Newly Learned Etiquette - Underwear Like a Whore
From the moment she stepped into the house, Roberta was now officially Hyeonju's guest.
Hyeonju, having brought Roberta inside, first informed Oppa, then led her to her own room to help her change into something more comfortable. But...
"...What the hell is this? How come there's not a single proper outfit here?"
"Uh, well... I'm sorry."
At Hyeonju's voice of utter astonishment, sweat beaded on Roberta's forehead. She didn't know the details, but her instincts told her she'd violated some unspoken cultural taboo of this country.
There were no real issues with the dozens of garments Roberta had brought. Even as a princess, she had plenty of casual everyday clothes beyond her official wardrobe. She'd carefully selected those to bring—and that was precisely the problem.
"Well, how should I put it... If this were anywhere else, it'd be fine to just let it slide. But this is Oppa's house. You know, the recommender for Onago High. The idea of women wearing ordinary clothes at home here? Unthinkable."
Hyeonju decided to explain it to Roberta as gently as possible. Her bratty side wanted to give the girl a good scolding, but even she lacked the nerve to snap at a foreigner she was meeting for the first time—let alone a princess.
Roberta's clothes were all top-tier luxury items, crafted from the finest fabrics. They vividly showcased the designer's struggle to embody feminine elegance, beauty, and chastity all at once. And that was exactly what made them wrong.
"In our house, women's clothes have to be straight-up pervert slut rags—or nothing at all. The basic rule is to always look ready to fuck, cock-teasing Oppa so he can pound our pussies anytime. But these... eh, maybe as an occasional treat, but for daily wear? No way."
"...I see."
Roberta eyed Hyeonju up and down. True to her word, Hyeonju was dressed in something so trashy even pro whores would weep. Her bra was reduced to bare bones, barely propping up her tits without covering a damn inch—and those fully exposed nipples had stick-on bells dangling from them, like some dairy cow on display. Fishnet stockings clung to her legs, topped off with rotors jammed into her pussy, clit, and asshole, switches flipped on. Her panties matched the bra: just a skeletal frame, leaving the toys fully visible.
Even Roberta felt a chill at the thought of Hyeonju strutting out the front door like that without a care. She hid it well, though. At first, she'd pegged it as some personal kink, but now it seemed Hyeonju was just following house rules to the letter. Prejudices really are a bad habit.
"It'll feel embarrassing at first, but once you're in this house, just think of your body as Oppa's personal cocksleeve. Makes everything easier. And hey, it's the truth."
"Yes, I'll keep that in mind!"
"Hmm... First up, we gotta check your underwear."
Hyeonju held up one of Roberta's pieces, her face twisting into a subtle grimace. Under that appraising stare—like she was judging fine art—Roberta felt a rare spike of tension.
"...These are way too tame. No sex appeal. Until we shop for new ones, go commando—no panties, no bra. Design's decent, but they don't scream 'cock-entry hole' loud enough."
"...I see."
Roberta didn't fully grasp it, but if the local expert(?) said so, it had to be gospel. She deflated a little. She'd prepared so carefully, only to hear it all missed the mark. Felt like a clueless princess now. (Well, she was one.)
Catching Roberta's downcast look, Hyeonju paused, then yanked open a drawer and grabbed scissors.
"Hmm... This is kinda cheating, but desperate times."
She dove right in, snipping away at Roberta's underwear with reckless abandon. It looked brutal at first, but the results were surprisingly tidy. Handing a pair back, she told Roberta to try it on—and Roberta stripped right there to comply.
"Ah... It's got a heart-shaped cutout!"
"Temporary fix, but beats nothing. Whaddya think? Not bad, huh? Not pro work, but slap a heart hole in the crotch, and boom—instant cock-addicted pussy bitch vibe. Mod your panties like this for now. Later, we'll loop in Oppa for stuff to his taste."
"Really, I don't know how to thank you for going this far."
"Psh, it's nothing."
Hyeonju scratched her cheek, a bit flustered, then pivoted to the next topic.
"You said you barely masturbate, right? No dedicated toys, then?"
"No, nothing like that..."
"Hmm... I've got spares galore. Take these. You'll need 'em tons—for pussy training or whatever. Better get comfy early. Ultimate goal: flip a switch, and your toy cunt climaxes on command."
"I see..."
Roberta nodded eagerly, absorbing the lessons, then shot Hyeonju a sly glance.
"So, Hyeonju-ssi, you've been getting your pussy trained by Oppa your whole life?"
"Ah... Truth is, Oppa's such a slacker. Serious training only kicked off a few months ago. Still, I've gotten plenty, if I do say so."
"I see. So, how far along is your pussy's development?"
Roberta's eyes sparkled with innocent curiosity. Hard to disappoint a look like that.
Hyeonju cleared her throat, thrust out her chest proudly.
"Lemme see... Yeah. After Oppa designated me his dedicated toilet, he popped my cherry. Steady solo fapping and his training ramped up my bitch levels... Uh, cock. Oppa's cock, got it?"
"C-cock... Yes..."
Roberta mumbled the word, cheeks flushing. Hyeonju couldn't fathom the shyness over something so basic—cultural thing, probably. Whatever.
"Oppa's cock reeks hardcore, y'know? Bad way. Pussies wash it daily, but the musk is nose-curling. Still, he shoves it in my mouth nonstop. Hated it at first—so filthy, sucking dick and all. But training stuck, and now that dirty stench feels good. Just mouthing it triggers a light orgasm."
"R-really?"
"Yup. My body's straight-up Oppa's toy now. Brain's 24/7 on his training. He doesn't use me every time—he's got too many holes—but mine gets extra play. Guy's got a conscience."
"......"
Roberta mulled it over as Hyeonju spoke so matter-of-factly. No bluffing—pure sincerity on her face. Meant Roberta had to hit that level someday. Thorny road ahead.
Sensing the anxiety, Hyeonju waved it off.
"No need to stress. Oppa's got training covered—just obey, and you'll morph into a total chew-toy pervert pussy bitch before you know it."
"I-is that so..."
Roberta cocked her head but went along. Chew-toy pervert pussy bitch—was that really her path? Well, she'd come for pussy lessons, so...
Hyeonju glimpsed her old self in Roberta's confusion. Just months ago, she'd felt that same disconnect. Now? Totally normal.
"Anyway, time to head down. Oppa's dick's probably throbbing already. Light virginity demo first... His tastes? Straight to womb-gasm. Brace for a new world."
Roberta gulped at the warning. Days ago, she'd never dreamed her virgin pussy would go down like this. Wanted it with someone she loved, but no turning back now.
"I-I'll do my best!"