Pussy Return: Johanna's Surrender
Don't use that nasty word netorare. Let's go with the more refined term pussy return. It's a bit sudden, but I've been thinking—does it even make sense to call it a netorare pussy? Think about it. Netorare (寝取り) literally means stealing someone's bed partner. But that's weird as hell. In this world, every single pussy slut exists solely to get fucked by me from the start. So how the fuck does pounding one of those pussies count as "stealing" it?
We need to flip the script here. If anything, all the guys in the world are just illegally renting out my onaholes and calling them girlfriends or wives, right? "Holy shit! Turns out I was the one getting netorared!?"
I'm a humble guy, though. Even knowing every pussy in this world is a hole drilled just for me, I can't go around yelling, "These are all mine, so nobody touch 'em!" That'd be the end of humanity. So I compromise: while the owner's away, it's fine if they borrow them on the sly. But borrowing is borrowing! When the original owner rolls up with fire in his eyes demanding them back, they gotta hand 'em over. Slapping the netorare label on it and treating me like the bad guy? Nah, that's bullshit.
So the proper term for a netorare pussy is pussy return.
"Which means it's about time I got Johanna's pussy back."
Conveniently, the guy who rented Johanna's pussy returned it in pristine condition—her hymen's still intact. Gotta appreciate a borrower who cleans up after himself and returns the onahole without any damage. Her fiancé's a stand-up guy. Well, duh—he borrowed someone else's onahole for his little romance game, played with it plenty, and now it's time to give it back.
"He spiced it up real nice, so she's gotta be begging to get fucked by now."
I've got her pussy in a perfect stalemate—teasing like I'll use it but holding back. Johanna's literally going insane from the ache. If I'd ignored her pussy completely, she could've written it off as a fun memory and moved on. But no, that'd be too easy. Letting her spy on me railing Rine's pussy? All part of the plan.
Peeking into her mind with female mind-reading every now and then, I can read the desperate bitch in heat dying to get pounded by my cock. Her fiancé? Doesn't even register.
The unexpected booster for Johanna's state came from Rine. I only planned to use her to stoke Johanna's pussy hunger, but Rine straight-up pitched herself as my pussy onahole to Johanna.
I didn't expect Rine to be this proactive—a happy miscalculation.
"Not trying to hog the cock, just recruiting more for her Master. As an onahole, she's top-tier perfection."
And get this—she's my roommate, too. Perfect setup.
"They probably think I have no clue."
Call it a surprise event? They're scheming behind my back without saying a word. Sure, female mind-reading lets me see every detail of their plot, so it doesn't matter much. But hey, I'll play dumb to honor their effort.
"Lazar, you in your room right now?"
"Yeah, I'm here. You asked me to stick around—what's up?"
Showtime! Kinda exciting.
"Yeah! There's someone I really want to introduce you to. Can I come in?"
"It's your room too—no need to ask permission."
With my go-ahead, Rine leads in Johanna, decked out in her babariga coat. Oh ho. I can already guess where this is going. My lips curl up in anticipation. Whoa, easy—keep it cool. Not yet.
"Huh? Isn't that Teacher Johanna? What brings you to our dorm?"
I play innocent, totally clueless.
While Johanna fidgets, too nervous to speak, Rine beams like sunshine and jumps in.
"Yep! The thing is, Teacher Johanna wants to offer her virgin pussy to you!"
"Eek! R-Rine! You can't just say it like that! Lazar might misunderstand!"
Misunderstand? What the hell would I misunderstand? Rine just said it straight.
"Aw, c'mon, Teacher. Were you hoping I'd fuck your pussy? Just say the word—I'd have railed that hole till it was wrecked."
I tease, and Johanna clutches her babariga tighter, avoiding my eyes. Rine, unrelated bystander, lights up instead.
"Aah, Lazar, you're too sweet♥ Did you hear that, Teacher? He says he'll trash your pussy! How can anyone be this nice?"
"I-Is that... proof of being a nice person? I don't get it."
Trying to lighten the mood, Johanna clears her throat big-time and adjusts her glasses.
"There seems to be a misunderstanding. I'm not here because I want you to fuck my pussy, Lazar. I have a proper fiancé— I wouldn't have those kinds of urges."
Yet she's fidgeting, rubbing her thighs together like crazy.
