Chapter 79: Toys on a Toy
"From today onward, let's seriously cultivate your masochist aptitude."
The teacher, visiting Yoon Ji's house for the first time in a week, declared it so. Since this aptitude was fundamentally different from ordinary pussy sex or anal sex training, Yoon Ji approached the lesson with a sense of tension.
The teacher explained, "Even though it's called masochist aptitude, anything that causes fatal damage to the body is prohibited at the school level, so no need to worry too much. Just a few marks left on the skin? Plus, we emphasize the mental side as much as the physical, so no need to be that scared. Alright, first, let's get your mindset straight. Say it with your own mouth: what is an onahole?"
"An onahole exists to be men's plaything. Therefore, for men's pleasure, I'll sublimate all pain and suffering into ecstasy."
Satisfied with Yoon Ji's response, the teacher clapped approvingly.
"Okay, okay. That's a great mindset. Heh heh heh, for onaholes, this kind of attitude is key. You can train your pussy yourself, but mindset isn't that easy to build. Let's get started right away."
The teacher pulled out a common clothespin, the kind you see everywhere. Simple tool, but perfect for inflicting pain without serious harm. He clamped it onto Yoon Ji's nipple.
"Hooah...♥"
The moment the teacher attached the clothespin, a sweet moan escaped Yoon Ji's lips. It hurt, no doubt. The sensitive nipple gripped tight by the unrelenting jaws nearly brought tears to her eyes. But, but that pain wasn't unwelcome. It felt like proof she was fulfilling her duty as an onahole—it even made her happy.
"Ooh, the nipple's already erect, pushing back against the clothespin. Or should I say, begging for more torment? Either way, you've got plenty of talent as a maso meat-toilet bitch. Heh heh heh."
The teacher then clamped another clothespin on her other nipple. Both nipples strained erect, pinched taut—it looked downright lewd.
"Hoo... Already pussy juice leaking out. Feeling good already, huh?"
"Haa...♥ It's... well... not that the pain itself feels good, but... the fulfillment of being used as an onahole by a man... that's what makes me happy."
"Words worthy of an exemplary onahole. But that's not enough. To truly call you a masochist onahole, you need to convert the pain itself into pleasure. Let's step it up."
"Yes."
The teacher was right. Wrapping it up in vague terms like fulfillment wasn't the point. To truly entertain men, she had to let them revel in the bitch's shameless display of turning agony into ecstasy.
"Let's see. Clothespins are good for now. Was thinking of putting some on your face, but that'd look bad visually. Instead, let's try this."
The teacher pulled out another toy and dangled it in front of Yoon Ji's eyes. A massager—more precisely, a low-frequency one for loosening knotted muscles. On low, it just makes the area buzz and vibrate. But on high...
"Ooh, I can see your pussy drooling thick strings just from looking. You already know what this is for?"
"Ah... I've seen it used in ero-manga a few times. I get the gist."
"It's just a plain old low-frequency massager. Depending on how you use it, the purpose changes a bit. Heh heh heh heh."
With a sleazy grin, the man attached the low-frequency massager to both of Yoon Ji's sides. She'd barely used anything like this before, sending a chill down her spine.
"Alright. Here we go. Starting now~"
"Eughoooooh?!?♥"
A shocking jolt shot through both sides like electricity crackling up her body. The intense muscle-stimulation pain nearly made Yoon Ji collapse on the spot. She stayed upright only through sheer willpower.
"Hmm, not sure the exact intensity. I'll fine-tune it with the app."
As Yoon Ji writhed madly from the searing pain climbing her sides, the teacher fiddled with his phone, adjusting settings. Soon, the sensation from the massager shifted trajectory.
"Oot!♥ Oot!♥ The feeling... the feeling's all weird and tinglyyy♥ M-my womb... it's like getting zapped right in the woooomb...!"
The pain from her sides twisted into a bizarre sensation that clenched her womb. She'd never felt pain so directly targeting her womb before—the most sensitive, vital organ in a woman's body. Drool trickled from Yoon Ji's lips. Any lapse in focus, and she'd collapse unconscious. But she held on, because alongside—or even surpassing—that pain was another sensation.
F-feels so gooood... W-why... my womb's throbbing and twitching with this unknown pleeeasure...
As if her womb itself was an erogenous zone, screaming that the harsher the treatment, the better it felt. Pain and pleasure in exquisite conflict. No—fusion. Amid the storm of chaotic sensations, Yoon Ji couldn't hold back. Her pussy gushed as she climaxed. Her first pure womb orgasm, without touching pussy or clit.
"Ooh, thought I rushed it, but you hit womb climax right away? Heh heh, good, good. Means you've got more maso talent than I thought. But we can't make pain your one-trick pony—that'd get boring. Let's go classic next."
Legs splayed, pussy juice still squirting, Yoon Ji awaited her next womb climax. The teacher pulled out another tool—an electric massager common in AV vids. Meant for loosening muscles, but obviously not for that here. He gently pressed it against her pussy. No need for hard pressure—just power on and lightly touch the clit.
That was enough.
"Nghoooooooh!!!"
The relentless buzzing vibration hammered her clit. Pure pleasure this time, different from pain. Her well-trained pussy had maxed out sensitivity; the electric massager made it impossible to endure even a second. Clothespins on nipples, low-frequency taming her womb, electric massager crushing her clit. With all three at once, Yoon Ji flailed in near-mad ecstasy.
Tools weren't like human hands—no emotion, no warmth. But they never tired, never lost interest, always straight and diligent. Diligently pushing Yoon Ji to her limits.
"Ooh, pussy juice just keeps pouring nonstop. How many climaxes is this? Or are you cumming right now? Huh?"
"Ooooh♥ Ooook♥ Ok, ookooook♥"
As the teacher said, Yoon Ji was in climax hell. This three-point simultaneous training was on another level from before. Her spread legs, rigid like frozen muscles, wouldn't close. She teetered on collapse but held firm. Because crumbling here might end this pleasure forever. That would be... such a waste.
"Eut, oot! Oot! Oooht!♥ C-coming, it's coming, cooomiiing...!"
Coming? Before the teacher could ask, her pussy showed ominous signs—a yellow stream shot out.
"Whoa, fuck, what the hell?!"
The teacher yelped, yanking the massager away and jumping back. But the piss stream, once started, showed no sign of stopping. Yoon Ji's utterly melted face suggested she had no intention of stopping anyway.
"Jeez, scared me. Fuck, if you're gonna piss, say so first... Still needs more training. Well, not like I'm drilling her hardcore like Hyeonju, so this is par for the course."
The teacher brushed piss off his clothes, then lazily adjusted his app to clean up. Still sniffing suspiciously, though. Looking annoyed, he geared up to torment her harder—but glanced at her face and softened with a chuckle.
"Fuckin' bitch, look at that face. Totally spaced out... Cute, so I'll let it slide this once."
Yoon Ji's face was wrecked from excess pleasure, lingering nipple and womb ecstasy—drool, tears, snot ruining her neat features. Unseemly sight. But to the teacher, this was how women looked best.
"Training resumes. Fix your posture, pussy bitch."
"Heh, heee..."
That day, the teacher went all out too, training her straight until Dad came home.