Which Onahole Should I Try?
Which onahole should I use?
I sifted through the memories stored in my head and picked out the saddest one.
Which should it be?
When my ex-girlfriend dumped me?
No, back then I’d felt more stunned than sad.
When the new project the company had been preparing got scrapped?
I had been unhappy because my workload had increased, but to someone like me—a mere cog in the company machine—it never hit hard enough to count as genuine misery.
When I’d pulled a full-time overtime shift at the office during the golden holiday I’d been counting down to?
Yeah, that was the one. Just thinking about it made me feel like I might cry already.
"I guess this really will be hard, huh? Sorry for asking something unreasonable."
At my subdued voice, Angela’s face filled with apology.
"I’m sorry. Because of my daughter…. Are you perhaps short on money? If it wouldn’t be presumptuous, I’d be happy to help."
It was obvious from her expression and tone that she was genuinely trying to look out for me.
Feeling certain I’d steered things in the right direction, I kept up the act.
"It’s not about money. The truth is, I had circumstances that kept me away from my family for a long time. I haven’t even been able to contact them once."
"Oh, my…."
She looked at me with eyes full of sympathy, but true to her considerate nature, she didn’t pry into the details.
"I used to tell myself it would get better someday, but no matter how long you spend alone, you never really get used to loneliness. By the time classes end, I don’t even want to go back to the dormitory sometimes…."
I stole a glance at Angela, and she looked utterly like a lost puppy.
So I let even more loneliness seep into my voice and went on.
"I thought if I became a butler, at least I wouldn’t be alone in the dormitory anymore, so I asked because I figured it might ease the loneliness a little. But now I feel like I’ve just made things difficult for you. I’m sorry."
"…."
Angela said nothing, but her face said everything; she looked like she was on the verge of tears.
Then she suddenly stood, came over, and wrapped her arms around me.
"I’m so sorry. I had no idea you had such a story…."
Her enormous breasts, impossible to hide even under her suit, pressed against my face.
Maybe because I was the same age as her daughter and she instinctively thought of me like a child, Angela didn’t find such close contact uncomfortable at all—instead, she clung even tighter.
I was caught off guard, but I remembered I was still acting and forced myself to stay calm.
"I can’t explain the details, but I do understand the sadness of being unable to see your family. To be hurting like that, and then to have Selena torment you on top of it… how awful must that have been."
It felt as though a tear from Angela had fallen onto the crown of my head.
I was grateful she’d believed me, but to shed tears over something this small… she was almost too kind for her own good.
Come to think of it, she smells really nice….
I wanted to pull her plump, supple body straight into my arms.
Of course, with Verita standing here, I couldn’t do that.
"Thinking you still smiled brightly despite carrying that kind of pain makes my heart ache. Ah… you poor thing, what am I supposed to do? When things are hard, there’s nothing more comforting than family…."
She pitied me so much that I actually felt a twinge of guilt.
Even so, I couldn’t afford to go soft here.
Just as I was about to deliver something even more miserable, Angela pulled away first and spoke.
"I understand, Ian. I’ll hire you as a butler."
"Huh? Really?"
That easily?
"Loneliness toward people can only be cured by people. And you’re also someone I owe for overlooking my daughter’s mistake, so I really want to help."
I hadn’t expected Angela’s kindness to run this deep.
I only wished Selena had inherited even a little of her mother’s personality, not just her looks.
"Are you sure it’s okay for me to become a butler? Selena doesn’t seem like she’ll just sit still."
"I’ll do what I can. Verita. That’s all right, isn’t it?"
"I have always followed the chairman’s wishes. And I also welcome young men who, like Ian, know the value of pork bone soup."
It was a slightly strange reason, but if Verita was the one serving as head butler, there was nothing bad about making a good impression on her.
"Could you come to our house starting next Monday, perhaps? The contracts for the head butler and the other butlers end this weekend."
"Of course. Thank you so much, Angela."
"If you need anything else, don’t hesitate to tell me. I’ll help however far my hands can reach. Oh, would you like another bowl?"
I was about to refuse, but under Angela’s sympathetic gaze, I found myself nodding before I knew it.
And so I returned to the dormitory with an unexpected windfall and two bowls of pork bone soup.
"Hoo…."
The moment I got back to my room, I flung myself onto the bed.
My stomach was full, and I couldn’t be bothered to do anything except lie there.
