A Virgin Bitch? What the Hell Is That Supposed to Mean
"Then open wide and serve me properly, like a good bitch should."
With a commanding, intimidating voice, I gave the order and simultaneously pushed my cock toward Cha Suah's mouth.
Crouched on the floor holding her submission stance, she flinched at the sight of my massive slab of flesh now hovering right before her lips.
Her mouth had been open to answer me, her tongue peeking out slightly, so instead of her lips, my cock landed first on the flat of her tongue.
Ah, the feeling of that little tongue poking out from her small mouth brushing against my glans was honestly something else.
I'd been brimming with anticipation, looking forward to receiving service from a bitch who was, after all, an honor student of the onahole-training department.
"Hiih?! Hoooh..."
"...?"
"Haah, nnh... uuuuh..."
Contrary to expectations, Cha Suah did nothing but whimper and moan, unable to do a single thing with my cock in front of her face.
What the hell? What's wrong with her?
Just moments ago, she'd been staring straight into my phone camera, spouting lewd filth about how she wanted to become a vulgar bitch and be used as a cum dump.
Going by her words alone, I'd fully expected her to milk one load out of me with her mouth and then take the next one in her pussy.
But now that the real moment had arrived, her once-glistening eyes had lost their bearings and were darting frantically from side to side.
"Hnngh... u-uh, nnh..."
"Cha Suah?"
"Hiih?! P-Professor... no, M-Master..."
Cha Suah swallowed dryly and glanced back and forth between my shaft and my face.
Seriously, anyone watching would think I was forcing her into this.
The fact that a beautiful honor student from a prestigious university was crouched before me in a submission stance, mouth pressed up against my cock—every bit of it was her own doing.
Granted, I was the one who shoved my cock at her, but hadn't she been begging me to use her however I pleased long before that?
Still, shoving it straight into her mouth right off the bat was maybe a bit rushed?
Hm, thinking about it based on the common sense I know, that's a perfectly reasonable conclusion.
Going by my past experience, if all she did was panic when I jammed my cock right into her mouth like that, I'd count myself lucky.
But this place, after all, was a space warped by the Anomaly.
Doesn't it honestly make no sense for a top student of the Special Devotion Talent Department—the onahole-training department—to freeze up at the sight of a cock?
Convinced there had to be some other reason, I rocked my hips forward slightly and rubbed my stiff glans against her lips once more.
"What's the matter, student Suah? Don't tell me you mean to refuse your master's command?"
"N-no, of course not, Professor...! I mean, Master...!"
"Then what do you call this reaction of yours?"
At my flat, toneless question, Cha Suah's pale white cheeks flushed tomato-red in an instant.
Truly flustered, her legs trembled and quivered until, in the end, her submission stance collapsed altogether and she sank down to her knees right in front of me.
Fine. That much, I could let slide.
But a professor of the Special Devotion Department was not supposed to accept this as a given.
When I glared at her as if to ask what exactly she thought she was playing at, Cha Suah shook her head in a desperate flurry.
"I-I'm absolutely not trying to refuse, noo... it's just that, haah..."
"If not that, then what? If you have an excuse, I'll hear you out."
"W-well, the truth is... I've... hnn... never really—no, never at all—served someone's... genitals... with my mouth before..."
At that confession crawling out of her mouth in a shrinking little voice, I furrowed my brow and doubted my own ears.
Excuse me? You're the top student in theory.
How does it make any sense that a student who worked so hard to graduate with top grades from the onahole-training department can't manage a single act of oral service?
"Is this a joke right now? You're the top student in theory."
"Yes... I have... perfectly mastered the theory...!"
"Then what exactly is this?"
"Well... things like the tongue trajectories for stimulating a man's genitals, the regulation of oral pressure, lubrication theory utilizing saliva and the like... I memorized every page of the major course textbooks and got an A+..."
"You got one?"
"B-but... to my shame, I've never properly done it in practical training, so... I don't know how I'm supposed to work my tongue..." she whimpered.
Ah. So she's a theory nerd, is that it?
She has the fundamental knowledge down cold, but she's never been with a man, so she doesn't know how to actually do it?
What kind of absurd setting even is this?
Unable to believe it, I just stood there watching her in silence, and Cha Suah, tears of humiliation welling in her eyes, kept apologizing in a trembling voice.
"I'm really, truly sorry, Master... I know I claimed to be your bitch, but with my pathetic fellatio skills... I'm afraid I simply can't satisfy you..."
"Hmm..."
"I don't want to disappoint you... *sob*..."
