Chapter 23: Pussy Slaps Are the Answer for a Bitch Who Crosses the Line
"Ughhh..."
It was the worst possible timing. Was it fate that they always ran into each other at moments like this? Enemies on a single log bridge, indeed.
Hyeonju's mood soured in an instant, but oblivious to that, Oppa and Mira ignored her completely and started chatting away.
"Heading home, Oppa?"
"Yeah, pretty much. And you, Mira? Already racked up a bunch of rounds? School's only been out for less than two hours."
"Ehehe. You know it."
Mira smiled shyly yet proudly, shaking her hips to make the condom belt hanging from her waist jingle and sway. A blatant display of her prowess. Utterly revolting.
Even Mira knew better than to go full slut-mode outside school like during sex practice class. Her white uniform shirt had at least the belly buttons fastened, and a leopard-print mini bra modestly covered her nipples. A skirt so short it barely reached her pussy draped over her hips, with a belt dangling six cum-filled condoms below it. Even the slightest movement made the condoms and skirt flap around, boldly flaunting her sluttiness.
These onahole bitches couldn't live without parading themselves like this. They got itchy if they didn't flaunt it even a little. Sucking off six guys in under two hours? Impressive.
"Believe it or not, I'm the ace of the compensated dating class. You can only do this stuff while you're a student, so I gotta grind now. The more I hustle, the richer the school gets—and that's good for everyone, right?"
Hyeonju nearly gagged. Acting all proper about school finances in front of Oppa. Just admit you're a filthy cumrag who loves slurping cock.
"Yeah, yeah. I can tweak the school budget however I want, so your earnings are pointless anyway. But watching your lives turn into cock-sleeves for my amusement? That's fun."
"...........?? Ehehe..."
Mira's face was a blank question mark before she grinned dumbly. Hyeonju didn't catch it either, but if it was important, she'd have understood. Whatever.
"So, who were your compensated dating johns this time?"
"We learned in class that it's better to hook up with gross, trashy old dudes than hot successful ones. I used to only go for the decent ones before Onago High, but I fixed that habit. This round was with a sweaty otaku fatso and his buddies. All premature ejaculators, so super easy. And they shot huge loads anyway. Hehe."
"Good girl, good girl. Putting your lessons to work. Well done."
"Haaahhh♡ Of course, it's just what I had to do. Hiiing♥"
Oppa flicked Mira's clit in approval. She played it cool verbally, but her lips quivered in ecstasy, pussy juices drooling like a textbook pervert whore. No shame at all?
"Oh, but you didn't make excessive demands on those guys, right? Can't praise you if you did."
"What are you talking about? I'm the ace, remember? Proper compensated dating mindset all the way. Standard price: 1,000 won. No-condom creampie or any play allowed, no exceptions. Serve with genuine admiration for the man. No time limit—go till he passes out. I follow the rules... though I do get a bit intense and drain their balls dry quick."
Mira licked her lips with a playful smirk. Pure female-in-heat seduction.
"Wanna pop one quick? It's fate we met. You're special, Oppa—100% free, creampie OK. That girl cramped your style earlier, but now...?"
"Ugh, you're pissing me off. Hey, you blind or what?"
Hyeonju couldn't stand being treated like air and butt in. Mira glanced down like she was roadkill and sneered.
"Oh, you were here? Your presence is so zero I forgot. Sorry."
What bullshit. Who else in this spot radiated Hyeonju-level aura? Total intentional diss. Hyeonju glared daggers, eyes burning with enmity.
Mira snorted and turned to Oppa. "Anyway, Oppa. Is she your pet? Train her better—she's too bitchy to people. You get toilet training? See that utility pole? Piss there."
"...This bitch..."
"Oh? Dogs supposed to talk? Woof woof, bitch."
Mira was on a total power trip. Hyeonju boiled with rage, ready to unload a torrent of curses. But no need.
"Hey, don't cross the line."
"Eek?!♥"
Oppa's finger plunged into Mira's asshole. Foreign intruder in a hole not meant for entry—her back shuddered, face went blank, and she wailed in pleasure. Ass stabbed, but pussy squirt splashed Hyeonju's face.
"I let you slide 'cause you're decent onahole material, but why keep pushing it? Ruining my mood. Catfights with Hyeonju are fine, but don't overdo it—gets annoying. Got it? Don't want my dick anymore? I don't care if I never fuck you again. Replacements for trash like you are endless."
"Eek! S-sorry! I'm sorry! I won't cross the line again! I jerk off every day thinking of your cock! It's my life's hope to feel it once more—if you take that, I might die for real!"
Mira begged desperately at his harsh words. Oppa fingered her ass a bit longer, then yanked out with a pop, making her tongue-clean it spotless.
"Fine. Forgiven this time. I don't demand strict hierarchy or anything. Just know your place. Don't hassle me pointlessly. That's all—not hard, right?"
"Hnnnghh... Y-yes, Oppa... Slurp..."
"Good. But wrong is wrong—gotta punish properly. Five pussy slaps. Pussy out."
Mira spread her thighs wide, thrusting her pussy forward for punishment. The bitch receiving discipline couldn't hide her excitement, juices dripping. Lack of remorse? Nah, just female instinct. Which woman wouldn't wet for pussy slaps from Oppa?
"Count each one when I hit. Got it? Here goes."
Oppa reared back like a pendulum and swung hard, palm smacking her pussy with a wet SMACK! Juices sprayed everywhere, harmonizing with the slap. More refilled instantly.
"O-oneee♥"
Mira drooled in bliss but counted dutifully. Oppa nodded and unleashed four more in rapid succession. She overflowed with squirt but powered through the counts, savoring her punishment.
Post-slapping, her pussy was red and swollen, glistening with fresh juices top to bottom. A filthy cumrag's hole shining like that? Paradoxically pretty.
"OK. That's it for today. Never cross the line in front of me again. Gotta use Hyeonju's pussy now, so scram. Fill at least ten more condoms before home."
"Got it. Gonna be a workout."
Mira seemed a tad bummed about no dick, but shook it off, waved cheerfully, and left. Already snagging some skinny dude for compensated dating. Perks of empty-head life—quick mood swings.
"Alright, let's head home?"
"...Yeah."
Hyeonju said little, keeping her female walk toward home. Normally she'd snap at Oppa, but not today. Oppa found it odd.
"Hey, come to think of it, what I said earlier sounds fun. See that utility pole? Take a piss there."
"...I'm not even in the pussy pet class..."
Pussy pets trained for that in class, but Hyeonju felt some resistance. Still, she nudged Oppa's leg petulantly before lifting one foot by the pole and pissing. Like a male dog... Whatever.
"Suddenly so obedient? Oh, 'cause I took your side against her?"
"W-what? N-not really? Just lazy to argue every time?"
Bingo. Oppa gazed at her cutely and cranked her dildo switch to max. A reward for his good little sister—make her cum hard.
"Aaahhhnnn♡♥♥♥♥"