…I hadn’t expected things to go this smoothly.
Thank goodness Angela, unlike her daughter, was an angel of a woman.
Hadn’t she said she understood the loneliness of being unable to meet her family?
I didn’t know the details, but maybe that experience was part of why she took such pity on me.
All I had to do now was seduce Angela….
That would mean I’d almost finished paving the road toward revenge.
There was still Dania’s loyalty to contend with, but once I became a butler, I’d have more time with her too. That would give me a way in.
Besides, the butler job starting next Monday worked out perfectly in more ways than one.
That was because Anna was coming here tomorrow to receive the punishment she’d promised.
I had already thought up a punishment for her, but since Anna was such a pervert, I had a bad feeling that in the end it wouldn’t be punishment at all, but a reward.
…I’d think about tomorrow tomorrow. For tonight, I’d rest.
With that easygoing mindset, I spent the day at a leisurely pace.
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The next day, Saturday.
After getting ready, I sat lazily on the sofa and waited for Anna.
There wasn’t anything special about my preparations. I’d just tidied the place up, had dinner, and taken a proper shower.
I’d told her to come after dinner whenever it was convenient, so for now I might as well sit back and watch TV.
The instant I picked up the remote with that thought in mind, the doorbell rang.
I went to check, thinking, Already? and sure enough, there was Anna standing there.
"You came fast."
"…Mm."
Anna nodded shyly, her cheeks bright red.
I’d told her to come after dinner and when it was convenient, so if she came this quickly, just how much had she been looking forward to it?
Once she came inside, Anna looked around the living room with a tense expression.
Like the last time I’d run into her outside by chance, she was wearing an oversized hoodie, and the way she kept turning her head this way and that was adorable.
Come to think of it, this was Anna’s first time here.
After she’d looked around the living room for a while, I led her into the bedroom.
The moment she saw the bed, her whole face turned as red as a strawberry, and yet, surprisingly, she climbed onto it and buried her face in my pillow.
For Anna, that was downright bold.
She looked exactly like a girl coming to her boyfriend’s place for the first time.
"Did you forget why you’re here today?"
At my words, Anna jolted upright and then knelt on the bed.
"I’m sorry…. It’s my first time in your house, Master, so I got excited…."
One sentence and she was already in bitch mode. Anna was so very Anna.
"As long as you know."
I walked over slowly and took off her hoodie, revealing her white belly and the bra wrapped around her chest.
"You wore that again today?"
By that, I meant the lingerie Anna had bought at the underwear shop in the shopping district.
The fact that she’d worn it to school the very next day after buying it, and was wearing it again today, made me happy; it really seemed like she cherished the lingerie she’d chosen with me.
"Are y-you tired of it…?"
"What are you talking about? It’s adorable."
Saying that, I stripped off the rest of her clothes and underwear too.
It was a little much to praise the lingerie and then immediately take it off, but Anna didn’t seem to care at all.
I followed her lead and started taking my own clothes off too.
The cock that had been rigid ever since I saw her at the door sprang free the second it escaped my constricting underwear.
"…."
Anna’s eyes were full of anticipation.
Even while she stared so intently at my cock with a face flushed by lust, she waited obediently, like the bitch she was, for me to decide to take her.
"You want my cock?"
"Y-yes…."
"Where? Show me yourself."
Without hesitation, Anna lay back, spread her legs wide, and used her fingers to open her sex fully for me.
"H-Here…."
Through the parted lips of her pussy, the pink folds of her wet cunt twitched as though begging for my cock.
"Got it. But since today’s your punishment, I’m not just going to give it to you."
Disappointment flickered across Anna’s face, followed by curiosity over what the punishment would be.
"Anna’s punishment is deciding whether you’ll spend the weekend as my personal bitch or my dedicated onahole, then acting accordingly."
"Ah, a bitch and an onahole…."
Anna chewed over my words while staring at my cock.
Both were basically saying she’d become my sex toy, but when you thought about it, the meanings of the two words were subtly different.
More precisely, onahole was cruder and more pathetic.
Unlike a bitch, it wasn’t treated as something with any will of its own; it was just a tool.
The reason I left the choice to Anna was to see just how deep her perversion really ran.
Of course, whichever she chose would change how tonight’s play unfolded too.
"…."
Anna was deep in thought.