That pitiful look in her eyes—genuinely terrified that she might fail to make me feel good.
Utterly dumbfounded, I let out a hollow laugh and pressed her further.
"Then what on earth was that contract you shoved at me earlier? And that grand declaration of yours about being a bitch? What exactly have you been practicing in this department for three whole years?"
"Th-that's... hngh! It was all taught in theory classes, through books and videos only, and... actually, the truth is I..."
Ah, right. A total beginner who's only ever learned from books and never once had the real thing?
Then just come out and say you're a virgin bitch, why don't you.
A face that pretty, a body that incredible, theoretical knowledge on top of it all, and even the initiative to come to me and make herself into my bitch of her own accord—and yet she's never once done it? A virgin? No way...
"I... have never, not even once, had real sex with anyone. I'm... a virgin."
"...I'm sorry, what?"
She's supposed to be anything BUT that.
The moment her answer registered, my train of thought derailed completely.
A virgin? This lewd pervert who's been wagging her tail at me, begging to become my bitch, is a virgin? How does that make any sense?
This Special Devotion Talent Department of Saul University exists with the insane purpose of working its female students as onaholes and training them into sex workers.
Wasn't this the worldview where students themselves believe that becoming such living cum receptacles is the life of an elite—so much so that they retake the college entrance exams just to get in—a world whose moral common sense has been completely corrupted and twisted into something sexual?
And a student who sat through three full years of that education—no, who rose to the very top of it as the department's top-ranked student—has never once had proper sex? A virgin?
On top of that, this filthy pervert of a woman who declared she'd become my exclusive bitch and came here with a dog tail plug inserted up her ass by her own hand?
You need to at least make sense. That's just straight-up nonsense.
But looking at Cha Suah's flushed face and glistening eyes as she knelt on the floor, trembling with embarrassment, she didn't seem to be lying to deceive me.
Besides, if she'd tried to lie, all it would take is laying her down and spreading her legs to verify the truth.
She was my personal student, not some random pupil, and she knew perfectly well that there was nothing she could do about it even if I used her education as the pretext for something like that.
Would someone who prepared herself to become my bitch of her own free will really take on the risk of losing my trust over such a trivial lie?
I didn't know Cha Suah all that well, but still, this struck me as genuinely impossible.
A virgin bitch, huh... If that's true, then something... must be seriously tangled up here?
Stroking my chin, I ran a rapid calculation over the Anomaly reporting app buried in my smartphone and the truth of this world.
Come to think of it, the Anomalies had only started appearing less than a month ago.
Granted, everything I'd examined so far suggested that memories and concepts from before the Anomalies emerged had all been forcibly twisted and falsified to fit them.
But that didn't necessarily mean every person's life had been perfectly rebuilt from the ground up.
In other words: Cha Suah remembered having earnestly studied three years' worth of hardcore theory and submissive attitudes, and the evidence authenticating those memories had been fitted into place accordingly.
Yet her actual body might still remain exactly as it had been—a perfectly ordinary, chaste, conservative student at a prestigious university, untouched until mere days ago.
Is that it...? Hah, who knows. Seriously, what the hell is with all these absurd developments.
My head was still a mess, but one thing was certain.
The situation before my eyes had just become the greatest jackpot of my life.
Whatever the case, when you think about it, this is fucking incredible.
A mind corrupted as thoroughly as a slut's, treating every manner of vulgar degradation as perfectly natural—and a body that has never once known another person's touch, pure white and untouched.
In effect, it meant I could develop and ravish every first this virgin bitch had, exactly as I pleased—an Anomaly in her own right.
And on top of that, I currently had the Anomaly that makes women fall for me, so there was no possible way any of this could go badly for me.
You could call it a royal flush.
Alright. Real or not, it's a jackpot either way. So—what now?
Two options lay before me.
Option one: gracefully wrap things up here, tell her to practice her technique thoroughly before our next session, and send her on her way.
I still hadn't gotten a firm read on Cha Suah's heart, and this would buy me time to plan out her training—so it was the most conservative, safest approach.
The other: have her open her mouth right now and, by force if necessary, teach her at least the basics of serving my cock before calling it a day.
There was a risk that if I crossed the line, her affection or anything else might shatter and rebuilding our relationship of trust could take time.
With my training regimen still unformed, my own inexperience might show through, too.
Send her away without getting off? Yeah, right. Not a chance.
My cock was already swollen to the point of bursting from drinking in the sight of Cha Suah's naked body and her mind-blowing gap moe.
Coming all this way—after she'd even declared with her own mouth that she'd become my bitch—to simply pull my pants back up would be a disgrace to every professor of the Special Devotion Department.
