Chapter 33: The Onahole Manager of a Certain Basketball Club (4)
Chapter 33: The Onahole Manager of a Certain Basketball Club (4)
There is a concept called the "curse of knowledge." It means that once someone learns something, they can never truly understand what it felt like to not know it. The moment Michael’s cock was pulled out of me, I experienced something very similar.
‘…Eh?’
Something felt wrong. It was as if I had ceased to be myself. When Michael’s black cock, which had been filling my insides to the brim, was withdrawn, it felt as though something that was supposed to be there had vanished. It was as if a vital component of my very body had been abruptly plucked away.
I felt a sense of loss unlike anything I had ever known. Like a child throwing a tantrum on the ground for a toy, I felt like wailing and begging them to give the cock back. Of course, I wasn't asking to go back to last year when I had a dick of my own; I just wanted my panting hole to be filled again.
“Wh-Why are you doing this…♡”
At first, I thought it was just a prank. Stopping right before ejaculation is harder on the man, after all. Besides, I had already come once, so I figured Michael would be the one feeling frustrated.
“Captain♡ You said you wanted to cum soon, too…♡”
But the atmosphere was strange. The moment it was pulled from my slick, wet pussy, Michael’s black cock began to go limp. His erection was fading.
“No, why is it…?”
Ironically, I was the one who felt distressed as his erection faded, not Michael. For some reason, I had a feeling that once he went completely soft, he wouldn't shove it back in. I tried to think of a way to keep him hard—maybe by swaying my hips to make the sensation more pleasurable for him.
“H-Haa, haaaah…♡”
But Michael didn't react. Choi Jun didn't demand or threaten me to open my mouth and suck his cock so he’d fuck me again, either. It seemed they wanted me to move entirely of my own volition, not because someone else ordered me to.
Slurp—♡
Exactly five seconds later, I realized. I had no choice but to perform fellatio, following their silent command.
I forgot my human dignity, my pride as a hero, and my self-respect as a woman. In that split second, my brain abandoned all other cognitive functions and focused solely on how to get fucked by that cock again.
‘I’ll just do as they say…♡’
The result was a decision that was utterly female—infinitely submissive and weak. It was embarrassing to even call it a "decision."
“She bit almost immediately. Looks like we’re nearing the end.”
Choi Jun placed a hand on my head as I sucked his cock, a sly smirk on his face. Michael also seemed satisfied, chuckling as he actively rubbed his slightly shrunken cock against the entrance of my pussy to make it grow again.
‘The end? Does that mean…?’
Once again, I reminded myself why I was doing this. According to them, what was happening now was a sort of production process—a surgery. It was "production" because they were creating an Onahole Manager, and "surgery" because they were transforming a woman into one through mental molding.
So, the fact that the end was near meant that I was almost complete as an Onahole Manager. At the same time, it could be interpreted as being "cured" and reclaiming my duty as a female. It carried both meanings.
…Then, what would the final stage be?
I tightened my empty pussy in anticipation.
“Haa♡”
Squish—
Finally, Michael’s black cock—the tool for crafting this onahole—began to wedge itself back into my hole. Even though it was the second time, it was still a struggle. I briefly thought about how incredibly large it was, but that thought didn't last long.
While propped up, I lifted my palms off the floor and supported myself with just my fingers.
‘Wait, what is this pose?’
Had the shock of losing the cock—like having an oxygen mask ripped away—left me momentarily dazed? I only just realized that I had changed my posture, kneeling on the ground and propped up on all fours. To be precise, it wasn't hands and feet; it was all fours.
‘This is… I’m just a bitch now….’
Sucking a dick with my top mouth, while another dick filled my bottom mouth, propped up on all fours with my ass swaying. Having already engaged in a 3P threesome, I had long since crossed the line of a normal woman. With Ahn Gyeong-han filming from a distance, I was drifting even further away from that line.
A position only a cock-crazy slut would take. An expression only a man-starved bitch would make. While wearing all of that, I pathetically puckered my lips.
“Hmm… she has talent. Her throat is shaped perfectly for taking a dick.”
“Oh, I’ll have to try that out later, too.”
“Then can I reserve her pussy in advance for then, Michael?”
