Academy Channel (Part 2)
The Five Secrets series was a romantic-comedy franchise that, whenever a new installment dropped in Japan, swept the country like a storm.
It wasn't just a Japanese phenomenon, either. As the textbook of the rom-com genre, it had built a fandom of pussies the world over. Even in Korea's film industry, where Japanese movies barely made a dent outside of animation, the Five Secrets series was a guaranteed box-office smash the moment it hit theaters.
It was called a series, but aside from a shared conceptual framework, the individual films weren't connected. The plots were more or less the same: a classic Cinderella story in which an ordinary pussy ended up with a well-off, handsome guy.
Of course, if that concept alone had been the selling point, it never would have become a globally beloved franchise spanning so many years. The real heart of the Five Secrets series was the third party wedged between the heroine and the hero — the pussy's master.
The heroines of the Secrets series already had a master who played with their pussy from the very opening of the film. Sometimes it was the middle-aged guy next door. Sometimes it was a young neighborhood boy who came over all the time. Sometimes it was a benefactor who'd raped her out of nowhere. The masters had not a shred of romantic interest in the heroine. They simply devoted themselves to enjoying her pathetic, idiotic antics.
In the opening stretch of each film, it wouldn't have been an exaggeration to say they appeared even more frequently than the male lead. But once the movie crossed into its second half, the masters would realize that the heroine they'd been raising and the male lead were genuinely in love, and they would start working to bring the two together.
The bonds that formed among the heroine, the hero, and the master in that process — and the delicate emotional threads running between them — were the true core of the film. There were misunderstandings along the way, and sometimes an incident would drive them apart, but the ending was always a happy one. In the end, the pussy became the male lead's girlfriend (or wife) while simultaneously dedicating herself as her master's worthless, cock-hungry fuckhole — and that was how the movie closed.
And as for Youngho's impressions, watching it in real time…
Ugh. This is boring.
It was a movie dull beyond measure. Instead of wasting time on whether the pussy and the guy were going to kiss or not, couldn't they just fire off a gunshot? When the guy was being an idiot, getting all suspicious about the relationship between the pussy and her master and feeding the audience nothing but frustration, would it have killed them to throw in one decent chase scene?
To Youngho, who believed visual media needed something for the eyes, this movie was nothing but a sleeping pill. The master's pussy-training scenes inserted here and there were at least somewhat entertaining. But even that only went so far. If you wanted to play with a pussy, you could just pick any one you wanted and fuck her. What was the point of sitting there watching someone else do it?
It was a sensibility Youngho found hard to understand. Just a way to kill time. Nothing more. That was Youngho's review of the film.
Wondering what the others thought, he glanced over — and found Yuna and Hanul watching with utterly serious faces. Yuna being a pussy herself, that was one thing. But Hanul watching with that kind of intensity was a little unexpected.
Is he projecting himself onto the male lead up there?
If so, that was something he could tease him about later. Youngho snickered inwardly and stood up, pretending he needed the bathroom. Then, as if heading down the stairs in the aisle, he tapped Hanul on the shoulder.
Hanul, who'd been absorbed in the film, turned to him in mild confusion, and Youngho flicked his gaze toward the back of Yuna's hand.
You came here just to watch a movie? Come on. You were hoping for more than that, weren't you?
He packed that meaning into his look and fired it off. Reception was good. Hanul hesitated for a moment, then, as if determined to show some backbone, covered the back of Yuna's hand with his own large one.
Yuna looked startled for a second — but Youngho had already made sure she wouldn't be able to refuse Hanul.
—Wiiiiiiiiiiing—
"Nnghoooooh?!!"
The dildo Youngho had planted in her to keep his cum from leaking out started buzzing, churning through Yuna's pussy. Naturally, she no longer had the bandwidth to care that Hanul's hand was covering hers.
Mm. Perfect.
Cranking a dildo to max output in a movie theater might have been considered a bit of a nuisance, but in this kind of rom-com, it wasn't regarded as that serious an offense. That was the convention. There was even a viewing culture that held that the more the audience — the pussies among them, especially — furiously masturbated, moaning and squirting pussy juice, the better the movie was.