There was no way she disliked either option. Did she perhaps have another word she preferred? Something like sow or slave?
"What is it? Don’t want to choose?"
"N-no, that’s not it!"
She denied it in a hurry, then lowered her head and said,
"B-both of them…."
"Hm?"
"I want to be both a bitch and an onahole…."
Hmm… that answer hadn’t crossed my mind.
Was I failing as her master and misjudging the depths of her sluttiness?
Still, I was curious which one she’d actually choose.
"You’re greedy. Pick one."
"Then… onahole…."
She rejected the bitch option, even though at least that would still let her be treated like a dog, and chose the onahole, which was nothing more than a tool. As expected, she never disappointed me.
"Good. Then I’ll use you as my personal onahole for the weekend."
"Thank you…♥"
The moment she heard what the punishment would be, Anna’s face lit up with anticipation.
I looked forward to seeing how long that expression would last as I got ready.
---
The two of us were still naked.
But unlike me, who looked no different than before, Anna’s appearance had changed dramatically.
Lying neatly on the bed, her wrists were bound in handcuffs.
Her legs were spread wide and pulled up, because the ropes tied around both ankles had been fixed to the headboard above her.
It looked as though an invisible man had lifted her legs for missionary position.
Or perhaps like the stretching position from some flexibility test, flipped upside down with her legs spread slightly while seated on the floor and bent forward.
Having bound Anna in exactly the pose I wanted, I admired my work with satisfaction.
Since there was nothing to hide her, her thick ass and exposed cunt were laid bare in all their glory.
Maybe because my gaze had lapped at her so hungrily, her cunt juice was already starting to spill out, sliding down her ass and soaking the bed.
And then there was that soft little roll of belly, and her generous tits that didn’t quite match her cute face.
Tied up like this, she looked as if her body existed solely to be fucked for me.
"Masteeer…♡"
Whether I was the only one who felt that way, Anna’s anxious voice was thick with lust.
"Shh. Since when does an onahole beg first?"
"…."
"This is part of your punishment too, so you’d better behave."
"Y-yes…."
Since she couldn’t speak, she sent me obscene signals with her body instead.
Her hands and feet were bound, so she couldn’t move them; instead, she shook her big ass.
"It won’t work even if you seduce me. Since you’re an onahole, wait until I feel like using you."
Anna, who had been hoping her pussy would be used immediately, let her brows droop.
She was so cute and pitiable that I wanted to pounce on her right away, but I had made preparations, so I forced myself to stay composed.
"Then shall I try using the onahole a little?"
At those words, Anna’s face brightened.
"First, I should put on some lubricant."
I sat beside her and brought my cock up to her face, and Anna’s tongue shot out to meet it as if she couldn’t wait a second longer.
"You wouldn’t want Master’s cock to hurt when he uses the onahole, so make sure you coat it carefully."
"Y-yes…. Hahup. Chup…."
Anna took my cock into her mouth and pushed it in as deeply as she could.
Chwaaah! Chup! Chuuup. Churooop!
I’d said I was only going to apply lubricant, but the instant she tasted my cock, she forgot my words and started sucking with fervor.
It felt good, but it strayed from the original purpose, so I firmly pulled my cock back out.
"You’ll cum into the onahole. Right now, you’re only applying lubricant."
"S-sorry… hehe…."
This time, she stuck her tongue out as far as it would go and licked the shaft of my cock.
Her hands were bound, so all she could use was her face and mouth, yet the look in her eyes as she licked me was so full of affection I could barely tell whether Anna’s master was me or my cock.
"Lick the other side too."
"Yes."
Maybe because she was thinking about the thing that would go into her own pussy, her tongue was filled with devotion.
She’d said she wanted to be an onahole, but what she was doing was pure bitch behavior.
At last my cock was slick with saliva, and the look in Anna’s eyes as she stared at it trembled even more violently with anticipation.
"That’s enough."
"Yes, Master♡"
Unable to hold back, Anna kept squirming her hips.
Her behavior was exactly what you’d expect from a bitch in heat, and my cock stirred impatiently too, but I kept my composure.
"Which onahole should I use…."
At that, Anna’s ass stopped moving, and confusion appeared on her face too.
"All right, let’s use this one."
The instant Anna understood what I meant, her expression froze.
At the end of her gaze, in my hand, was none other than a real onahole.
