Chapter 43

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Translator: penny

Chapter: 43

Chapter Title: Women's Liberation Movement Headquarters President, Seo Ha-rin (Part 2)

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I'd shouted it with confidence, but it was terrifyingly huge.

"...This thing... inside me...?"

While I hesitated, gripping his cock, he mocked me.

"Scared?"

"No way. I could make this pathetic dick cum in one go."

I bluffed, but my trembling didn't stop.

"If you imagine yourself as an onahole, wouldn't it be easier to make me cum?"

Even in this situation, he was giving me advice like a know-it-all—cocky enough that one wrong move could cost me the mating match. Yet his tips were annoyingly specific and helpful.

Think of yourself as an onahole... Yeah, if I acted like one of those losers whose life goal was to fawn over men, submit, and milk out every drop of cum?

Winning a mating match against a guy would be a breeze.

I closed my eyes and tried. I'd turned plenty of women into onaholes before, but imagining myself as one was tough.

I'd always thought I was different from them.

I recalled the Women's Liberation Movement Headquarters motto: Stop pretending to be intellectual women and fight for the right to live honestly as onaholes, driven by your desires... or something like that.

A slogan I'd never agreed with, but I applied it to the real examples right in front of me.

I focused on the gazes of my club members, now turned into onaholes.

That grotesque, massive meat rod—what was so great about it? They'd tossed aside their dignity as women, blankly fondling themselves between their legs like cheap sluts.

No trace of intellect left—just pathetic bitches with blissful smiles, fingers idly playing with their pussies.

"Me... as an onahole...?"

I realized my own pussy was drenched and throbbing with excitement.

Body ready. Mindset checked.

What would an onahole do? I imagined the 'onahole mindset': submitting to a strong man who dominates you, treated like an object with no rights, roughly used as a cum dump.

Living that miserable life yet worshiping and loving the master who uses you—that's an [onahole].

The Women's Liberation Movement Headquarters helped these bitches reborn as onaholes instead of 'women,' raising average women's rights in the process.

Pretending to be a woman while aspiring to be an onahole, scurrying around for a master to crush and own you—that alone harmed women's rights.

I was nothing like those pathetic creatures, but faking it as an onahole for this situation? No big deal.

Just method acting a role. Not actually becoming one.

Temporarily sinking to that horror? Unthinkable.

'It's all just acting...♥'

"I'm... an onahole...♥"

I tried coquettishly. Humiliating. Shameful. Fawning over a mere male.

Spreading my pussy with my fingers, begging him to fuck me—it was utterly vulgar.

"Please use this pathetic bitch onahole pussy however you want...♥"

Why did something so trashy make my heart race like this...?

"Good girl."

Talking like an onahole, acting like one—it was starting to warp my thoughts too. Spreading my pussy for teacher's huge cock, seducing him, getting praised... I grinned like an idiot.

"...Hurry and fuck me, fill me with your worthless cum...♥"

Before this weird feeling deepened, I had to end the mating match quick. Teacher started shoving his massive cock inside me.

"Ngh...♥ This... is what it feels like...♥?"

It should have been agonizing agony losing my virginity, but my body—heated up in anticipation of teacher's cock—reacted the opposite.

Even amid the pain, pleasure hit sharp and clear, making me shudder like I'd been electrocuted.

Not some slutty onahole, yet feeling joy as my virginity was pierced. I'd saved it for no reason like this guy, though.

The sorrow of losing my cherished purity melted away as master—no, teacher—stroked my hair and praised me.

"Mm, Ha-rin's virgin pussy. Fucking delicious. Probably second-best virgin I've eaten so far."

Why did my heart pound at this trash talk, ranking women's worth by how tight and chewy their virgin pussies were?

His rough palm pressing my back, forcing my hips up to take his cock deeper—that was all.

Why had my recent sadness flipped to relief that I'd given my virginity to teacher?

"Am I tasty, teacher...?♥"

To my question, teacher unleashed misogynistic, insulting sexual harassment.

"Fucking delicious, shit. Even after the mating match, I'd wanna fuck this pussy."

"Eut... No...♥ Don't say that to a woman, teacher...♥"

His brutal pounding against my womb nearly convinced me, but I couldn't allow it.

Saying he wanted to fuck his cadet even after the match?

