My Word is Absolute
My words were absolute. I could command my own mother to flash her breasts or hand over her panties without issue. Be it my birth mom or my birth sister, I could grope their tits, and they wouldn't resist. Even if I plunged straight into their pussies, they'd take it without a fight. This went for everyone worldwide. Take Seolhwa, who came from abroad—I didn't stop at fucking her; I called out her mom and fucked them both together.
In our country, where prostitution had been illegal, I founded a company centered on whoring, hiring streetwalkers who threw open orgies right on the sidewalks. Thanks to that, it wasn't uncommon to see women getting gangbanged in the streets. The might of my commands—transcending laws, shoving morality aside—was beyond imagination.
The National University of Prostitution, dubbed Whore University, was the school I'd built using taxes I'd claimed. The minor details were like any other university: pick a major, attend lectures, rack up credits, graduate, and land a job. There were departments like Sex Reception, Prostitution, Basic Prostitution, Exclusive Sex Processing, Public Sex Processing, and more.
Sex Reception trained women to offer their bodies for corporate hospitality. They'd get fucked regularly by superiors, but grads heading to big firms lived lives envied even by executives—super popular. Prostitution was for whorehouses, salons, or "streetwalker" gigs. Lower tier than Sex Reception, but drew the biggest crowds. Basic Prostitution was for housewives selling pussy on the side—for pocket money or sneaky cheating fucks. No real classes; the uni just brokered clients.
Exclusive Sex Processing trained my personal fucktoys or those eyed by rich guys. Top-tier, most applicants. No contact with men or private comms during training—just a year of near-brainwashing, mostly dedicated to me. Afterward, they served as my exclusive sex processors, pulling fat government salaries. Finally, Public Sex Processing: for women turned into public property. Paid better than Sex Reception grads, so poor girls flocked there. They got developed through gangbangs by experienced dudes during training, then deployed as public utilities.
I advertised this everywhere—TV, SNS, even foreign press. On application day, the site crashed. "What a joke... If they're that desperate, they should just come to our company..." My sister muttered, her body in my hands as we watched TV together. The phone site showed a blank white screen, and the news tally had frozen. Last count: 80,000 applicants, foreigners included. Just hours after launch, the news of our school exploded, conquering internet communities.
One applicant met a random user for paid sex and posted proof. Another tried whoring to her own brother and got one-sidedly raped. Someone hit the streets to sell herself and ended up gangbanged by homeless guys. A girl gunning for Public Sex Processing stripped naked on the road, spread her pussy—got nabbed by cops, then raped nonstop for three days in holding. Said the food there was so good she wanted to go back... With women this eager to sell out, how had society held it together before?
Total applicants for my university closed at 520,000.
Sex Reception Department. Trained women to offer their bodies for hospitality. Since they'd serve elites and power players, they needed skill and technique. Newbies started OT by shedding sexual shame.
"Alright~ Anyone still a virgin, put your finger down!"
"Anyone who's cheated, finger down!"
"Anyone who's handled two guys at once, finger down!"
Sexual experience finger games. Or "Number 5, kiss and grope Number 1!" "Numbers 20 and 2, suck my dick... uh, 1 and 45, dance." Staff guys kept being king in endless king games. All naked, of course. Hesitate from shame during actual hospitality or tribute sex? You'd get sued by your employer.
Girls sucked strange men's cocks, clenched their pussies around them, took creampies—erasing shame bit by bit. Virgins included, all left with cum dripping from their pussies, no clothes, back to dorms or home.
Required freshman courses: Sex Reception Practice, Sex Technique Theory, Gangbang Practice 1, Orgy Practice 1, Sex Technique Practice, Acting 1. Practices meant getting railed by male staff. Sex Technique covered fellatio, deepthroat, paizuri, sumata, mating press, etc. Newbies entered classrooms in outfits baring nipples or pussies, serviced strange men there.
Morning lectures done, lunch, then Sex Technique theory, handed back for gangbangs. Next, orgy practice: fucked by guys while kissing classmates, eating each other's pussies or asses—sex beyond straight gangbangs. Other departments (Exclusive aside) were no different. Fuck men, get gangbanged, street-raped mid-walk, woken by surprise rapes. And to that school, I arrived as lead instructor for Exclusive Sex Processing.
"I'm off, Mom~."
"Have a good day, sweetie~."
My naked mom, dripping my cum from her crotch-crack while wiping a puddle of semen off the floor, waved me off. Leaving her behind, I opened the front door. In the hall waited my office-clad sex-processing secretary—Seolhwa.
"I'll escort you to the university."
I stroked the head of Seolhwa, who bowed to flash her cleavage, then we descended the stairs together. Perfect for slipping a hand in and kneading bare tit. Playing with the softness of her breast and her nipple tickling my palm, we exited the building and hopped into the car parked right out front. Me in the passenger seat, Seolhwa driving, toilet-girl Soo-ah at my feet.
I had to handle all lectures for Exclusive Sex Processing students, so teaching days were packed. That's why I brought the family toilet along.
Slurp...
I never wore pants or undies, so Soo-ah could suck my dick the second we sat. Slurp... slurp...
Savoring the meat-toilet's mouth-pussy service, I reviewed my department's freshmen faces on my tablet. I picked all Exclusive newbies myself—pure virgins by my standards. Made browsing their files far from boring. Reports included nudes and close-ups of their genitals.
Slurp...! Gulp... gulp...
No holding back on rising urges. When I felt like cumming, I blasted straight into the meat-toilet's mouth. Cum or piss, didn't matter.
The 30-minute drive from home to uni, Soo-ah never let my cock slip out once—kept tonguing and sucking nonstop. Only after arrival and a cleanup blowjob did she release it.
Construction kept me home-fucking family only—no visits—so the university's massive scale surprised me a bit. Wrong place? Nah, every passing woman wore slutty outfits: panty flashes, cleavage galore. Right on target.
"This way."
Seolhwa said it flatly, ass swaying as she led. Kneading Soo-ah's dripping-naked tits, I followed. Eyes from surrounding women poured over me. Some hiked skirts to flash panties or pussies, others yanked tops down for tit-shows. One busty cutie caught my eye—I beckoned, slotted her right-side, used her tits like Soo-ah's.
"Hngh..."
"Ahng..."
The two getting nipples pinched moaned, squirming. A hard squeeze, and they clung, leaking louder groans.
"Min-jun-ssi, shall I suck it once?"
Seolhwa eyed my rock-hard cock, asked deadpan.
"Excuse me."
I nodded; she knelt blankly before me, engulfed it. Ignoring her own comfort, she bobbed fiercely, choking naturally. Deepthroat gurgles, but to avoid unconsciously spitting it out, she wrapped arms around my ass.
"Guhk... euk... guhk... slurp... heurp...! Guhk..."
Tears flowed, face flushed—no negative emotion, just steady mouth-pussy service.
"Hng..."
"Whoa... Seolhwa's amazing at it."
Soo-ah thrilled at public nudity and tit-groping; the right-side girl purely admired Seolhwa.
"What department you in?"
"Ah, Sex Reception!"
Solid choice. Looked premium-grade.
"Virgin?"
"No... old boyfriend..."
Figures. A virgin this hot would've hit my department.
"Guhk... kek... gulp... gulp... haa... once more?"
"Nah, let's head to lecture."
"Understood."
Seolhwa wiped dick-slobber and cum from her lips, resumed walking. Women still flanked me, tits in my grasp.