The Academy's Exclusive Prostitute's Professional Ethics (3)
A sudden bolt of pleasure raced up Gyeoul's spine, freezing both her hands and mouth where they were. “Haaahk!?”
In truth, it wasn't so much that her mouth had stopped as it was that she could no longer perform her duty. That duty, of course, was servicing the massive cock that had paid an enormous fee with her mouth-pussy.
“S-sorry.”
Gyeoul hurriedly tried to paste on a bright smile again, the professional mask of a whore. “Quickly, once mo—kyaaahng!?”
But the instant Kazuha's tongue touched her rear entrance again, the mask was ripped away in a heartbeat.
“Heeet♡ Hek♡ Oh, uuhweet…!!♡”
Her body shivered violently. The pleasure began at her rear entrance and spread through every inch of her, making her shoulders tremble and her toes curl tight. The ecstasy that refused to be suppressed rose straight to her head, hammering raw pleasure signals into her brain.
“Hek, huu♡ Huukkeuu…♡”
Even while letting out those nasal, whimpering moans, Gyeoul desperately tried to smile again and bring her lips to Alejandra's cock. Because she was a prostitute. A high-class one at that—one who teased men mercilessly and extracted huge sums for it. There were whores who could earn plenty just by being pretty and half-assing the job, but that wasn't a real profession. That was just temporary rental of a body. Gyeoul possessed genuine pride in her role as a prostitute, along with a strict sense of professional ethics.
Failing to serve her client like this and thrashing only for her own pleasure was grounds for disqualification. She would have no defense if they demanded a refund, and the blow to her pride as a professional would hurt far worse than simply returning the money.
“Heh, huuk…!”
She stretched her tongue toward Alejandra's cock, but Kazuha's tongue pressed against her rear with a wet chuup.
“Hooooook…!!”
She twitched and shuddered uncontrollably. Thick droplets of sweat carrying a heavy female scent rolled down her skin. Her mouth fell open, eyes glazing over.
It was only because of the hypnosis that she had “become” a prostitute, but Gyeoul possessed one critical flaw that made her completely unsuited to the real thing.
“Uuhuk!?♡♡”
She had zero ability to hold back an orgasm.
Real professionals in the sex trade tried their hardest not to climax. It was exhausting. It drained them. And because the job required more than just spreading their legs—whether through sexual technique or emotional satisfaction—they avoided orgasm even more diligently. They deliberately numbed their own senses, reversing the principle of focusing on pleasure to instead kill it.
But Gyeoul was simply too pathetic a female.
So far, Kazuha had only gently pressed her lips around Gyeoul's rear entrance, against the twitching rim of her anus. That adorable, tightly closed pink hole. A clean genital that no longer functioned as an excretory organ. Yet the thick, musky scent unique to intestinal fluids still clung to it. Rear pussy. Anus. Kazuha matched the wrinkles of her own lips to those of Gyeoul's hole with soft, repeated chok, chok kisses. A light caress. And yet it was enough to make Gyeoul tremble so violently she lost all ability to service Alejandra.
Naturally, Kazuha had no intention of stopping there.
A hot, wet, agile piece of flesh slightly thicker than a finger. Kazuha's tongue slid from her saliva-slick mouth and dragged upward over Gyeoul's rear hole with a lewd churuup♡.
“Hyaang!? Hik, huek!? Hak, huu, haaak…♡”
She let out the cries of an excited female cat, twisting her body in a desperate attempt to flee the pleasure. But the thoroughly aroused Kazuha had no plans to let the pussy she intended to ravage escape.
“Haup, chuuup… chuup, chuuuup…♡”
She slid both arms between Gyeoul's legs, gripping her hip joints firmly. Trapping her so she couldn't flee, Kazuha buried her face between those soft cheeks. Her tongue continued its exploration of the hole.
At first, Gyeoul's rear entrance twitched and clenched tight every time Kazuha's tongue made contact. But an anus is still a muscle. Sudden forceful contractions quickly lead to fatigue. In the end, Gyeoul's hole gave one final, desperate kwaaaaak! squeeze to reject the invading tongue, but when even that failed, the rebound caused it to slacken completely. Besides, while it might once have been virgin, this was a hole that had already taken cock dozens upon dozens of times—futanari cocks at that.
What had once been a perfectly symmetrical, star-shaped pucker when it was virgin now naturally formed a vertical slit even at rest. The experienced anal muscles, when contracting again, exerted stronger force horizontally than vertically, creating the appearance of being pressed from the sides. Proof that this was no longer an excretory organ, but a proper rear pussy.
