Chapter 32: The Onahole Manager of a Certain Basketball Club (3)
Chapter 32: The Onahole Manager of a Certain Basketball Club (3)
It was a bit out of nowhere, but the moment I suspected Michael might be using drugs that grant pseudo-superpowers, he suddenly seemed cute. Or rather, "ridiculous" might be a more accurate description than "cute."
When I was a kid watching pro wrestling, the foreign wrestlers looked so cool.
If I had to rank them, for some reason, the Black wrestlers always seemed more ferocious and powerful than the white ones. Huge bodies, pitch-black skin, fists like boulders, and rock-solid muscles. There was a time when I truly admired that kind of masculine physique.
‘Even though I’m currently lying here moaning while being crushed by a body just like that.’
For some reason, I was now lying here with a voluptuous female body that was the exact opposite of that ideal, but that wasn't the point. The core of it was that at some point, I had become disillusioned with those pro wrestlers.
The reason was simple. Suddenly, controversies erupted over famous wrestlers using banned substances. I wasn't such a big fan that I remembered everyone's names, but there were several faces I recognized. There were even quite a few players I had thought were cool.
I was so disappointed that I lost interest in the sport entirely. Once I realized that those who I admired for being "real males" were actually cowards who used underhanded means just to win, they lost all their appeal.
‘But now, how should I put it...’
I was disappointed because I had admired and envied them. That was how I felt back then. But now, my position was completely different. First of all, I was much stronger than them, so I had no desire to be like them.
If you set aside superpowers, the direction changes a bit, but the fact that my position was different remained the same. After all, the current me wasn't a male who had to compete with them for a mate.
Rather, I was the female they wanted to possess so badly that they would even use illegal drugs to prove their strength through victory. I was the reward that followed the win, so to speak.
‘If we were once rivals fighting over prey, now I’m just the prey itself.’
I couldn't know for sure, but I could guess why those pro wrestlers back then had to use banned substances and become "fake strong." To make more money. To enjoy greater fame and popularity. To fuck more high-quality women. To put it simply, it was all to get females.
And the same applied to the current Michael. The reason he, a mere civilian, took dangerous drugs to gain pseudo-superpowers was all to fuck females—including me.
‘It’s kind of cute...’
Now that my perspective had shifted, the emotions I felt while looking at the same thing changed.
The old me, who admired the wrestlers, cursed them as cowards for choosing the foul method of drugs. But the current me, who had become an Onahole Manager, found Michael—who looked like he would do anything just to appear strong to a woman—simply adorable.
"Uhooooooooooogh—!"
Of course, it was only Michael’s true intentions that were cute; the monster between his legs wasn't cute in the slightest. As the pain of him ruthlessly gouging into my narrow crevice hit me, my eyes rolled back, my tongue lolled out, and I let out a ragged groan.
"Oh, I didn't imagine this during the interview... Min-jeong, you make sounds like that?"
"W-what kind of sound did I... ohoh♡"
I desperately tried to cover my mouth, but Michael grabbed my wrists and pinned them to the floor, shackling me in place. In that state, as he moved his hips and slammed into my pussy with raw force, it was only natural for my face to become a mess.
"Ooh♡ Ngh, uggghhh♡ Oh, oho, ohoooo♡"
"Those aren't the sounds a girl who was a high schooler until last year should be making...! Perhaps, Min-jeong, are you a repeat student? Were you already trained all over by a boyfriend last year, turning every part of your body into an erogenous zone?"
"I-it's not like that...!"
I was actually putting quite a bit of thought into my moans. This was also part of the service spirit I had recently awakened; a man can fuck better when a woman’s moans are arousing.
I first realized this when I was taken by the Invisible Man. That day, after being dragged into the bathroom and letting out filthy moans for the first time, I was dealt with severely. It was even more humiliating than being teased for my mismatched underwear. Perhaps that’s why I’ve been trying to make my moans sound "pretty" ever since.
However, after the Invisible Man, I encountered a slime for whom hearing was meaningless, and now I’ve met Michael. If he hated this kind of voice, I would try to change it, but honestly, I wasn't sure if I could do it right away.
