The Onahole Teacher and the Jealous Little Sister
Kim Hoyoung's mansion in Pangchang-dong had once belonged to the family of some powerful corporate chairman, so it was predictably enormous. There had to be more than ten master bedrooms alone. And yet, the moment I opened my eyes from the bed, I knew this was Kim Hoyoung's room. All because of the one woman sitting there on the desk with a vacant, stupid look on her face.
Her skin gleamed with a healthy luster. This young woman had her long hair neatly draped down and stared off into the distance with unfocused eyes. Her sharp features and intense presence suggested she was no ordinary person, but right now, she just sat there blankly, oblivious even to my presence nearby. Like an object.
Instinctively, I recognized her as Baek Eunha, the teacher who'd been turned into an onahole.
"Baek Eunha… right? You're Baek Eunha, aren't you?"
"…………"
No response. She wasn't deaf or mute. It was because she was an onahole… or something like that. This woman was under hypnosis so deep she believed herself to be an onahole. She'd abandoned her husband and career to become a mere tool in Kim Hoyoung's room. That's why she ignored anyone who spoke to her. Onaholes didn't respond.
"That bastard Kim Hoyoung is such a piece of shit. How could he turn his homeroom teacher into an onahole? Kidnapping her right from her wedding? That's not human."
"Don't badmouth Master."
That was the one moment she reacted—correcting any slander against Kim Hoyoung.
"Master took me in because I'm an onahole. He did nothing wrong."
"Listen, how many times have you even met your husband since getting married?"
"Zero times."
"Doesn't that seem weird? You're newlyweds."
"My relationship with my husband is fine. Mr. Gaedung is a good husband who accepts me as his onahole."
Sigh. No point talking to her. Trying to reason with a woman who saw herself as an onahole was a mistake from the start.
"So you're that famous Han Seungyeon? The one claiming to be possessed from another world."
"Huh? You… you know me? Even my name?"
Suddenly, Baek Eunha snapped back to being a teacher, glaring at me. If I wasn't imagining it, she even snorted in disdain.
"Hmph… You're pretty famous lately. Among us."
"Famous? Why?"
Instead of answering, Baek Eunha scanned me with those sharp eyes, like she was hunting for flaws. Her scrutinizing gaze was intensely uncomfortable.
"Not even that cute. You'll get dumped by Master in no time."
"What the hell?"
"Even Oh Jeongyeon, who he trained so meticulously, is old news now. Don't get cocky just because you're in his favor at the moment. I'm the only slave who gets to stay in Master's room even after training."
Was this… jealousy?
I'd watched catfights between women before, but never thought I'd be in one. If this was jealousy, though, she was way off base. I didn't crave Kim Hoyoung's affection. If he lost interest in me, that'd be perfect. Hell, I wished he'd forget about me right now, for real.
"Hmph. Acting all superior to show off, huh? How impressive."
"No, seriously, it's not like that. My body's female, but my mind's male. You think I'd crave a guy's love?"
"If your body's female, you'll fall for Master eventually anyway."
Baek Eunha spoke with total conviction, as if she could see the future, then slipped back into onahole mode. Zero reaction to anything I said. No humanity in her expression—just an empty shell, like her personality had been hollowed out. In a way, it was impressive tech. I almost wanted to zone out like that when dealing with people I hated talking to.
"No use talking more."
Suddenly, I noticed how beautiful Baek Eunha's naked body was, wearing nothing but panties. Even without being Kim Hoyoung's onahole, she had the kind of figure that could attract guys easily and live comfortably. My eyes lingered on her thick bush, and my face flushed without thinking.
A normal woman would've covered up in embarrassment, but not Baek Eunha—she showed no shame, because she wasn't human anymore. She probably saw me as just another girl, but hey, I'd spent decades as a healthy guy fumbling through life. Seeing a woman's pubic hair up close like that stirred something weird… Huh?
Wait. What? Nothing?
Even with her clit fully visible, no arousal hit me. Huh? Why? It felt like staring at old guys' swinging dicks in a sauna—no reaction at all.
