The Onahole Channel - Lower Half
With a heavy sigh, she pushed open the classroom door and scanned the empty seats. “...Another one of Yunjae’s delinquent crew showing up late, huh?”
Her shoulders sagged as if the weight of the world had settled there. These days, things kept happening nonstop.
She had barely finished telling him to prepare his studies more carefully, and already here she was again. After the lecture ended, she had stepped into the hallway just to check on him, the same way she always did when her favorite student started pulling these little stunts.
Finding him wasn’t even a challenge. The sharp, rhythmic noise drifting down the corridor was impossible to miss.
“Ehhh♥ Can’t stop~ It’s starting class~♥ You really have to go now, though~♥”
“Shut your mouth, you slutty little pussy. School’s important. My dick’s important. If you’re such a horny bitch, just keep your damn mouth shut and tighten that hole around me.”
The voice of Yunjae and the girl he was buried inside was crystal clear.
Obviously, to her, right now the cock in front of her face was way more urgent than whatever lecture was supposed to be happening.
Honestly, he had a point. No complaints there.
But!
“Yunjae, you’re a boy. You’re supposed to put school first, not this. What the hell are you even doing right now?”
“Ah! T-Teacher Sowol?! No way, was this class supposed to be yours?”
“What kind of excuse is that? If it had been any other teacher, I would have let you skip the whole thing.”
She grabbed his ear and yanked hard.
“Ah! Oww! W-wait! Sorry! I was wrong!”
“You’re really a handful. Every time you think you’ve improved, something else pops up. It’s annoying.”
After he’d been handed his silicone onahole back, he had actually apologized to every girl whose hole he’d disturbed during the incident. She had to admit it was impressive.
The real problem was what came after.
He kept interrupting class at the drop of a hat, sneaking off to “eat” whoever caught his eye.
“How many times do I have to say it? Stop messing with class. Are you trying to mock me?”
“Aaaah! W-wait! N-no! But the urge to just grab the horny girl who’s trying to sit in class is too strong!”
“Stop making excuses!”
He was crushing her will and forcing himself on her.
That part could be forgiven.
But turning it into something that hurts other people who aren’t even involved? That was completely unforgivable.
“Follow me. We’re going to sit through class first, and then we’ll deal with your punishment.”
“Ehehe~ Again with the after-class essay? If it’s that easy, I can write it in my sleep.”
Yunjae flashed that infuriatingly cocky grin of his.
The girl who used to act like she’d rather die than write those essays had gotten so good at it that it was almost scary.
She could have been pushing him toward something better, but instead he was just getting lazier.
‘Whatever. At least he hasn’t ruined the dorms by smuggling in another onahole, so I guess that’s something.’
Asking a human being to improve overnight was unreasonable, wasn’t it?
She was a teacher. She should have more patience with him.
“Phone confiscated. Until you’ve properly reflected, that’s that.”
“Eh?! No way! That’s too much! Teacher, please be lenient!”
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"Report on the Missing Vagina Review"
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**Sowol** watched him with a faint, satisfied smile. “If you move exactly according to my instructions, you won’t mess up the lesson.”
She told herself she was confident about that. But expecting a student to have zero room for error was asking too much.
Still, she had come all the way to the scene just in case, half-hoping, half-doubting.
It was easy for a teacher to overrate her student one moment and then suddenly undervalue him the next.
“Ah, Teacher Sowol. You’re here? Good evening.”
“You brat. If you’re going to speak, at least look me in the face. At your age, you should know how to behave properly.”
“Haha, sorry. My posture is kind of… awkward right now.”
Sowol let out a small, bitter laugh.
As a teacher she had every right to point out the rudeness, but she could clearly see that Yunjae was in no position to be worrying about manners.
“Eep— eugh— hngh— eep— heeee…”
The wet, squelching sounds coming from the girl’s core at this hour of the night sounded almost like a ghost’s mournful wail.
If anyone else heard it, it would probably be blamed on dorm roaches or something equally embarrassing. Students’ sleep would be ruined for nothing.
But what could she do? The limits of how hard you could hold back the natural noises of a satisfied pussy were clear.
“Looks like it really took. You’re properly ‘married’ now.”
Just from the way the girl was bouncing desperately on top of Yunjae’s cock, all the resentment she had once felt toward silicone onaholes had completely vanished.
For a pussy, what mattered wasn’t the past. It only cared about the cock currently buried inside it.
“Eee, I don’t know yet. Let me check first.”
—SMACK!—
She lightly slapped the girl’s bare ass, leaving a faint handprint.
The girl’s mind snapped back into focus.
“Ehee! Getting my butt spanked feels so good♥ Ah, no—no, that’s not it… W-why are you hitting me?! If you like it when someone slaps your butt, you should just say so!”
“You like it?”
Yunjae chuckled and pointed at Teacher Sowol with his chin, addressing the girl.
“The teacher I’ve been waiting for is finally here, and you haven’t even greeted her?”
“Hyut? Ah—uh… T-Teacher Sowol? I’m sorry! I didn’t notice!”
The girl quickly realized who was standing there and gave a little bow, even while her hips kept moving.
Either you choose school or you choose the cock. It was basic etiquette, the kind of thing no student should have to be taught.
Sowol didn’t bother correcting her.
“Looks like you and Yunjae have gotten pretty close, Minju. I’m sorry for calling you here like this.”
“Ah, no, it’s fine. I wasn’t waiting that long anyway.”
The way Minju spoke carried a faint note of resentment toward the “interrupter” Teacher Sowol.
Sowol noticed and felt a quiet pride in her student.
