Chapter 42
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 42
Chapter Title: Women's Liberation Movement Headquarters President, Seo Ha-rin (Middle)
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"...What are you grinning about like that?"
My bold declaration of a copulation duel must have struck him as ridiculous, because the man smirked with just one corner of his mouth lifted.
"Haha, a full-grown adult woman talking about premature pussy, dickie poke-poke, and shit like that—how could I not laugh?"
"Hmph! Don't try to regulate women's language. Every woman has the right to use whatever words she wants freely."
"Fine, whatever. So, how exactly does this 'copulation duel' work?"
"An instructor who doesn't even know the basics? Your education must be sorely lacking."
I shot him a cold, disdainful glare as I scolded him.
Copulation duel.
It's one branch of the decision-making methods traditionally agreed upon by men and women to settle disputes.
This common sense was so ingrained in our society that it infuriated me how this man pretended not to know it.
He was probably just a pervert getting off on watching a student blush and explain something embarrassing like a copulation duel on purpose.
To deny him any satisfaction, I delivered the facts in a flat, emotionless voice.
"A copulation duel is a contest where a man and woman pleasure each other, and the one who reaches climax more times loses."
"Oh? And how do you confirm a climax?"
"I should be the one asking that. Denying a climax in a copulation duel is something only an onahole would do, right? What's the point of hiding it?"
Anyone with common sense would naturally report every climax, wouldn't they?
Hiding it was the kind of vulgar act only a cheap onahole would pull—someone in heat who just wanted to cum wildly regardless of the duel.
"...Let's just get this duel started. Some of us have busy schedules."
No matter how pathetically sensitive my premature pussy was, I wouldn't lose to a man who didn't even know what a copulation duel was.
Before the match, following traditional etiquette, I changed into my school uniform—copulation-optimized attire. It was a stylish outfit I'd modified from the clothes I wore back when I was still a high schooler before becoming an Academy student.
Fishnet stockings with diamond patterns accentuating my legs, a blouse that barely covered my chest and left my midriff completely exposed, and a skirt shortened to the length of a handspan, so short that even a breeze would flash my ass.
It was flawless. After changing into my copulation uniform, I prostrated myself before Instructor Jung Jin-hyuk and begged for his dick.
Like performing a deep bow, I clasped my hands politely together, pressed my forehead to the floor, and said,
"Please thrust your dick into Ha-rin's worthless pussy and give me one round of climax duel... ♥"
Until the copulation duel proved his was the prematurely pathetic dick that came first, it was common courtesy to thank your opponent for deigning to use your worthless pussy.
...?
Was this right?
I definitely hated fawning over men like this with every fiber of my being...?
And doing it so humiliatingly, bowing and scraping...? Was there even such etiquette...?
The doubts bubbling in my mind vanished the moment he started fingering my pussy with his thick fingers.
"Ngh... ♥ Thank you for using Ha-rin's pussy... ♥" Following etiquette, I expressed my gratitude to him.
Hmm, this guy. His dick might be pathetic, but his fingers were pretty good. True to copulation duel manners, he was gently caressing the female pussy, granting permission for mating.
I mean, I wasn't some female or onahole—I was a proud woman—but for this brief moment, experiencing life as a rights-less fucktoy onahole didn't seem so bad.
"How's it feel right now?"
"Of course it's disgusting...? That thanks earlier was just following etiquette... ♥ There's no way a touch from a man like you could feel good..."
"Be honest, and I'll wreck your clit too."
"....Huh?"
Wreck my clit? It already felt good, but if he used those fingers on my clit too, how amazing would that be?
But no, cumming before the real copulation even started? Even for my pathetic premature pussy, that'd be too shameful.
"No... don't... ♥"
As I squirmed and hesitated, he persuaded me by gently swirling his middle finger inside.
"Once you cum once, won't it be less sensitive next time? It's just a tactical retreat for a greater advance."
It was convincing. My body was already heated up with this teasing pleasure—if his dick went in now, I'd probably cum like a vulgar onahole right away.
"...Fine, I'll be honest... ♥"
"Good girl."
As expected of a copulation duel newbie, he was even giving advice to his opponent.
Pathetic. I'd let myself cum once to calm my pussy down, then make him blow his load dozens of times after.
I could clearly picture his miserable defeat. Would he still be smugly giving advice after losing?
No way.
So for now, I'd play along like a pathetic female onahole and humor him.
"Teacher's fingers wrecking my pussy feel so good... ♥"
"Yeah?"
"Yesss... ♥ Your thick fingers gently stimulating inside make Ha-rin feel like she's melting... ♥ Ah, I just came a little..."
"Every time I signal, squeeze inside."
"Y-Yes...? What do you m-mean...? Hiiik... ♥... I'm cumming... ♥"
Suddenly, Teacher started rubbing my clit with his palm.
Caught off guard by the intense stimulation, I unconsciously obeyed his command, contracting my vaginal muscles and slurping at his fingers.
"That's it, good girl."
