Chapter 83: My Homework is a Gangbang
"Alright, Dad. I'm off. I probably won't be back tonight, so don't wait up—just go to sleep."
"Okay... Just be really careful not to get hurt."
"Hurt? It's just heading to the park at night and getting gangbanged by some strangers. You're such a worrywart, Dad."
Onaholes—or aspiring onaholes like her—were strictly off-limits for serious injury. So even wandering the streets late at night, the worst she'd face was something like rape (though the very concept was laughable for an onahole), but nothing more threatening than that. Yoon Ji's dad knew this full well, of course. But parental hearts weren't always so logical, and he was buried under a mountain of worry anyway.
"I know that, but I can't help fretting anyway."
"That's 'cause you're not used to treating your daughter like an onahole yet. You'll have to get accustomed to it eventually, so use this as practice to relax a bit. Consider it part of the homework too."
"Mm... Yeah... You're right."
"Anyway, I won't be home tonight, so if your dick starts itching, just grab any onahole around and fuck her brains out. Got it? They all advertise themselves loud and clear, so they're easy to spot."
"...Nah. I'll turn in early tonight and save up some cum for your asshole tomorrow. No other onahole's doing it for me right now."
"Jeez, what a perv. A real onahole pussy's gotta be way better than some aspirant's slit. You could even use the regular pussy instead of anal... Whatever, do what you want. I'm off to do my homework. See you tomorrow. Bye."
Homework. That's right—this was homework. Special homework assigned directly by her teacher.
A few days after submitting her application, the teacher had given Yoon Ji this assignment.
'Go to a park at night and get gangbanged by the guys there. But you can't directly ask them for it.'
It was a pretty hardcore command, but like everything the teacher did, there was real meaning behind it.
'Yoon Ji, your pussy skills are top-notch—no doubt you'll pass that part with flying colors. But you've got two weaknesses. Not much experience fucking total strangers, and zero gangbang history. That could trip you up big time.'
The teacher was spot on. Yoon Ji hadn't fucked many guys she didn't know by face or name. Most of her experience came from guys she'd known before aspiring to be an onahole, or the teacher himself. She wasn't a total newbie, but compared to real onaholes, she was sorely lacking. Once she became one, she'd be screwing strangers like it was breathing—and that gap was a real flaw.
Her lack of gangbangs was even worse. The only time she'd been double-teamed was that one go with her dad and the teacher stuffing her mouth and ass at once. For an onahole, that was still a glaring defect.
Imagine a guy who loves gangbangs picking her out—if she couldn't properly service the friends he called over, what humiliation could be greater? None. The teacher's advice had pinpointed her shortcomings perfectly, as always.
The "don't ask directly" part seemed tricky, but it was just difficulty adjustment—nothing weird about that.
The very next day after getting the assignment, Yoon Ji headed straight to the park to knock it out. The sun was dipping low, streetlights flickering on as she approached the entrance. Before even stepping inside, a strange sound hit her ears—familiar, yet hearing it objectively after so long felt almost novel.
"Haah♥ Ungh, ah, hooooh♥ I love hobo cock♥ So awesome. Fuck my cockrag pussy harder♥"
Sounds like that overlapped in clusters, echoing from every direction like some lewd orchestra. The whole space felt like a motel built from moans and heavy air. Of course, that was just poetic flair—Yoon Ji had known this park would be full of it.
"I heard it turned into an outdoor sex mecca, but seeing it for real hits different."
Ever since onaholes appeared in the world, society had warped in all sorts of ways. This park was one victim of the change. Onaholes were free-use anytime, anywhere, but not everyone was comfortable with that yet, so public fucking wasn't always straightforward. Most guys used them at home or in secluded spots—but some couldn't even manage that. Those types brought their onaholes here.
It started with the desperate ones, but it evolved into a whole outdoor sex culture. Even guys with motels or homes at home came to chase the thrill. The park used to empty out at night except for homeless folks; now, it came alive after dark.
"Whoa... those sounds are intense."
The chorus of bitches in heat howling from all sides made Yoon Ji shrink her shoulders without thinking. Objectively, those slutty cries stimulating male conquest instincts were awe-inspiring. The shameless, animalistic self-debasement was undeniably real.
Those girls are probably the genuine article, huh?
Not wannabes like her, but certified onaholes. No one had told them to become one—they just were, with official stamps to prove it. Realizing that, she felt intimidated, the moans sounding even dirtier and more depraved.
She'd mostly dealt with Dad and classmates till now, so it'd felt natural. But now anxiety stirred in her chest again. Was she really cut out to be an onahole?
"Huh? What's a girl like you doing in a park like this? Didn't you hear what goes on here?"
"Eek...!"
She whipped around at the voice behind her. The owner was a middle-aged guy around her dad's age. Unlike her well-kept dad, this one had a bulging gut and grimy skin—straight-up sleazy, the type she'd instinctively guard against if she weren't an aspirant.
In his grip was a red leash connected to a naked girl about Yoon Ji's age, panting wetly and dripping from her crotch. Obvious onahole.
"What's a kid like you doing in a place like this? Looks like you don't know what this park's for. It's where guys come to play with onaholes. See this? This?"
"Kyeeeng♥"
The man yanked the leash, choking the onahole as she rose on tiptoes, her pussy twitching and squirting. Well-trained, clearly.
"Uh... umm..."
Yoon Ji just gawked, speechless. The guy clearly had no clue she was an aspirant. Onaholes and normal girls looked identical without the outfit giveaway, so it wasn't impossible. She'd come dressed plenty slutty—skirt way past dress code, cleavage-baring top—but compared to the park's onaholes, it was tame.
Surprisingly paternal despite his looks, the man lectured her with good intentions.
"They do pussy training here every damn day—y'know, breaking in onaholes like this. Nothing wrong with it, but not kid-friendly stuff. You wouldn't enjoy watching, right?"
He rubbed the onahole's clit with his shoe, and she squirted like it was a prize.
"See? Vulgar as hell—hard to believe she's human. That's pussy training. Boring, huh? So get outta here quick. Some guy might mistake you for one and try this shit."
He'd showed off on purpose to scare her off the park. It half-worked—she doubted if she could reach that level. And mistaking her for an onahole? That was the whole point.
"I'm going now. Head home safe."
He tugged his bitch's leash and vanished. Watching him go, Yoon Ji felt the weight of becoming an onahole again. He hadn't even considered she might be one. Did she really have the talent?
Then the teacher's words echoed:
'You've got what it takes to be an onahole, Yoon Ji. Trust me.'
"...Yeah. Gotta trust the teacher—who else?"
She slapped her weakening cheeks to snap out of it. No room for frailty.
"I'll nail this. Homework."