Chapter 17: It's Just That I Don't Want to Lose to That Slut Bitch— It's Not Like I Want Your Dick or Anything?!
"Haaaang♡ Pussy! Pussy feeeels so gooood♥"
"Uuuu... I shouldn't... but even just this toy dick is gonna make my pussy submit right away♥ Ah, nooo... c-c-cuuuummiiing♥♥♥"
Once the dildo practice began, the gym echoed with the aroused cries of bitches in heat everywhere. Some sluts squirted and came the instant they shoved the dildo into their pussies. Others seemed to hold out a bit, only to end up breathless and climaxing after just a few pistons. It was utterly pathetic.
Coming that easily could spark a guy's natural conquest vibe in positions where the man takes charge, but in this setup—where the onaholes had to show off their skills—it restricted their movements and left the guys wanting more sensation. Were they seriously this basic?
"Puhuhu, that's how the regular class sluts usually are. The girls in our Prostitute Training class don't do that at all."
"Tch..."
Mira smirked openly, sneering at Hyeonju and the regular class onaholes. Sure enough, from Hyeonju's observations, the ones cumming easily from just the dildo were mostly from the regular class. The Prostitute Training class girls might struggle a little, but they kept their hips shaking steadily through the practice. That was the difference in experience.
But if it was just pussy experience, the regular class girls shouldn't lag behind at all, right?
"Experience? Not all experience is the same—think about it. Your regular class girls just have vanilla sex and call it a day. Our Prostitute Training class is on another level—practically pros. We have to squeeze satisfaction out of picky old men with their finicky demands. You think regular class bitches can compete with that desperation? They're all trash."
The way she spat "trash" with that mocking emphasis was infuriating. What was her angle? Mind games? Hyeonju snorted and fired back.
"Oh yeah? Big deal, you're such hot shit in Prostitute Training. Why not just stick to being an ace there instead of dreaming of being my Oppa's dedicated toilet? Know your place and be happy, right?"
"W-What?!"
Hyeonju stuck her tongue out at Mira, who looked ready to slap her, then ramped up her hip movements, devouring the dildo even harder. Hyeonju's pussy technique was on par with any Prostitute Training girl—no, more stable, familiar, and mature. It screamed pro whore.
Mira noticed, her eyebrows furrowing in an inverted V. "N-Not bad?"
"Duh. This dildo's modeled after my Oppa's dick from the start. No one's eaten that cock more than me in this school. Of course I know this thing best. Though compared to the real deal, it's total garbage."
It could mimic the shape, length, and girth, but not Oppa's unique aura—that overwhelming presence designed to conquer bitches, the heat, the scent, the dominance. To Hyeonju, hooked on the real thing, this fake was just dessert.
"Oppa's giving his dick to the onahole with the best class attitude and skills anyway, right? That makes it a one-on-one showdown. Who cares if regular class sucks or Prostitute Training rocks? I'm getting that dick in the end. Not that I care about some random cock. Absolutely not pussy-horny for Oppa's dick or anything!"
She emphasized it over and over, then glared sharply across the gym stage, where Oppa was pounding the teacher doggy-style. He claimed it was to provide "visual aid" for the dildo practice girls, but to Hyeonju, it looked like he just wanted to fuck an onahole for fun.
Anyway, Hyeonju's eyes locked on Oppa's dick sliding in and out of the teacher's pussy. Drenched in her juices but still radiating full male majesty. Just thinking about it made Hyeonju's pussy throb hot. Seeing it heated the dildo like it was turning into the real Oppa cock. And that fueled Hyeonju's hipwork even more.
She shook her hips wildly, pussy gaping like she was gonna swallow the dildo root-deep—like some bird doing a mating dance. Mira couldn't just watch.
"Nngh... You get to serve your Oppa's dick at home every day anyway! Just yield this time!"
Mira sped up her pussy play to match Hyeonju. What bullshit. More dick insertions were always better for onaholes and dedicated toilets. If Oppa demanded it, fine—but yielding in a fair competition? No way.
One by one, the practicing students dropped out. Onaholes hitting stamina limits. Others passing out from overwhelming pleasure. Some giving up, realizing rewards were out of reach. In the end, only two remained in the gym, riding dildos cowgirl-style: Hyeonju and Mira.
