Even in This Day and Age, There Are Perverts on the Subway
"Hmm... this should do it."
Before heading to school, she gave her outfit one final check. Yoon Ji stood in front of a full-length mirror, scanning for anything off about her look.
She'd put on the uniform shirt and tie, but left the buttons undone to bare her chest completely. No bra, of course. The vest was stuffed in her bag—she had no intention of wearing it. Why cover up all that carefully crafted exposure? Her skirt was shortened to the absolute limit, little more than a frilly belt hugging her waist now. It couldn't even fulfill its basic role of hiding her pussy—just pointless decoration. For her pussy, she'd slipped on a T-back with such a narrow strip of fabric it barely concealed her pubic hair. And to top it off, the anal beads her teacher had sent her.
Apart from technically wearing a "uniform," she was a walking violation of school rules—not to mention societal norms.
The first time she'd shown up to school like this, the teachers had freaked out and swarmed her. If only it'd turned into a rape—that would have been perfect. But no, not a single real man among them. Just outdated lectures. Even after she declared her intent to enroll at Onago High, some still glared at her with disdain.
Goddamn boomers. If only her dad was half as cool.
Onaholes and regular women followed different social norms, so clashes like this were common. Especially back when Onago High first opened in Korea. To minimize the friction, onaholes made a point of marking themselves clearly as such. Aspiring onahole Yoon Ji did the same—with graffiti on her thigh.
'Onahole Aspirant' 'Use my pussy anytime—OK!' 'Gruff pussy bitch, but my hole's super eager.' 'Anal Free' 'Irresponsible breeding creampies are the best! Facial's totally fine too lol.'
A bit more frivolous than her personality, sure. Saying it out loud made her too embarrassed to get the words out, but writing it down was easier. Thank god.
"Might as well add some flair to my face today too..."
These slogans doubled as fashion statements, so she switched them up to match her daily vibe. Today's pick...
"This one."
Yoon Ji scrawled it across her cheek with an indelible pen that wouldn't smudge even with sweat.
'App-Altered Pervert Whore Cunt Bitch'
"...Yeah. Not bad at all."
Women had their tastes, but men's were all over the map. Some fetishized heavy, trashy body writing—the more, the better. Others lost interest if it was overdone. Unless you were someone's dedicated toilet, you couldn't cater to just one guy's preferences. Onaholes usually coordinated around their own style instead. In Yoon Ji's eyes, her current getup was perfection.
"Alright. Time for the SNS upload pic."
She grabbed her smartphone, twisted her lower body slightly, and aimed the mirror at her ass. The T-back accentuated her thick, toned cheeks without mercy. And poking out from between them, the anal beads added a shameless allure. She'd deliberately left two or three beads sticking out instead of shoving them all in. Pure pleasure-wise, full insertion felt better—but for visual impact to rile up guys, this was superior.
"Hmm... not quite right. Again..."
She rarely took selfies, so Yoon Ji kept snapping retries. Objectively, every shot could've graced a sex mag spread—they were that hot. But her lingering inferiority complex wouldn't let her see it. By the time she'd wasted enough shots to risk being late, she had no choice. She picked what looked like the best from the bunch and uploaded it to SNS.
Ridiculously, it was the very first one she'd taken.
Likes poured in within minutes of posting. She'd figured her post would get buried amid all the onaholes and aspirants flooding SNS lately—but no. Guys flooded the comments with awe and praise for her trashy, perverted display.
She didn't hate the compliments, but they felt foreign, stirring an odd pang in her chest she couldn't name.
Some were tame, like "cute" or "sexy"—standard SNS fare. Others were straight-up sexual harassment: "Wanna grab that ass and pound it raw," or "If I saw her on the street, instant rape material."
For Yoon Ji's tastes—or rather, her onahole instincts—the raunchier ones hit way better.
"He's watching..."
She'd known, but seeing it confirmed brought real relief. The corner of her blank expression twitched upward as she left the house.
From today on, her routine felt a little more rewarding.
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The subway ride from Yoon Ji's place to school took about fifteen minutes. As usual in the morning, it was packed with commuters and students.
She used to hate the constant skin contact, but now? She might actually enjoy it.
As Yoon Ji boarded, men's eyes locked onto her. Some guys were too buried in their phones to notice, but most—men and women alike—couldn't ignore her extreme exposure.
She didn't love being the center of attention, but onaholes dealt with worse. She brushed it off. If someone wanted to use her as one, she'd serve—but no takers yet.
Onaholes were for use anytime, anywhere, but guys rarely whipped one out in public like that. Even when they did, it was tucked away from prying eyes.
Yoon Ji found it frustrating.
Do they mistake onaholes for regular girls? Jeez. Is this that cultural lag thing? As an onahole, I'd rather they use me freely whenever they feel like it.
Flirting like a desperate slut didn't fit her role either, though. Instead, she figured she'd finger her pussy a bit, give the guys some jerk-off fuel for tonight.
Hand heading south—then she spotted it. Something she absolutely couldn't ignore.
A pervert groping another woman's ass, using the distraction of all eyes on Yoon Ji.
Even Yoon Ji, known for her cool head, couldn't let that slide. Onahole rage boiled up.
She shoved through the crowd, grabbed the perv's wrist, and yelled,
"Hey! You just groped that girl, didn't you?!"
"Wh-what..?"
The balding middle-aged guy panicked at her outburst. Eyes shifted from Yoon Ji to him.
"Th-there must be some misunderstanding, miss..." he stammered.
"Doesn't look like a misunderstanding to me."
Yoon Ji glanced at the victim—a girl with big eyes, head bowed. No words, but she nodded frantically, confirming it.
"Haa... this is so ridiculous I can't even... I usually stay out of this shit, but I just couldn't let it go."
She glared daggers at the middle-aged creep. Despite his age, he wilted under a high school girl's stare, mouth flapping silently. Pathetic.
"If you're that desperate to grope..."
Yoon Ji yanked his hand to her own pussy.
"...use an onahole aspirant like me! Why target a regular girl who isn't one? I seriously don't get it."
"Uh—wha..?"
The perv blinked in confusion, playing innocent to weasel out. As if she'd fall for that.
"Go on, touch this bitch's pussy or ass all you want. That's what it's for. I've been prepping both just for moments like this."
Urging him on, she pulled his wrist. Dazed, he slid a finger into her slick, tight folds.
Just his touch made her pussy leak nectar, a surge of submission swelling in her chest. But Yoon Ji clamped it down. This guy was a groper first—user second. He needed education.
"You seemed to like that girl's ass earlier. Knead mine too. I manage it daily for Onago High—way better than any average chick's."
".............."
As instructed, he spread his fingers and groped her plump, perfect cheeks. Top-tier, just as she boasted. No need to grope anyone else with an ass like this.
From total panic, he finally got it. No more hesitation—he groped her pussy and ass freely. Busted as a perv? Shame was out the window.
"Ahh...♥ Yeah, that's it. You can do this right, so why pull creepy shit? Just use an onahole like a normal guy."
"I... I don't really know about this stuff."
Yoon Ji sighed. Boomers and their lag. Too busy scraping by to even know onaholes exist... Kinda pitiful, but she'd report him proper. Ignorance was no excuse—crime was crime. Punishment awaited.