When Onaholes Get a Boyfriend, Report It Thoroughly to the Teacher! Of Course You Have to Follow It—It's Common Sense!
"A love letter? Can you explain why something like this is in school? If you give me a convincing explanation, I won't punish you. Okay?"
Jeong Hana spoke in an exceedingly gentle voice. But anyone could tell how serious the situation was. This wasn't some comic book or textbook from another school. It was the kind of incident that could lead to expulsion if mishandled.
The classroom, which had hummed with a bit of noise even during the inspection, fell deathly silent. At the center of it all, Jeong Jumin stood trembling under the suffocating pressure from her teacher, unable to utter a word. It was far too harsh for a mere high school girl.
Fortunately, Jeong Hana wasn't the type to mercilessly crush a student like that. Even if a girl had done something wrong, she was the kind of adult who calmly scolded her and guided her back to the right path. That was Hana.
With an even softer tone, Hana reassured Jumin. "It's okay. I'm not trying to expel you over this. As you know, our school doesn't outright ban dating. The issue is bringing a letter like this into school without any explanation. Especially since I'm your homeroom teacher and you didn't give me any heads-up—that could be a problem. So, tell me right now. What is this?"
Common sense dictated that an onahole having a boyfriend was a bit off. Any guy who wanted an onahole as a girlfriend had to be a pervert, no doubt. And if she hid her onahole status while playing girlfriend, that was a major issue. But the school didn't outright forbid onaholes from dating. Women who weren't dedicated toilets certainly had the right to boyfriends.
This was decided by the school's sole male member, the 'recommender.' Still, they couldn't just date anyone. There were strict regulations for onaholes dating, and men needed to know them too. In that light, Jumin not throwing away the letter or reporting it to her teacher was a huge potential problem.
"W-well, um..." Jumin finally stammered out.
"I-it's... I've known this childhood friend for a long time, and he confessed... So, I couldn't decide right there, took the letter, and then forgot about it... I'm sorry..."
"You could have reported it to me the moment you got the confession. Why didn't you?"
"................"
Jumin fell silent. She had no excuse. She probably figured if she just kept quiet and dated him secretly, no one would know—no burden on her childhood friend, as long as she zipped her lips. So, she'd be embarrassed now. All her friends followed the rules for proper dating, but here she was trying to sneak around the back door. She couldn't even face them.
A single tear rolled down Jumin's cheek. Hana gently wiped it away.
"Don't cry. We'll let this slide. You haven't even started dating properly yet, right?"
Jumin nodded. Safe for now. If she'd actually started dating without reporting it, that would be a fatal violation, but she could still claim she hadn't broken any rules yet.
"But if you decide to date him, contact me immediately. That's the rule all students at Ona High School have to follow, got it?"
"...Y-yes..." Jumin sniffled in response.
Hana turned to the class. "That's what she said. Please don't judge Jumin too harshly, everyone. Sometimes we all slip on minor principles like this. If someone reflects on their mistake and returns to the right path, showing tolerance is a virtue we should have. Understood?"
"Yes!"
No one opposed Hana's charisma and leniency. The commotion passed smoothly, thanks to her tolerant handling.
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"That scared me, huh? Who'd have thought a love letter would turn up in her bag? I seriously didn't see that coming. Why didn't she deal with it sooner? Honestly..."
During break after homeroom, heading into first period, Seong-mi whispered just loud enough for Hyeonju to hear. It was unexpected for Hyeonju too. Maybe she'd shoved it in her bag somewhere and totally forgotten. Though she didn't seem all that upset about it. Probably took it home, reread it a bunch, then rushed in the morning and accidentally brought it. Either way, since it blew over smoothly, it wasn't Hyeonju's problem.
"Anyway, a boyfriend... Hmm, just doesn't feel right. I've seen girls actually dating, but it's kinda weird, you know? An onahole in a relationship. Yeah, I know it's allowed with permission, but something still bugs me."
"Oh, really?"
"...Your reaction's kinda meh. What's up?"
Was she asking because she didn't know? Hyeonju sighed. "Would you be excited if you were me? You onaholes can at least get boyfriends, but for a dedicated toilet like me, forget boyfriends—I'm super restricted from even contacting other guys. Honestly, what you're saying just sounds like sour grapes to me."
"Ah... Sorry. I keep forgetting. Being at Ona High makes me lump you in with us onaholes. Hard to tell who's an onahole and who's a dedicated toilet."
They weren't even split into separate classes, so mix-ups happened. There weren't enough dedicated toilets to warrant special classes. Hyeonju's own 'General Onahole Class 1' had just three, including her.
"Whatever, let's prep for next class. What was first period again?"
"First period's 'Understanding Onaholes.'"
"Ughhhh... That's 100% theory, so boring... And it doesn't even apply to me much. I'm tired—maybe just sleep through it..."
Hyeonju whined, rubbing her cheek on the desk. Seong-mi giggled, finding her cute, and patted her head.
"No whining. Theory classes are easier, right? Practical ones are all cutthroat and tough, but this? Just grab the basics and you're golden. Meat toilets and onaholes are different but share roots, so it applies. Study hard, meat toilet missy."
"Ugh..."
No arguing with straight facts. Compared to 'Service,' 'Pussy Play,' 'Humiliation Training Practice,' or 'Anal Development'—classes that wrecked your body—this might be easy. Teachers scheduled it first period to ease into the day. 'Understanding Onaholes' covered onaholes mostly, but the textbook's back half had meat toilet stuff too—useful to know. Exams mattered, even if dedicated toilets' futures didn't change much based on grades.
"Fine... whatever."
Hyeonju sluggishly pulled her 'Understanding Onaholes' textbook from the drawer and plopped it on the desk. The cover showed a naked woman covered in cum sitting on a toilet, spreading her pussy wide and winking. Rumor was they hired a top model for the shoot. Look close, and you could see virgin blood seeping from her cum-soaked pussy. Clearly snapped right after her deflowering—and that slutty smile in the moment? Total pro.
She'd barely opened it when a woman entered through the front door. Yoon Su-wol. Compared to Hana, she had bigger eyes, straight bangs, and long brown hair—an adult woman. Teacher for 'Understanding Onaholes.' Unlike veteran Hana, she'd been a career woman somewhere, recruited by the 'recommender.' No teaching experience, but she nailed the job—no one complained.
Her outfit: a skin-tight pink high-leg bodysuit. It clung so perfectly her axe wound and nipples showed clearly, premium quality that could take a dick insertion through the fabric without damage.
"Morning~ Rough start today, huh? Bag checks? Stuff we did as kids, and they still do it now? Principal's so old-school."
She dove right into dissing the principal. Students chimed in with grievances. They were fed up with outdated rules too. Few teachers listened like Su-wol.
Her classes always started with venting and roasting. The subject wasn't rigorous, so it worked.
"Heh heh heh. Lots of gripes, huh? Anyone wanna transfer instead?"
No hands went up. Not obliviousness. Everyone knew no school had better vibes, despite some archaic stuff. Su-wol knew it too.
"Yeah, thought so. Can't beat this place. So think of it as a tax for the perks and vent away. Complaining's free, right?"
The room buzzed with complaints about the school's flaws and annoyances. They turned to humor, got consumed, and quieted down. If you can't avoid it, enjoy it—that was the truth here.
Once the whining died, Su-wol switched to teacher mode. "Alright, chat time over? Let's start class. Gotta hit exam pace. Where were we?"
Seong-mi shot her hand up. "Yes! Yesterday was onahole duties!"
"Got it. So, next: onahole characteristics. Flip to page 30."