"I'm s-sorry... I'm an Onahole Manager, but I'm making such beastly sounds... nngh♡"
"No thanks. I won't accept that apology. Because for me, Min-jeong's moans are very good."
"V-very good...?"
"It's always fun to rape a female who thinks she's strong just because she's never met a real male. The best part is seeing her act all confident, only to be suppressed and wail in a disgusting voice."
Lost for words, I wailed filthily just as he wanted. It was a genuine reaction without a hint of acting. If nothing else, I couldn't dismiss Michael’s black cock as just the result of drugs.
The Invisible Man’s cock was also a massive piece, rare to see in Korea. But a Black man was on a whole different level. It was my first time realizing a human could even have a cock this big. By a rough estimate, that twenty-centimeter cock felt like it was piercing my very soul every time it lunged deep inside.
"It's t-too big...♡"
It felt like my pussy was going to tear. Even the slime wasn't this much. To begin with, that creature had prepared a size that fit my body perfectly just for the sake of breeding. Plus, thanks to it being thick, soft jelly, the insertion wasn't that painful.
But Michael was clearly the owner of a cock that did not fit my body. That thing was something only a Western slut who had played around like crazy since she was young could barely handle. For an East Asian, you’d have to be at least an AV actress or a whore to even attempt it.
Of course, that was the perspective of the woman receiving the cock. Michael just blindly shoved it in, like an old man trying to fix a broken machine by hitting it. He didn't care that my body wasn't originally built to handle such specifications.
"Heh, hueeeek...♡"
Truly an Onahole Manager. If an onahole breaks from rough masturbation, you just buy a new one. You might feel a bit bad if it was a product you were attached to, but no one cries over a broken onahole or repents, promising to use onaholes more carefully in the future.
Michael seemed to be thinking exactly that. Violent sex where he didn't care if I broke or not. No foreplay to make me feel good, no unique play—just repeatedly thrusting his cock into my pussy for the sake of ejaculation.
Wait, did I misjudge him? Maybe he didn't take the drugs to look strong to women, but simply to become strong enough to use women as onaholes however he pleased without paying.
Squelch— Squelch— Squelch—
Sex that viewed a woman as nothing more than a tool for sexual relief. If we were lovers, it wouldn't have been strange to break up immediately. Even as fuck buddies, it would be the same. Normally, a woman would only feel pain and wouldn't be satisfied at all.
But for a masochist bitch like me—or to put it more elegantly, a masochist—the story was different. Every time his glans struck deep into my abdomen, my womb throbbed with a heavy thump. That vibration spread, transforming into a happiness called pleasure, and was delivered to the tips of my limbs.
Splurt—! Splurrrrt—!
"Uh-huh♡ Huaaaang♡"
As he pounded♡ me with his cock, I vibrated and made sounds, making me feel like I had become a percussion instrument. Though the only melodies I produced were the cries of a female and the sound of splashing water, making it utterly vulgar.
"What... did you come already? I've barely started pumping."
"......Ye-yesheee♡"
I smiled bashfully like a girl in love. But me coming was one thing; Michael, who hadn't ejaculated yet, didn't stop the sex.
He repeated his thrusts like a dildo machine existing only for me. Until he poured his semen inside me... no, maybe he would keep going even after that.
"By the way, don't you have anything to say to us?"
"It's hilarious that she got totally wrecked by Michael after making people look like that."
Meanwhile, the one talking to me as I lay pinned in the missionary position wasn't Michael. It was the Glasses Senior, whom I had sent flying earlier using a fraction of my strength, and another senior who had stepped back in confusion after seeing that.
"H-hngh... I-I'm sorry... I was wrong, so just let this go..."
The two of them were lying on either side of me, kneading my breasts.
"With tits like these, what kind of training did you do to send Gyeong-han flying like that? Ahn Gyeong-han over there actually works out quite a bit besides basketball, so he's in pretty good shape."
"Cut it out, Choi Jun. I can see right through you pretending to be curious just to mock me."
"Pfft, who's mocking? Fine. I'll just twist Min-jeong's nipples instead."
"H-huaaaang...♡ Please don't pull my nipples like tha-at...♡"
Splurt—!
