This Weekend's Toy: Lusalka!

This weekend's plaything is Lusalka! Rine has to leave the dormitory again this weekend because of family matters. Her face was pretty memorable as she got dragged away, dying to shake her ass on my cock all day—her expression like a bull being led to the slaughterhouse, even though she's not heading to her death. She'll be back after the weekend anyway. She must really like me that much.

The first weekend after I moved into this dormitory, Rine wasn't around, so I didn't have much to do. Luckily, I ran into Soyu-senpai and we went on a date, spending some meaningful time together, but that was just a coincidence.

But now things are different. "Fucking bitches. They're dying to wag their tails at me."

Starting from weekend morning, messages flood in to me. Different excuses, different circumstances, different tones, but they ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠all boil down to the same thing in the end.

'Wanna play with my pussy this weekend?'

That's it. Everything else is just decorative bullshit to dress it ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠up elegantly.

I don't mind the spamming. Hell, this kind of pretense creates image play, right? Imagining these prideful bitches racking their brains to create some pretext without outright begging me to use their pussies or assholes—it's amusing in itself.

But now that the calls are pouring in so fiercely, I kinda don't feel like going. I've got a bit of a contrarian streak.

Normally, I'd visit these dutiful girls who've gotten their pussies wet for me and play with them a bit, but today? Not in the mood.

"On the flip side, I wanna use the pussies of the ones who aren't calling me."

The shameless pussies who've already been fucked once and turned into onaholes, yet no weekend contact? That's the menu I feel like today. Scrolling through the pussy holes saved in my phone, I spot the ones who haven't reached out. And there—Lusalka.

Huh? That's weird. I properly educated this one as a 'woman' last time, so she shouldn't have much resentment left. Worth a call, but nothing? Always practicing, like usual?

Clear orders given, I close the messenger and wait leisurely. About 30 minutes? 40? Time to read a manga volume online, and ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠then a knock at the door.

Took her longer than expected, this girl.

"Whoa!"

Opening the door reveals a beauty with defined abs in a tank top and hot pants. Ooooh~ Totally fresh compared to the pussies I've used so far. Boyish vibe, but her sharp legs stand out, and those plump tits pushing against the tank top look delicious. She acts cool and boyish without knowing her place, but she can't hide her natural female scent—that stokes my conquest lust and gets me hard.

But the real cherry on top is Lusalka's attitude itself.

"W-what're you staring at like that? It's embarrassing, so quit the death glare? I-I could've dressed up prettier, you know. You just said to wear my usual, so I had no choice…. N-not that I wanted to look pretty and girly for you or anything…."

This tantalizing female side is actually Lusalka's complex. She doesn't realize the potential of her own pussy hole—that's what makes her so fuckable.

Fuck, this is it!

"Nah, why? You're already plenty fuckable. Perfectly slutty body for a pussy hole bitch—no need to be embarrassed. You usually dress like this?"

"Y-yeah? What's the problem?"

"Obviously there's a problem. Walking around like this and staying a virgin till I fucked you? Fuck, unbelievable. If it were me, I'd have grabbed a bitch jiggling her tits like that and raped her on the spot. Guess all the guys have no eyes."

"R-rape? That's, that's wrong!"

"The one's wrong is the pussy that provoked it."

Even if it starts as rape with me, it always ends in sweet surrender, so no issue.

I brush off Lusalka's words and slide my hand into her hot pants. Just as expected—a sticky, hot swamp. But this swamp has one flaw: it's ready, but no fish to swim and play in it. Guess my fingers'll have to play eel for now.

"See? I haven't even done anything yet, and your pussy's already like this? Proof you're an A-grade hole ready to ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠get bred anytime. Is forcing a hole like this really that bad? Nah, it's accumulating good karma."

"S-sophistry!"

She calls it sophistry but doesn't push my hand away. Instead, she spreads her legs wider, making it easier for my fingers to stir her pussy.

Peeking into her mind with female mind-reading:

"Ngh…."

A girl feeling gratitude toward a man dissolving her long-held complex, yet unable to be honest—afraid that opening up too soon would double the hurt if he loses interest later. So she pretends it doesn't matter from the start. A setup that'd have its niche in a romcom, but with common sense alteration mode, it's just comical.

"Your pussy juice dirtied my hand. Clean it up."

"…Senpai's so selfish."

Saying that, she obediently sucks my fingers clean. Her inner thoughts?

I don't know exactly, but she looks satisfied, so good.

"We're heading out now. What do you wanna eat? My treat."

"Eh? You'll buy it? No need. I-I get prize money from competitions, and even without that, I get plenty of allowance from home…."

Lusalka herself is so ascetic(?), she barely spends her allowance and just saves it. She probably has way more money than me, who has no house or steady income. Normally speaking.

"When a guy offers to buy something, a girl just says 'yes' and follows. Cut the bullshit. Got it?"

"Ugh… That's sexist, and I don't think it's good."

Not good my ass. She's rubbing her thighs together, drawn to my tough side. With her deep complex about femininity, Lusalka goes crazy for a macho guy who yanks her in like this. This world's pussy bitches are wired to fall for bad guys—read as total assholes—anyway. Oh, and assholes get forgiven only if the cock's huge, just FYI.

"You're not a 'wallet onahole,' so I ain't spending on you. Just be a good toy onahole."