Meeting the Home Tutor Teacher
"Hmm... So, how's the prep for the transfer exam going, Yoon Ji?"
"...Eh, so-so."
Dad struck up the conversation while we were eating. I don't really like bringing up heavy topics mid-meal, but I knew he just wanted to chat with his daughter about anything, no matter how small. Ever since Mom ditched us and Dad for a divorce, I'd become his emotional pillar. He was the kind of father who even supported his high school daughter when she suddenly declared she wanted to become an onahole. Despite not being young anymore and probably struggling to keep up with the kids, he'd sometimes help with my onahole training after work.
If I had one gripe, it was his boomer hang-up: he'd assist with training but always drew the line at actually sticking his dick in my pussy, claiming it made him uncomfortable. I'd told him a million times that for a future onahole, having Dad's dick in my pussy wasn't incest—it was just using an onahole. But he never bought it. The guy's stuck in some outdated mindset where the whole "live onahole" concept just doesn't click.
Of course, that didn't make me hate or get mad at him. Everyone gets a bit boomer-ish with age. That's how I chose to see it. And while he stubbornly refused pussy penetration, he did allow anal sex as a substitute. Considering how anal's more divisive than plain pussy sex and trickier to boot, becoming his dedicated anal hole wasn't exactly a bad deal.
"I think I'm working pretty hard... but I don't feel like I'm making much progress. Even today, I left the front door open for pussy self-study... and it took over ten minutes to cum. Is it just nerves...?"
"...I wouldn't know, but... is that bad?"
"Bad might be the word... Yeah, it's a bit lacking. Maybe I just don't have the talent..."
"No way you lack talent. I've seen onahole girls around the neighborhood plenty of times, and none could beat you."
"That's just Dad's bias..."
She shot back with a jab, but Yoon Ji didn't seem too displeased. Maybe she took after him—honest praise always made her shy, so she'd deflect. Listening to Dad's compliments stirred an itch in her asshole. She flashed back unbidden to the image of his thick cock burrowing in, forgetting her meal and aching to jerk off right there.
...The fact that she couldn't just stroke away without glancing at Dad's reaction? That might be her limit as an onahole aspirant, she thought.
"Getting into Onago High on my own might be tough. I don't know much about transfer exam tips... It'd be nice to have someone to team up with..."
Maybe she should seduce that legendary senior from school, the playboy everyone knew? Rumor had it he cycled through three girls a month. Seducing women easily didn't mean he was great at training pussies, but all that experience might help.
As she mulled it over and popped some mackerel into her mouth, Dad spoke up like he'd been waiting for it.
"Funny you mention that—I did some digging around myself."
"Digging? You? From who?"
Dad wasn't the networking type. I couldn't imagine him getting insider info on a new school like Onago High.
"Well, plenty of dads at my company have daughters there. Others are pushing their daughters or nieces toward it too. I heard from them directly—there's this thing called an Onago special home tutor."
"What? Never heard of that."
"Internet info has its limits. Some knowledge only spreads word-of-mouth. The moment I first heard, I knew I had to tell you."
Dad pulled a memo pad from his pocket. He could've just used a phone app, but the guy's old-school like that. One phone number was scribbled on it—probably the tutor's.
"If you want, I'll call him."
"Uh... but is that okay? Sounds expensive..."
Hiring a name-brand tutor ain't cheap, especially for a high-demand, low-barrier school like Onago. Yoon Ji couldn't even guess the cost.
She hesitated, not wanting to burden Dad more, but he said firmly,
"Making your dream come true is top priority. Don't worry about me—do what you want."
"..........Maybe just a consultation to start."
No shameless tutor charges hundreds of thousands for a chat... right? Who knows. But hearing him out couldn't hurt. She could decide after gathering all the info. Her dream of becoming an onahole was rock-solid, but she hated putting Dad in a tough spot. That compromise bridged the conflict.
Dad nodded gravely at her answer.
"Alright. Let's do that."
"Oho. Even though I set it up that way from the start, what a delicious-looking pussy bitch at first glance. Heh heh heh. Hello, I'm the special Onago home tutor."
"...Hello."
The tutor Dad called looked utterly ordinary. Not big, not small, face bland and unmemorable. His averageness made him blend in. Could this guy really deliver the perfect curriculum for Onago transfer?
It felt rude to think after summoning him, but doubts crept in.
As if sensing her suspicion, the tutor casually approached and slid his fingers into her pussy, stirring it. Unlike the average guys she met, he treated her purely as a sex toy. That simple act melted her budding doubts.
'Ah, pros really are different, huh? Never met a guy this bold before.'
If she were a normal girl, she'd scream sexual harassment. But Yoon Ji was an onahole hopeful—pussies were public property for onaholes. No reason to get upset over a grope; she'd be grateful. And... his fingers felt amazing. She nearly came from insertion alone but held back—manners.
Was this the skill of the man hailed as Onago transfers' beacon?
"Mm, mm. Pussy grip's flawless. Nice and tight, huh? Heh heh, how many times a day do you jerk off?"
"Um... about seven times..."
"Ah, that's a bit low. Onago pussies crank out at least ten daily. Gotta match that, or you're in trouble. Unless you're servicing a guy's dick that whole time, of course."
Was her studying really that lacking? Yoon Ji humbly bowed her head. She'd kinda known, but hearing it from a pro hit hard.
"Still, that's pro-level grip for someone skimping on masturbation. You've got talent. And this ass too."
His grubby fingers squeezed her ass and thighs. His digits sank into the plump flesh only to spring back with elastic health— the kind that arouses men.
"Wearing just a T-back and white stockings for a guy's visit? Excellent pre-training already."
"...For an onahole, slutty outfits are basic. I played up my best assets: ass and thighs."
"Mm, mm. Fair. Tits are just average, but these plump thighs and ass? Top-tier. This'll be fun to teach."
As he spoke, the tutor jabbed her G-spot and twirled. Her pussy squirted with a spurt! and climaxed lightly.
"Nghhh...♥ Th-thank you for making my pussy cum."
"No need for thanks. Manners on point too—crucial stuff. Onaholes aren't just about swinging a good pussy. You're well-trained there. Mm... with this material, Onago's no problem. Let's play with it for a bit..."
He muttered something low. Sounded like she had the chops for Onago. Good.
"We'll talk details inside. Check your voluntary training progress, features... and pick the best application track. Shall we?"