Bag Checks Even in High School?
"What do you wanna do? Want me to let you copy mine?"
"It's not just some problem set—copying a whole book report would be way too obvious. Plus, I'd feel bad doing it to you. No choice, I guess. I'll just have to take the punishment."
Seong-mi looked down pityingly at Hyeonju, who was sprawled out listlessly. It seemed playing the role of her brother's dedicated toilet wasn't easy after all—Hyeonju often neglected schoolwork like this or got into scrapes because of it. Back when Seong-mi attended the same school, Hyeonju hadn't been like that. But ever since the school had been restructured into its new form, these incidents had become more frequent.
Poor thing. But on the flip side, the old Hyeonju—who'd always been half-hearted about studies, friends, family, hobbies, everything—seemed to have more life in her now. Maybe it was true that every downside came with an upside?
"It's all that bastard's fault. He keeps using me and won't leave me alone, so I don't have time for studying or homework! He's so damn useless! That fucking asshole!"
Though "that bastard" could refer to anyone, whenever Hyeonju said it, she always meant her brother. She'd always harbored resentment toward her unemployed Oppa, but back then, she'd been too timid to voice it. Now, she seemed to relish cursing him outright. Was her perception improving or worsening? It was hard to tell. And it was funny how, if anyone else badmouthed Oppa, she'd suddenly defend him, listing his good points. My brother—only I get to trash him, or something like that?
"But your Oppa using his meat toilet is his right, isn't it? You've just gotta deal with it."
"No, that's not the point! Using a meat toilet is fine, but why does he have to use me so much? We're not the only toilets at home—Mom's there too! And if he's still short, he could always grab some other onahole. It pisses me off that he doesn't! He doesn't give a damn about my other life, you know? I'm not overreacting!"
"Hmm... So you'd be happy if your Oppa never touched your pussy at all? If he just used your mom every day or rotated through other onaholes. That sound good?"
"Ugh... Th-that's different! I'm complaining about the frequency—why are you blowing it up like that?"
Hyeonju stammered in embarrassment. Even with her sharp tongue, she was no different from anyone else when it came to loving her Oppa's cock. They bickered on the surface, but their sibling bond ran deep, bringing a smile to Seong-mi's face.
"Hey, can I come over to your place sometime? While your Oppa's pounding my pussy, you could take a break too, right? Win-win for both of us."
"Wh-what? Uh... You'd have to ask Mom... She's kinda strict about that stuff..."
"Pfft, you're just jealous he'd take his dick away from you. I can see right through you."
"N-no, that's not it!"
The two bantered happily like that. Then the front door of the classroom slid open, and a classmate shouted.
"Hey! They're doing bag checks today!"
The classroom erupted in chaos at those words. As everyone knew, the gap between what high school girls thought was "okay to bring to school" and what the school allowed was vast. Having precious daily essentials confiscated by the teachers' merciless hands was too much for any girl to bear.
Most modern schools banned bag checks in the name of human rights, but this one—Onago High School—was different. As the nation's one and only onahole specialized high school, it operated under special standards that made such "invasive" inspections routine. The students grumbled endlessly, but resistance was futile.
They hurriedly pulled out bags, stuffing useless items into empty lockers or dashing to hide them in unused classrooms. Things spilled everywhere amid the frenzy, bodies bumping as they grunted—no trace of ladylike grace in sight.
But Hyeonju and Seong-mi were exceptions to the pandemonium.
"Hyeonju, got anything to hide?"
"Nah, not really. I don't carry much anyway, right? At most a rotor or textbook. You?"
"Nothing much here either. I leave textbooks at school and just carry tons of condoms and lotion. I don't get why these kids freak out over bringing 'useless' stuff. Makeup and beauty products are totally legal here anyway—what's with lugging around all that other junk? Kinda weird, huh?"
Like office ladies sipping tea while watching a snowstorm, the two sat back leisurely, surveying the mayhem. The end-of-break bell would ring soon, and the teacher would arrive. They'd better wrap it up before then, or she'd chew them out unnecessarily. Shaking their heads like it was someone else's problem.
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The bell rang, and the teacher entered shortly after. By then, most had managed to stash unnecessary items and settle down—though some wore tearful faces, unfinished and praying the storm would pass.
The teacher was, of course, a woman. No men existed among staff or students at this school. Male guests were occasionally invited for certain reasons, but only one could enter regularly.
The homeroom teacher for Hyeonju's class was Jeong Hana, a woman in her late twenties. Despite her cute name, her tall stature, long limbs, sharp nose, and piercing eyes gave off a model-like, cool, and resilient vibe that drew admiration from countless students—a charismatic high school teacher.
She wore a white dress shirt tied at the hem below her breasts, paired with hot pants clinging to her hips. The vulgar, slutty outfit contrasted sharply with her tough aura, amplifying the gap. Her pale tits peeked through the open shirt without a bra, flaunting pink nipples, while pussy hair flashed through the unzipped pants—stunningly erotic. But Hyeonju didn't care for it. It reminded her too much of her mom.
"Good morning. Did you all enjoy some tasty cocks last night?"
"Yes~!"
Jeong Hana took her place at the podium with the usual greeting. Normally, her mere presence commanded all eyes, but today a few students avoided her gaze—or her chest. Bag check jitters, no doubt.
"I'm sure the rumors have spread by now. Today, we're doing bag inspections. To check if you've brought anything unnecessary for learning—or if you've brought enough essentials. Other schools might not do this, but as proud students of the nation's one and only Onago High School, I'm confident you'll be grateful for it. We've given you plenty of time, so let's start now, shall we? Put your bags on your desks and empty everything out."
At her command, the students moved like a single organism, dumping bags and contents onto desks. Confirming all were ready, Hana clicked her high heels between the aisles, inspecting bags and items. Experienced in these checks, she didn't nitpick every detail.
"This manga? Unnecessary for school. No depictions of male-female sex, no help for studies. I won't deny hobbies, but bringing it here isn't appropriate. I'll let it slide this time—don't next time."
"A math book? Why? I get the study intent, but it's not in our onahole specialized high school curriculum... Well, if you're squeezing it in during breaks or lunch, that's fine. I'll pass on this."
She skimmed items with light commentary like that. Charismatic and cool-headed, Hana wasn't inflexible—she showed leniency within reason, overlooking minor slips. That's why she was so popular.
"...Hyeonju has no condoms? How will you handle gangbangs or orgies...? Oh, right. You're a dedicated toilet. No need then. A bit light on lotion and dildos, but that's allowable. Moving on."
"Thank you."
Being Oppa's dedicated toilet had perks—teachers cut Hyeonju more slack than others. Other girls, farther from Oppa's interests (though he remembered and used them often, just not like Hyeonju), faced stricter scrutiny from dealing with various men. Hyeonju didn't. Though it sometimes led to reverse discrimination—net zero?
The inspection went smoother than expected, thanks to the early tip-off. Just as they thought it'd pass without issue, an unexpected landmine exploded.
"...This is... a love letter?"
"...Ah..."
A chill swept the room, like icy steel piercing spines. Who was the idiot who'd dared bring such a dangerous item to school? A trembling voice from the flustered student, followed by the teacher's cold question.
"What on earth is this, Student Jumin?"