Chapter 35: The Onahole Manager of a Certain Basketball Club (6)
Chapter 35: The Onahole Manager of a Certain Basketball Club (6)
Despite everything that had happened, the next day arrived as if nothing were out of the ordinary. Even though I had been utterly ravished by three seniors and fallen from a new recruit to the basketball club’s "Onahole Manager," I was still, on the surface, a normal female college student.
Going to school and attending lectures felt the same as always, but something had definitely changed afterward. The reason I looked forward to the end of class had shifted. Before, it was to hang out with my classmates, but now…
‘I want to have service sex….’
It was a thoroughly lewd and depraved desire. To think that after having my hero activities suspended, I was at university doing things like this. Or was running around having rampant sex actually the true duty of a college student?
Drowned in my delusions, I secretly toyed with my nipples through my clothes during class, savoring the sense of depravity. I prayed for time to move faster.
“Alright, that concludes today’s lecture.”
Even before the professor could finish his closing remarks, I had already grabbed my bag, which I’d packed in advance. I had to get to the basketball club. Had my reason frayed from constantly teasing my nipples? I stood up in such a rush that I didn’t even wipe away the wet spot I’d left on my seat.
“Min-jeong? Where are you going in such a hurry?”
“Huh? Oh, uh…”
“Exams are coming up soon. Want to study together and then grab dinner before heading home?”
A male classmate I wasn’t particularly close with, but knew well enough, tried to hold me back. He was likely gathering his courage to talk to a girl he was interested in, but unfortunately, I had somewhere I needed to be immediately.
“……Sorry, I have club activities.”
“Club? What club? You joined a club?”
I flashed a suggestive smile and turned my back on the classmate whose name I couldn't even quite remember.
“The basketball club. Want to join too?”
It was time to return to being an Onahole Manager.
*
There was one month left until the Operator would raid this place.
The schedule could change, but simply put, the period I could be used as an Onahole Manager for Michael and the rest of the basketball club was only one month.
If the heroes stormed in, even someone as strong-looking as Michael would be helpless. Pseudo-superpowers? At best, it was just simple physical enhancement. And since it was drug-induced, the effects were inferior.
In contrast, the Operator and Dark Swan were real heroes. With the Operator’s field control and Dark Swan’s special ability, Sleep, they were arguably the strongest when it came to neutralizing enemies without direct combat.
‘Starting with Michael, they’ll round up every member of the basketball club.’
The moment they were caught, it would be game over. The basketball club would be destroyed, the players and coach would be punished, and the victimized Onahole Managers… no, the female members, would receive investigation and treatment simultaneously.
No one would notice if I slipped away, so I just had to disappear quietly when the time came. Therefore, for now, I could just relax and enjoy it. Not as the hero Floss, but as the college student Do Min-jeong, indulging in defeat play.
“A… self-introduction…?”
“That’s right-yo. We’re the only ones who know Min-jeong’s true identity, right-yo?”
I couldn't hide my flustered reaction to the blunt request Michael made.
“The freshmen don’t know yet that Min-jeong is the basketball club’s Onahole Manager-yo.”
Come to think of it, he was right. The sophomores and juniors—seniors were rarely seen since they were busy preparing for jobs—would know about the "culture" of the Onahole Manager from the previous year, but the freshmen who just enrolled did not.
“Uh, then how should I introduce myself…?”
“That’s for Min-jeong to figure out-yo. A senior can’t help you forever.”
“Uhe… Kya, kyaak! Wait a moment…!”
Before I could even finish speaking, Captain Michael grabbed my wrist and began striding away. I had to move my feet quickly to keep up with his massive strides. Leaving the locker room where we had been alone, the place he headed for was none other than the basketball court in the gym right next door.
“If your self-introduction is to my liking, Min-jeong might even get a reward-yo.”
“Wait, there are so many people… and in such an open place…?”
The gym was technically indoors, but it was so vast it didn't feel like it. Moreover, seeing dozens of basketball club members gathered and waiting for me made me feel faint.
At least there were no outsiders, which was a small mercy. However, since nearly half of them were freshmen, I was in a situation where I had to announce my shameful role as an Onahole Manager to those who still knew nothing.
“Hah? What are you thinking-yo? It’s just a self-introduction. Is your head filled with pussy juice too-yo?”
