Chapter 30: The Onahole Manager of a Certain Basketball Club (1)
Chapter 30: The Onahole Manager of a Certain Basketball Club (1)
"So, this is the place..."
"Welcome. This is our basketball team's locker room, yo."
It was a far cry from the professional locker rooms you’d see on TV. It looked more like a room tucked away in the corner of an old university building that had been haphazardly renovated. It went without saying that it was far too cramped for the number of players on the team.
"Haaah... ♡"
But the small, aged room actually felt like an advantage to me. What would it be like when dozens of male players, drenched in sweat from training, came swarming into a room this narrow? The male pheromones they’d exude all at once would surely have an effect on me stronger than any aphrodisiac.
That wasn't all. Since today was only for interviews and there was no team practice, the scent of men wasn't as strong as I’d expected, yet I could still feel it. The room was so old that the scent of males had seeped into every nook and cranny.
I wonder just how many women have been corrupted into females in this place...
The long history of the basketball club was proof enough. If they brought in female students every year and treated them as public onahole managers, I was sure I wasn't the first or second woman to be turned into a "female" here.
The fact that only one or two scandals had ever broken out meant that all the other women were satisfied with their corruption and accepted it. In a way, this locker room was a "female corruption" hotspot where most visitors left a five-star review.
It could have been that they were simply too afraid of retaliation to speak out, but I had a feeling that wasn't it. I had no evidence or witnesses, but being in the same position as those women from the past, I just knew.
"You said you needed my uniform measurements?"
"That's right, yeah? We have spare uniforms for the male players in every size, but we don't have any for the female members."
"I'm sure you want to head home now that the interview is over. Sorry for holding you up. But this is a necessary process to get everything handled at once, so please cooperate."
I nodded at the Glasses Senior’s solemn request, and soon the three men surrounded me in a circle. I was like prey cornered by hunters with no escape, or a beast trapped in a cage.
"Um, but why aren't you leaving...?"
"We're taking your measurements, aren't we, yo? Wouldn't it be easier if we helped you out, yo?"
"Ahaha... Th-that's not necessary. Could you just give me a measuring tape? I'll measure myself and let you know! Or I could just tell you the size of the clothes I usually wear..."
"The specifications for basketball uniforms are a bit unique. It means we have to measure you directly."
I had already expected that they would use measuring as an excuse to touch my body the moment I stepped into the locker room, but they were even more blatant and shameless than I thought. They were treating me like a fish already caught in a net. Did they think I’d stay silent even if they did something this lewd right here?
It must be confidence born from experience.
I couldn't be the only woman who had been treated like this here. In other words, from the moment I stepped inside, their "big data" told them that no matter how they handled me, I wouldn't report them once I left. Was it a hasty generalization that because other women didn't, I wouldn't either?
"......Min-jeong, are you really going to reject our kindness, yo?"
Michael’s large, black hand rested on my small shoulder. The difference in size between my shoulder and his hand was so extreme that, at a glance, it looked like a child standing under a massive umbrella. He wasn't touching my bare skin or pressing down hard, but that one simple movement exerted a heavy pressure on me.
"I-it's not that..."
"Didn't I tell you, yo? Min-jeong is a manager who serves us. And the opposite is true too, right? The players will gladly serve the manager, yo. As long as Min-jeong is a good girl."
"What do you mean by 'good girl'...?"
"We're taking your measurements, but if you're wearing clothes, it won't be accurate, will it, yo? We might make a mistake. Especially since Min-jeong is wearing such a baggy hoodie right now, yo."
I glanced down at my outfit. I was at the point where the desire to dress up had faded, and like the other smart students, I had started prioritizing comfort for lectures. I was wearing a simple hoodie and sweatpants. I’d even color-coordinated them in light purple.
Certainly, taking measurements while wearing these clothes was absurd. But it was also true that their intentions were transparent. I hesitated for a moment, but my decision didn't take long.
...Should I play along for a bit?
I had my suspicions that Michael might be a villain with superpowers, but I had come here to be treated roughly in the first place. I could achieve my original goal first and take my time with the investigation later.
