Cock Compass Rates the Onahole Manuscripts
The grading proceeds under the guidance of my cock compass. "I wonder if you all had a good week? Did you spend it jerking off nice and hard every day?"
Of course, I've been living it up the whole week, grinding through pussy after pussy to treat my dick like a king. While the other bitches pine for my cock every day and finger their cunts in desperation, I couldn't care less—I'm free to fuck whatever holes I want. And the pleasure from that? It's no joke. Yeah, it's sleazy as hell, I admit. But the sleazier it is, the better it feels, right?
No one who pulls off power plays is truly happy. Know why? The assholes doing the bullying think it's their god-given right, something totally natural. So when they have to raise their voice to enforce it, it pisses them off and annoys the shit out of them. That's why they end up with that obvious sour attitude, ugly scowl, and grating tone. They stuff their faces with shit they couldn't normally touch, but it leaves them grumpy, making themselves and everyone around them miserable.
That's why the most fun, happiest kind of power trip is when you fully grasp just how unfair and ridiculous your own bullshit is. Something utterly absurd and outrageous becomes "normal" solely because it's you doing it. Fuck, it's such a rush! Every day feels brand new!
"Looks like you all wrote onahole literature with yourselves as the models, just like I ordered. I only gave you a week, so they're all short stories at best."
Eh, I didn't issue the command expecting some serious web novel. Playing with these bitches' pussies is fun and all, but there's a unique thrill to onahole literature. Especially these pieces—they're all one-of-a-kind, infused with each girl's raw sexual walls and desires. Their value goes beyond mere writing skill.
"You must've worked hard because you all want my dick shoved inside you~ But not everyone can get fucked by it. If you get eliminated, blame your own lack of talent."
"W-what...? Who'd want a dick like yours...!"
The water-haired girl spits it out with gusto at first but trails off into a mumble, unable to finish. Instinctively raising her voice aggressively is fine, but then she backpedals, scared of backlash. Is that what you'd call noble poise~? I'm no noble, so what do I know.
"Fumina, over here."
"Y-yes!"
I make Fumina crawl on all fours, then gently seat my dick inside her pussy. Perfect when the glans just lightly kisses her womb entrance.
"Haaahhh♥♥♥"
The other girls brought their onahole lit, but Fumina—who's not even competing—gets my dick without doing shit! ...You might complain, but she's the exception. She's the judge for this contest.
"I'm gonna read the club members' onahole literature now, and you'll score them based on how my dick reacts. Got it?"
"Y-yes♥ Got ittt♥"
Reading shit and assigning scores? It's annoyingly tedious and brain-intensive. Sure, I could score arbitrarily—no one would complain—but I wanna judge properly. That's why I'm handing it off to the most reliable cock compass. No headaches needed. My arousal translates straight to points.
First short story: A girl with a fiancé gets utterly defiled to her core by an ugly guy she just met, abandons her love for her fiancé, and confesses to her rapist instead. But the guy only sees her as an onahole, so the confession fails, and she vows to serve him as his exclusive onahole for life.
Yep, classic~ Varied positions, hyper-detailed ugly guy descriptions that amp up the taboo thrill. Pretty solid. But it's overly restrained in spots. Like hardcode porn writer getting shy? Avoids words like pussy or dick, circles around descriptions. Potential's there, but not fully tapped. Regrettable!
"Aaah♥ Your dick's pushing against my womb entrance♥ Ahh, I'll use this as the baseline! 70 points♥"
I catch one girl biting her lower lip hard. Must be hers. Probably thinks she got screwed as the first batter— we'll see.
A few more pieces follow, but they're all meh. These virgins' imaginations feel reined in. When the prose gets hot, the scenario sucks. Good scenario? Prose lacks vulgarity. Guess sheltered academy pussies have clear limits. Experience doesn't guarantee good smut, but long-brewed frustration adds that flavor. These lack it.
"Uh... no reaction. 0 points?"
"Ehh?? Why?"
Rine reels from the shutout. Not docking her for being pre-fucked or anything. Her writing was just elementary-school level—no real arousal. She's a refined lady and prime pussy onahole, yet they don't mesh on paper. Elements that blend okay in speech/behavior clash horribly in text. Sorry, you're out.
Scanning more, one piece grabs my eye hard.
"Oh."