Choi Jun and Michael talked over me, their cocks buried in my holes. They spoke as if they were making a reservation at a restaurant.
‘You haven't even used my throat to its full potential yet….’
While my ass was being pounded with rhythmic thwacks, I awkwardly sucked on Choi Jun’s cock and thought to myself. The reason my throat had changed to accept a dick so easily was because of the Invisible Man’s irrumatio.
Of course, the Invisible Man’s piece was much larger than Choi Jun’s, and it had gone much deeper than Choi Jun’s cock could reach now. In other words, Choi Jun wasn't actually enjoying 100% of my throat-pussy.
‘But if Michael were to fuck my throat, what would happen?♡’
It would surely plunge into places even the Invisible Man couldn't reach. Then, my throat would undoubtedly continue to transform to become an even more erotic pussy. I should praise my throat-pussy for its constant effort and ambition to keep up with my real pussy.
“But she’s still a bit clumsy. Hmm, should I give her some intensive tutoring?”
“Slurp, gulp… Mmph?”
I looked up at Choi Jun with his cock still in my mouth. The way he looked down at me was strangely overbearing, but having just experienced something similar with Michael, it was easier to handle. However, his personality was the polar opposite of Michael’s. I didn't let my guard down.
“Take it out for a second.”
“Haa… L-Like this?”
“Yeah. Don't wipe off the spit, you’re going back in. You need to learn this now so you don't struggle later.”
For a moment, I thought Choi Jun was considering my future dating life or marriage. If a man teaches a woman fellatio and says it’ll be helpful later, that’s where your mind naturally goes. But what Choi Jun was talking about was a future much closer than I imagined.
“Starting tomorrow, you’ll have to suck off every guy in the club whenever they’re horny.”
“Wh-What…?”
“It’ll be easier for you than using your pussy or anal, right? There are so many guys that you’ll need to know how to handle all three holes just to keep up. Otherwise, you might actually die.”
The words "you might die" didn't sound like a joke. I didn't want to die of exhaustion under a pile of virile males in their prime, so I unconsciously stuck out my tongue and licked my lips. It was a preparation of sorts to learn how to suck dick.
“Follow exactly what I say from now on.”
Choi Jun placed his hand on my head and began to recite fellatio tips as if he were teaching a lesson, tapping my head lightly.
“Don't just snap at it like a hungry dog. Remember, fellatio is a service. Start from the base and slowly wrap your tongue around it all the way to the tip. Get plenty of spit on it, that’s it.”
“U-Uheee….”
“It’s not bad to lick the whole thing to tease him before you really start. You have to target his weak spots to make him finish faster, right? It’s good to work hard, but you have to be smart about it.”
“Y-Yes….”
I moved my tongue diligently according to Choi Jun’s instructions. I coated it in sticky saliva and licked the tip where the urine comes out, then licked the sides like I was eating ice cream, all while keeping my eyes turned upward. To be precise, I had to maintain direct eye contact with the man whose cock I was sucking.
“Hmm, at least you’ve got the posture down.”
“Slurp… Haa, is that so…?”
“It’s a small detail, but that’s what makes a man feel good. Making eye contact, smiling with your eyes…”
Even though it was my first time performing fellatio, Choi Jun’s reaction wasn't bad at all. It was as if I could do two things if he taught me one.
It seemed that having been a man before had some effect. I understood cocks better than most women, after all.
“Put just the tip in, swirl your tongue around at first, and then… Ugh?!”
“Slurp♡”
“Wh-What? That thing where you suck deep and shake your head… I haven't taught you that yet?!”
“…Hehe♡”
“You’re good at this. Out of all the girls I’ve taught, your learning speed might be the best….”
Hearing that I was good at sucking dick made me feel strangely proud. It was something a magical girl should never hear, but as the basketball club’s Onahole Manager, it was a fitting compliment. I couldn't help but let the corners of my mouth curl up.
Even Choi Jun, the "mouth-pussy maker" who had taught many women, acknowledged me. The fact that a man, not a woman, could teach fellatio so skillfully meant that he had already turned several new female members of the basketball club into Onahole Managers before I arrived.