Actually, since they were approaching me so openly, I thought the three of them would just gang up on me, beat me down, and take me right away, so I was surprised they were putting in this much effort to build up to it. At this point, it felt only polite to respond.
"You want me to... take them off, right...?"
"Haha, you just kissed me, and now you're shy about taking off your clothes, yo? Don't play with me."
"O-okay! But you have to take the measurements quickly! I don't know who might come in..."
"No, no, don't worry, yo. No one is coming today, yo... Slurp."
As soon as he finished speaking, Michael licked his lips. It seemed he was determined to keep me here and feast on me all day.
"Then..."
Under the gaze of the three men, I braved the shame and began to undress. As prey, my clothes were barely any protection anyway, but even considering that, it was quite ridiculous to be undressing myself and stripping down to my underwear.
It was even more pathetic when you included how my hair got messy as I pulled the hoodie over my head, and how I almost tripped because I tried to pull my pants down without taking off my shoes. Every time I made a mistake, the interviewers—no, the basketball seniors—didn't hold back their laughter, and the more they did, the stronger the humiliation I felt.
"Whew, I expected it from seeing you in clothes, but you really do have a nice body."
"Damn, I thought I was watching a stripper show just now. Can you show me one more time?"
"......They don't match."
As soon as I finally got my clothes off, the sexual harassment poured in as expected.
While Michael focused on my physique and the Playful Senior focused on the act of undressing itself as if I were a stripper, the Glasses Senior was critiquing my underwear. All three had watched me strip, but they each took away a different impression.
However, the one that hit me the hardest was the Glasses Senior’s comment. Having been a breeding ground for monsters and a bitch for faceless villains, being treated like a stripper didn't bother me much.
But the fact that my underwear didn't match was a huge blow.
"S-so what if they don't match?!"
"It's not pretty."
"What?"
"That's the problem. Black on top and pink on the bottom? You're not an idol group."
When I was a man, I only had to wear the bottom half, so I never had to think about matching sets. But since becoming a woman, I had become strangely conscious of it. It felt like if I wore different colors or designs on the top and bottom, I was doing something wrong.
But I didn't worry about it every day. Because it was a hassle. When I woke up in the morning, I tended to just grab whatever was within reach. Especially after starting university, which required a consistent routine, and today was no different.
I never thought I'd be called out for this...
I hadn't even thought about it until he pointed it out, but now that I was aware, shame washed over me. I didn't know why this was more embarrassing than being forcibly kissed or having my pussy juice exposed.
How should I put it? It felt like I’d committed a taboo as a woman. Perhaps the fact that I was feeling this way was a sign that I was gradually changing as I enjoyed defeat play.
"I-I'm sorry..."
"No, there's no need to be sorry. Just make sure you pay attention to it when you get a boyfriend later."
Setting aside the defeat play, I was genuinely embarrassed as a woman, and I couldn't even find the words to respond. It wasn't something I needed to apologize for, but before I knew it, I was blushing and apologizing first.
Meanwhile, the other senior, who had been snickering at me being scolded by the Glasses Senior, chimed in.
"See? We're actually the nice ones. If we were really bad guys, we might have told you to take off the half that doesn't match right here~ But then, would Min-jeong have taken off the top or the bottom?"
"I-I probably would have taken off the top..."
"Stop, let's leave it at that. I'm starting to lose my patience, yo. Ah, about the measurements, of course."
As I was seriously answering the Playful Senior’s mischievous question, Michael, as if he couldn't wait any longer, crept up behind me and tried to wrap his arms around my waist. Only then did I snap out of my shame and hurriedly spoke up.
"Wait, didn't you say you were taking measurements? Where's the measuring tape?"
"Oh, that's bad news for Min-jeong, yo. We don't have a measuring tape right now, so I think we'll have to do it simply, yo."
"S-simply...? Uh-huut?!"
Before I could even finish my sentence, Michael reached out. What happened next was simple. Without a word, he used those large, thick hands to boisterously knead my breasts. My milk jugs, which had grown to one day feed a child, were being consumed solely for a man's entertainment.
"W-wait...! Wh-what are you doing?!"
"Mmm, I'm gauging the size by kneading them directly, yo. Is this an F-cup? Or more?"
"Michael, then I'll knead the butt! The pants size is important too, after all!"