Basic commoner-education event: Arrogant noble girl gets counterattacked by the servant she despised, overpowered without a fight, fucked, and conquered. Textbook, nothing special, but hits all the scenario beats. Solid comfort food build. Generous length for a week. And the prose? Delicious. Flows smoothly through light parts, slams power into heavy ones. Elegant phrasing drops vulgar words at perfect moments—the contrast spikes the horniness. Can't stop grinning or getting hard. This is legit fun—could jerk to it tonight.
"Ah♥ Ah♥ Ah♥ Your dick's swelling♥ That mighty glans scraping my G-spot raw... A hundred! This is a perfect 100♥!"
'Heh! Nice. A perfect score, huh? Some self-praise, you.'
Sure, the lit club has talented writers. But I clocked the author as Fumina. The raw realism sets it miles apart. Same description, but from a girl who's felt dick slam into her womb vs. one who hasn't? Different texture. Not dissing virgins—just the descriptive grain differs.
'So Patricia cheated~? Didn't ban ghostwriting, though.'
Still, kinda pissed. No major punishment needed, but a light spanking fits.
"Who wrote this?"
"...! Ahem, ahem!"
Patricia—that water-haired mutterer from earlier—covers her mouth with a fan and quietly raises her hand. Thinks it's peak noble grace. Hmm~ But seeing that just makes me wanna torment her more.
"This is really good."
"Ahem! It's nothing. I didn't put my all into it, but thanks for the kind words."
Oh? Acting coy? Maybe she did write it. But that doesn't stop me from messing with her~
"On the flip side, if you write onahole lit this well, maybe you don't need my literary inspiration? I could give it to the others."
"Huh??"
Patricia stares, dumbfounded—never saw that coming. Exposes her feelings so openly and calls herself noble? Hilarious.
"I mean~ My inspiration's for basic-talented but inexperienced pussies to gain experience. But this reads like it came from someone with talent and experience. So, do you even need my dick?"
I pull out another decently impressive manuscript.
"Who wrote this?"
"Me, me!"
The white curly-haired girl shoots her hand up, hawking herself. Hers stuck in my mind—not top-tier, but solid enough.
"Story of the retard caught jerking off in class, right? Dumb setups can work sometimes. Ready your pussy?"
"Yes, yes!"
"W-wait a sec!"
Predictably, Patricia barges in with fierce protest.
"T-this isn't fair! You said the girl with the most impressive onahole lit gets your dick!"
"Didn't say 'most.' Just 'impressive' gets inspiration. You're set without it... What? Craving my dick that bad? Pussy twitching?"
"N-no... Not that, but..."
Hit the mark, but noble pride won't let her admit it. A mere pussy hole daring to keep face in front of me? Can't let that slide.
"Then we're good. No real need or desire, so why force it~? Nobles shouldn't be so greedy~ Right?"
I fingerbang the curly-haired girl's pussy, drawing out her response. She hesitates, but when I tap her hymen, she spits my desired line.
"Y-yes♥ I think so toooo♥"
"She agrees? Guess it's her pussy then."
Patricia's face flushes beet red. Rage, shame, some indescribable emotion on the verge of explosion. But so what? What can you do?
"...I-I think I need it."
"Huh? What?"
"Y-your literary inspiration. I need it too! I can admit my shortcomings."
Oh? Hiding behind "humble noble" now? Nope. I ignore her, moving to reward the other girl. Patricia finally snaps.
"F-fine, what do I have to do!!"
Screaming without a shred of noble dignity or face. My answer's simple.
"Kneel, bow your head to the floor, and beg for what you really want. I'll consider it."
"Wh-what?!"
Never expected that—she flaps her lips like a fish, lost.
"M-me, do that...?"
"Then don't. I don't care."
Her face burns even redder. Thought she'd maxed out? Levels go higher. And I know: that flush isn't rage or shame—it's masochistic excitement.
The other girls watch with keen interest. With eyes on her, even if she wants to grovel, noble code won't let her. They police each other to downplay rivals. But pussy tremors trump "noble mindset."
"O-okay... Fine...!"
Patricia kneels and bows her head to me.
"I-I want your dick. So put it in my pussy. Please."
"Kukuku."
Still a hint of arrogance. Fine for character flavor—keeps it fun. But time for solid humiliation.
I mount her head and smack her ass. Splurt! Pussy juice soaks through her leotard uniform, splattering the floor.
"Hrrghhh!!!"
"Kukuku, hilarious, you retard bitch. Just say 'please use my pussy~' without the hassle? You made me work for it, slut. Your cunt's getting wrecked today. Bite down tight."