The Corporal Punishment Room Tour is Scarier Than Expected.
After gifting Roberta clothes befitting her status, the recommender continued dragging her around the school, explaining all the major facilities.
The nurse's office, stocked with every tool imaginable for mock hospital play. The gym, spacious with a strangely alluring scent, piled high with jump ropes, mats, and dildos for after-school sports sessions. The school pool, built for admiring slutty swimsuits and underwater fucking. And beyond these, countless other facilities existed solely for onahole pussy training.
Roberta couldn't help but marvel at the meticulous layout of the buildings. How could architecture be so efficient and brilliant? When constructing buildings, there might be wasted space, disharmony in the overall design, or deviations from the original purpose. But not here at this school—not a single flaw.
Every structure had been built with one thought in mind: How can the recommender get the horniest play out of this? How can we prepare these pussy sluts to be deliciously fucked? She could feel it clearly.
Building everything around such a perfectly thorough concept without any discord... It almost feels like this school's space is weirdly larger than the rest of the world.
Of course, that was just her imagination. The school itself being bigger than everywhere else? Ridiculous. Come to think of it, she'd felt a similar sensation at the recommender's house with Hyeonju. Maybe the jet lag from arriving in Korea had messed with her senses.
"That about covers it. You can explore the rest on your own later."
"Yes, thank you so much. It must be busy for you, yet you took the time for me... And gifting me these wonderful clothes on top of that. I don't know how to repay such kindness."
"Repay? You're gonna pay with that pussy anyway, so don't sweat it... Oh, wait—there's one more spot we gotta hit."
As if it had just occurred to him, the recommender snapped his fingers and grabbed Roberta's wrist, yanking her along forcefully. She would've followed him anywhere he called, no need for this, but she felt too embarrassed to say it aloud and just let him lead her.
The place he brought her to was none other than the corporal punishment room.
"Gotta make sure you know this place inside out, or we might run into trouble. Better safe than sorry, right?"
"I see..."
The name "corporal punishment room" did give off a sinister vibe. She'd heard corporal punishment was banned in Korean schools nowadays—was this one different? Well, this place was worlds apart from a normal school in every way, so some old-fashioned habits lingering wouldn't be too surprising.
Could she end up in there for some reason? Having never experienced punishment like that, Roberta broke into a cold sweat from an inexplicable anxiety.
"C'mon, let's head in and take a proper look around."
"..............."
The recommender opened the door and stepped into the corporal punishment room. Roberta followed quietly behind. The moment she poked her head into the small classroom, it felt like stepping into another world.
"Oh my god..."
It wasn't hyperbole—this truly was a separate realm. The room was far larger than it appeared from outside. Like an extension of that earlier illusion that the school's spaces alone seemed unnaturally vast.
In that expansive classroom, over a dozen women were shackled to metal frames, their pussies and nipples tormented mercilessly by tools in complete vulnerability. The sight rivaled any torture chamber.
The bitches' ripping moans mixed chaotically with the whirring of machines. How soundproofed did it have to be for all that noise not to leak out? Impressive.
The scene triggered a sense of déjà vu in Roberta. Like she'd seen—or experienced—it somewhere before.
"Ngh..."
Reacting to the trauma like a seizure, Roberta's clit and nipples twitched erect. As if yesterday's pleasure lingered, begging for more touch.
"Th-this... this is..."
"Heh, reminds you of yesterday's endless orgasm training, huh? But it's a bit different. Do this to school onaholes, and it'd just be a reward. Similar overall, though. Except without the 'can't cum' setting."
"C-can't... cum?"
Roberta echoed in shock. The recommender chuckled and nodded, then approached one onahole bound to a frame as a demonstration.
She was a petite blonde with twintails, straight out of an anime—cute as hell. Blindfolded and ball-gagged, her pussy buzzed with an electric massager, her ass beaded with anal torture. A sign hung around her neck: Onahole made a boyfriend without school permission.
"Aigoo, tsk tsk tsk. If you'd reported it properly, I might've let you have a boyfriend. But sneaking around like an onahole? That's why you're suffering. Reflect on it."
The recommender scolded her while twisting her clit. Muffled through the gag, her guttural cries meant nothing as her limbs flailed uselessly against the restraints.
Her nipples and clit glowed red and erect, pussy juice overflowing. Yet she couldn't cum—not even close.
"How... how is this possible?"
"Huh? Simple—I commanded her, 'Don't cum.'"
His words implied that alone could stop any pussy from climaxing. Arrogant as it sounded, coming from him, it felt utterly believable. Who would dare cum against his order? The more she chewed on it, the more it made perfect sense.
"Every pussy in this punishment room fucked up somehow and is getting disciplined. Students, teachers—no exceptions. Best way to teach onaholes right from wrong is straight to the pussy."
"I see... Like, what kind of fuck-up, for example?"
"Hmm... Take this one. Oh, she lives nearby—used to sneer at me like I was some loser. So I enrolled her here: six days a week in punishment, one day tossed to the homeless for a gangbang party."
He pointed to a bob-haired onahole. While others wailed uncontrollably, she showed no reaction—just silently dripped, accustomed to it.
"Totally deserves it, then."
"Right? Others... this one's pussy was meh after I deflowered her, pissed me off—punishment room. This one... oh yeah, hesitated to offer her daughter's pussy—punishment. This one got snippy when I chatted her up on the subway—punishment. And this one? Tossed her in outta boredom and forgot. Might let her out in a week if I remember."
He explained each pussy's reason one by one. At first, the room itself terrified her, but hearing the justifications—all fair and proper—eased her mind. Onaholes existed to please men, especially the recommender. Failing that duty warranted this.
"Don't worry, though, Roberta. You're a princess pussy I wanna keep close and fuck—no punishment room for you. Unless I get a whim."
"Hehe, special treatment's fine. I have no intention of doing anything that'd land me here. For my kingdom's honor... or rather, an onahole's duty."
"Nice! That's the spirit, Roberta. Though it all depends on my mood. Heh."
The recommender grinned slyly and led her out. Once the door shut, the desperate moans vanished completely. Like another world entirely.
The pussies in that punishment room would be freed solely at the recommender's whim.