Semen Bibimbap: One Spoonful Can't Hurt!
"Ah... there are so many people. Should've come a bit later."
Like any school, Onago High School turned into a noisy chaos during lunchtime—especially in the cafeteria. Hyeonju and Seong-mi usually came late to avoid the hustle, but this time they'd arrived too early. Still, going back to the classroom for another round would be pointless, so the two girls reluctantly took their place at the end of the long line.
"What were today's side dishes again?"
"Let me see... braised pollock, soybean paste soup, and seaweed salad."
It was a lineup that made her sigh just hearing it. Maybe they should bolt for the school store instead. But oddly enough, Seong-mi didn't seem bothered—in fact, she was practically bouncing with excitement, unable to hide her anticipation. Normally, she'd be the first to complain about a rice cop menu like this. What was up with her?
"You seem pretty happy. Something good happen?"
"It's a secret~ You'll find out soon enough, so don't worry about it now."
That's what she said. Hyeonju poked Seong-mi's side, trying to coax it out of her, but her friend kept her lips sealed. It stung a little that she was keeping secrets from her bestie, but if it was coming soon anyway, there was no point pushing. Hyeonju turned away with a pout.
As she did, her eyes landed on some students from the Pussy Pet class already eating. It was obvious which class they were from—their unique way of taking meals gave it away. Regular students got their trays and sat normally to eat. But the Pussy Pet class was the exception. School rules required them to receive their food in dog bowls, place them on the floor, and eat only with their mouths while on all fours.
At first glance, it might seem discriminatory, but there was solid reasoning behind the rule that everyone accepted. Unlike other classes, these girls were destined to graduate as Pussy Pets shipped to pet shops. They were human now, but their future was as pets. It went against etiquette for mere pets to eat like humans. Even if they were human at the moment, they needed to get used to pet ways for their careers. So the school encouraged—okay, mandated—pet-style meals during lunch to prepare them.
The top students with strong Pussy Pet awareness supposedly ate that way even outside school lunch hours.
Watching them stirred a strange pity in Hyeonju.
"The Pussy Pet class must have it rough. Even eating lunch means following such strict rules. Looks exhausting."
But Seong-mi shook her head, clearly disagreeing.
"Sure, it's tough. But that's just what they have to endure. Their paths are set—they'll become Pussy Pets with no career worries. Plus, if they land a lax owner later, they might eat normally. I'm more worried about myself. No idea what career to pick... Honestly, I'm jealous of them."
"Oh, really?"
Hyeonju's casual reply must've sounded insensitive, because Seong-mi grabbed her cheek and stretched it out.
"You're jealous too, you know? Once you graduate, you'll just be your Oppa's dedicated toilet forever, right? No career stress—sounds perfect. That's why you slack on homework, huh? Yeah? Right?"
"That's not it! That jerk's the one who sticks to me like glue—I had no choice!"
"Means your Oppa loves your pussy that much. Your position as his dedicated toilet is rock-solid. So jealous."
Seong-mi let go with a wry smile. No malice, but the envy was real. Hyeonju rarely worried about this stuff (even if she wanted to, she couldn't), so maybe she'd been taking her friend's concerns too lightly.
Hyeonju decided to tread carefully.
"Is it that tough? Figuring out a career, I mean."
"Hmm... kinda. If I pick pro whore or public meat toilet, there are so many subtypes to choose from. Pros make bank, but competition's fierce—you need a unique gimmick to succeed. Public meat toilets have less rivalry and no need for fancy differentiation, but pay's lower and personal time sucks. Even then, which company or agency? For pro whore, join a brothel or turn your place into one? It's a headache."
"Wow... way more complicated than I thought. Guess I've been naive. Everyone takes this so seriously..."
"Yeah... Not just those—pussy performer or AV actress are options, but general meat toilet gigs are tough without connections. Exclusive high-class cock hole? Dream on at my level. Gotta be realistic."
Seong-mi laughed it off, but she looked genuinely troubled. Made Hyeonju think her own fate—nothing but Oppa's dedicated toilet—might actually be a blessing.
