Why Are Mira and Hyeonju Getting Along So Badly?
Lunchtime.
After finishing the meal sprinkled with Hyeonju's gift of Oppa's semen, Roberta sat calmly at her desk, flipping open her textbook to read. One might think she'd want to relax after filling her belly with lunch, but she showed no sign of slacking off, devouring the pages with unwavering diligence—a true model student.
Roberta wasn't without a desire to rest a bit herself. But now that she'd realized there were areas where she lagged behind the other students, for whatever reason, she couldn't just sit idle.
"Hmm, hmm. This textbook is excellent. It details onahole etiquette so thoroughly. Regardless of the other subjects, I need to review this 'Understanding Onaholes' class multiple times."
The 'Understanding Onaholes' course didn't just cover the physical traits or mindset of onaholes. It delved deeply into the social rules and norms they were expected to follow. Of course, just reading the textbook wouldn't be enough, but it was a solid start for previewing. And the fifth period was this very class, right? She didn't know how far they'd progressed, but she was excited.
As she prepared for the next lesson, a voice called out to her.
"Transfer student. Come here a sec."
The only transfer student in the class was Roberta. Turning toward the somewhat husky voice—masculine for a girl—Roberta spotted a tall woman standing there, her skin tanned to a healthy bronze glow. Her hair was dyed blonde. A heart-shaped sticker adorned her pussy, paired with fishnet stockings, while her upper body was bare except for a single harness—a picture-perfect diligent pussy bitch.
But those eyes glaring sharply at her held a fierce glint. Had she done something wrong? It made Roberta reflexively examine her own behavior.
"A-are you talking to me...?"
She asked, wondering if she'd misheard. The tanned girl replied,
"Who else in this class would be the transfer student? They said you're a princess—don't you understand Korean?"
Roberta had hoped she'd misheard. Back home, even in middle school, there were idiots who picked fights with her, unafraid of her background. Things settled down after a while, but it wasn't a fond memory.
What to do? Roberta thought for a moment, then smiled and stood from her seat. Prejudice was never good, no matter the situation. Letting it blind you could mean missing out on meeting great people. Every girl in this school had been handpicked by Oppa as the recommender. There might be some prickly ones, but no bad apples.
She decided to believe that.
"Sorry. My Korean's still a bit rough. What is it?"
She asked with a polished, business-like smile. The tanned girl—Hong Mira—didn't fuss over the details and got straight to the point.
"Yeah, so I heard you're that princess from Latuna or whatever? Not that it matters... The important part is you're doing a homestay at Hyeonju's place, right? So you live with her Oppa too?"
"Yes, of course. We were together last night too. He even brought me here to school himself."
"I see..."
Mira's eyes drooped enviously, like a kid staring at a friend with a tasty candy. Roberta found it oddly cute.
"So, are you just an onahole, or his dedicated toilet?"
"Hmm... I'm not sure. Oppa hasn't explicitly said. But Hyeonju mentioned I might be used as a dedicated toilet..."
"Lucky..."
Roberta tilted her head. Lucky? Was becoming a dedicated toilet something to envy? With little knowledge on the topic yet, she couldn't say. But thinking of Oppa's massive, magnificent cock... yeah, being a pussy always ready to serve it sounded like a tremendous honor.
"Um... anyway, about that..."
"Hong Mira. Prostitution Practice Class."
"Got it. So Mira wants to be his dedicated toilet?"
Roberta asked innocently, just continuing the conversation. But Mira bit hard, snapping it up like bait.
"Duh! No one's got a cock as magnificent and awesome as his! For a pussy bitch, nothing's more glorious than devoting everything to a man like that and becoming his toilet. Ahh, just thinking about it makes my pussy drip..."
Mira shuddered in ecstasy. Sure enough, sticky honey was already leaking from between her legs, wetting her thighs. Roberta was momentarily flustered but soon understood. She felt the same—heart pounding, pussy twitching at the thought of Oppa's proud, perfect cock. It was just natural female physiology.
"I'm in Prostitution Practice, so I know best. I've sampled over a hundred cocks from all the guys I've serviced. But his? Transcendent. It's like it exists solely to conquer bitches. I'd give anything to get fucked by it—even my mom's asshole pussy!"
"That's some resolve. But it doesn't seem to be working out?"
"...Yeah."
Mira's face darkened instantly at Roberta's observation, like a puppy soaked in the rain. Roberta felt pity well up.
"I've tried everything to match his tastes. Pussy dances he likes, body maintenance, even yoga tailored to him... He uses me sometimes, but he won't make me his dedicated toilet."
Watching Mira hang her head in gloom was painful. Roberta realized her initial thug-like impression was just surface-level (and that look was actually ideal for turning men on—no issue for a pussy bitch). Deep down, she was just a normal girl dreaming of being chosen by a cock.
Prejudice really was bad, Roberta thought anew. How to comfort her?
"That's why I called you. You're becoming his dedicated toilet, right? Any idea what kind of pussy he likes?"
"Um... sorry. I just lost my virginity to him yesterday, so... I don't think I'd have much useful to say."
"I see..."
That must've been why Mira sought her out. Roberta wanted to help this pure girl, but she had nothing to offer. Mira hadn't expected much from someone just a day in either, but disappointment showed.
From that frustration, Mira lashed out at something irrelevant.
"Sigh... I'm busting my ass to become his dedicated toilet, and some bitch gets special treatment and doesn't even appreciate it..."
"Hey, you talking about me?"
A familiar voice rang from the hallway. Mira clicked her tongue and whipped around.
It was Hyeonju.
"No way. I never got special treatment to become a dedicated toilet. Right?"
Her voice was calm, but the malice dripped from every word. Mira gladly fired back.
"Small tits must mean small brain? Anyone could tell I meant you. No self-awareness about your special admission."
"You bitch... Hey, I'm no special case! I was fairly chosen by Oppa as his dedicated toilet! Don't take out your inadequacy on innocents!"
"Hah, that's why dumb bitches are... How'd a tiny-titted clinger like you get picked? It's 'cause you're his sister—special treatment. Ungrateful and full of yourself. Pathetic."
A sudden fight. Caught in the middle, Roberta glanced between them, unsure. She couldn't follow how it escalated. They were locked in their own grudge, ignoring her completely. She could only watch as it devolved into personal attacks.
Then Seong-mi, who'd been watching, whispered in Roberta's ear.
"Don't sweat it. They do this all the time. Mira envies Hyeonju, Hyeonju envies Mira. They won't admit it, so they fight like hell. School rules will cool it off—let 'em be."
Envy. Observing them again with that in mind, Roberta saw the subtext.
"Big tits don't mean shit! Oppa fucks all body types! A clingy bitch like you? He'd reject that!"
Hyeonju's inferiority about her flat chest. And envy toward Mira's straightforward appeal.
"Hilarious! Living off sis perks and cock-sucking luck! I've grinded prostitution gigs daily for the best pussy. I'd serve your Oppa way better than you!"
Mira's jealousy of Hyeonju's long time by Oppa's side as his sister.
Understanding it all, Roberta felt deep pity from her heart. Just wanting to serve one man's cock, clashing against reality into conflict. She couldn't overlook such sadness.
"...You two. Stop fighting."
Roberta spoke quietly. They looked awkward but grudgingly shut up.
"No more pointless fights. Face the root properly. Bare your hearts to the recommender. In conflicts, uncover the core and guide dialogue. Don't avoid—open and mediate. That's how we do it in Laputa."
Adopt good foreign customs. Share your own. True cultural exchange.
"Let's do a four-way face-off!"