“Hmm, for Jun to praise you that much… I’m starting to want to taste Min-jeong’s mouth-pussy myself.”
“This is no joke… It really feels like there’s another pussy in her mouth….”
“Do you feel like you’re going to cum? If you’re going to go, I’d like to go with you.”
“Kh— Kgh… No, I’ll hold it a bit longer. I want to teach her the finishing move and cum to that….”
The first talent I discovered in my life was the superpower of a "Magical Girl," and the second was fellatio. The sheer drop between the two made my head spin, but in the end, praise can make even a whale dance.
Only then did I realize the final stage of creating an Onahole Manager. The end of the process, which had been driven by fear and threats, was ironically entirely different in atmosphere. If it had been all "stick" and no "carrot" until now…
‘From now on, it’s the carrot♡’
I, who had been beaten into becoming an Onahole Manager by the "stick," was finally dealt the finishing blow by the "carrot." Unlike the "stick" strategy, which had clear limits because I knew I was ultimately stronger despite the threats, praise worked incredibly easily.
“We really picked the right manager this time…! Is it because of the strength that even blew Gyeong-han away? This vacuum fellatio is insane…!”
“Hehe, her pussy is the best of the best among Korean girls, too. Even for an Asian, she’s quite deep, so she swallows my cock without any trouble… Honestly, I almost don't want to share her with the other members.”
“N-No… I’m everyone’s… I’m the manager for all the members…♡”
It’s embarrassing, so embarrassing. What is everyone saying?
Just insult me instead. Call me a filthy sow, or a bitch who got wrecked by males after acting tough with her strength. Throw curses at me and threaten to leak the photos and videos.
“With a woman like this, I might even want her as my wife… I want to take her back home, introduce her to my parents, and live happily ever after while giving her black babies….”
“Ah… Me too. I want to get married now… If I had a woman like this at home, I’d be happy every day when I got back from work… A wife who waits at the door, ready to suck my dick….”
“Dangerous, that’s dangerous… Don't think so highly of me as a wife or a bride…♡”
Hearing such sweet words makes my pussy melt. I’m not a woman with that kind of value. I lost my virginity to a molester and became a breeding ground for mindless monsters like slimes.
And yet, if you treat me so kindly, the backlash will make my brain melt, and I’ll truly become an Onahole Manager. I might end up thinking about cocks all the time and becoming a public sexual relief tool who offers her body whenever it’s needed for the members' victory.
“Haa, haaa….”
Even the glasses senior had approached my side. He had set the camera down on the floor, positioned to keep filming, and thrust his cock toward me. His cock, erect to the point of bursting, proved that he had lost his reason in his excitement.
Since both my mouth and pussy were occupied, all I could do was give him a handjob. I felt a sudden wave of apology.
“I-I’m sorry… that I can only… use my hands… Next time, I definitely…♡”
“Ugh, no… I, who lost to a woman in a contest of strength, have no right to crave her holes…!”
“Haa, haaa… It’s like a miracle… that a girl with a mouth-pussy like this came to the basketball club….”
“If Min-jeong becomes our manager, our team could definitely aim for the trophy this year. But I could never have imagined that an alpha female girl like Min-jeong would become equipment for a cramped locker room like this….”
Their words went beyond praise and into the realm of worship. The problem was that they weren't just saying it; the tempo of Michael’s pounding was also slowing down.
I couldn't take it anymore, so I let go of the cock in my mouth for a moment and cried out.
“I-I’ll do it…! I’ll be the basketball club’s dedicated… Onahole Manager…! So please, pleaaase fuck me hard♡ It’s okay to cum inside, so I beg youuuu♡♡”
I knew it. They must have been waiting for this "Onahole Declaration." They were probably recording everything. I thought the footage of me taking a cock in my mouth was enough, but to think they’d try to secure such definitive evidence.
But I couldn't help it. I couldn't endure it any longer. I shouldn't be treated like this. I need to be fucked more roughly, more violently, and more mercilessly. Because that’s what an Onahole Manager is.
Sure enough, their expressions changed instantly. Their kind voices turned back into those of predators in a heartbeat.
“…Gyeong-han, turn off the camera.”
In the end, I wasn't able to go home that day until the moon was high in the sky.