Chapter 90 Side Story 2 - Otaku Club's Queen Bee 2
The one who pushed open the door to the clubroom was Yeongsu from the same club. The moment Sia spotted his face, she sprang up from her seat and rushed over, throwing her arms around him in a hug. It was the kind of overly intimate skinship that could easily mislead any guy.
"Welcome~ I was waiting for you. Being all alone in the clubroom felt so lonely, you know? As expected, everything feels way more secure with you here. Why didn't you come earlier~ Ung?"
Her voice dripped with nasal coquettish aegyo. No couple overflowing with honey-like sweetness could pull this off so effortlessly. And yet, Sia doled it out casually to a guy who wasn't even her boyfriend—just a fellow club member. If that was a talent, it was her talent.
"Uh, uh yeah. You're right. If I'd known you were waiting, I would've come sooner. Right?"
Yeongsu scratched his head with a stiff smile, trying to play it cool. But the way his mouth twitched, on the verge of splitting into a goofy grin, gave away just how much he loved Sia's defenseless antics.
That's why otakus are such easy creatures.
To put it more bluntly, guys were simple creatures by nature. Show them a little kindness, and they'd delude themselves with fantasies that didn't exist, flailing around desperately to make it real. Otakus were especially prone to it. Someone like Sia, with her animation-like charm, had guys projecting their ideals onto her and harboring illusions left and right.
Sia lived by exploiting those illusions just a tiny bit. Not like some gold-digging flower snake demanding expensive clothes or shoes. Just enough flattery to stroke her ego and sense of presence, plus the occasional meal or treat—that was plenty. A give-and-take, really. They got their feel-good fantasies. She got validation and some small material perks. The key was moderation: nothing excessive, always balanced.
"Yeongsu... you didn't greet me properly again? We agreed on something more intimate between us, remember? We're super close friends, right? So our communication should be a little more... intense, don't you think?"
She puffed out her cheeks on purpose, tilting her head up at him with narrowed eyes. A perfectly calculated angle that guys ate up.
"Wh-what kind of communication?"
Yeongsu's cheeks flushed bright red as he feigned ignorance. As if he didn't already know exactly what she meant from his reaction alone. That's why otakus with zero balls are...
While thinking that, Sia also knew that very lack of guts made them so easy to handle on her terms.
She grabbed Yeongsu's hand and pressed it straight to her no-panty pussy.
"When you greet me, you do it by touching my pussy like this~♥ Forgot already?"
"Ugh... Ah, r-right? Sorry. I forgot again... Ahahaha."
Yeongsu's cheeks twitched as he felt the heat of her pussy flesh. For someone who'd "forgotten," he was awfully aggressive, rummaging around inside her with enthusiasm. His movements were clumsy as hell, no doubt about it—but still leagues better than her own fingers. Then again, that was only natural for an onahole pussy whose purpose in life was to be used by men.
Hehehe. See? Otakus are so easy.
Watching him poke around her folds like a boy exploring nerve endings, Sia thought that. Technically, as an onahole, she shouldn't be forcing a guy into this kind of greeting—but this pure otaku had no clue, happily going along with her pussy salute.
Onaholes are for men to use however they want. Begging to be used is one thing, but ordering or forcing them to touch your pussy? Ridiculous. They don't even know that—otakus are so pitiful.
Probably because they had zero real experience with women, they couldn't tell the difference between an onahole and a normal girl. It was kinda sad. But on the flip side, it worked perfectly in Sia's favor.
Normal onaholes had to stay passive. If guys didn't take the initiative, their pussies might as well grow cobwebs (though that almost never happened). But Sia was different. With her insight into otaku psychology and a dash of aegyo, she could get her pussy used whenever she wanted. Not many onaholes could pull that off.
"Ahem, ahem! S-so, Sia. What were you doing alone?"
Yeongsu couldn't tear his eyes from her pale skin but pretended nonchalance anyway. Was this an otaku flaw? Trying to play the gentleman and missing the onahole right in front of him. Cultural lag or something? Common among folks who hadn't fully grasped the new onahole culture—not surprising.
When he acted like that, Sia had to reel him in a bit.
"Oh, nothing much. Jerking off to some hentai anime on my laptop."
"Uh, uh. Hentai and jerking off, huh. I thought you weren't into that stuff before, Sia..."
"Well, now that I'm an onahole, my tastes changed. Don't overthink it. More importantly, wanna watch with me? Hentai like this is way more fun with a guy."
Not waiting for an answer, Sia dragged him to sit beside her. She opened her laptop and hit play on the paused anime, and soon the voice actress's moans filled the clubroom.
"Ah, this one..."
"You know it?"
The anime started, and Yeongsu instantly recognized it, blurting it out before he could stop himself. Otakus always wanted to show off when they knew something—but even with it obvious, he pulled back.
"N-no? I don't watch this stuff much. Just thought the voice sounded familiar."
He didn't want his rep as a hentai-jerking otaku to stick. Sia, seeing right through it, giggled and played the understanding, open-minded girl-next-door.
"It's fine~ All guys watch this stuff and jerk off. I don't judge. Honestly, I like a guy who can be upfront about hentai and chat about it."
No lies there. Just the unspoken caveat: a bold guy who treated bitches like onaholes.
"Hey, out of all these cunt holes in here, which one's your favorite? Hmm?"
Sia pressed her plump tits against him as she asked. Yeongsu hesitated, then picked one—the blonde twintail that looked just like her, her absolute fave.
Sia flashed a sly, bewitching smile and whispered in his ear.
"Oh... you picked the one that looks like me? What does that mean? Wanna use my pussy onahole?"
"N-no, not like that... Ah, b-but I don't not wanna use your pussy, it's just... uh..."
Yeongsu stammered excuses in a pathetic panic. Pitiful enough to snort at. But handy losers like him were easy to manipulate.
"Sigh... those characters have it good. Getting their cunt holes pounded so boldly by their owner. Wonder if there's a cool, aggressive guy out there who'd thrust into my fuckhole like that?"
Yeongsu's throat bobbed at her prodding words. Sia sneered inwardly and landed the finishing blow.
"I'd serve any guy who uses this fuckhole as my owner in a heartbeat."
That did it. Yeongsu couldn't hold back—he tackled her onto the sofa.
"Fuck, I can't take it anymore!"
"Kyaaang♥"
Pinned under him, Sia thought:
As expected, otakus are easy.