Newly Learned Etiquette - Welcome Greeting is a Kiss
"Hello. I'm Roberta S.C. Belya, and starting today, I'll be staying at your home. It was a sudden homestay arrangement, but please don't feel burdened—just treat me like any foreigner who's come to Korea to learn about the country. I'd love to learn not just about onahole training culture, but many other things too, so please share your wonderful customs with me!"
Speaking Korean with a unique accent, Princess Roberta beamed brightly.
Hyeonju had no idea what expression to make as she faced the princess. At the very least, she needed to offer some welcoming gesture, but her confused mind made her doubt she could pull it off.
Roberta had brought only a large travel bag packed with the bare essentials—a stark simplicity for a princess moving to a new country.
Hyeonju craned her neck, scanning the surroundings for anyone behind her, but there were no bodyguards in sight to protect her. It really looked like an ordinary foreigner with no connections arriving for a homestay. Was this woman truly a princess? Hyeonju couldn't help doubting it. At least her beautiful face screamed princess.
"Uh, um... welcome. Your Korean is really good."
"I did my best to learn it. It'd be inconvenient if we couldn't communicate during the homestay, right?"
"Ah, yeah... sure. Um, I hope it's okay to ask this, but why'd you pick our house specifically? It's kinda weird for me to say it, but we're super ordinary—nothing special for a princess to learn from."
"Hehe, no need to call me princess. Here, I'm just Roberta. And what do you mean there's nothing to learn? I heard this house has the recommender for Korea's one-and-only Ona High School, the onahole specialized high school. What better experience than observing someone like that up close? Everything I learn from them will be the foundation for our Laputa Kingdom."
Roberta spoke with a serious expression. Hyeonju had no clue what to say. Sure, her oppa was listed as Ona High's recommender, but was he really someone a princess needed to come learn from personally? No way. He just lounged around at home all day, fucking pussy sluts. What was she planning to do with that?
"Oh! Princess, you're finally here! I've been waiting so long!"
As those thoughts crossed her mind, Oppa crawled out from inside the house. Her head throbbed at his cluelessness—wearing just a white tank top and shorts to greet a princess.
She opened her mouth to say something, but Oppa breezed past her, grabbed the back of Roberta's head roughly, yanked her in, and pressed his lips to hers.
"Mmm! Slurp! Mmph, mmph..."
Caught off guard by the kiss from a strange man who gripped her head, Roberta instinctively tried to push him away. But the moment her hands touched his chest, her strength melted away, replaced by an unbelievable rush of happiness that made her clitoris twitch erect in a bizarre sensation.
Ignoring her reaction, the man savored her soft lips as he pleased, exploring every corner of her mouth, coating it in his saliva until he was satisfied. Then he pulled back, opened her mouth wide, spat a thick glob of sticky spit inside, and closed it, making her savor it.
After the sudden kiss ended, the man grinned casually at Roberta.
"Hey. I'm Hyeonju's oppa—and the Ona High recommender you're looking for. I'll be homestaying you here 'til I'm bored of you, so let's get along, yeah?"
"Ah, aah... so you're the famous Ona High recommender. Hello, I'm Roberta S.C. Belya. Um, what was that kiss just now supposed to mean...? I didn't hate it at all, though..."
"Yeah. Rule in this house: any foreign girl who visits has to kiss me as a welcome greeting."
"Huh? Really?"
Hyeonju was thrown by the unheard-of rule. Come to think of it, no foreign girls had ever visited before, so it could be a lie... but still, hearing Oppa say it made it hard to believe.
On the other hand,
"Oh, really! How fascinating. So it's like a kiss greeting? I thought Korea didn't have that custom, but I guess every house has its quirks."
Roberta accepted the "new culture" without a hint of discomfort. No country probably used such an intense kiss as a greeting, but her unique flexibility let her roll with it. Maybe her lack of prior knowledge made it easier.
"Alright, my greeting's done. In your country, don't you have a special greeting for when a homestay girl meets the man of the house? Show me that."
"Oh, you know so much. I thought even young people in our country barely knew that etiquette."
Seeming a bit pleased, Roberta hiked up her long skirt, exposing herself to the two in front of her. Underneath, she wore no panties—her pussy juices from the earlier kiss glistened stickily on her thighs, radiating erotic allure.
Still outside, perhaps worried about passersby, her cheeks flushed red and she looked nervous. But overcoming it, she declared in a spirited voice,
"Roberta Slut Conti Belya. Virgin pussy who's never served a man's cock. Three sizes: 89-57-82 from the top. I hardly masturbate—maybe once every one or two years. So I don't really know my preferred method... um, but I do know my clitoris feels especially good."
"Ehh?! You masturbate once every one or two years? For real? How do you even live like that? No way."
Hyeonju recoiled at Roberta's confession, staring at her like some alien creature. She couldn't comprehend that inhuman level of restraint.
Not quite as shocked, but still, Oppa offered some advice on her sex life.
"Oof, that's way too little, even for me. Got some reason you avoid it?"
"W-well... it's just... kinda vulgar and embarrassing."
"Hmm..."
Hyeonju furrowed her brows into an eight shape, twirling her hair with one hand. Weren't pussy sluts born to be vulgar and embarrassing? Avoiding masturbation for that reason was beyond her imagination.
Oppa asked Hyeonju,
"Hyeonju, how much do you masturbate in a day on average?"
"Me? Obviously more than twelve times a day. Three nipple sessions, three clit, three anal, three pussy—rotating. More if the mood hits, or none if you're using my pussy."
"T-twelve times?!"
Roberta gasped, stunned by words beyond her common sense. Hyeonju replied like it was obvious.
"Duh. Gotta masturbate diligently every day so you don't mess up serving cock. This is basic, right? If you don't prep like this, you'll pass out from pain your first time getting deflowered. And if you just faint without satisfying the guy? That's worthless as a female."
"I-I see... I had no idea..."
In Hyeonju's eyes, Roberta's status slid down a peg. She'd seemed like a mystical, noble princess, but turns out she was just a lame pussy slut who couldn't even masturbate properly. No wonder greenhouse flowers don't cut it.
"Remember that show where your mom came on and you two masturbated together? You saw how she went at it, right? Pounding her pussy like a bitch in heat. At least do that much."
"Mm... yeah. Mom looked totally different from usual—180 degrees. I get it... to be a great queen, you gotta pay attention to that too. Already learned something."
"Exactly. Your mom looks prim on the outside, but she's definitely a dog-pussy slut who goes wild with a guy. You gotta aim for that too. Right?"
"Eut... yes..."
Roberta blushed, shrinking her neck in some odd embarrassment. Every little gesture was unbearably cute. Her noble princess aura mixed with girly charm made her irresistible.
Hyeonju asked Roberta,
"But doesn't your country have this kinda culture? Every nation must have some pussy-taming basics, right?"
"Ah, well... not officially."
Finally, it clicked deep in Hyeonju's mind. No wonder a nation like that sends her to a random home for lessons. A country without pussy-taming culture must be brutally harsh. Spreading the knowledge would truly serve her people. Staying with a talented guy like Oppa made sense for that.
"Anyway, quit standing outside—come in. I'll teach a princess like you everything you're missing, nice and thorough. Got it?"
"Yes!"