I covered my face with both hands at the same time I climaxed. Michael treated me as something less than an onahole, so he didn't say anything even if I made embarrassing noises or ugly faces, but I felt like these guys would. Especially the senior named Choi Jun; he was skilled at playing with me.
"Hey, who are you giving orders to?"
"Uhaat?! A-ah, it hurts! If you pinch there... nnghiit...!"
"Whoa, did you hear that? She said 'ngiit'! Fuck, is this a porn or something?"
"I-I didn't say 'ngiit'......!"
My voice rose without me realizing it. While Michael’s cock was poking my womb, I got angry because these nobodies were acting up, but I realized I had made a mistake the moment the words left my mouth.
As long as I was being impaled by Michael’s cock, I couldn't move. In this worst-case scenario of restraint, I had provoked two men who already held a grudge against me.
"......I guess Michael is scary, but we're just pushovers to you."
"Right, right. Ahn Gyeong-han, you got wrecked, so whatever, but I was perfectly fine."
"Stop beating around the bush and just use her first. I'll record it in the meantime."
"Ah, sorry, sorry. I'll let you have her back pussy instead. But we can't use it today, right?"
"It's a pain to prep it now. Let's save it for next time and just settle for her mouth today."
I couldn't understand what kind of conversation the two were having over me. I hadn't said I’d give them my anal, nor had I said I’d blow them, yet they were deciding how to use me on their own.
"Haah...?"
I was busy enough focusing on Michael’s cock, and now they wanted a blowjob too? I’ve never even given a blowjob on my own initiative before. Maybe irrumatio, but this...
Even if Captain Michael was my favorite, I was now an Onahole Manager. Like writing on white paper with the graphite of a pencil, I was in the middle of clearly engraving my duty to take care of all the basketball club members into my vagina with Michael’s black cock. That’s why I tried to refuse as politely as possible.
"Um, seniors... haang♡ R-right now, I'm with Captain Michael... hngh♡ so if you could just wait a little bit, I'll apologize to each of you in turn...♡"
"What are you talking about? Your pussy isn't going to be free today."
"You must not know Michael’s stamina yet. You won't be able to stand on your own two feet and walk out of here today."
"Besides, I don't even want to use your pussy. It gets all loose after Michael uses it. That's why we're using this."
Choi Jun, the playful senior who had already unzipped his pants, rubbed his decently sized cock against my lips. Two cocks at once. My mind went blank, and I blurted out whatever came to mind.
"I-I've never sucked a cock before! I'll practice for next time, so today, one at a time...!"
"I thought you'd have done blowjobs since it looks like you've already lost your virginity, but I guess I was wrong."
"It's okay, it's okay! Just don't let your teeth touch! Of course, the moment they do, you're getting a slap, okay?"
Choi Jun said he’d slap me with a bright, cheerful face. My eyelids fluttered as I twitched my lips.
"Hmm... you're not sucking right away?"
Then, as if he were going to use his ultimate trump card, he spoke with a solemn attitude.
"Michael?"
"What?"
"You know? That thing?"
"......Oh, of course. If it's just for a moment, that's okay."
"Thanks, thanks. Then just for a bit... give me some 'Cock Control,' please."
......Cock Control?
I didn't immediately realize what it was when I first heard it, but I soon found out its true nature. Specifically, at the moment Michael pulled his cock out of my pussy with a pop and just rested it on my butt crack without thrusting back in.
The moment the intense friction stopped and it touched the cold air, Michael’s black cock began to slowly lose its erection and shrink. Of course, even then, it was large enough to overwhelm the full erections of 90% of adult men, but as the cock touching my butt grew smaller, I felt the anxiety of sand running out of an hourglass.
One second after the cock was pulled out.
"Wh-why are you doing this...♡"
Two seconds.
"Captain♡ You want to cum soon too, don't you♡"
Three seconds.
"No, really, why are you..."
Four seconds.
"H-hngh, hngh, hngh...♡"
Five seconds.
At the exact five-second mark.
Slurp—♡
I took Choi Jun’s cock into my mouth and began to suck it greedily.