I Realized It! The Core of <em>Onahole Literature</em>!
I realized it! The core of onahole literature!
"Kuh! That damn woman. Refusing my request like that. What the hell is wrong with her nerves? She's just a lowborn with a smidge of talent!"
For once, I—the great me—had asked ever so politely, "It might be good to learn a bit more about that man's behavior patterns, so could you share those videos?" But her cold reply was, "Ah, sorry. I didn't hear anything about it being okay to share. I don't think I can do that."
Unbelievable! Isn't it obvious that my request should take priority over that man's orders? Who the hell is he? At best, he's just a special admit with a massive cock! As if he could outrank the lady of House Granil!
- Squish♥ Squish♥ Squish♥ Squish♥ Splurt♥ Splurt♥ -
"Yeah... hngaaaah... kuh... Why does this feel so lackluster."
I've spent nearly an hour rubbing my pussy, but I can't reach any satisfying pleasure. Well, to be precise, I'm getting the same level of pleasure as always, but it feels like my pleasure threshold itself has been raised...
...I hate to admit it, but when I masturbate to that man's sex videos, a raw, primal ecstasy floods my brain. Fumina said even that's nothing compared to the real thing plunging into you...
"Haa, damn it!"
Frustrated, I decide to quit the fantasy masturbation. My throbbing pussy isn't getting any better—in fact, it's getting hornier as time passes. What am I supposed to do about this? But ignoring it entirely is no good either. I need something more intense, a stronger stimulus.
"Onahole literature would be perfect for this."
I pull a random book from the shelf of onahole literature and flip it open. I never particularly loved the genre, so after reading a couple for cultural edification, I ignored them...
"Relying on external objects for masturbation isn't ideal, but what choice do I have?"
It's not really for jilling off—it's to cultivate literary sensitivity and indirect experience. This much is fine, right?
The onahole literature I opened is titled The Aristocrat Fallen into Humiliation. It's about a noblewoman from a southern land called a "kazoku" who encounters some lowly man. I'd read it once before and felt nothing—it was just typical wish-fulfillment trash. Some lowborn hack with no clue about noble society drooling over fantasies and slapping together words. I couldn't fathom why it's considered literature.
I barely remember the plot now... but maybe I'll reread it.
※ The Aristocrat Fallen into Humiliation wasn't even remotely plausible, even charitably speaking. The first meeting between the heroine and the male lead was already absurd.
The male lead spots the heroine and says:
"Oh, a promising onahole!"
Can you believe that awful dialogue? It was garbage when I first read it, but now it's so repulsive it gives me hives.
He shouts that and immediately pins her down for rape. Does that make any sense? A kazoku lady would have attendants, but there's no mention. It's like nobles are just fucktoys waiting to be taken anytime. Creepy as hell!
They spent ages describing how noble, refined, and elegant the heroine was... only for this right after she meets the guy. Like emphasizing that all her vaunted qualities mean nothing before his cock.
"Arrogant, arrogant, arrogant...!"
- Squelch♡ Squish♡ Squish♡♡ Splurt-splurt-splurt-splurt♡♡♡♡ -
Once grabbed, the heroine does absolutely nothing—just gets raped. Her lines try to preserve her kazoku dignity, but the descriptions focus on how easily she cums from pussy play. On what a convenient onahole she is.
"Eut!"
Suddenly, pussy juice squirts psshht! from my tight urethral hole. It's not excitement or anything. Just... extra moisture in my body, that's all.
"Hmm, not bad for a disposable onahole."
After using the heroine's pussy to his satisfaction, the guy tosses out that arrogant line, discards her, and leaves. Last time, it infuriated me... but now, with broader tastes, it hits different.
"It says 'disposable,' but that's basically high praise, right?"
Properly complimenting her pussy's taste means the male lead liked it a lot. Understanding his intent makes the rest of the plot more believable. Literary foundation matters in moments like this.
Of course, the heroine couldn't settle for being a mere disposable onahole. To get revenge on the man who humiliated her, she trains her pussy and challenges him to a rematch. And she loses pathetically, even having her pussy rights outright stolen in the process. Some noble!
"S-so pathetic. At this rate, it's no different from voluntarily becoming that man's slave? Incompetent bitches like her tarnish the noble name!"
I notice my anger shifting from the man raping the heroine to the heroine herself for getting taken so easily. His actions are starting to make a weird kind of sense. If a tempting, fuckable pussy is right there, isn't it natural to fuck it? Especially if it offers itself up so readily—not fucking it would be the real joke.
"Stupid bitch! Useless bitch! If you decide to tease a cock, at least shake it properly! Always losing! Pathetic!"
If I'd mounted that man, things would've been different. Yeah, definitely. He'd be sucking down my juices and surrendering to me for sure. With my noble bloodline, how could my pussy not be legendary?
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Lost in the story, I've reached the end of The Aristocrat Fallen into Humiliation. The conclusion is utterly clichéd and uninspired. The once-noble, beautiful kazoku woman ends up submitting everything under a massive cock. How typical—no creativity at all. Pathetic writer, making a living off this. Some lines even conscience can't cross!
"Hah, but judging the author off one book feels hasty."
Maybe this one's just unusually bad! Later works might've improved on it.
"Ah♥ Th-this book has a heroine with hair the same water-color as mine?"
How infuriating! It's not modeled after me, but I can't ignore the connection between me and this lowly slut with her fate sealed. I have to check every blasphemous detail♥
※ The next day, I knocked on Fumina's door again.
"Ahem, ahem. How's it going? Making good progress on the writing?"
"Ah, well... It's progressing a bit, but not finished yet."
"Plenty of time left, so no need to rush."
Lazar probably doesn't expect a full, polished novel in a week anyway. Even short, a high-impact piece would land well. Actually, the slow progress suits me fine right now.
"Ahem! The reason I'm visiting today, Fumina, is a scene I'd like you to include."
"A scene to include?"
"...Specifically, something like the heroine acting tough while her pussy's being played with, but the moment her asshole gets a little touch, she throws her head back and squirts like a fountain."
Of course, this has nothing to do with my own desires. Purely technical. Just thinking it'd turn that man on more. Not because my pussy throbbed extra at that scene in yesterday's book or anything.
"Ahh, perfect! She holds out decently during pussy play, building expectations like 'maybe this girl's different?'—but then the dirty hole gets stirred and she crumbles pathetically. Great scene."
"R-right?"
Fumina's praise lifts my mood. I'm used to flattery, but hearing it from someone as talented as her makes me wonder if I have untapped potential as an onahole literature author.
"A-additionally? Lines like 'I'm a filthy pussy slut who gets horny from her asshole! Please have mercy on my dirty hole!' would be good too."
"Obviously. Without dialogue like that, the core of onahole literature flies out the window. And add descriptions of her vulgarly shaking her ass, of course."
Ahem, ahem. A woman talented enough for the academy definitely has something special. Through deep discussion, we fleshed out the outline for the submission in a few days.
Of course! I have zero interest in Lazar's cock. But the fact remains that meeting him positively influenced my literary sensitivity... A reward—or tribute—might not be so bad?