Chapter 58: I Thought We'd Be Good Friends...
"Haa... haa... ngh... haa..."
Roberta let out ragged breaths in harsh gasps. It wasn't the sticky moans soaked in the unique pleasure of an onahole, but simply the sound of someone enduring pure pain and agony, waiting for it to end.
With her back straight, legs spread wide, and hips sunk deeply down in that pose commonly known as the pussy squat, even Roberta—who had done some light exercise for the sake of refinement befitting her noble princess status—found this physical training burdensome. She nearly collapsed several times, but she held on through sheer princess pride until the end. It was a scene worthy of praise.
"Alright, that's enough! Five sets complete. Good work, everyone. Take a short break. Today's session was pretty much all physical labor, so it must've been tough, but I'm glad you're all keeping up so well. Everyone, sit!"
At Teacher Seung-a's energetic voice, the students sighed in unison—"Pah!"—and plopped down onto the floor. The other students, somewhat accustomed to the class pace, chatted about how exhausting it was or casually stretched their legs, looking relatively at ease. But Roberta, who had never even attended a proper class before, lay flat on the floor in an undignified heap, panting heavily.
Since coming to Korea, she'd caught her breath roughly plenty of times, but this was the first instance purely from torment.
"Hehe, that was rough, huh? Newbies usually feel like they're dying after twenty reps times five sets. Has our Princess Roberta done some workouts before? You powered through without collapsing—impressive."
"This is everyday for you all, but for me, it's all first-time classes. I couldn't show a sloppy performance right from the start."
"So diligent. As expected of a princess."
She didn't particularly like being called "princess," but knowing Seonhyeong was just teasing her like a friend, it didn't feel all that bad. After officially joining the general meat toilet class and attending about three periods, Seonhyeong had always stayed by Roberta's side, helping her out. They'd only met a few hours ago, but Seonhyeong's cheerful attentiveness had a charm that naturally drew people in.
Seonhyeong kneaded Roberta's outstretched legs. Roberta tried to refuse, saying it wasn't necessary, but Seonhyeong insisted in a firm tone that she wanted to do it, making it hard to turn down.
"You can't just flop out after squats. If you don't properly loosen up your legs like this, you'll suffer terrible muscle pain later."
"Then you should do it too, Seonhyeong."
"I'm fine. I already stretched while you were collapsing and gasping. Hmm, nice clean legs—no ugly muscles at all. But you gotta train your lower body right. That's how you get a firm, bouncy ass that feels great to pound."
With that, Seonhyeong smacked Roberta's ass with a sharp slap!.
"Ah... don't do that, it's embarrassing."
"Hehe, that shy reaction is too tempting to resist."
Seonhyeong shifted from legs to ass, kneading the princess's cheeks like a kid playing with clay, enjoying them freely. Even without much exercise, these hips boasted perfect bounce, which made Seonhyeong a bit envious. So this was just healthy teasing to vent a little jealousy.
"Ah, wait... I sense some naughty intent in those fingers... Ah, no, you don't need to loosen there... ahnng♥"
"Hehuhu, Roberta, you're way more sensitive than I thought? That's a good thing. A good onahole is sensitive to anyone. That's what makes it fun for guys to play with. Just relax and leave your body to me. I'll take you to heaven..."
Seonhyeong let out a perverted old-man cackle as she started wiggling her fingers in earnest. Roberta shivered down her spine, yet couldn't suppress a spark of anticipation.
That's when it happened.
"Hey, cut it out. Don't lay hands too much on the girl who's gonna be Oppa's exclusive toilet."
Hyeonju flicked Seonhyeong's forehead and stopped her antics.
"What's the big deal? This much is fine."
"Talk like that and you'll end up in the penalty room again? Forgot how you got sent there last time for lez play without Oppa's permission?"
"Aaa... the penalty room's scary. Guess I should stop."
At Hyeonju's threat, Seonhyeong immediately raised her hands in surrender and slyly pulled her ass back.
Fine, that was handled. But there was something she couldn't just let slide...
"L-Lez play?"
"Yeah. She's bi. Always eyeing other girls' pussies, so you'd better watch out."
"Don't make me sound like some dangerous creep. The girls I've been with all said they loved it."
Seonhyeong protested innocently. In truth, she had great technique, earning good reviews among friends mildly interested in that sort of thing as an onahole. Strictly speaking, she claimed to be more of a "cute girl enthusiast" than full lez, but her actions spoke otherwise, making it a meaningless excuse. Oppa didn't mind lez play—hell, he encouraged it—so it wasn't an issue at school. But Seonhyeong took it too far, to the point Oppa couldn't stand by and had tossed her into the penalty room before. Yet she emerged undeterred, hunting for new prey. Her mental fortitude deserved some credit.
"S-So that's what you were after... I thought you were just a purely nice person..."
"No, no. I am purely nice! I really wanna be friends with you, Roberta. Don't be so guarded? I'll actually get hurt."
Seonhyeong said that, but Roberta cautiously added her name to the "watch out for" list. It was a stretch to label a classmate a dangerous figure, but better safe than sorry. She'd come to this school to become an onahole toilet, not for lez play. Of course, if Oppa ordered it, she'd do it without question.
"Hmm... anyway, you're kinda unlucky. Of all the pussy sex class parts, you get the most annoying one: pussy squats. If you'd come earlier, you might've done yo-yo dildo practice or gotten pounded by Oppa directly."
"That's a shame. But everything's necessary. Cherry-picking only the fun parts is irresponsible. Even if it's tough, you have to follow the steps properly for it to count as real 'learning,' right?"
Seonhyeong and Hyeonju averted their eyes and turned away. They weren't ready to face such perfectly reasonable words head-on.
"...Impressive. You're still a novice onahole, but I can respect this part of you."
"Hehe, thank you."
"So... you had two periods before this one, right? How was that?"
At Hyeonju's question, Roberta smiled warmly. Hyeonju scratched her cheek awkwardly and spoke quickly.
"D-Don't get the wrong idea. I'm just checking 'cause Oppa might wanna know. Whether you adapt to this school or not has nothing to do with me."
She said that, but clearly she cared about Roberta. Hyeonju often acted strict, but deep down she was a good kid. They'd only spent one night together, but Roberta could tell somehow. Her attitude toward Oppa, the tsundere vibe ingrained in her—it all fit.
"Yes. The second period's pussy literature class was refreshing. Honestly, I thought lecture subjects like that would be harder for me since I lack the basics. But it went smoother than expected. You just absorb what the teacher says."
This time's pussy literature lesson covered rape literature. Elevating the unforgivable crime of rape into beautiful art was beyond Roberta's wildest imagination. A Copernican shift in thinking. She felt anew how much there was left for her to learn in this world.
"I lent you the textbook! Ahh, I got to see your cleavage up close—nice. Even naked, a woman's body has different eroticism depending on the angle. Sitting next to you was a total win."
"Hyeonju, for the next period, can you share your textbook? I really wanna sit with you..."
"Whatever."
"Aah, don't do that! Where am I gonna find another partner this nice? Let's stick together, okay?"
Roberta subtly pushed away the sticky-clingy Seonhyeong. She couldn't outright shove her, but an invisible wall had formed. It would take time to dismantle the emotional fortress around her heart.