"So be nicer to your Oppa. Stop cursing him out all the time. Bluntly, you can coast like this because of him. Got it?"
"Why bring him up?! That's that, and that jerk being a moron is separate!"
Seong-mi shook her head at Hyeonju's outburst. This friend had a long way to go before truly growing up. She didn't grasp her blessed situation, wasting that gem. But it wasn't unpleasant. Seong-mi knew damn well that once a cock slid in, this girl turned into an obedient toilet instantly.
By the time their chat wrapped up, the line had shortened, and it was their turn. Hyeonju scooped meager portions, planning to grab snacks later. Seong-mi, on the other hand, piled her tray high. Weird, since it wasn't anything special. Hyeonju was puzzled but said nothing.
Only after they sat did Hyeonju understand. Seong-mi hummed cheerfully and hiked up her skirt. Underneath was a sex thong with a pussy hole—and dangling from the straps like laundry on a line were several bulging condoms stuffed full.
"What's that?"
"Yeah♥ Semen I got from gangbanging homeless guys yesterday. Hot, right? Just looking makes your pussy twitch, doesn't it? Ah... but you're Oppa's dedicated toilet, so maybe you wouldn't get it. Anyway..."
Seong-mi plucked off a condom and squirted the thick, sloshing load over her tray. The milky globs spread over rice and soup, claiming territory. Visually, it was revolting—not appetizing at all. Nauseating, even.
Undeterred, Seong-mi scooped a bite and shoveled it in.
"Huaaang♡♡♡♡ The best, the absolute best. Nothing tops semen as a seasoning. So damn good... This could conquer any rice cop menu. Mmm... pussy's heating up... Only downside? Can't masturbate right here... Gotta hit the bathroom after."
"...That tastes good?"
Hyeonju couldn't fathom it. It looked like greasy oil soup past its prime.
Seong-mi smirked down at her.
"You don't get it, huh? Sprinkle semen on any slop, and it becomes gourmet. Not knowing that? You've wasted your life. Not adult-ready yet."
"Adult or not decided by crap like this? Ridiculous. No way I could eat that. Even if it tasted good, the look kills it."
"Yeah? Imagine it's your Oppa's semen."
Oppa's semen? Hyeonju almost scoffed. Like she'd like it? Sticky, throat-raping, foul-smelling, bitter... worst. Sure, it had that pussy-stirring masculinity, and being fully tamed meant gulping it could make her horny enough for a light climax. But like it? No way.
Of course.
"Hyeonju, you're drooling. Wipe it."
"Huh!?"
Hyeonju hurriedly dabbed her sleeve at her mouth. In that brief daze, saliva had dangled, ready to drop. Embarrassing. As a high school girl.
"See? Getting it now?"
"...Nope? I hate that jerk's semen."
Hyeonju turned away like a sulky kid. But her eyes wouldn't leave Seong-mi's tray. Somehow, it didn't look that bad anymore. The milky floats were still unappealing, but something primal tugged harder. Gulp. Saliva slid down her throat.
"W-well... gotta try to know for sure, right? Challenge accepted?"
Playing reluctant, Hyeonju reached for Seong-mi's soup. Clang—Seong-mi's spoon smacked her hand.
"............................What do you think you're doing?"
"No way, can't share. It's mine. Those homeless guys hate condoms—took so much creampie begging to get these. Not giving 'em up."
"Cheater! One spoonful's no big deal!"
"You said you hate semen? Stick to your words. And you're Oppa's dedicated toilet. Can a dedicated toilet just guzzle other guys' loads without permission?"
"Ugh..."
True. A dedicated toilet drinking strange semen without owner approval? Major etiquette breach. Any girl with sense wouldn't.
"Craving semen rice? Ask your Oppa later. Got it? Suck it up this time."
"Ugh.... grrr..."
Hyeonju ground her teeth, withdrawing her spoon. Infuriating, but her friend was spot-on. No outlet for the rage. It converged on one target.
It's all that bastard's fault. Just wait. When I get home, I'll stockpile his semen in condoms. Won't let him use me at all!
And so, her baseless fury targeted her Oppa.