"Whoa... impressive. Look at those hips. Real pros—not even jealous of actual whores. Mira's slated to be a Cock Hole cover model later, right? She'd crush it as a full pro too—such a waste..."
"Both have insane stamina. How do they keep going without panting? I heard iron endurance is key for top onaholes, but these girls are next level..."
"And that pussy juice. Like they have faucets down there. Dildo's soaked, and it's pooling on the floor. Wish I got that wet... Takes me forever to start with clit and nipple play."
The early dropouts started spectating the two in their fierce duel. Watching their root-deep pussy skills was educational even from afar.
Meanwhile, sensing the shift, Oppa—mid-thrust in the teacher's pussy on stage—noticed and glanced where the eyes were gathered.
"Oh? Just those two left? This'll be fun."
Oppa yanked his dick out of the teacher's pussy—cum from multiple loads and bitch juice dripping off it. He hopped down, sauntering through the crowd with swinging arms. The students gasped, making way for the recommender, eyes glued to his wet cock symbolizing conquest. No one could look away.
Oppa stood before the final two, locked in glaring hip-shaking combat. It took them a while to notice.
"Ah, Oppa... N-No, why're you here? Match isn't over."
"What kinda tone is that for your Oppa?! Unbelievable. Hey, Oppa~♥ Just wait a sec. I'll win and serve your dick properly."
Mira's voice dripped honey. Hyeonju shot her a death glare. "Hey! He's not your Oppa! Why the hell would he be?! You crazy bitch?!"
"Shut up already... What's your problem? Can't I call him Oppa? Why're you freaking out?!"
Even with Oppa right there, Hyeonju and Mira kept viciously trash-talking. Oppa chuckled in disbelief.
"Lemme see... Hyeonju's still in, fine. And you held your own against her this long? You're... Mira, right?"
".....!!! Y-Yes! Hong Mira. Y-You remember me?"
"Yeah, I do. Your pussy tasted great. Left a deep impression on my dick, so I remembered your face and name. Took you home last time, kept you three days straight, wrecked that pussy raw, yeah?"
"Y-Yes! That's right. Ahaha... You remembered..."
Mira was overwhelmed with emotion. Hyeonju, meanwhile, was dumbfounded. Oppa actually remembered this shit-rag's name? The guy who barely bothered with onahole names unless they were dedicated toilets? What made her so special?
As Hyeonju gaped, Oppa placed hands on both their clits.
"This could drag on for dozens of minutes. Guess I gotta step in. Dick goes to whoever lasts longer?"
He started rubbing both clits at once. They arched their backs, squirting pussy juice in unison—but their pussy squeezes and hipwork never faltered. Total pro moves. (Not that they were actual pros.)
But it wouldn't last. With Oppa involved, surrender could come any second. Sensing the turning point, they doubled down.
"Damn, you two are pros... Hyeonju, you'll get pampered at home anyway—why not yield? No need to go this hard."
"Fuck that! I ain't losing to this bitch♥ Oppa, last time you took her home, you didn't fuck my pussy for three days♥ I won't lose to her! Oppa's dick fits my pussy perfect♥ You don't even know!"
"Heh?"
Oppa laughed in absurdity. But Hyeonju was dead serious. Mira too. They'd endure anything for Oppa's dick. A perfect mutual understanding formed.
And the match ended in a flash.
"Nnghee♥ Nngheeee♥ C-c-c-cuuuummiiinggg♥ Mira pussy... crushed by dildo... cummiiiiiing♥♥♥♥"
Mira collapsed in her most explosive squirt yet. Her limp legs dropped her pussy hole deep onto the dildo. Hong Mira: retired.
"I-I wooo on♥ N-Now Oppa's dick is miiiine..♥"
Hyeonju slurred joy through her lolling tongue. Oppa grinned, slipped an arm under her pits, hoisted her up, and in one motion, impaled her pussy on his dick.
"Nnghoooooooo?!?!♥♥♥♥♥♥"
The sudden brutal thrust flipped Hyeonju's eyes back as she climaxed. But Oppa wasn't stopping.
"Here's your reward. Rewards taste best fresh. Right?"
Oppa shook her like a lifeless onahole toy and started pounding. The infamous standing carry fuck. The onaholes watching shuddered in awe—and envy. Someday, I wanna be treated like a tool and impaled on dick too.