No way. Why wasn't I getting excited by a woman's pussy… Oh. Tired, probably? Makes sense. After all the hell from that bastard Kim Hoyoung, passing out and all. Yeah, of course. Fatigue kills libido. Plus, she's his personal onahole, so maybe I don't see her sexually. Either way, not important. Whatever.
Baek Eunha refused more talk, and now that I was fully awake, I slipped out cautiously. Glancing outside for escape routes, I spotted tents and a doghouse in the garden. Probably Seo Jeonghui's sleeping spot. The real owner of the house, reduced to camping—poor thing. The doghouse was for that recent bitch, Park Eunji.
Would they grab me if I bolted? Seemed tough to sneak out quietly. Then a shrill, piercing voice shredded my eardrums.
"Aaah! My clothes!"
"…Huh?"
"Sleeping in my pajamas from Oppa’s room? How bold! Do you know who I am? The one ruler of this world! Kim Hoyoung's little sister!"
A sudden encounter in the hallway with a stunning beauty. She glared at me, snorting like a bull. No way… Kim Jiwon?
Holy shit… she's fucking gorgeous.
The novel described her as a beauty, but seeing her in person left my jaw on the floor. She was a literal model—not average girl level. Like a department store ad come to life. Crop top and panties only, but her aura was overwhelming. No flab, perfectly sized breasts, flared hips, cinched waist, cute yet charismatic features oozing coolness. This was Kim Jiwon. College student, obviously top of her class.
"You're that bitch Oppa picked up?"
But her mouth was foul. She reeked of hating me already. So unfair.
"You! If you're up, take off my clothes and go home! Planning to freeload forever?"
"I want to, but Kim Hoyoung ordered me to stay here for a while. Kinda stuck."
"Hmph!"
"Right, you're his sister. Ask him to let me go home. You seem to want me gone too—easy favor, yeah?"
"………."
Kim Jiwon whipped her head away, silent. Trying to look aloof, but clearly flustered. …Acting tough but scared to defy Oppa directly? Makes sense. Deep down, she's a sex slave obedient to her brother. All bark, no bite—only bossing around easy targets like me.
"Anyway, these were yours?"
"Yeah! Oppa said they fit, so he lent them!"
"They fit? Chest area's tight as hell… uncomfortable."
"Eek…!!"
Her face turned red. I was just describing the fit, but she exploded.
"Hate it? Take 'em off! What a sly bitch, subtly bragging about your tits?! Oppa likes moderate sizes!"
"Ow! Stop hitting my chest—it hurts!"
She swiped across my breasts like a wave, and pain like nothing I'd felt crashed over me. I collapsed without thinking. Ow. Breasts are a woman's weak spot, huh. Brutal. Girls like Kim Jiwon (even if my mind's male) hitting each other there? Too much. She always groveled around Kim Hoyoung, but she's a total bully.
"All your fault! Wearing someone else's pajamas like that!"
"Ugh… Kim Hoyoung gave them to me… didn't know they were yours… I'll ask him. Your sister's pissed—what's up?"
"What? Don't you dare tell Oppa that shit! You crazy?"
"You're the one mouthing off."
"Th-that's our business! Snitching to Oppa? No manners? You'll cause big trouble!"
She parroted lines I'd heard from seniors in the army. Actually worried I'd tattle, she dropped the pajama fight and pleaded like a senior.
"Only tell Oppa happy, fun stuff. No fights, no arguments—strictly forbidden."
"Ugh… Living together, how do you only share good vibes? Humans bicker over petty shit."
"That's for normals. We're not equals to Oppa. You're micro-brained alright—dangerous thoughts. Worried you'll screw up big. Don't care if you get dumped, but don't piss him off? When Oppa's mad… scarier than war."
"Isn't that overkill?"
"Overkill? If he orders us to die, we're dead that day!"
True, hypnotized women would follow any insane order—even suicide.
"Anyway… I'll be watching you. Don't like you one bit."
She shoved her gorgeous face close, poking my nose tip in warning. Even then, I dazedly thought how pretty she was. First time seeing a beauty this up close.
"Oppa said eat together, so follow. You have no idea what a privilege sharing a table with him is."
—Dinner with Kim Hoyoung… Should be fine, right? Just eating.