Don't Think of Me as a Princess—Think of Me as Just Another Classmate Onahole
"Whoa, awesome. Is that really the princess? Totally mind-blowing. Even if it's just for a little while, we get to be in the same class as a legit princess. Isn't this a total honor?"
"Our school's the real deal. I thought it was just hype when they called it the only onahole-specialized high school in the country, but now even a foreign princess is coming here to learn? Kinda makes me feel proud."
"Whoa, check out that pussy peeking through her skirt. How does it look so plump and delicious? Must be a royal pussy fit for a princess."
After Hyeonju's Oppa dropped Roberta off at her new classroom and vanished, the room quickly buzzed with chatter about the princess who was about to claim one of their desks. High school girls were like hyenas always sniffing out the juiciest gossip bait. And with a princess—a truly special figure—showing up in their class, they weren't about to stay quiet.
It was a bit overwhelming, but Roberta was used to this kind of attention. In fact, she knew exactly how to handle it, which might make it easier than her pussy training sessions.
"Though I hold the title of princess from Laputa Kingdom, while I'm at this school, I'm just another onahole. In fact, compared to all of you, my skills in using my pussy are pretty lacking, so I might mess up a lot. If that happens, I hope you'll all support me. Would that be okay?"
The class fell dead silent as Roberta's fluent Korean flowed out. Then—
"Whoa, insane! She speaks Korean perfectly! And she has this air of elegance!"
"Bloodlines really make a difference, huh? Anyway, Roberta, right? We'll help you out big time. Let's aim to become awesome onaholes together."
"Oh, but is Roberta an onahole or a dedicated toilet? Better to know upfront."
"If you're not sure, assume dedicated toilet. It'd be a huge mess if someone stuck their dick in without realizing."
For every word Roberta said, dozens bounced back. This kind of reaction felt like everyday scenery to her. A few days from now, she'd just be another page in the school's story, so she'd endure this brief spotlight.
"Um, Roberta."
"Just Roberta is fine. We're the same age, so no need for formalities. I heard in Korea, same age means friends, right?"
"But you're a princess... And you're speaking formally to us."
"It's just a habit from crash-learning Korean. When you learn a foreign language, you start with manners and etiquette, you know? Don't worry about it. I don't like people treating me like a princess too much anyway."
"Okay... then I'll call you Roberta without the honorific. We'll ease off the formal speech too... Anyway, is it true your country doesn't have pussy training culture?"
Roberta nodded gravely.
"Yes. Our nation holds somewhat conservative views on sex. Women only spread their pussies for lovers or husbands. That's seen as the most moral way."
The already rowdy classroom exploded at her testimony. Even in Korea, pussy training wasn't universal, but the existence of raw onaholes proved the culture was real. Not every woman had to be one, but those suited for it were happiest as onaholes. To these girls living in a society where that was taken for granted, Laputa's story felt suffocating.
"At least you have masturbation culture, right?"
Someone asked, and Roberta blushed as she replied.
"I think so, but... masturbation is something you do alone, in secret. I don't know about others. Even I only did it once or twice a year."
"Whoa, no way... How do people even survive there? I'd suffocate and die."
"Hey, don't say it out loud."
The class onaholes whispered among themselves, glancing around at this unimaginable conservatism from another country. Is this how it always goes? Roberta had expected it somewhat, but it still stung. Had her nation unknowingly become a cultural backwater?
From the students' careful gazes, she drew shame, pity, and resolve.
I won't forget this experience. The moment I return home, I'll tell Mother we need pussy training reforms right away. Our country might be weak in military or economy, but we can't lag in culture.
With that firm vow in her heart, Roberta addressed her new classmates clearly.
"I might be lacking compared to you all. But when it comes to my determination to learn how to be a proper onahole, I dare say I'm on your level—or better. If you see any flaws in me, please point them out anytime so I can improve. I really mean that."
Did her sincerity get through? The whispers died down. That's when someone slipped a hand from behind and grabbed Roberta's snowy, plump tits tight.
"Nngh?! ♥"
"Whoa, feel these tits. So soft and springy. She could outclass most onahole girls in our class easy."
Her playful friend Seonhyeong flicked her fingers at Roberta's erect nipples, teasing her mercilessly. Caught off guard, Roberta couldn't swat the hand away and just took the nipple assault. Her already sensitive buds swelled, standing stiff like they thought they were cocks asserting themselves.
"Ah, w-wait. Th-that spot's sensitive..."
"I know, I know. All onahole girls are. Hehe, so cute. I know these nipples are still untrained and raw, but that's what makes playing with them fun. Once we get serious with training, how amazing will these tits be? Can't wait, right?"
Seonhyeong whispered hot breath in her ear, leaving Roberta defenseless. The praise thrilled her, but the situation was confusing. It felt embarrassing and she wanted it to stop, yet refusing felt rude.
Reacting to her shy, delicate inexperience, the other girls started groping her too.
"That soft? Lemme feel."
"Damn, it really is. These aren't tits—they're cushions. The kind that sink under your head but bounce right back, top quality."
"I'm going under the skirt. That plump pussy mound's been bugging me. With that white pussy and crotch right in the center of the lining, it's like a spotlight—super hot."
Once the floodgates opened, the onahole students swarmed her like crows on a carcass. Roberta, unused to women training her (men raping her was different), froze in shock. Then Seonhyeong's quiet voice reached her ear.
"Just relax and take it. They're all trying to get close to you. Think of it as us inspecting you before you serve men. We might even give good advice. The more bodies mix, the better you understand each other."
Only then did Roberta realize Seonhyeong wasn't just mischievous—she had a unique but genuine kindness. Following the advice, she opened her heart wide to her classmates rushing in to bond.
"Hope you make tons of great memories in Korea, Roberta."
"...Thank you. I appreciate the kindness."