Like rewarding me, he scraped my G-spot, gifting me pleasure.
"Hii... ♥ I'm cumming again... ♥ Heek... ♥"
"One more time—one, two."
"Haaang ♥ Huut ♥ Ek ♥"
He was like a beast trainer, repeatedly ordering me to squeeze my pussy and rewarding my obedience.
I was starting to understand, just a little, the mindset of an onahole who'd sworn unconditional submission to a man, forsaking all human rights.
The feeling of mindlessly squeezing my pussy and getting rewarded with orgasms and praise every time I obeyed... it was indescribably good.
I never knew submitting to a man could bring a sense of security or joy.
I'd thought such things had no place in my life.
Being toyed with by his fingers while obediently squeezing felt amazing.
Far more orgasms than I'd planned.
I'd sworn just once, but when he precisely stroked my G-spot with his long fingers, I helplessly came again.
The fluffy pleasure filling my head clouded my thinking.
And no wonder—with clear reason intact, stupid thoughts like 'I want to give everything to the man in front of me' wouldn't cross my mind.
My thoroughly orgasmed body had calmed a bit. Unlike before, when it was tensely clenched, now it had melted from pleasure, dripping lewd juices, fully ready for copulation.
A body this prepared could surely conquer his pathetic dick in one go.
As I pulled off his pants, I pondered what came after victory in the copulation duel.
Freed from gratitude obligations, the Women's Liberation Movement Headquarters could ramp up activities.
We could guide women who'd suppressed their desires due to patriarchal oppression, abandoning the onahole life, back to the paths they truly wanted.
Having briefly understood the onahole mindset, I'd do it even better now.
'Not that I'm like those lowly women who succumb to base desires.'
The stray thoughts vanished the moment I pulled down his pants.
"This is... Teacher's thing...?"
Could a simple word like "big" describe it?
The veiny cock felt as thick as my wrist. Just touching it briefly, despite the size, it was incredibly hard—Teacher's tool.
Was that even possible? Wait, maybe he was cheating.
"...Using magic is cheating, Teacher—like body enhancement or transformation..."
"Haha, this is just my natural body. You can tell from the mana flow."
I couldn't believe it, but everything Teacher said was true. Feeling it up close, there was no magical interference.
Just looking at it made my womb sink in surrender, preparing for defeat sex, but I, Seo Ha-rin, couldn't admit defeat.
"Ahem, thinking I'll forfeit just because it's big would be a mistake!"
"Hmm, Ha-rin, you don't have to push yourself. What if you overdo it with that pathetic pussy and end up wanting to become an onahole?"
"Such insulting words...!"
He smeared the dripping pussy juice from my cunt onto my hand, then guided it to stroke his cock.
"Ngh... ♥"
The heavy sensation transmitted through my hand. The hot, blood-filled rod pulsed clearly.
It throbbed in time with Teacher's heartbeat, as if asking if I was ready.
"Pretend your hand is your pussy."
'This thick thing you can barely grip with your hand is going to churn Ha-rin's insides,' he said, moving his cock through the O I'd made with my fingers.
"Ha-rin's hymen would probably tear around here."
Only the glans had passed through my finger ring. There was still so much left.
Following Teacher's lead, his cock slid smoothly into the small circle I'd formed with my fingers.
"Here." Teacher grabbed my hand and stopped it.
This far in, and it'd reach Ha-rin's womb entrance.
"...This... far?"
"He'll thrust in so deep you can't even move, then pin your womb entrance motionless, making you feel good."
"Hii... ♥"
"A womb orgasm you can't feel from normal sex—if you experience it too much, you might crave becoming an onahole, right?"
"Liar... ♥"
"So, how about admitting defeat right here?"
...Hah, I flinched for a second, but I saw through his intent completely.
Obviously, it was all show—no substance, just a premature dick. He was desperately hiding that it'd wilt after one thrust, without even reaching my womb.
That's why he was goading me to surrender without testing it.
I'd almost chickened out from its size without even fighting.
"...Shut up."
"Oof, such a dirty mouth." He chuckled.
Pretending to be relaxed—your thoughts are transparent.
It was suspicious, like he thought I'd turn into a mindless onahole submitting the moment his dick went in.
"Even if my pathetic pussy stupidly came first in the prelims, the real copulation hasn't started yet!"
Following traditional etiquette, I lay on my side, spread my pussy with my fingers, and declared boldly,
"If you're confident, Teacher, train my worthless pussy with that massive dick and turn me into an onahole!"
Each orgasm made me understand the onahole mindset a bit more, which scared me slightly, but the odds of me fully abandoning human rights for onahole life were 0%.
It was a duel I couldn't lose. In a contest where the one who cums more loses, and he'd already used up his pussy privilege, defeat was impossible.
If he properly fucked my pussy, that size-without-substance dick would cum repeatedly for sure.
"You sure about this?"
"Hmph, worry about yourself." I snapped back at his pointless concern.
"The real copulation duel starts now!"