Chapter 31: The Onahole Manager of a Certain Basketball Club (2)
Chapter 31: The Onahole Manager of a Certain Basketball Club (2)
Sluuuurp— Schlick— Mwah—
My first-ever deep kiss lasted a disgustingly long time.
When his tongue first pushed inside, everything felt so foreign that I fumbled clumsily. However, using Michael’s tongue as a teaching aid, I was able to master the skill at a frightening speed. Michael was the ultimate teacher when it came to lewd things, and I, in turn, proved to be an exemplary student.
Come to think of it, don't they say geniuses learn two things for every one they're taught? Before I knew it, my attention wasn't just on our locked lips, but on what was happening down below as well. I’m worried someone might see me like this and call me some kind of "natural-born female prodigy."
“Nngh… Haaah…!”
Just a moment ago, I was practically levitating, held up by Michael’s cock. But now it was different. Despite the massive height difference, I had managed to plant my feet on the ground by standing on the very tips of my toes.
As I sucked and pulled on Michael’s tongue with my wet lips, I took advantage of having the floor to support my weight. I focused all my energy on squeezing my thighs together, working to make Michael’s cock feel as good as possible. I believe they call this a "sumata."
“Chulup… That’s it right there, Min-jeong…!”
Since it was my first time trying it in practice, I was a bit unrefined, but it seemed to work. Michael, caught off guard by my new technique, let out a ragged groan along with his praise. It was the first effective blow I’d landed after being on the receiving end this whole time.
But for some reason, I felt strange. It wasn't the satisfaction of getting one over on him; a different emotion was surging within me.
‘Is this… pride? Or should I say, a sense of fulfillment?’
I am someone who, the moment I gained superpowers, chose the path of a Hero without even considering becoming a villain. I even swore an oath to use my abilities to save citizens in danger.
In truth, not many people choose the path of a Hero so unhesitatingly. Helping people indiscriminately without expecting much in return is no easy feat. Even active volunteers are scarce, so it’s rare to find someone who makes a career out of a job where you have to put your life on the line.
I was simply the exception. A human being who feels the greatest sense of worth when helping or saving others. That disposition had simply been twisted into something strange as I fell into my "female mode," turning me into a masochist who finds joy in serving men.
‘He told me to… serve with my whole body.’
Following the sumata, I leaned my soft body against Michael’s hard frame and rubbed up and down. This, too, was done with the priority of making Michael feel better than myself.
It was a bizarre sensation. Even when I let the Invisible Man have his way with me on purpose, or when I was being bred by the slime, I had prioritized my own pleasure. Of course, that was physical pleasure. I simply loved the sensation of my pussy being poked or the sticky feeling inside.
But serving someone else felt different. Should I call it a kind of mental pleasure?
I was merely rubbing a hard cock through a pair of panties with my plump pussy lips. Yet, seeing Michael feel good because of my body made me feel like my value was being recognized.
I didn't feel like a human; I felt like a piece of equipment in the basketball club locker room. A public onahole that any member of the team could use whenever they wanted. In fact, that was likely exactly what these men intended for me.
‘Could this be the process of becoming an Onahole Manager?’
Perhaps the women who passed through here before me became managers in this exact way. If so, I couldn't blame them for failing to resist. If I was already trying so hard to turn myself into a tool… an "onahole" just by touching Michael’s cock, imagine what would happen once it was actually inside.
Gulp.
“Whoa, whoa, Min-jeong. It’s dangerous to go for insertion when we don’t have a condom, yeah?”
“……Ugh, hngh?!”
Without realizing it, I had lifted my hips to align my pussy with his cock, only to be caught red-handed by Michael.
Does this count as reverse rape? Overwhelmed with embarrassment, I turned my head away and wiped the saliva from my lips. Of course, the saliva wasn't mine; it belonged to Michael, who had been greedily licking my mouth.
“T-Today is…….”
For a split second, I was about to beg for a creampie, making up excuses like it being a safe day or that the slime would suck it all out anyway so a condom didn't matter.
It was definitely the lingering heat from that beastly kiss. Fortunately, I snapped back to my senses, backed away against the wall, and used some nearby tissues to dab at my soaking wet pussy.
