Then, the Interview Begins
'...This is nerve-wracking...'
Yoon Ji clutched her pounding heart, which felt like it might burst out of her chest, and took deep breaths. With the most important moment of her life right in front of her, it was no wonder she couldn't calm down no matter how hard she tried.
The morning after Yoon Ji had completed her first gangbang assignment and returned home, her dad had shared some incredibly joyful news. The application she had prepared together with her teacher had passed the document screening. It was, without a doubt, fantastic news. Yoon Ji had nearly collapsed right there and burst into tears upon hearing it.
But that wasn't the end of it. She still had two more hurdles to clear: the interview and the practical exam. The practical exam was just business as usual for her, but the interview filled her with dread. She had no confidence that she could articulate why she deserved to attend Onago High School over the other onahole aspirants in a coherent way.
When her teacher heard about Yoon Ji's worries, he simply said, 'No need to worry at all. Yoon Ji, you'll definitely pass both the interview and the practical exam. I guarantee it.' But he didn't offer any specific tips for the interview. Yoon Ji couldn't fathom how he could declare it so confidently, but if her teacher said so, it had to be true. Even knowing that, she couldn't quite steady her fluttering heart.
"Hoo... Hoo... Hoo..."
The other onahole aspirants waiting their turn beside her seemed just as nervous. Each was using their own method to psych themselves up. For instance, the girl sitting next to Yoon Ji was gently teasing her nipples, letting out soft sighs as she practiced answers to anticipated questions. To avoid mistakes in the interview, staying relaxed was key above all else. And for a pervert aspiring to be an onahole, there was no better way to relax than this.
Taking a cue from her rival, Yoon Ji lightly touched her clit to ease the tension. The moment her finger brushed it, her pussy grew soaking wet, and the pleasure washed away her fear and anxiety.
Haa... This does make me feel a bit better... Let's think about possible interview questions while I'm at it.
With familiar motions, Yoon Ji stimulated her pussy and clit while mentally reviewing pre-prepared questions. Toying with her pussy with her fingers while thinking of other things would have been impossible for the old Yoon Ji, but for the current version—utterly accustomed to masturbation—it was a piece of cake. With a pussy so developed that even a light rub could send her into extreme heat without needing lewd fantasies, anyone could manage this much.
Haa... Pussy, pussy, pussy... Nice. An onahole just needs to think about getting impaled on cock. I'll definitely pass the interview. If I push my onahole instincts to the limit. Reason I want to be an onahole... To serve cock. Things I've done to become one... I could list a hundred. Yeah, exactly. Just say what I did with Teacher. Stay calm.
Indeed, masturbating her pussy helped settle her mind a little. Her heart rate had quickened from the masturbation, but the mental calm it brought made it a worthwhile trade.
As she focused intently on masturbating with divided attention to unify her spirit, someone suddenly tapped her shoulder.
"Huh...?"
"Excuse me, are you Yoon Ji, here for the interview today? We've been calling your name for a while, but no response..."
"Ah.... Sorry."
She'd been so lost in masturbation that she'd lost track of time. Glancing at the clock, she saw that twenty minutes had already passed since she started. She'd thought maybe just a minute had gone by—how could time fly like this?
"You're up next, so get ready. Got it?"
"Yes... Sorry for the trouble."
"No worries, it's all part of the job. Besides, it's rare to see someone as immersed in pussy play right before the interview as you. Hehe, look at that floor—it's drenched. How much pussy juice does it take to make a mess like that? You've got talent."
As the interview attendant said, looking down revealed that Yoon Ji's pussy juices had soaked the classroom floor. Even she, the source, was shocked.
"You'll probably pass that round."
"Ah... Thank you."
She knew it was just polite encouragement, but it was still appreciated. Yoon Ji bowed politely in return, but the attendant's words turned out to be more than empty flattery.
"I've volunteered here pretty often, and every time, pussies who get so lost in masturbation that I have to tap them like this—all one hundred of them—passed. Onaholes who can focus that intently on their pussies always get recognized. I'm a student here too, so if you transfer in, let's be friends."
"...Yes. Thank you so much. We might end up in the same class. I'll do my best to make it happen."
It was just a personal superstition, but hearing it still boosted her morale significantly.
"Numbers 71 through 75, enter the interview room."
Yoon Ji, number 74, was included. She rose from the chair slick with her pussy juices and headed to the interview room. Her wildly beating heart had now calmed. In this condition, the interview would be a breeze.
She thought so, at least.
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But as Yoon Ji stepped into the interview room with that thought, it all proved unfounded. She was so stunned her eyes nearly popped out—not from nerves, but because someone utterly unexpected was casually seated there as if it were natural.
Her home tutor teacher. Seeing him planted squarely in the center among the interviewers left Yoon Ji struggling to hide her confusion.
A nameplate on his desk indicated his position: Onago High School Student Recommender.
T-Teacher is the Onago recommender?!
The one person in the country who could freely select women to become onaholes. Even in this modern age of SNS and the internet, his face and name remained completely unknown for some inexplicable reason, fueling endless rumors. And that person was her home tutor?!
"Interviewee number 74? Why are you just standing there? Sit down. We need to start the interview."
"Ah, um... S-Sorry..."
For whatever reason, Yoon Ji meekly took her seat as instructed. The teacher acted as if he knew nothing about her, showing no reaction whatsoever—naturally, since acknowledging her during the interview might cause misunderstandings.
Her earlier calm shattered, replaced by intense turmoil. What was going on here? Was the teacher perhaps giving her some kind of advantage? It was a pathetic hope even to her own ears, but...
What kind of nonsense is that? I never expected anything like that from the start. I just need to do exactly as Teacher taught me. No getting arrogant with useless hopes or disappointed for no reason.
Besides, if she thought about it, she already had an advantage: the recommender himself guaranteeing she had the skills to enroll. What better way to soothe an interviewee's nerves and bolster their confidence?
The central interviewer—her teacher—spoke up.
"You've all worked hard to get here. You are the exceptional onahole aspirants from across the nation, specially selected as worthy of attending Onago High School. You all have more than enough achievements to qualify. But only a few will truly be admitted. I hope you all leave this interview with satisfying results."
"Then, the interview begins."