How to Befriend Class Girls Who Don't Like Me
"Lazar? May I come in?"
"Yeah, come on in."
Only after I give permission does Teacher Johanna step into the office. Not my room—her office. Even entering the space set aside for her requires my approval. The thrill from these little power plays is pretty damn satisfying.
Just to clear up any misunderstandings, I'm not occupying Johanna's office for no reason. I just needed it for lunch break and borrowed it for a bit. For real, though.
"Looks like things went well again this time."
"Of course they did. Have I ever failed at something like this?"
I laugh heartily and smack the thigh of the bitch passed out on the mattress—crack! She convulses like she's been electrocuted, and the sight makes me burst out laughing. Eh, whatever... what was this one's name again? Doesn't matter. I just need to know she's in my class. Her pussy's mediocre at best—below average—so I doubt I'll use it much anyway.
"Actively trying to befriend your classmates... I think that's commendable."
"Aw, you bet. I'm an in-crowd guy, total social butterfly. The more 'friends,' the better, right?"
The girls in my class are pretty hostile toward me. The others aren't exactly friendly either, but these ones have to see me every day, so their allergic reactions come out sharper. It's a pain having to spend the next few years with people who hate my guts, so I decided to get close to the girls in my class first.
Two approaches. First: build favor like I did with Erika—aggressive skinship and pussy compliments. The trick is persistence, no matter how annoyed, pissed, or ignored you get. Understand that everything from a bitch's mouth is bullshit pretense, and imprint deep self-affirmation as a female through touch. Right now, they despise me and spew insults, but once it builds up, eventually they'll get upset if I don't do it. That's prime eating time.
But as you can see, it takes time and effort. Worth it for heroines like Erika who got some original-story shine, but for nameless extras? Nah...
Of course, "extras" doesn't mean they don't meet my standards. They just pale next to top-tier onaholes like Rine, Johanna, or Erika—but they're not ugly by any stretch. Cute faces, killer bodies, and without exception, killer backgrounds. Even the non-noble ones come from rich families or, rarely, have proven genius talent. Snagging even one of those pussies? Man's ultimate dream.
But value's always relative. I can't invest the same effort as with Erika on girls who think they're hot shit in their own bubble. That's where method two comes in—way easier and faster than the first.
1. Have Teacher Johanna summon the target female student to her office during lunch or whatever.
2. I, waiting in ambush, gentlemanly escort her to the mattress on the floor.
3. Resolve misunderstandings through body talk.
4. Done!
No long-term investment like with Erika—just 30 minutes to make a "friend." Minor downside: she ends up as a use-and-toss onahole whose name I can't even remember. But hey, no harm, no foul for either side.
Sometimes they misunderstand my friendly intentions. The tame ones call me a rapist or trash, but some even threaten to tell daddy and get me killed. Who'd think I'm doing something horrific? Prejudice is scary, man.
I'm generous, though. I don't yank back my benevolence over a little name-calling like some petty bitch. First, I soothe her by rubbing her pussy and clit at the same time. Bitches think with their pussies, so it works like a charm. No matter how rebellious, once I claim that pussy and force out a squirt, her whole body goes limp and speechless.
Then lay her on the mattress, mount up, and fuck her pussy. Most bitches can't do shit once fingers induce squirting, but the strong-willed ones might cover up and yell "No!" as a last stand. Of course, pussy rights belong to my massive cock, not the bitch attached to it, so I ignore her.
Why do these rich girls keep infringing on my natural rights lately? See, this is why daddy's girls are trouble—they think they're the center of the world.
Ignore her protests, shove my cock in, and after 10-20 minutes of fun, all that comes out is pig-like moans. That's the moment! Whisper "let's be friends," and success rate: 100%!
To commemorate, reaffirm my right to use her pussy freely. Not granting—confirming rights. Key distinction.
This makes seven new friends so far. Started with just Erika—that's a sevenfold increase. Super encouraging.
"Sorry for making you help out so much~ Kinda feels bad for bothering you."
I toss out insincere bullshit, and Johanna adjusts her glasses humbly.
"Not at all. Supporting our new transfer student, Lazar, in blending into the class is part of my duty as homeroom teacher."
And she adds, "It's also crucial for students to build experience so they don't submit too easily to the massive cock. Every woman should know basic etiquette for servicing it. Providing those opportunities is part of my job."
"Ah, about that—turns out the pussies in our class are all kinda weak? I had zero intention of breaking them, but they submitted on their own. Good thing I controlled it, or it could've been dangerous."
So if some girl later wrecks her family submitting to my cock, not my fault. Blame her pussy for folding.
Anyway.
"Is that so? That's a serious issue. We should prepare a special curriculum for massive cock response training soon."
In other words, a service program for me. Looking forward to it.
"Looks like Shirley couldn't handle it at all. Passing out in under 30 minutes? She won't manage in a real crisis."
"Heh, don't be so harsh. First tries are always like that, right? Not everyone pops out with a premium onahole like you, Teacher."
"Pfft, premium onahole... such words."
Johanna covers her cheeks shyly, like a bride on her wedding night. Given her usual demeanor, she'd never show this to her fiancé. This side's mine alone.
"Yeah, but seriously, she needs stricter etiquette training. Look—my cock's still coated in her pussy juice, and she just passes out? That's not okay."
"Good heavens! Such rudeness... Any cock dirtied by a pussy should obviously be cleaned by that pussy's mouth—basic manners anyone should know. She definitely needs stern discipline there."
But we can't wake the passed-out pussy right now, right? So...
"Sigh, a student's failings reflect on the teacher too. How about I clean it with my mouth-pussy this time?"
She sticks out her eager tongue, begging. I planned to use her mouth as tissue anyway, but I pretend to mull it over.
"Hmm~ Dunno. Well, no other mouth-tissues handy, so Johanna's mouth will do."
I shove the massive sausage—caked in virgin blood, pussy juice, and cum—right under her nose. Without a hint of disgust, she latches on greedily and sucks.
"Mmm, slurrrp♥ Yeah, yeah♥ Haa, Shirley was so weak♥♥ Sucking a cock soaked in your own virgin blood is a once-in-a-lifetime chance for any woman♥♥ Missing it? Total idiot. No complaining to me later♥ This delicious cock? You fumbled it♥♥ Slurrrrp♥♥♥♥"
"Haa, Johanna's mouth-pussy is the best. First one I tasted here—feels like home."
I let Johanna handle the full cleanup while saving a phone pic of the bitch—Shirley?—sprawled on the mattress. Soon, the class roster photos will all be my personal ahegao pervert shots. Gotta stock up for that.
"Time to build my cute personal onahole showcase~"