In fact, the very person who had taken Gyeoul's anal virginity and turned it into a rear pussy was Kazuha herself. She had always been a woman with a strong interest in anuses. It wasn't something to brag about, but then again, people's tastes and fetishes were rarely things one could proudly announce. In a tatami-lined room, she used to secretly toy with her own anus, coating her fingers in the oil meant for winter skin care and slipping them inside.
Back then, Kazuha had wished for someone who would caress her there. How wonderful it would be. That wish, after she grew a cock and began feeling male lust, expressed itself in the opposite direction as well.
Of course the front hole was good too. Gyeoul's pussy was a vicious, cock-maddening apricot slit. In truth, Kazuha chose it three times out of ten. But conversely, that meant she chose the rear seven times out of ten. To that extent, Kazuha found deep, intoxicating pleasure in anal intercourse.
“Hup, chup… chup… lick…♡”
Since these were the caresses of someone who genuinely loved anuses, Kazuha wasn't merely loosening the hole. She was savoring Gyeoul's rear pussy with sticky, lustful devotion. Her tongue traced each delicate wrinkle one by one, observing how the hole twitched and fluttered before blowing hot breath across it. The stimulation increased the flow of intestinal fluids, thickening the addictive, musky scent. She circled her tongue around the rim of the now-slack, gaping sphincter.
Goosebumps erupted across Gyeoul's lower back as she struggled frantically to pull away. It was useless. Oni possessed strength more than ten times that of humans despite their small frames. With her thighs locked in Kazuha's powerful grip, escape was impossible.
The tongue pushed inside the twitching, open hole. A hot, slippery invader. Gyeoul's anus clenched again on reflex, but that only caused Kazuha's tongue to lick across every inch of the entrance. The hole was melting—completely surrendered.
The anus, long since fully converted into a pussy, sent an unbearably powerful craving straight into Gyeoul's brain.
Put it in. Fill me. It's so empty. Stuff me full. Please, give me cock. Fill this pathetic little pussy hole with something thick and hot and hard…♡
Right around then, Alejandra—realizing she would receive no service no matter how long she waited—decided to take matters into her own hands.
“Heh, hue… uubuk!?♡”
The massive cock pushed into her open mouth. Gyeoul, with the proper response imprinted in her mind by hypnosis, reflexively opened her throat and relaxed to suppress her gag reflex. The thick shaft slid into the hot, wet passage. Alejandra, experiencing this particular hole for the first time today, let out a slow, shuddering breath like someone stepping into a scalding bath.
“Huaa, aah…”
Alejandra's cock possessed an especially vicious glans, making it somewhat less than ideal for throat service. Structurally, it could easily trigger the gag reflex. Yet Gyeoul had never once done so. Therefore, Alejandra could enjoy her throat-pussy with complete peace of mind.
It felt incredible. Wet, tight, and scorching hot, as if the cock itself were melting. The hot flesh of the hole stimulated her pleasure nerves with frantic intensity.
“Huuuu, uu…♡”
Alejandra's hands gripped Gyeoul's head, cradling it like a precious ball between her palms. In doing so, unintentionally, both palms completely covered Gyeoul's ears. From that position, Alejandra began moving the girl's head back and forth. Sitting with her legs spread, she couldn't thrust with her hips.
With her hearing blocked, the only sounds flooding Gyeoul's world were the obscene, wet noises coming from her own mouth and throat—her mouth-pussy and throat-pussy. Jjibbeok, jjibbeok. Eulkkuwek. Kkohueukkeuk. Lewd, filthy sounds that would require heavy use of tense consonants and complex batchim if written in Korean. It felt as if her entire head had been turned into a living onahole.
Demoted from whore to biological onahole. Gyeoul felt humiliation. Not sexual humiliation, but the crushing shame of having her professional pride trampled.
She wanted to scream that she was a whore, not an onahole, but the moment she became unable to move and service her client, she had already failed at her job. In that case, shouldn't she at least allow the customer to enjoy her body to the fullest? Wasn't that the most professional attitude possible?
Of course, whether such a debate on professional ethics was raging inside Gyeoul's head or what conclusion it might reach made no difference to Alejandra or Kazuha. And whether Alejandra was using her head like a living onahole or not, Kazuha continued to greedily devour Gyeoul's rear pussy.
Only after savoring it to her heart's content did she finally pull her mouth away.
“Puhhaa…♡”
A mixture of her own saliva and Gyeoul's intestinal fluids coated her from nose to chin. She had used her tongue so vigorously that the muscles at its root and her jaw felt numb. But tasting with her mouth had been enough. Kazuha reached into a drawer, pulled out a bottle of lubricant, and began applying it to her own cock.