Roughly raping a student like an onahole mid-match was natural, but declaring he'd keep fucking me afterward? Straight-up harassment.

...Wait, is that... right? Was the mating match even natural to begin with?

A hazy doubt rose, but teacher's relentless womb-battering shut down my thoughts. My pussy walls clung, sending pleasure back to its owner.

Eut...♥ Doesn't matter...♥ Teacher's cock feels too good... forgive him...♥

Since I wasn't protesting his taboo words to a normal woman, teacher ramped up the absurd persuasion.

"Ha, fuck. Quit being a cadet and be my onahole? Set an example for your organization."

How could a rightless onahole lead anything? Total nonsense.

But the head of an organization that turns women into onaholes being one herself... maybe not so weird?

No, how could I abandon my rights for something so trivial? I refused firmly.

"Eut...♥ I wanna...♥ be teacher's onahole...♥ But I can't...♥"

Wait? What did I just say?

Probably just mindless flattery from getting too into the match.

Couldn't be my real feelings.

I meant to refuse outright, but the overwhelming pleasure made me slip.

Teacher's swirling stimulation on my cervix tip sent me over again.

"Hnggh...♥ Whaaat's this...♥ Weird...♥ Cumming again♥"

Gently pressing, hitting spots no normal sex could—it was addictive.

'Womb sex...♥ Might get hooked...♥'

I'd cum double digits already, but teacher hadn't once.

At this rate, I'd lose the match, and the club would get audited.

That couldn't happen... but teacher was too skilled at this.

"Just be my onahole, you bitch... I'll fuck you plenty."

Groping my tits hard enough to hurt, biting my nape to mark me.

Every spank made me tighten better, so he pinched nipples, slapped my ass, tormenting me.

Dropping the cadet act, treating me like an onahole— I should rage, but nope. My heart fluttered excitedly again.

If I became an onahole, I'd want to serve this man as master.

But no. Voluntarily becoming one? Throwing away women's dignity myself? Unacceptable.

I tried various positions to make him cum, but failed utterly.

Amid growing helplessness, happiness bloomed.

Despair that this cock was unbeatable—respect for a superior being birthed pleasure.

I admitted defeat: I lost to this man. Unwinnable. A strange ecstasy followed.

With each position change, layers of my mating outfit peeled away until it was all ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠gone.

My screams annoyed him during thrusts, so he stuffed my torn fishnet stockings in my mouth. Choking me made me hornier and tighter, so he made a noose from my blouse.

To these forceful acts, I submitted joyfully like a true onahole, pleasing him.

In the mating match, acting fully onahole, I came endlessly. No reward for my service—he never came once.

Unlike my initial thoughts, it was an utterly magnificent cock...♥

I'd ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠lost the match, but hadn't abandoned dignity. Firmly refused becoming an onahole.

Even if the club dissolved, as long as I held my pride, hope remained.

Finally, teacher asked.

"...For real, any way to ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠make you my onahole? I'll cancel the audit on your club."

"...I wouldn't sell my body to save the club...♥ Hng...♥"

Toying with my womb like a plaything to persuade me—what did he think women were?

"Still, no way at all?"

He kept stabbing, developing my womb relentlessly. I sighed and answered.

"...None."

"What?"

"No way that'd happen."

I stammered.

"...No way I'd become an onahole just from getting creampied, raped, photographed, and blackmailed... right...?"

Yeah, no way.

"No way I'd get scared into becoming an onahole from just choking, yelling threats... none at all...!"

Absolutely not.

I couldn't become an onahole by my own will.

It was the last shred of pride for Seo Ha-rin, president of the Women's Liberation Movement Headquarters.

"Becoming a convenient onahole from cock-fucking, photos, and blackmail? That's just your fantasy...♥"

I lay flat on the bed, legs spread diamond-wide, my honey-dripping pussy winking invitingly as I spoke.

"If you doubt it, check for yourself...♥"

It was all because teacher forced me into onahole status.

So abandoning all rights, obeying him—spreading legs on command, sucking cock when told—was inevitable.

Not my lowly desire to submit, but sacrifice for the club.

I hated becoming an onahole so much, it was truly horrifying.

But unavoidable...♥

About three hours later...

...Yeah, unavoidable...♥ I caved to the blackmail and decided to live as teacher's exclusive onahole♥