Your Classmates' Toy
In Yoon Ji's classroom lately, during lunch breaks, the boys had started gathering to play games more and more often.
They used to hang out in their usual cliques like at any other school, scarfing down gukbap or whatever, but recently, they'd wolf down their food as soon as the bell rang and huddle up in the classroom for some fun. And at the center of it all was Yoon Ji.
"Nghit♥ Hoo... hooo... ohhh♥"
"Aah... damn it. Shit, her pussy's clenching like crazy... I was so close, just a little more and she'd have gone off..."
The boy pulled his fingers out of Yoon Ji's pussy with a regretful groan. Just as he said, the moment his fingers slipped free, her pussy lips fluttered open greedily, her swollen clit twitching in frustration. If he'd only swirled them once more, he could've pushed her over the edge. He was pretty damn confident in his fingering skills, so this stung even more.
"Enough excuses—hurry up and get out. It's my turn. Her pussy's gonna cool off."
The next guy in line urged him on, and the first boy reluctantly stepped aside, making room for his dick. The new turn took over, shoving a thick finger into Yoon Ji's pussy. It clamped down eagerly, sucking the intruder in tight.
"Heh, feel how it's squeezing. This pussy's ripe. Let's see... wasn't her sweet spot right here?"
"Ngh!♥"
The boy twisted his finger once, and Yoon Ji bit her lip hard, fighting back the wave of pleasure. Her pussy got used so often that every guy in class knew her weak spots by heart. But cumming that easily would be an embarrassment—she had her pride to uphold.
What the boys were playing was a sort of Russian roulette using Yoon Ji's onahole pussy. You stuck your middle finger in and got five twists. Ten guys rotated turns, churning her up until she couldn't hold back and climaxed. Whoever's finger was inside when she blew won. Simple as hell, but nobody ever got tired of it—it was that addictive.
"Whoa... Yoon Ji's gotten way better at holding out. Back in the day, a little poke at her spot and she'd squirt right away. Must've trained it up good."
"It used to be about timing the weak spot just right, but now it's pure endurance. Heh."
Even this cocky guy finished his five twists and pulled out, smacking his lips in dissatisfaction. Pussy juice dripped everywhere, soaking the desk, her clit throbbing erect and engorged—but still, she teetered right on the edge without tipping over. Part of it was her improved control, but mostly, she was ramping up the thrill on purpose.
'If I cum too quick, the game's boring. I'm letting them play with my pussy—they deserve maximum fun.'
Onahole pussies were for draining dicks, sure, but they doubled as toys for games like this. Hell, you could argue dick-draining was the ultimate game, making onaholes toys at their core. So when the boys treated her like one, she had to play along full-throttle, make 'em grin ear to ear.
"Alright, my turn... shit, not confident here. Your pussy's on another level now, Yoon Ji..."
This guy didn't seem too sure of himself. But with her pussy clearly at its limit, he clung to faint hope and slid his finger in. And right then—
"Nghhoooo!♥ Ngho, ah, aaang♡ C-cumming... cummiiingggg!"
Her pussy finally gave out, spraying pent-up juices across the desk in a gushing climax. Cheers and groans erupted from the boys.
"Aw, so close. One more twist and it'd have been mine."
"That's pussy roulette for ya. Hey, look at that fountain—holy shit."
"Heh, yeah. Our Yoon Ji was that backed up, huh?"
One guy jammed his finger into her still-spasming pussy and stirred it up—no holding back now that the game was over. The winner, who'd lucked into victory with that single accidental thrust, pumped his fist overhead in triumph.
"Yes! Free ice cream! Snacks on someone else's dime are the best!"
The prize was humble: ice cream. Perfect for a quick classmate game. High schoolers betting real cash? Recipe for disaster. Using Yoon Ji's pussy for stakes kept it just right.
"Thanks to you, I score free ice cream. Appreciate it, Yoon Ji!"
The victor slapped her ass cheerfully by way of thanks. Polite kid, in his own way—like thanking a teddy bear.
"Haa... such a lame game, but anything with your pussy's a blast. No clue why."
"...Yeah? Glad you think so."
For an onahole, the ultimate honor was guys having fun. Dick relief or game toy, didn't matter.
"But getting treated like a game toy with your own pussy... doesn't that piss you off?"
Questions like that were old hat now—her answer came automatic.
"Nah, doesn't bug me at all. Makes me happy, actually? I'm an onahole wannabe. As long as guys enjoy using me, pussy relief or not, I'm good."
Spilling her creed like that shifted how the boys looked at her.
"Whoa... you really mean that. I still remember you as a normal girl, so I've been holding back... but at this rate, I can just treat you like a full onahole."
"Yeah, same. Been subconsciously braking it... guess full throttle's fine now?"
"Just don't mess up the next guy's turn."
Her words hit hard, reshaping their view. To her, it was obvious stuff—but if it meant they saw her true onahole self, she was grateful.
"Hey, don't we get bored doing pussy roulette every time? It's fun, but lunch every day? Kinda samey."
"Mm... still fun for me. But yeah? Got something new?"
"Bingo. Saw Yoon Ji with anal beads in her ass today—sparked an idea. Super simple rules. Wanna try?"
The proposer glanced at the others. No need to ask her permission—guys playing with an onahole? Asking first would be weird. Yoon Ji just appreciated their enthusiasm.
'Maybe I should brainstorm some onahole games myself? Leaving it all to them feels lazy.'
"Alright, grab your chairs—face her way and sit."
As she mulled that, the idea guy positioned everyone, then yanked the anal beads out of her ass with zero finesse. The rough pull sent her asshole into a light orgasm.
"Rules are dead simple. I'll shove beads in and out of her ass. Guess how many are left inside at the end. Easy, right?"
"Ooh, so read her face and reactions? Rules are simple, but guessing? Tricky."
"If exact's too hard, even/odd works. Odd gets 1 point, exact gets 3. We all rotate, highest score wins. Sound good?"
Straightforward and fun—the mood shifted to "let's do it."
Round one kicked off. Beads slipped into her one by one.
"Oh♥ Ah♥ Ahng♥ Hooot♥"
Clear reactions with each bead. Seemed straightforward... until
"Nghoooooo!?♥♥♥♥♥"
They'd been sliding in fine—then four yanked out at once. The sudden drop ripped a pathetic scream from her, her ass clenching in long, wailing ecstasy. That's where it got messy. Single inserts, rapid multiples, slow pulls, bunch dumps. Her "obvious" reactions turned the bead count into a nightmare with a few tricks mixed in. Some guys gave up midway, faces zen as they guessed blind.
About a minute later, the tormentor released the beads.
"How many?"
"Odd!"
"Even!"
Split down the middle—no exact guesses. Tough opener.
"Cool, reveal time."
He hoisted her lower half for all to see, slowly extracting: one, two, three, four...
"Four! Even!"
"Ka-ching!"
"Nailed it blind. Damn, harder than it looks?"
Groans from the 50/50 misses, shock from the hits. Either way, the new game hooked 'em.
"My turn next. Guess mine. Tougher than you think."
Another player stepped up. Lunch was ending on this high note. Pussy and ass turned full toy for the boys—Yoon Ji felt that onahole glow, clenching her hole tighter in resolve.