A New Beginning
"Ehh, and that's how it happened. Yoon Ji is now leaving our school to officially enroll at Onago High School, the specialized onahole academy. Since today is her last day here, everyone, please give her a proper send-off so you won't have any regrets later."
The teacher on the podium declared this to the class. The homeroom teacher, a man himself and a frequent user of Yoon Ji, couldn't hide his reluctance at her departure. Of course, even if Yoon Ji left for another school, he could just pick from the other onaholes and use them—but there were few that could give him that same thrill of defiling a student he'd personally taught.
Not just the homeroom teacher; all the boys in the class were deeply regretting Yoon Ji's departure. Before she'd set her sights on becoming a proper onahole, her relationships with the boys had been somewhat distant—like cows eyeing chickens. But ever since she'd started aspiring to onahole-hood, they'd become as tight-knit as could be. It made sense.
In any case, it was a well-known fact that nothing bridged the gap between men and women quite like cocks and pussies.
"Yoon Ji, can't you just not go to Onago? Honestly, you're already the best onahole we could ask for even without it."
"What am I gonna do without you? Lunchtime was the best entertainment playing with your pussy and asshole."
"Even if I fuck other girls, I'll never forget your pussy. It's just too deeply imprinted on me."
The boys vented their regrets like this as Yoon Ji prepared to leave. Yoon Ji was the type who stayed pretty nonchalant about goodbyes and new meetings—she wouldn't get all heartbroken over something like transferring schools. But this time, thinking back on her bonds with the boys stirred a mix of sadness and guilt.
"Sorry, guys. But I've got things I need to do. I decided to study hard and become a top-notch onahole. So more guys can use my pussy and feel good—that's the goal."
Thankfully, the boys understood. They were high schoolers, after all; they had enough sense to get it. They were just whining a bit out of regret—they had no intention of actually blocking her path.
"In exchange, can we all crash at your place sometime as a group? You're still an onahole even if you're not at our school anymore, right? We can use you anytime after classes."
"Of course you're welcome. That's the real way to use an onahole. Just give me a heads-up, and I'll leave the door open whenever."
At her words, the boys lit up with excitement, immediately huddling to schedule a group training session at Yoon Ji's house. Even if they went to different schools, their connections wouldn't break that easily.
In stark contrast to the boys' reactions, the girls seemed utterly indifferent to whether Yoon Ji went to Onago or not. The concept of "raw onaholes"—normal girls turning into them—was still so new that opinions among the girls varied wildly on how to position them socially. Some saw them as just women with a different job; others as filthy stains on womanhood. With no consensus, Yoon Ji simply couldn't fit into their groups anymore and ended up treated like she didn't exist. It wasn't like something that had always been there was suddenly gone, so there wasn't much reaction. If anything, the roughest comment was relief that they wouldn't have to smell night-blooming flowers and pussy during breaks anymore.
"Alright, since it's her last day, let's give every guy in class one last creampie in Yoon Ji's pussy. One per break time—if we can't finish, stay after school. Everyone cool with that?"
"Hell yeah!"
With that wholesome intent, the boys decided to create lasting memories of Yoon Ji's final days at ordinary middle school.
"Guys..."
Yoon Ji was genuinely touched by their consideration. They each had their quirks and mismatches, but when it came to looking out for friends, they rallied fast and shone. The more good friends, the better—and the more good cocks, the better. Yoon Ji reaffirmed that truth anew.
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"Whoa... what the hell is that? Covered head to toe in what looks like dried cum..."
"Must be one of those onahole things. Man, it's embarrassing to be a woman right now... Not sure if we should even count those as women, though."
After school, fresh from her farewell gangbang with the boys, Yoon Ji was walking home when girls her age whispered loudly enough for her to hear. It was only natural—she was strolling the streets coated head to toe in every boy's cum without missing a spot. Society hadn't fully accepted onaholes yet, so plenty of women still viewed them with hostility.
The boys, who usually gentlemanly dumped their loads only in her mouth-pussy and main pussy, had gone wild today since it was the last time, turning it into a full-body bukkake. The old Yoon Ji might have felt ashamed of such a sight, but not anymore.
She strode boldly, almost flaunting her cum-drenched body, stretching her arms wide with a big yawn.
"Haa... that was tougher than usual."
Classmates piling on for creampies happened often enough, but today's intensity was off the charts. Like a farewell party, she got it. They'd still meet up now and then, and she'd spread her legs as a cock-hole anytime, anywhere—but there was a world of difference between a hole you casually shared in the same class and one you didn't.
"..."
Yoon Ji glanced down at the message the boys had scrawled on her thigh. Crooked handwriting, but that only added to its charm.
SS-Grade Super Tasty Meat Toilet Pussy Certified – OO High Class X Boys
A certification mark, written with care letter by letter, just in case someone dared call her pussy nasty. It didn't mean much on its own, but thinking of their sincerity brought a smile to her lips.
"SS-grade super tasty meat toilet pussy... Yeah, that's right. That's how it has to be. Now that I'm enrolling at Onago High, the onahole academy, I'll make sure it is."
Her interview had been a smashing success—she'd proudly transferred into Onago. Only about 10% of the aspiring onaholes passed, and all four others she'd interviewed with failed. A huge win for her. She'd fretted over bombing despite private tutoring from her recommender, but those worries were unfounded.
"Sucks to leave my friends behind... but no helping it."
It wasn't a forever goodbye. As mentioned, they could use her pussy anytime they wanted. If anything, being an official onahole meant she could spread anywhere without weird looks—better convenience overall.
Official enrollment started tomorrow. Her class would be the general meat toilet track, as discussed in the interview. With her masochist toilet admission, she'd pick masochism special training for electives.
"Kinda... nervous."
She'd thought succeeding at transfer would wipe away all anxiety, but that was naive. Real worries hit after enrollment. Life was a chain of unease and fretting. Yet somehow, she felt an unfounded confidence that she'd push through it. Trials overcome always returned as self-assurance.
"You look way more confident than usual today, Miss Yoon Ji. Covered in cum like that all over. You're already the perfect onahole."
"Ah, Teacher!"
The voice belonged to her tutor—and Onago recommender. Yoon Ji's face lit up with joy as she scampered over to him.
"Congrats on Onago, Miss Yoon Ji. Knew you'd make it."
"Of course you did. You're my recommender there. Wasn't it all up to you?"
Her words carried a hint of Why didn't you tell me sooner? She wouldn't have stressed so much. Hell, he could've just unilaterally enrolled her.
"That's what makes it fun. Too soon to fast-track you into Onago, but you're a gem with potential. Cultivating rough stones like you? Heh, straight up, it was just roleplay."
Another cryptic line she couldn't quite parse, but whatever—she'd roll with it.
"Anyway. You got in purely on your own merits, Miss Yoon Ji. Hold your head high. I selected admits strictly by how much they turned me on—no funny business. Feel proud."
"...Yes!"
As the teacher said, Yoon Ji decided to take more pride in herself. She wondered if he'd pulled strings for his own student, but no—she knew better than anyone he wasn't that petty.
"See you at school then. Won't be as your teacher anymore, so it'll feel different—don't freak out."
With that, he jabbed her pussy—still slick with other men's drying cum—and left. Watching him go, Yoon Ji took a deep breath and steeled her gaze.
"This is the real start. Can't settle for just taking the first step in my onahole life."
She renewed her resolve. Her onahole future held who-knows-what, but it wouldn't be easy. School was just the beginning, the start of learning.
"Let's do this! Me!"