"B-But for efficient sex processing with Lazar, it seems inevitable that I'd have to use my pussy directly. A-And you're already fucking other pussies raw, right? To make sure those students don't get hurt, I felt the need to inspect your cock."
Eheh, tongue slipping out? Women only need long tongues for cocksucking—didn't she know?
"Keep it short."
"Eek…."
Johanna hesitates, unable to follow through. Old common sense, pride, her socially guaranteed position—women like that hate baring their true feelings.
That's where my cock comes in to shatter the shell.
"Ahem! S-So, basically. It was meant for my fiancé originally, but given the urgent situation… um…."
"Oh, come on, Teacher. You can't beat around the bush like that. The proper etiquette for facing a massive cock is being honest with yourself as a pussy hole, you know?"
Getting etiquette lessons from the student she's supposed to teach—and it's spot-on. Johanna bites her lower lip, then opens her babariga herself.
"Oh!"
Prediction doesn't kill the thrill. A slutty bitch's body always hits with heart-pounding awe, no matter how many times. Plump, juicy tits and hips. Sexy lingerie accentuating it all. Her bony frame's basically just a rack displaying pussy and tits—not underwear anymore, more like a display stand.
A stand just for me, the sole viewer. Mouth watering already.
"S-So, if it's okay… I'd like Lazar's massive cock to punch through my untouched pussy. J-Just as a necessary teacher duty. Yeah."
Says the bitch with pussy juice dripping down her thighs like a faucet. Body's honest as hell, but the mouth lags behind. Time for some training.
I stand from the bed and approach Teacher Johanna. As I near, her pussy can't hide the excitement—lips parting and puckering like a fish gasping on the surface.
I slap that pussy hard with my palm.
No mercy—smack! The juices splatter with a wet pop!
Hitting her weak spot, Johanna immediately wails, "Hiiioooooh! ♥♥♥♥" like a retard, knees buckling.
As if. When did I say that was okay?
"Hey, attention! Stand straight."
"Hik!"
One command, and she snaps her crumbling waist upright, rooted to the spot. Legs shaking like jelly? Doesn't matter—her muscles obey me absolutely on instinct.
"Teacher, you seem to be misunderstanding something. There's zero reason I have to fuck you. You're the desperate one, but your attitude sucks."
"T-That's…."
I pinch her pussy lips with my fingers and squeeze. Pussy juice squirts out like overripe fruit—splurt! Pure bliss.
"Shouldn't you be more polite? What's with the pussy etiquette? And you're a teacher?"
Unreasonable high-handedness from a nobody student with just a big dick. But in this world, it lands perfectly on these pussy sluts.
Assaulting a woman's pussy out of nowhere—a crime that'd enrage the heavens—and nobody dares blame me. If anything, it's seen as doing what needed doing. That superiority rush sends chills down my spine.
No way to get this high in my old world.
"Y-You're right, I was rude. I-I'm sorry. Let me apologize properly."
Her pussy's quivering, leaking juice like piss, yet she's still saving face. Pathetic and hilarious—that's the charm.
"Good. Then beg properly."
"Ah, ah…."
At my demand, Teacher Johanna drools from her slack lips, hips twitching.
"Please teach this useless pussy—nearing thirty without fulfilling its purpose—how to serve♥ Make me a proper pussy bitch for efficient cock drainage♥"
That's it. Perfect. If you don't know something, ask your juniors—no shame in that. Pussy holes gotta learn proper use, teacher or not.
"Hah, Teacher Johanna. Didn't you tell me our first time? Don't think a mere massive cock can make women submit here. The one who said that, now desperate to act slutty in front of dick? What am I supposed to do?"
"Ahn♥ I haven't taken that back. I haven't submitted my pussy to you, Lazar. J-Just like Rine, I'm only asking for guidance on my shortcomings♥♥♥"
Says the bitch whose pussy hole's thrusting toward my touch on its own. Got it, got it. No helping it then. Teachers study to teach students, right? Pussy lessons with my cock count too.
"Pussy studies, huh. Well, can't be helped. Teaching the deficient is a special admission massive cock student's duty, yeah?"
I flick her clit, gifting an orgasm, and set the dynamic straight.
"From now on, during pussy studies, call me Teacher. Got it?"
"Y-Yes♥♥♥"
She's the student, I'm the teacher. No tolerance for disrespect!