I looked up at Michael with resentful eyes. If it was a self-introduction that would satisfy him, it would surely have to be lewd and vulgar enough to degrade my own value. Enough for anyone to realize I was a female onahole.
Of course, the reward for that would be pathetic. At most, he’d let me touch his cock once or offer to grope my breasts. He would offer things that were actually benefits for him as if they were rewards for me.
‘Because I have to be a basketball club manager who loves service so, so much.’
A sigh escaped me. If the reward were a tight embrace and a kiss… I would have done my absolute best.
‘……W-what am I saying? A kiss? I’ve turned into such a girl.’
I brushed away the useless thoughts and straightened my clothes for the introduction. However, Michael slyly squeezed my butt, messing up the fit of my skirt. With that single gesture, I realized what he wanted from my introduction.
“Who’s that?”
“What, there was a female member?”
“Is she a freshman?”
“The lone rose among thorns.”
“Is she like a basketball club manager?”
A lone female member on a basketball court filled only with men. My mere presence drew the gaze of every new recruit. The males, lured by female pheromones, couldn't help but stare all at once.
“Oh, I think she’s the one who applied as a player.”
“Did she fail as a player and switch to being a manager?”
Some even remembered seeing me in the waiting line on the day of the interview. They were likely curious why a girl who had applied as a player was wearing ordinary training gear instead of the basketball uniform everyone else wore.
“Wow, she’s fucking hot….”
“Hey, hey, she’ll hear you.”
“So what if she does, damn. It’s a compliment. Can’t I even say she’s pretty?”
Of course, some were lost in entirely different thoughts. Among them, some might be dreaming of a fresh youth drama in the basketball club upon seeing my face, while others might be having AV-like delusions of using the manager as a mere sex buddy for sexual relief after seeing my body.
If I had to pick which was more plausible, the AV delusion was much closer to reality. I cautiously walked over and stood near the basketball club executives who were gathered in front of everyone.
‘Michael, Choi Jun, Ahn Gyeong-han, and that gentle senior from back then… that makes four….’
I confirmed that these four held the dominant positions in the club. Should I consider them the people I need to fawn over the most? Seeing as the person called the coach didn't even show up on the first day of practice, it seemed these seniors were the ringleaders who turned this basketball club into this kind of organization.
“H-hello.”
I first offered an awkward greeting. Dressed in my red tracksuit, I gave a light wave.
Murmur, murmur. Chatter, chatter.
The reactions were varied. There were monkeys who were just excited that a girl had joined, and cold-blooded types who were subtly annoyed, wondering what a girl would even do in a basketball club. The latter were likely angry because it seemed I had monopolized the seniors' affection.
‘Yes, yes. I’ll share that affection with you all equally.’
My eyes met Michael’s. Accepting that I had no choice, I let out a sigh.
“I know there are many new freshmen who joined this time…. Many of you probably applied hoping to en-enjoy basketball and socialize in a relaxed atmosphere….”
“Excuse me, I can’t hear you!”
A student sitting at the very back of the lined-up basketball club members raised his hand. My face flushed for a moment, but I soon nodded and raised my voice.
“But while playing ba-basketball…! There will be situations where you want to focus only on exercise and socializing, but have to worry about other annoying things…! I joined the club for those times, to serve as your faithful ‘manager’…!”
As I finished the sentence with a louder voice, a round of applause broke out. It was polite applause, assuming the speech was over. The problem was that the real part of my introduction was just beginning.
“O-originally, I didn't apply to the basketball club as a manager, but as a player…….”
“Hmm?”
“Hey, I told you.”
“If you applied as a player, why did you become a manager?”
“Quiet! Quiet! The manager is speaking-yo!”
The noisy crowd of freshmen fell silent instantly at Michael’s shout. It was the power created by the captain’s authority and his male dominance—his overwhelming physique. As a female clinging to that power, I continued my words coquettishly.
“Unfortunately, I failed as a player…. It couldn't be helped. Competition as a player is for men with superior bodies and strong spirits. I… as an inferior female, can only support you from behind and relieve your urges…♡”
The moment I finished speaking and took a breath, the basketball court fell into a state of chaos once again. This wasn't a porn video or a manga; there was no way Korean men in their early twenties had ever heard such lewd language in reality. They surely thought something was wrong with their ears.