"A division of labor, yo? Sounds good, yo. While we're at it, let's check her foot size too? We'll need to get her basketball shoes."
"I'll take care of that."
"Okay, then..."
In that instant, my body was lifted into the air. I didn't even have a chance to resist. He stopped kneading my breasts, tucked his hands under my armpits, and lifted me up just like that.
"I-I'm heavy! I'm heavy! I'm going to f-fall?!"
"Hey, hey, relax. Relax, Min-jeong."
"This is too much! Who takes measurements like this! S-stop it right now! I don't care if you're my seniors, I won't let you get away with this! If you don't... Ehiiiiiik♡"
"Who won't let who get away with what? Pfft."
Lifting my body like a portable onahole, Michael began to ravage my breasts with his mouth. He pressed his lips against my bra, sucking and slurping, and mercilessly licked the bare skin of my upper chest with his tongue. He even bit my bra with his pearly white teeth, yanked it down, and began to suck on my bare breasts that had been hidden beneath the fabric.
"Ha, ha-ah... ♡ No, don't... ♡ You can't play with my nipples with your tongue like thaaat... ♡"
"Min-jeong, you can't fall already. Your voice changed way too fast."
"U-ungh?! Th-the butt is really off-limits! Please! I beg you! Senior, please stop him! Michael is suddenly—!"
"Yeah, yeah, I get it. But Michael isn't the only one who likes this. And a woman's 'no' just means 'do it more.' If you're even saying 'please,' I have no choice."
The playful voice came from behind me. Soon, the hands that had been slowly kneading my buttocks with sly movements cast aside the excuse of measurements and began to deliver slaps.
"Uh-hut? Ehiit?! Wh-why are you doing thiiis... What did I do wrong to get spanked... Hngh?!"
"Of course you did something wrong. If you leak pussy juice while getting spanked, your panties will get dirty. You're a twenty-year-old freshman; you shouldn't have such a perverted masochistic fetish, should you?"
"N-no...! I'm not a masochist, so stop this... I-I'm a player too...!"
"What kind of player are you? I told you earlier. You're a manager for service."
Slap! Smack—!
Both my breasts were being sucked alternately by Michael’s thick lips, and my pink nipples had hardened as they were rolled over his tongue. Meanwhile, my buttocks, which had already awakened to masochism from my very first defeat play, were being beaten like a drum by the man's hands, faithfully delivering pleasure to my brain.
"Fufu, I know. Min-jeong, you're pretending to hate it, but you're actually enjoying it deep down, aren't you, yo?"
"N-no way... More importantly, don't ask me while you're sticking your tongue out and licking my nipples...!"
"Please don't lie. Lying isn't good, yo. Min-jeong, you're already hugging my back tight with your legs, aren't you? You've wrapped your arms around my neck and are clinging to me like a sloth, yo."
"Th-this is... because I'm afraid of falling, I just did it without thinking... Ngh-hut?! Uhihihihiit♡"
A sudden burst of laughter escaped me. Someone was tickling the soles of my feet.
It was my mistake. I had forgotten there was one more person. Even with Michael pleasuring my breasts and the senior slapping my butt, the Glasses Senior was still there...
"Are you the ticklish type? I'm a bit surprised you're reacting like this just from having your shoes taken off."
"D-don't touch there♡ My feet are sensitive, so even through my socks... Kh-hehehehet?!"
The Glasses Senior took off my shoes and toyed with each of my toes as if they were cute, or lightly scratched my soles. He moved behind Michael, causing the legs I had wrapped around Michael’s body to naturally loosen. To avoid his attack on my soles, I had to pull both legs toward my body.
This is dangerous...!
But it's dangerous when your posture changes so suddenly. Especially when you're being held in someone's hands or clinging to someone's body. As soon as my legs, which had been supporting my weight by wrapping around Michael, fell away, I felt my buttocks slide down.
"E-kyahaaaaaat♡"
I squeezed my toes tight and let out a pathetic, girlish scream, but I didn't fall to the floor.
I was still suspended in the air. It wasn't that a new superpower had awakened. It wasn't that Michael or the Playful Senior had reached out to support me, either.
"H-how..."