‘Hehe~ Even as late as yesterday, this girl was still fiercely rejecting his cock because she thought it was a fake. Now she’s guarding it like it might be taken away. She’s grown one step closer to being a real pussy.’
If she could have, Sowol herself would have been the one climbing onto Yunjae’s cock right then, shaking and moaning like a whore.
That was the most honest she could ever be as a pussy.
But she was both a pussy and a teacher.
She had a duty to guide her students toward something better.
That sense of responsibility was what stopped her from simply jumping on the boy and riding him senseless.
She satisfied the social demands of being a proper pussy.
And she satisfied the raw, animal urges of the body.
Caring for both at once was the difficult part of being a pussy.
“Actually, I was the one who called you here, Minju. To show you what it really means to be a pussy.”
“T-Teacher…”
Minju blinked in surprise, but her nod was strangely understanding.
She and Sowol had always kept the secret that Minju snuck out to the lounge at night. The only way Yunjae could have known and been waiting for her was if Sowol had tipped him off.
“You refused to let Yunjae fuck you, right?”
It was just a confirmation.
To Minju, it still stung like a slap.
Minju turned her head away in defiant protest.
Even so, her hips never stopped moving. She kept riding Yunjae’s cock with desperate, greedy strokes.
“So what? If a cock wants to be served, doesn’t that make it fair game?”
“That’s right. A pussy has the right not to serve a cock that doesn’t want to be served.”
Sowol agreed with Minju’s words, but she was still drawing a clear line.
“But right now, you know that privilege exists. You also know that refusing to exercise it makes you a happier pussy.”
“T-that’s…”
Of course she knew.
Minju had turned away from Yunjae’s cock because of some moral disgust.
But the moment it was forced inside her, her pussy had realized the truth in an instant.
Even a corrupted cock that valued fakes over real pussies was still a cock.
A pussy could be happy as long as it was properly filled.
She just couldn’t admit it out loud.
She had pride.
“Hmm? I’m not sure. I feel a little sorry for you, so I won’t report you. But that doesn’t mean I’ve forgiven you. Real men who have a real pussy and still rely on fakes should be taught a lesson, ehooooooo♥”
Yunjae’s sudden, playful hip thrust caught Minju completely off guard.
The moment the girl’s own pussy was forced to jerk her hips, her composure shattered.
Whether the girl was the one thrusting or the cock was thrusting on its own made all the difference.
“I didn’t know about it, Teacher, but I do know something. The flavor of real sex… silicone onaholes just can’t replicate it.”
“Oh? What flavor are you talking about?”
“The flavor of breaking and conquering a pussy that keeps rejecting you! No matter how advanced the technology, artificial onaholes can never match that.”
“I see. You’re right.”
“That’s what everyone else was talking about—the importance of the mind. Real pussies have souls and values. The best pleasure comes from conquering them.”
“Oh…”
It wasn’t the exact lesson Sowol had planned.
But if it was a path, it was a path.
The road of playing with pussies wasn’t limited to one thing.
When you were playing with pussies, the man had to be free.
He had to enjoy the raw, primal pleasure without any reservations.
If Yunjae had chosen that path as his own, she would have had to cheer him on as a teacher.
“Ah, but silicone onaholes are a different flavor. I’d like you to try it again sometime.”
“Of course. Just hand in your after-class essay first.”
“Ugh.”
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The lecture had already started, and there was still an empty seat.
Sowol sighed as she took it. “Another Yunjae incident?”
She had told him to study more carefully, but here they were again.
She had barely finished that sentence before heading to the hallway.
She didn’t even have to look far. The familiar chorus of moans led her straight to him.
Easier than Hansel and Gretel, in fact.
“Ehh~♥ Nooo~ It’s starting class~♥ You really can’t keep going like this~♥”
“Shut up, you horny bitch. School is important. My dick is important? If you’re a real pussy, then keep your mouth shut and squeeze me tighter!”
The voices of Yunjae and the girl he was fucking drifted clearly through the hallway.
To her, the cock was obviously more important than the lecture.
He had a point.
But!
“You’re a boy. You should be paying attention in class first. What are you doing right now?”
“Ah! T-Teacher Sowol?! No, wait, was this supposed to be your class?”
“What kind of attitude is that? If it had been any other teacher, I would have let you skip.”
She grabbed his ear and yanked.
“Ah! Ouch! Wait! Sorry! I was wrong!”
“You really are a problem child. Every time you think you’ve gotten better, another issue pops up.”
After getting his silicone onahole back, he had apologized to every girl he had disturbed. She had to admit it was impressive.
The real problem was that he kept interrupting class with no warning, dragging girls away like it was his right.
“How many times do I have to tell you to stop messing with class? Are you mocking me?”
“Aaaaah! No! That’s not it! The urge to fuck the girl who’s trying to sit in class is too strong!”
“No excuses!”
He was crushing her will and raping her.
That could be forgiven.
But hurting other people who weren’t even involved? That was completely unacceptable.
“Follow me. We’re going to sit through class first, then we’ll deal with your punishment.”
“Ehehe~ Again with the after-class essay? If it’s that easy, I can write it in my sleep.”
Yunjae grinned like he was proud of himself.
The girl who used to act like she’d rather die than write those essays had gotten terrifyingly good at it.
She could have pushed him in a better direction, but instead he was just getting lazier.
‘Whatever. At least he hasn’t ruined the dorms by smuggling in another onahole, so that’s fine.’
Asking a human to improve overnight was unreasonable.
She was a teacher. She had to give him more patience.
“Phone confiscated. Until you’ve properly reflected, that’s that.”
“Eh?! No way! That’s too much! Teacher, please be lenient!”
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