The Clothes Given by the Recommender. I Will Wear Them Gratefully!
"This must be the princess from Laputa we've heard so much about. Welcome. We at Onago High School are honored to have you. I'm Jeong Hana, your temporary homeroom teacher while you're here. I hope you'll learn a great deal during your time with us."
"Yes, hello. I'm Roberta Slut Conti Bellara. While my status is indeed that of a princess, during my stay in this country, I'm nothing more than a single pussy toilet. Please treat me the same as the other students, without any special distinction."
"I see. Indeed, in this country—at least within these school walls—things like status or position from the outside world mean nothing. Once you enroll at Onago, everyone is simply an ordinary onahole serving cock masters. The only difference might be whether that service is for all men or just one in particular. If you're worried about special treatment, rest assured there's no need. As for me, I'm a proud teacher of Onago. My mission is to mold these immature pussies into proper perverted cunts worthy of serving cock masters and to have them minister to men's cocks as onaholes. That's all that matters to me—everything else is irrelevant."
Roberta thought she was an incredibly whore-like woman.
Of course, not in a bad way. As anyone knew, calling a normal woman "whore-like" was an insult, but for onaholes, it was praise meaning "she's got real professional spirit."
Her clear eyes, brimming with firm conviction, gave that impression, but above all, her outfit drove it home.
At first glance, Teacher Hana appeared to be in a normal suit. Her skirt was short, but it properly covered her pussy, and while the fabric clung tightly to her body, highlighting her figure, it still paled compared to other onaholes.
Sure, plenty of men preferred this everyday eroticism, so it wasn't exactly negligence of onahole duties, but something still felt lacking.
That, however, was merely an optical illusion.
Because the suit she wore was only proper from the front.
It looked like a normal outfit at a glance, but from behind, her back and ass were stark white and fully exposed. The special eroticism hidden on the reverse side of what seemed normal attire—that was the concept of this ridiculous garment.
Roberta was floored by the ingenuity of it.
It's not just about maximizing exposure. This kind of twisted perversion from a conceptual shift...
But what truly impressed Roberta was Teacher Hana's crystal-clear attitude.
"Mm, mm. Hyeonju's pussy tastes the best, Mom's body's perfect, but when it comes to hip work, Teacher Hana's on another level."
Teacher Hana was perched on Oppa’s lap, providing pussy service. Sitting on his leisurely reclined form, cock erect, she moved with rapid, rhythmic precision—a true pro whore's display.
Yet through it all, her conversation with Roberta showed not a hint of arousal or distraction.
Having tasted Oppa’s cock once before, Roberta knew exactly how extraordinary that was.
A true Onago teacher. This is the level you have to be at, huh? I can feel the gap in our skills.
"Now, I'd like to give you a school tour, but... what do you think, Recommender? Should I do it, or would you prefer to handle it yourself?"
"Hm... Might as well do it myself for the fun of it. I want to check if this school's settings are properly in place while I'm at it."
"Understood. Then I'll leave it to you."
"Mm..."
With Teacher Hana's plea, the recommender unleashed his load straight into her womb.
Perhaps even she couldn't stay completely unfazed by the massive pleasure of a creampie—her cheeks flushed, and a faint tremor ran from her legs to her pussy—but that was it. She held her composure without faltering.
"Alright. Where to first? This school's bigger than it looks, so the tour'll take a while. Eh, if I get bored, I can just grab any pussy and play around. Won't be dull. Let's go."
"Ah, yes!"
At Oppa's call, Roberta hurried to his side.
Her heart fluttered with anxiety about the new environment and excitement for what she'd learn. But for this moment, stepping into it all, she decided to savor it.
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"What can I say... it's impressive."
"Different from your old school, right? Yeah, figured. Get a good look—you'll be getting used to it."
If judging purely by "atmosphere," Onago wasn't worlds apart from Roberta's old school. No matter the national character, systems, or layout, a place packed with pubescent high school girls always buzzed with that youthful energy.
But stripping that away, the differences outnumbered the similarities by far.
"You see that new AV release yesterday? Total banger, right?"
"Yeah. The male lead was insane. What does a guy have to eat to shoot cum that thick and tasty? Worlds away from my little bro's."
The girls gossiped not about idols, but AV actors.
"Oh, that's the new dildo? Damn, it's gorgeous. Look at those ridges—optimized to torment a bitch. Where do they even come up with this stuff?"
"Hehe, the old perv I pimp for gave it as a service gift~ Guess you always gotta give top-tier service for those side gigs. Does that make me sound too mercenary?"
They bragged about new masturbators like fashion accessories, proudly hiking skirts to show dildos dancing inside their pussies. Strikingly shameless.
Meanwhile, even during break, some sat studiously at desks, burning with academic fire.
"For men whose erogenous zones are concentrated in the glans, what's the optimal sex route? Disregard nipple preferences... Hm... Start by preheating the cock with glans-focused fellatio, then..."
Roberta felt a twinge of envy watching her scribble answers flawlessly to questions she couldn't even comprehend.
People tended to admire what they couldn't do.
While some hit the books, others aggressively plunged fingers into their pussies for hands-on practice, legs splayed like it was their bedroom—pure exhibitionist perverts. Their moans harmonized perfectly with the noisy surroundings, no awkwardness at all.
This was the school she'd attend. Roberta didn't know how long her homestay would last, but adapting here filled her with both dread and anticipation.
"Let's start here. The clothing storage room."
"Ah, the clothing storage... Got it."
Why start with such a niche room? Roberta nodded, confused.
Didn't school tours usually begin with classrooms or the gym?
Harboring that doubt, she followed the recommender inside—and it was no simple storage by that name.
Roberta couldn't fathom why a school needed such a vast, grand space just for clothes. Even combining every closet in Laputa's palace and all the royal hotels wouldn't match this.
"Whoa, whoa... What is all this?"
"Clothing storage, like I said. Outfits are crucial for onaholes, so anything even slightly fuckable, I keep here."
Checking the garments one by one confirmed it: every piece was indecent by normal standards, unfit for public wear. Designs that felt like key parts were "forgotten"—absurdly open crotches or pussy holes punched through. Even the occasionally normal-looking ones screamed cosplay, impossible to wear innocently.
"So onaholes always dress like this."
No revulsion, but she worried about the coordination limits ahead.
"Reason we start here? To get you dressed."
"Me?"
"Yeah. Looks like you showed up without a proper outfit. Here's one on me."
"Oh, you don't have to..."
"Nah, I want to. Just take it."
Head bowed in gratitude, Roberta couldn't hide her joy. How could she not be thrilled that her pussy's manager picked clothes for her?
"Lemme see... You're a princess, so let's play up that vibe. Here..."
The recommender tapped his phone, and somehow—through unknowable tech—several outfits sprang from the racks before him.
Whatever advanced science powered it, Roberta couldn't grasp it. But it was real, so she didn't ask.
"Try this."
"Yes!"
Roberta eagerly donned the chosen ensemble, of course designed to flaunt her feminine allure. A shrug and pink corset accentuated her ample tits up top; a voluminous skirt below, transparent in front to reveal her pussy and white stockings.
As she finished, the recommender crowned her with a tiara adorned in pussy-shaped motifs.
"Mm! Perfect. Total onahole princess vibe. What do you think?"
Roberta, needless to say:
"It's gorgeous. Thank you so much for this precious gift."