Going to School with Oppa, Boldly, Lewdly, Confidently
"Alright, shall we head out? A girl who's learned about pussy training can't call herself properly trained without visiting Onago High. Let's get her enrolled temporarily this time. I'll put in the word, and they'll process her admission on the spot—no paperwork required."
"Y-yes. Thank you so much."
The recommender looked like nothing more than an ordinary unemployed young man, but his influence was tremendous. He brushed aside even the usual administrative hurdles with ease, coming across like a god of this little world. In reality, he was something even greater.
"U-um, are we really going to school like this?"
"Why? Something wrong with it?"
Oppa grinned slyly, his tone teasing. Roberta couldn't voice any specific complaint; she just covered her bare white breasts with her hands and glanced upward. Right now, all she wore were white stockings, a pink rotor tucked into them, a red collar around her neck, and the leash controlling it. Fine for inside the house, maybe, but stepping out into public like this? It felt a bit resistant, to say the least.
A slim finger pinched Roberta's thigh lightly. It was Hyeonju, dressed—or undressed?—the same way.
"Must be super embarrassing, huh? But you gotta tough it out. This is all part of pussy training, after all."
"Eek... I know that, but... isn't it a bit too intense for a total newbie like me right from the start?"
There was this thing called outdoor exposure training. Roberta knew about it, of course. But wasn't it a tad harsh for a girl who'd just lost her virginity last night? Sure, the endless orgasm hell from the night before had been plenty core-shaking on its own.
Hyeonju understood Roberta's feelings perfectly. Her tone softened with unexpected kindness as she worked to change the princess's mind.
"I get it—I felt the same way at first. But like I've said a million times, we're Oppa's cock holes. If he says do it, we do it, no matter how embarrassing. ...Jeez, Oppa can be so thoughtless sometimes. Making a girl who just learned to crawl start running already."
Hyeonju shot Oppa a glance laced with complaint. He shrugged like he was totally innocent and looked away. What a shameless guy.
Of course, a dedicated toilet throwing a tantrum to change her owner's mind was just senseless. Rather than curse Oppa, Hyeonju focused on soothing Roberta.
"Besides, the embarrassment only hits hard the first time. Do it a few times, and your pussy starts heating up, getting excited—the shame fades to the background. Hell, it turns into a trigger that makes you want to expose yourself. So just hang in there a bit."
"...Does it really work like that?"
"Duh. What'd you think the first time you saw Oppa's cock?"
"...It was so grotesque and gross... I wondered if sucking something like that could really feel good."
"And now?"
The answer to that didn't need saying. Roberta hugged her trembling breasts and steadied her breath.
"...I'll do it. We just have to make it to school, right?"
"That's the spirit."
Even without that resolve, Oppa's command meant they'd have to crawl there no matter what. Still, it was good for an onahole to show some onahole spirit.
Hyeonju and Roberta dropped to all fours like dogs, crawling awkwardly out the front door. The cool outdoor air hit their bare skin, raising goosebumps instantly. Her pussy clenched tight—not from arousal, just pure physiological reflex.
Nngh... mm...
Roberta recalled the masturbation show at the broadcasting station, back when her homestay here was decided. Then, it had felt utterly natural, rooted in common sense—no mental wobble at all while she touched herself. But now? She was filled with dread that someone might see her shameful state. What was the difference?
Confused, Roberta pressed on with shaky hands and feet across the concrete. In stark contrast, Hyeonju crawled with total confidence, no trace of shame. While Roberta hunched to make herself smaller, Hyeonju exaggerated the sway of her ass and tits, strutting like a haughty female cat—bizarre, indescribable, yet to Roberta, the epitome of bold, sexy bitch swagger.
I can't be that perfect... but I should at least imitate her.
Roberta followed suit, shaking her best assets as much as she could. Oppa watched the two bitches from above with a pleased smile.
"Look at our princess, trying so hard. Great role model, huh? Pairing you with Hyeonju was the right call."
He praised them both at once—a model owner's balanced supervision, leaving neither dissatisfied. Buoyed, both refined their bitch walks with newfound poise.
"Oh my, heading to school? What's got you going so early today? Usually you take your time fucking the neighborhood onaholes first."
The sultry, sticky voice clung to their eardrums. Looking up, it was the married woman nearby that Oppa and Hyeonju fucked often. Even in broad daylight, she wore just a black camisole and low-rise micro-panties. A bit plump, but not enough to ruin her looks—perfect for occasional pounding, one of Oppa's favorites.
"Ah, got a new pussy enrolling at Onago High. Figured I'd introduce her myself."
"I see... Oh, so this blonde is that princess who just moved into your place? I was shocked watching the broadcast. Who'd ever think a foreign princess would end up in a neighborhood like this? But then you think, your house? Yeah, that tracks. Wild world, huh?"
"Heh, that's 'cause I'm just that awesome."
"Aww, still kinda disappointing... If not for that, I'd have tempted you to enjoy my pussy a quick round before school. Look—haven't had your cock in days, and it's been drooling nonstop. Tried other dicks, but... nothing beats yours. If anything, the more I take 'em, the more my pussy aches for you."
"Heh, cranking up the backstory, huh? While your hubby's pussy's like this, what's his dick up to?"
"Hey! Don't bring him up. As if that thing's a real dick."
"Heh, c'mon, he's your husband—bit harsh, no?"
"Harsh? My life's the harsh part. How'd I end up married to that worthless limp dick..."
The married onahole unleashed a machine-gun rant about her husband, like a switch flipped. She had a ton pent up, all about how utterly defective and useless his cock was.
This was gonna drag on. Tardiness was basically guaranteed, but Hyeonju didn't care. With Oppa there, even if they were late, no harm done—who'd dare complain to the recommender?
Roberta, meanwhile, kept scanning nervously, praying Oppa would get moving.
People... staring...
Two naked women crawling on leashes was bound to draw eyes. Even without ill intent, the spectacle pulled gazes. Whispers followed naturally.
"Whoa... fuck, that's hot. Two gorgeous bitches naked like dogs... dick's throbbing."
"Isn't that the princess from TV? Insane. Never thought I'd see a real princess naked in my lifetime. Living here was worth it. Gotta be a dedicated toilet, right? If she were a regular onahole, we could use her... shame."
"Hey, having regular access to neighborhood onaholes is plenty to be grateful for."
Men's sticky stares raked over her as they spouted who-knows-what. Roberta couldn't get used to it. Unconsciously, she squeezed her breasts and crotch to hide her pussy and nipples—but she didn't realize that shy act only stoked their fires more.
Hyeonju noticed Roberta's shame but said nothing.
Whatever—once she gets the thrill of exposure, she'll spread wide on her own.