But at Michael’s shout, the place fell silent once more. In the calmed atmosphere, everyone realized. That this situation was happening in real-time. And that it was an undeniable reality.
“Having realized my true duty, I have gladly decided to become a piece of equipment for the basketball club…. Please do not treat me as a fellow member. Like a basketball or a hoop, I am merely an object you can use at any time. Just as you don't give affection to a mere masturbation tool like an onahole, I am just as insignificant a being…♡”
“O… Onahole?”
In the silent basketball court, a man’s voice rang out unusually loud. Someone had let out a voice without realizing it.
All the other male members turned to look at him simultaneously, and the owner of the voice quickly covered his mouth with his hand in surprise.
Regardless, it was a strange thing. My voice and that man’s voice were much quieter now than when I first started the speech, yet back then I was told I was too quiet, and now everyone was hanging on my every word.
In the end, was it the content that mattered? Rather than the story of a girl they’d never seen before suddenly becoming a manager, they were more immersed in the declaration of an Onahole Manager debut, reciting thoroughly trained male-superiority ideology with her own mouth.
“……Ye-es, that’s right. I’m the Onahole Manager. An Onahole Manager to serve you all! My name is Do Min-jeong…! Please take good care of me♡”
I shielded the freshman who had unfairly drawn attention and slowly began to pull down the zipper of my tracksuit.
Underneath, I was wearing only underwear. It was by no means ordinary underwear. It was an item I’d ordered via rocket delivery last night, sensing I’d need it soon, and I’d put it on immediately after receiving it this morning.
In the lecture hall, in the student cafeteria, and even while I was with my classmates, I had been wearing this under my clothes the whole time. Just as an idol pays special attention to their debut stage outfit, I had carefully chosen the underwear to wear for my debut as an Onahole Manager.
‘Like, battle lingerie……?’
Like a stripper, I cast off my clothes in front of everyone. As I unzipped the tracksuit, large breasts encased in a glossy black micro bikini were revealed, and as I pulled down the pants, a hairless pussy hidden by a thin strip of fabric came into everyone’s view.
“H-how is it… uhehe…♡”
It was my first time showing my body in front of so many people. I take good care of myself, but I was somehow shy, worried that the men might say it was a body they disliked—comments like that often appeared when my photos were posted on female-dominated hero fandom communities.
“Umm, everyone’s reaction is… C-captain? Did I do a good job with the introduction…?”
But the reaction was somewhat lackluster. I had expected them to burst into exclamations and hurl lewd jeers, or for someone to jump out and just ravish me, but they all just stood there with their mouths agape, covering their crotches with their hands. Still, seeing their erections, it didn't seem like they hated it…….
“Hmm, Min-jeong. The self-introduction was very excellent-yo.”
“R-really? Then a ki-kiss…….”
“But there was a disappointing point too. Oh, don’t make a sad face-yo. It’s nothing much.”
“What is it…?”
“Calling yourself a tool, an Onahole Manager, and then giving the name Do Min-jeong. If you had said your model name was Do Min-jeong, it might be different, but to give a name-yo?”
Michael slowly pulled my body into an embrace, and I swallowed hard without offering any resistance.
“Th-then what should I have done……?”
“There’s no need to give a name-yo. You just need to be called 'pussy' or 'onahole.'”
“Hihi, uhehe… I have the name Do Min-jeong, but being called that is….”
……Too good?
“So there’s a bit of a downgrade to the reward-yo. That’s okay, right-yo?”
“O-of course! I’ll take whatever the Captain gives me… Huut?!”
Michael instantly hoisted me up and began to thrust his fingers into my pussy. My body was already flushed from the Onahole Manager declaration… and it wasn't just his cock that was great; his finger technique was so dazzling that I couldn't help but spray a fountain of fluid instantly.
Squelch! Splurt-splurt!
“Hey guys, you all saw that, right? This is the best way to use an Onahole Manager.”
Michael, having lowered me to the floor after I reached a climax, spoke.
“Then let’s start training. Ah, Min-jeong has separate training, so follow me-yo.”
“I-I thought you weren't going to call me by my name-yo…♡”
“What, would you prefer I call you 'pussy'-yo?”
I pondered for a moment before shaking my head.
“I want Captain Michael to call me by my name…….”
As if that was exactly the answer he wanted, Michael gave an arrogant laugh.