With a voice that was magnanimous yet layered with pressure, I bored into her anxiety.
"Student Suah. There's no need to worry so much. I'm not trying to berate you for lacking practical experience."
"Ah... P-Professor..."
"What is a university for, fundamentally? If a student has deficiencies, it is naturally a place to fill those gaps together with her professor, no?"
"Th-that's... true, but..."
"Besides, didn't you declare with your own mouth that you would become a perfect bitch?"
"Nnh...!"
"If you can't even manage the basic service of sucking and licking your master's cock, how could you ever sign that contract with your head held high?"
Under the combined force of my airtight logic and the affection passive, Cha Suah began to slowly come around—her eyes wavering rapidly.
I brought my pulsing shaft back up to her lips and whispered, very softly.
"There is nothing to fear. If you're a perfect blank slate, then all we need to do is paint the picture slowly, starting from the fundamentals."
"P-Professor... no, Master..."
"And I will help you very, very thoroughly, so don't you worry. Now—open your mouth."
Ah, honestly, even by my own standards that was shameless beyond words.
I'd wondered whether a speech like that would actually work, but it seemed the authority of a Saul University Special Devotion Department professor, combined with the affection passive aimed at me, was far more potent than I'd expected.
In the end, she crushed her fear and hesitation, gazed up at me with an expression brimming with loyalty, and opened her mouth.
"Haah... ah, y-yes... M-Master... I'm... in your care..."
"Good. Then take it slowly."
"Yes... hoooo..."
Exhaling a breath that shivered end to end, Cha Suah carefully puckered her small lips.
And with her eyes squeezed tightly shut, she leaned her face toward the tip of my massive glans.
- Slurp.
"Nngh... hah. Not bad."
"I-is it... really okay?"
"It's fine, so keep going."
"Y-yes, sir..."
The instant her tongue made contact, a jolting current of pleasure shot up along my spine and raced through my back.
That tiny, warm, unbelievably soft tongue-tip brushed lightly over the most sensitive spot on my glans—the urethral opening.
That was genuinely insane stimulation.
Perhaps emboldened by my words, she began to lick her way gradually from the glans down along the shaft.
"Chuup... slurp, chup..."
"Mm, good."
"Chub... slurp, slurp...! Churrrp...!"
She threw every ounce of that clumsy knowledge she'd learned only from the written word into her service.
Certainly, there was nothing practiced about it.
Not knowing how to open her mouth, her pearly white teeth kept grazing the tender flesh of my shaft; and swallowing me deep into her throat was clearly beyond her imagination, leaving her merely licking and sucking around the glans.
But the destructive power of that clumsiness was beyond anything I could have imagined.
In the world I came from, this haughty daughter of prestige—a girl I might never have exchanged a single word with in my entire life—
was now here, puppy ears on her head, tail plug twitching from her ass, mewling with my cock in her mouth.
If this situation didn't turn me on, that would defy all reason.
"Hnngh... chup, churrrp... haah... mmm..."
"Haah, yes. Very good, student Suah. Relax your tongue a little more, and try wrapping it around me gently."
Saliva trickling down from the corner of her mouth from her unpracticed tongue work, hot breath puffing from her nose—her warmth clung stickily to my crotch.
Wearing a thoroughly pleased smile, I gently stroked her silky black hair and her puppy-ear headband with my large palm.
At the praise, Cha Suah's closed eyelids fluttered open, and she sent me a glistening puppy-dog gaze that begged for more approval.
Rubbing her cheek against my hand, she puckered her lips all the more fervently, straining to suck the shaft into her mouth.
But nibbling timidly at the glans alone could not fully quell this about-to-burst lust of mine.
The moment I judged that she'd coated my cock in plenty of saliva and warmed it up to a reasonably smooth state—
"Chuup... haah... chup..."
"Student Suah."
"Hmm...? Hibuumph?!"
I didn't miss that split-second timing—the exact instant Cha Suah rounded her mouth to lick her way up the shaft.
With the right hand that had been gently stroking her head, I seized her by the nape and the roots of her hair, gripping tight.
As Cha Suah looked up at me with startled eyes, I flashed a leisurely smile and spoke.
"Student Suah. That timid little nibbling won't do at all."
"Hnngh...?!"
"A bitch must know how to take her master's cock shoved deep, all the way down her throat."
- Tsub...!
"Uph?! U-uuph...!"
"Starting now, I'm going to teach you exactly how a mouth is meant to be used."
And without a shred of mercy, I plunged my cock deep into her small, red mouth.