“I am definitely going to make everything that happened today public! I had no idea the basketball club was such a disgusting group, not at all…….”
“Hehe, I don’t think that’s what you were about to say just now.”
“……Ahem.”
Even though my body had already surrendered, I started roleplaying as if my heart hadn't. I knew this was the only way they would willingly show me the next stage.
“Well, go ahead and try to make it public. It’s not like we haven't dealt with that a few times before.”
“Just you wait. Under the guise of taking my measurements, one of you suddenly hugs me and gropes my breasts, while another makes me turn around and slaps my ass. Do you think this is the 20th century? Women are not your toys! I am a precious daughter whose parents paid tuition for her to— Eek♡!”
My speech was cut short. Michael had strode over and driven his knee right into my crotch.
“Maybe not every woman is a toy, but it seems Min-jeong is already our sex toy, yeah?”
“W-Wait a secoooond♡ A knee to the pussy is—ugh, nngh—too much…!”
“In the first place, a 'Service Manager' means the same thing as a sex toy, an onahole. You’re really struggling to grasp this, yeah? Do people tell you that you’re slow on the uptake often?”
“O-Ohhh… Stop, stooop♡ Rubbing your knee against my pussy, making it vibrate like that… Nooo♡”
“It looks like she’s almost completely broken, yeah. Now, my friends. Bind this masochist girl. If we use a few 'tools,' I think she’ll be fully conquered before midnight.”
“Okay!”
As soon as Michael finished speaking, the Playful Senior and the Glasses Senior rushed forward. This wasn't an aura that came simply from being the captain of the basketball team. It was clear that Michael was a leader with a powerful grip over this "Onahole Manager Training" for female members.
“Don’t come any closer! If you get any closer…….”
“Quack, quack, you’re so noisy. Hey, mismatched underwear girl, take a look at this.”
“Ugh, nngh…….”
I almost wished I had just taken off one side of my underwear rather than continuing to be humiliated like this. Just as I was seriously considering it, the Glasses Senior turned on his phone to show me my own lewd appearance. It was a video of me kissing Michael just moments ago.
[K-Kissy-wissy…….]
[What?]
[Nngh… Please, kiss me… kiss me while you fuck me…♡]
Even though I had clear memories of why I acted that way, seeing my own slutty self from a third-person perspective was not easy.
[K-Kiss sex, Michael, pleaaase…♡]
From the scene of me begging for a vulgar kiss with a Black man’s cock between my legs, to the long sequence of lewd sounds like slurp and mwah. Of course, even though it was a "kiss scene," it was worlds apart from anything you’d see in a drama or movie.
“D-Delete that right now!”
“If you keep being uncooperative, things are going to get ugly. You wouldn't want this video getting out, would you? The moment this spreads, no one is going to listen to your side of the story.”
“Keke, just accept it. Just put in some work until we graduate. Most seniors don't even show up much once they hit their fourth year anyway. You only have to suffer for a year.”
“Looking at the video, it doesn't exactly look like suffering. You look more like a nympho who enjoys this kind of thing.”
“True. Hey, you actually like it, don't you? You're enjoying this?”
They had accidentally hit the nail on the head, but I shook my head through teary eyes. It was a performance worthy of a Best Supporting Actress award.
“We were only planning on doing some training today, but if you keep resisting, Uncle Michael over there might get mad and pull out his cock-bat to teach you a lesson.”
“They say once a woman goes Black, she never goes back. You wouldn't want that, right?”
“Actually, we’re not that into it either. If we put it in a pussy Michael just finished with, it’ll be so loose it won't taste as good…….”
That was the best news I’d heard all day. Being teased all day with toys like vibrators or rotors while I was this turned on would be the most agonizing torture imaginable.
‘I might as well just blow my cover a bit and head straight for the Michael route.’
With that thought, I gathered my strength. Of course, I had to be careful with the output. Even a small mistake on my part could easily kill an ordinary person.
It’s the same logic as stepping on a bug—whether you step lightly or stomp, the result is death. In fact, the first thing the Hero Association does when they discover a powerful superhuman is train them in power control. The second thing is trying to scout them into becoming a Hero.
