The Princess's Figure is in Excellent Condition
"Excuse me..."
Roberta descended the stairs in a voice that barely rose above a whisper. She was dressed in much the same state as Hyeonju—essentially naked—sporting only panties with a heart-shaped cutout that Hyeonju had snipped into them, a pair of white stockings, and a single necktie. The sight of her coming down into the living room was unmistakably that of a perverted bitch in every sense. Aware of it herself, she didn't dare cover her body with her hands, but she instinctively hunched her shoulders, trying to shield her crotch and nipples in a pathetic little act of modesty.
Pathetic, sure—but cute enough to let it slide.
Hyeonju's Oppa, who had been waiting in the living room for the two women to appear, clapped his hands in delight at the princess's feminine display.
"See? My eyes never lie. I knew that woman had real talent as a pussy slut. Even stripped down to almost nothing, she doesn't lose that elegance. That's exactly what gets me hard."
"Ah, um... thank you?"
Roberta tilted her head in confusion but offered her honest thanks for the compliment. Normally, words like that would just sound like sexual harassment, but coming from someone of Oppa's stature as a recommender for Onago High, they carried real weight—a genuine compliment. It seemed the real truth of the world was that who said something mattered more than what was said.
The man approached the two of them and grabbed one ass cheek from each with either hand. There was no trace of gentlemanly consideration for the women—just rough, crude groping. He kneaded their flesh as if he might rip it right off, savoring the springy bounce. Roberta and Hyeonju's firm asses deformed under his digging fingers, then snapped right back into plump, perky shape the moment his grip loosened even slightly. They were bodies perfectly primed for breeding, radiating peak health.
That said, while Roberta tensed up immediately, her muscles going rigid at the invasion of his fingers, Hyeonju's ass swallowed them up with a soft, yielding plop like chiffon cake, practically begging to devour them whole. That had to be the difference in their accumulated experience.
"Mmm! Both asses are in prime condition. The kind you'd love slamming your cock into. Roberta still seems pretty tense, but that'll melt away in a week tops. Hell, for a virgin pussy that hasn't even tasted dick yet, having an ass this high-quality means she's overflowing with talent. And she's saved her virginity this long with an ass like that... She must've been holding onto it just to offer her virgin pussy to me."
Is that how it was? Roberta hadn't even known this man existed until a few days ago, let alone had him on her mind. Did it make sense that she'd preserved her virginity for him?
Such logical doubts bubbled up for a fleeting moment before popping away. Because the instant his hands toyed with her ass, it felt too ecstatic to think straight. Heat from his fingers clouded her mind, stirring her up inside. Every shift in his grip sent fresh waves of warmth straight to her pussy, soaking it. It was the same sensation she'd felt during that kiss earlier—indefinable back then, but now... she somehow knew what it was.
Roberta wanted this man to toy with her pussy to his heart's content.
"Haaah♥ Oppaang♥ Just groping our asses like that is such a tease, isn't it? Hyeonju's pussy is already drooling like this, dying to serve Oppa's cock. Let her serve the cock, pleeease? If not that, at least your fingers... pleeease?♥"
As Roberta vaguely realized her own feelings, Hyeonju dropped her cool, aloof act entirely and whined at Oppa in a slurred, babyish voice. Just from some ass-kneading, her nipples and clit were already standing at attention, demanding notice, while pussy juice dripped in thick globs to form a slick puddle on the floor.
Roberta was stunned. Hyeonju had been looking down on Oppa just moments ago—or at least with a hint of disdain—and now she'd flipped 180 degrees? Could someone really change attitudes on a dime like that?
But Roberta quickly grasped Hyeonju's intent with her sharp insight. She was showing Roberta a "proper example as a female." Hadn't she said it earlier? In this house, they were to think of themselves as onaholes—or cocksleeves—existing solely for Hyeonju's Oppa. And if that was the mindset, their actions had to match.
Roberta steadied her breathing, swallowed her shame, and decided to follow Hyeonju's lead.
"M-me toooo... My p-pussy's all itchy and hot, I can't take it anymoreee... Ah, it's still an immature virgin pussy with no experience, but I want you to pierce my virginity with that c-cock... as soon as possible... Or at least, ravage my pussy nice and hard..."
Unfamiliar words made her voice tremble, stumbling over them. Saying "pussy" or "cock" brought an inexplicable resistance, making it even harder to spit them out. What was wrong with a pussy slut shouting cock and pussy? She couldn't say herself.
"Oho, what's this? Copying Hyeonju? Nice. I like smart pussy sluts whose heads turn quick like that. Seeing them embarrassed is a nice change of pace too. Alright... what should we do? Just giving you cock feels too easy... Ah, right. Strike a pussy slut pose first. Tell me your best selling points yourself. We'll start there."
Pussy slut pose. She'd never heard the term before and froze in confusion. What the hell was that supposed to be?
Hyeonju poked Roberta's side and gave her a look that said follow my lead. Then she clasped her hands behind her head, spread her legs wide in a vulgar squat, and shook her tits side to side like a stripper.
Roberta mimicked her as best she could. Her well-toned female body twisted into the most obscenely lewd angles for Oppa's view.
Oppa nodded, eyes raking over their bodies like he was licking them from top to bottom, appraising them.
"Mm. No need to say more about Hyeonju. Getting fucked by me every day has shaped her into the perfect dedicated toilet body. Fine-tuning's almost done; now she just has to maintain it. That perfect layer of fat clinging everywhere? Chef's kiss. As for Roberta... beautiful, really beautiful. Nobility incarnate. But I prefer something cheaper, more animalistic... Fatten up that pussy a bit, thicken those thighs... Ah, but make it too much to my taste and she'll lose her uniqueness. Tricky."
He stroked his chin, deep in serious thought. Oblivious to the context, all Roberta could do was tense up with inexplicable anxiety and struggle to hold her pose straight.
Oppa snapped his fingers.
"Pussy."
Like she'd been waiting, Hyeonju spread her legs even wider, thrust her hips forward, and brought her clasped hands down to yank her pussy lips wide open.
Pussy slut pose, variation two: the pussy spread.
Roberta copied her exactly. It felt like flames erupted from her pussy, but that was surely just her imagination.
"Good girl, good girl. Pussy looks high-quality too. Let me feel it myself and judge..."
Oppa's fingers touched Roberta's pussy. In that instant, sparks exploded before her eyes, and an intense jolt of pleasure made her legs buckle. She couldn't hold the pose. The sheer ferocity of it caught her completely off guard—she'd never imagined it could hit this hard.
"Whoa? Crumbling that easily? Isn't that a bit much? I didn't set it that intense..."
"S-sorry... I didn't mean to... I never thought it'd be this strong..."
Roberta flushed beet red in shame at her own pathetic display, averting her eyes from Oppa. Even in her blank-slate ignorance, she somehow knew she'd done something utterly lame.
To Oppa, though, it just looked cute enough to forgive. Still, her fresh reaction intrigued him, so he put on a stern tone.
"This won't do. Looks like we need to rush through your virginity loss ceremony. Right now."