"Min-jeong, aren't you sitting down right now? Do you need more questions, yo?"
It was just as Michael said. I was sitting on something. But I couldn't help but be bewildered because I couldn't understand what I was sitting on.
I was currently sandwiched between Michael and the senior touching my butt like a piece of meat in a sandwich. So where on earth could I be sitting? I felt something hot, hard, and long like a steel bar between my thighs, but I had no idea when it had appeared.
"How's the ride, yo?"
"......Eh?"
"I'm asking for your impressions of sitting on the Big Black Chair, yo?"
It was impossible. Something like this couldn't be possible.
Even if I was on the lighter side compared to my breast size, there was no way a man's cock could be strong enough to support a woman's entire weight. It shouldn't have the rigidity to not bend downward even with a woman sitting on it.
I had never seen a Black man... to be precise, this was my first time seeing a Black man's cock, but no matter the race, there are limits to what is humanly possible. Michael’s BBC was in that very realm. This wasn't a physical spec a human without superpowers could possess.
"Ugh, hngh, ha-ah... ♡"
"Haha, I'd prefer an answer instead of moans, yo."
I couldn't answer. I couldn't use human language. Having straddled the cock between my thighs like a chair, I was grinding my hips as if possessed. Even as my buttocks were being slapped, I rubbed my soaking wet vulva against the meat pole.
"Pussy... Ha-ah, ngh, so good... N-no! I hate it, I hate it... ♡"
"You have to pick one, Min-jeong."
It felt like a tragedy that our cock and pussy couldn't meet, separated by only a single pair of damp panties. The tears from my pussy flowed endlessly, soaking Michael’s massive Black cock until it was sticky, even without insertion. So that it could be inserted into my masochistic pussy at any moment.
...No, at this point, I was practically begging for insertion.
"It's hard to understand when you say it like that. Please speak clearly, yo."
"Wh-what..."
"You're not a kid, you're an adult, right? If you're twenty, you should be able to say what you want, right?"
Even as the other senior behind me was smack, slap hitting my butt, I could hear it clearly.
Ding. The sound of a video recording starting.
Seeing as the stimulation on my soles had stopped, the Glasses Senior must have stepped back and prepared to film.
If I begged for sex, was he going to save the video and threaten me, saying I shouldn't go around saying weird things because I was the one who wanted it?
They're typical pieces of trash... ♡
But that's why I liked it. Don't do this to other innocent girls; do it to perverted masochists like me. If you do it to anyone else, it's a crime.
I didn't hide the excitement boiling up inside me. There was no need to. I was too busy thinking about what kind of lines would best suit me as I flirted with Michael.
Should I beg him to have sex with me?
But my instincts wanted something else. Right now, sex was only second on my list of priorities.
Needless to say, the first was what I had just tasted. The feeling of saliva mixing, tongues intertwining, and my mouth being filled with happiness. Because today was the first time I had ever known such a thing.
"K-kiss meee..."
"What?"
"Hu-ungh... Please, kiss me, kiss me while you fuck me... ♡"
If a video like this ever got out, my university life would be over.
If they sent it to my friends, it would be over; if they posted it on the school's official community, it would be over. The switch that would end my life as a normal person when I wasn't transformed into a magical girl was being held in the hands of these trashy, rapist thugs.
"You're quite rude for a Korean girl."
"Eh, ehe...?"
"When you ask for something, you have to say 'please,' yo. Pleeease."
"A-ah..."
The hands spanking my butt stopped. Was he jerking off? Of course, I didn't care. My mind was already filled with only one thought.
"K-kiss sex, Michael, pleeease... ♡"
In that moment, there was a single female in Michael’s eyes. Before she was the magical girl Floss, she was a masochistic bitch named Do Min-jeong, who was lewd to the core. She had her eyes closed tightly as if waiting for something.
Mwah—
It was a far cry from a gentle kiss that made a soft pecking sound.
It was more like animals mating, as they crazily indulged in each other's lips.
The kind of kiss that masochistic bitches like me loved most, the kind that could make me squirt without even touching my pussy.
"Mngh, slurp——♡"
Splurt, spurt, spluuurt...
The gift Michael gave me was exactly that kind of kiss.