‘About 10% of my current output should be fine, right……?’
When I’m not transformed, I can’t even draw out half of my maximum power. In other words, 10% of my current strength was less than 5% of my true power as a Magical Girl.
I was a bit worried since it was my first time trying to manifest such a suppressed amount of power. The output I was aiming for was roughly that of a very strong college girl resisting. I tried to tune it to a level that would be difficult for two adult men to easily suppress.
“……What? Why isn't she moving?”
“Wait, this is—gah?!”
……To put it bluntly, it was a spectacular failure.
I should have aimed for 3%, no, 2% or less. From the moment I drew out my strength, my body remained as immovable as a massive stone mountain, even with both men hanging off my arms.
Before I could even process that fact, I swung my arms as if resisting, and unfortunately, the Glasses Senior was struck in the temple by the back of my blind hand. He went flying back along with his glasses. He didn't seem dead, but his head had been rattled so hard he appeared to have a mild concussion.
‘F-Fuck…….’
Forget the defeat play being ruined; at this rate, I could be featured in the headlines as a Hero who used superpowers to assault civilians. At least these guys were doing something illegal themselves, so they probably wouldn't report it, but still…….
“……Whoa, tough girl.”
“H-Hieek?!”
As soon as the Glasses Senior was knocked out, the other senior’s face turned pale. His constant smirk vanished, replaced by a look of pure terror. But with the two seniors out of the way, Michael began to stride toward me.
What is with this guy? Is he fearless? Did he not just see me send a man flying? Is he seriously going to carry out "Uncle Michael’s Cock-Bat Discipline Mission" even after seeing that?
Does he want to make me an Onahole Manager that badly? Even at the risk of his life?
‘……A-Anyway, is this technically working?’
In terms of the plan's intent, it was a success. My goal was to push away the two mob seniors and then be subdued by Michael. The only minor difference was that I hadn't just pushed them; I’d launched them.
“Don’t tell me, Min-jeong, are you a drug user too, yeah?”
“D-Drugs?”
“Strength-enhancing drugs… Well, if you’re not, you’re not. Though even if you are, the quality is probably far below mine, yeah.”
It was so sudden that I couldn't understand him immediately, but by piecing together the keywords, I quickly reached a conclusion.
‘Strength-enhancing drugs… is he talking about those?’
I had heard of them. Humans who were so jealous of superhumans that they manufactured and injected drugs with severe side effects to gain power.
The Association classified most of them as villains. And indeed, they often went around committing villainous acts. However, no matter how good the drug was, the effects were crude compared to real superpowers. In other words, they weren't on my level, so I had never actually encountered a drug-using villain before.
‘……To think I’d see one here.’
I knew something was off. He was far too strong for a normal person. It seemed this Michael guy was a wannabe villain who had secretly taken illegal drugs to gain pseudo-superpowers.
Of course, nothing changed. Even a drug user was just a single punch away for me. If anything, this gave me a plausible reason to be subdued by Michael after blowing away the other two!
“I’ll ask for the details after I make Min-jeong my private onahole, yeah…!”
“Hngh, haah?!”
The moment Michael’s bulging, dark arms reached for me, I lowered my strength even further just in case. Dropping it to about 3% allowed for a somewhat meaningful struggle. Of course, the victory was destined to be Michael’s.
Rip—!
To the Michael who had completely overpowered me, my underwear was nothing more than scraps of cloth. After tearing it all away and leaving me stark naked, Michael casually rested it upon my stomach. His massive black cock—hot, hard, and twitching as if it were alive.
“Hey, Min-jeong. If you apologize now, I might act like this never happened, yeah?”
I panted heavily, pinned beneath Michael’s massive frame.
“Haa, haa……”
Yes, this is it. This is the situation. Being overpowered and subdued by a strong male. Even if it’s just an act, even if it’s just a defeat play, I wanted to feel something like this.
Please, don't forgive me. Even if I apologize, punish me. Discipline this wicked female who dared to defy her superior male.
“……I-I’m… sorry……♡”
“Sorry, I was lying, yeah.”
“Uhooooooooooh——!”
Please… make me your Onahole Manager……♡