It's g-grosssss! It's annoying! Get off! God!"
What Sowol had told him that afternoon came back to him.
"Do you know why people get accused of rape, but no one is ever actually convicted of it? Because in the end, every rape finishes as consensual sex."
"Getting charged with rape in the first place is proof that a man didn't know how to handle a pussy. If he had used her properly — as a tool for making his cock feel good — she never would have slapped such an absurd charge on him and gone to court."
"Of course the courts understand all of this. So when a complaint comes in, they put the accuser and the accused in the same room and give them a week of conciliation. And as I said — there is no recorded case of it failing to end in consensual sex."
"What people call 'rape' is something pussies secretly long for. There is no pussy on earth who genuinely hates it when a man finally uses her. Believe in yourself as a cock, and use her with confidence. Understood?"
Teacher was right.
The pussy pinned beneath Yunjae was still running her mouth about how much she hated it — but her hips were moving in obedient time with his thrusts. Her legs were wrapped around his waist. Her arms were hooked around his neck. All she was doing was repeating the right words, over and over. I don't want this. I don't want this.
No one, looking at this, could possibly call it forced sex.
This is fun.
A sensation no silicone onahole could ever give him. Even if it was only an act in the end — the feeling of pinning down a pussy who didn't want it and driving his cock into her. Sowol's teaching, that an onahole had neither heart nor soul, finally reached him as something he actually knew.
It may not have been what Sowol had intended. But her lesson had truly, finally, meant something.
A little more. Maybe I'll play a little longer.