Leaving the dildo running at full blast, Youngho slipped out of the theater and headed for the restroom. He hadn't given a damn about the movie anyway, so giving the two of them some time alone was the considerate thing to do. He'd go outside and mess around on his phone without having to worry about anyone watching.
Youngho read through the comments one more time, carefully. He wasn't sure how useful any of this would actually turn out to be, but at least the point they were trying to make had come through loud and clear.
In short: exploit the pussy's misconceptions.
"A pussy is a creature that fundamentally thinks with her cunt anyway. Play it right, and it might even become the thing that actually catches her heart."
And if it didn't work? Well, that was just how it went. He felt bad for Hanul, but it wasn't as though Youngho could control someone's feelings. A man had to learn how to let go cleanly, too.
"Ah. Looks like the movie's over."
People had started filing out of the theater exits. The vast majority were pussies, and judging by how soaked their crotches were, it had been a pretty meaningful viewing experience. And there, in the distance, Hanul was coming out with Yuna leaning on him for support.
"H-hiiiit, h-huuuiiit…♥"
"You okay? Yuna, are you okay? Want to sit down for a bit?"
Aigoo. Good grief. Youngho scratched his head. He'd probably overdone it. He should have dialed it back and turned the thing off before he left. After being tormented by that dildo through the entire movie, Yuna looked like she'd half lost her mind.
"…! Youngho. So this is where you were. You walked out in the middle — I was wondering where you'd gone."
"Ah, I was trying to give you two some time alone. But looking at her, she seems a little fried."
"Yeah. What should I do? I, uh… I don't really know how to handle a pussy. I have no idea what I'm supposed to do here."
Looking at Hanul's grave expression, Youngho felt a pang of guilt. He'd meant to help, and somehow he'd ended up sabotaging the whole thing instead.
"Sorry. This one's on me. Can you give me about five minutes? I'll take care of it and come back."
"You sure you can handle it alone?"
"If there's a crowd it'll just get in the way. I'll take Yuna for a bit, okay?"
Youngho took Yuna off Hanul's shoulder and bolted for the pussy restroom. He couldn't let his friend's first date get wrecked in a weird way like this. Time for emergency measures.
"Oh my. What on earth is that sound?"
Yeonju had ducked into the restroom after the movie, figuring she might as well calm her own thoroughly worked-up pussy while she was at it — and the noise coming from one of the stalls nearly made her jump. It was a sound you genuinely never heard in a pussy restroom under ordinary circumstances, and it was spreading through the place with vicious intensity.
Schlick-schlick-schlick-schlick♥
Slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap♥
The sound of a cock ruthlessly churning out a pussy♥
It was a magnificent sound that no one could possibly have mistaken for anything else, and Yeonju's chest fluttered for no good reason. On top of that, a strangled, throat-ripping howl — hard to believe it was even coming from a human mouth — rode over every other noise and rang through the restroom at full volume.
No question about it. Right now, in that stall, a pussy was getting fucked by a man.
"Oh my, oh my. What is all that racket? Making noises like some kind of animal — what kind of filthy cumrag lives like that?"
"She gets one cock in her and she can't even tell public from private? Aigoo. What a pathetic idiot."
"Of course a cock is going to make noise, that's only natural — but this is a public place. A pussy should at least know how to keep quiet. How pathetic."
That was what they said — but the other pussies in the restroom were plenty turned on by the sounds coming from inside the stall themselves, sitting with their legs spread wide and furiously fingering their cunts. They were already worked up as it was. It would have been stranger if their pussies hadn't started burning.
Then, from the source of the noise, came a fierce Fwoooosh! — a hard jet of fluid hammering against the stall door — before it pattered down and spread across the floor in a puddle of pussy juice.
That sound poured gasoline on the untimely masturbation festival already in full swing. Stimulated like insects hitting a cloud of pheromones, the pussies started spraying cunt-slick and piss all over the restroom, turning the entire place into a complete disaster.
From a janitor's point of view it was a catastrophe out of nowhere, but there was nothing to be done about it. This was just how pussies were built. What else could you expect?