Teacher Isn't a Toilet—She's an Onahole (2)
The bride's waiting room, just an hour before the wedding, brimmed with happy smiles and warm blessings—a true paradise. Baek Eunha, the bride with her respectable job as a teacher and stunning beauty, felt like the star of the world today.
"Eunha, you're marrying so well, girl~"
"Right? Your husband's hot and loaded~"
"You really scored with that guy."
"Becoming a doctor's wife? I'm so jealous~"
"You gotta be happy!"
Baek Eunha's face melted under her friends' praise. In her wedding dress, she was breathtaking, a virgin at the peak of bliss.
"Thanks, girls. I will be happy."
"Hold on—who's that?"
"Eek! The groom's here! Haha!"
"Don't you know only women in the bride's room? Haha!"
"S-sorry. I just missed you so much…"
"Eww, goosebumps! Single girls can't even breathe from jealousy."
"Eunha! Your man's such a sap!"
"We'll see his face plenty after, so get out for now!"
"I'll chase him off! Haha!"
Eunha couldn't help laughing at her playful friends' teasing. Just as they grabbed her fiancé and booted him from the room, a man slipped in—wearing a tank top, shorts, barefoot in sandals, utterly out of place at a wedding. Her fiancé and friends met my eyes but showed no interest, letting me pass without a word.
"Who…?"
At first, she didn't recognize me. In her wedding dress, Baek Eunha was stunningly gorgeous—nothing like the teacher I knew. Full makeup really transforms a woman like that, I thought, genuinely impressed.
"Who are you…? Men aren't allowed in here…"
Baek Eunha spoke cautiously, not wanting any trouble at her wedding. Right then, Kim Jiwon—dressed sharply in a suit unlike my casual getup—stepped in and greeted her, brightening Eunha's face.
"Teacher! I'm here!"
"Jiwon! Thanks for coming~ You look as pretty as ever. And you?"
"You could be an idol, teacher! Your husband's one lucky guy."
"Hoho, thanks~ How've you been? Juggling school and modeling must be tough. You're amazing~"
"Nah~ It's easier than it seems."
The women's chatter continued. I was completely ignored. It was amusing enough to listen in, so I let it slide.
"How do you handle all that stress? Got any secrets? Share some marriage jitters stress relief tips."
"Hmm… Just fuck the guy you like?"
"…Huh?"
Baek Eunha laughed awkwardly, caught off guard.
"Uh… s-sex…? Haha… R-really?"
"No matter how rough the day, I endure by waiting for that moment. How many times a day do you do it, teacher?"
"A day?!"
Shocked by the unit of measure, Baek Eunha shyly confessed the truth.
"I-I've never done it…"
"…Bullshit."
"Huh? It's true!"
"I saw your fiancé—he's handsome. If you're marrying him, you've slept together. It's fine, spill it. Girl talk."
"Girl talk…"
Baek Eunha shot me a wary glance full of suspicion, then whispered to Jiwon.
"I wanted my first time on the honeymoon."
"Ehh? Why?"
"I want it romantic."
"Does sex need romance?"
"Of course! It's not just bodies colliding."
"? What more is there?"
"Jiwon, when did you get so bold?"
"Oh… About a year ago? After bro trained me?"
Jiwon answered earnestly. Baek Eunha reverted to teacher mode at her student's odd words.
"Bro…? Trained…? Jiwon, are you in some weird trouble?"
"Hahaha. Not at all~ It was a blessing."
"No… Be honest with me. You seem different."
"Happier, yeah."
"What did this 'bro' do?"
"Hmm… Nothing much? Just conditioned me to get wet from his scent, brainwashed into a pervert sister who craves sex with him anytime."
"………… Jiwon, you on something bad?"
"???"
Jiwon tilted her head, baffled by her high school teacher's sudden gravity. Remembering me, she introduced me politely.
"Ah, this is my bro, the one I love, my master—Kim Hoyoung. He's here to crash your wedding and turn you into an onahole."
"…Kim Jiwon! What are you saying to your teacher?! I never knew you were like this! I thought you were my best student! Sorry, but leave the wedding! Don't contact me—ever!"
Baek Eunha exploded in betrayal and humiliation. Jiwon looked baffled, like she'd done nothing wrong. Time for me to step in.
"Yo, Teacher Baek Eunha. Remember me?"
"Who the hell are you? Crashing a wedding uninvited? Get out."
"Harsh. Don't you remember? I was your student senior year."
"?"
"When I said I was applying early to Korea University, you refused the recommendation letter, saying, 'Hyun-su outranks you and he's applying, so give up.'"
"…Ah."
Recognition hit; she fixed me with that familiar contemptuous stare—for hopeless students, pathetic and worthless.
"Right. I remember. Heard you dropped out of some no-name college. What now? Got a job?"
"Just fucking women and chilling. Oh, broke as hell."
"What? Who'd fuck a loser like you? Bought some hooker?"
There it was—the disgust, opposite her tone with Jiwon. She graded students: angels to the elite, pruning the weak like dead branches. Irrelevant now.
"Drop the formalities. Suck my dick in that wedding dress."
"What? Suck your dick?"
Her sneer echoed her old 'What? A recommendation?' from senior year.
"Whatever. Why're you here? Revenge? Oh, this your dick? Pretty big."
"Didn't hear your sis? Here to make you an onahole."
"What bullshit… Mmph! Mmmph! C-can't breathe! Mmmph!"
—The homeroom teacher swallowed her student's cock.
"From now on, grade students by dick size."
"Mmph! Y-yeah, got it. Damn, your dick's huge. You'd have aced Korea U."
"Then why deny the letter?"
"G-good question. Why did I?"
Baek Eunha flushed, baffled by her past stupidity. Revenge sated, I karate-chopped her head ("Ow!") and bukkaked her face. Perfect.
"Don't wipe it."
"…Got it. *Cough*! *Cough*! Semen reeks."
"…Jealous. Want bro's load on my face too."
I hypnotized her from wiping. Bukkake alone felt lacking, so I added costume play.
"Hey, Baek Eunha. Clean my dick with your wedding dress."
"Ah… Wipe the cum?"
"Your spit too. Hurry."
"Okay."
She used her precious veil like tissue. Unfazed, though she'd wear it soon before family and friends.
"No washing face or changing. Go to the hall like that."
"Sure."
"You're fucking gorgeous now. Should've dolled up at school—guys would've mobbed you."
"Ah… Really?"
I pinched and stroked her heavy-makeup face. Doll-like, expressionless, she accepted without resistance.
"See ya later. Jerk off sniffing the cum."
"Ah… Jerk off? Sure. *Sniff sniff*. Smells like squid."
Her hand slipped under the H-line dress, pausing at her crotch.
"Ow! Ahh… Nngh!"
Leaving the masturbating bride, I found the emcee—a friendly-looking young guy.
"You the emcee?"
"? Yeah?"
He eyed my outfit, discomfort obvious, glancing around for backup.
"I'll emcee. You fuck off."
"Ah… Okay? Mic's here."
"You look familiar."
"Yeah? You too…"
"What's with you and Baek Eunha?"
"Senior year, she wrote my rec letter. Got into Korea U, now I'm a teacher."
"……"
I remembered.
"Hyun-su, right."
"Wait… Kim Hoyoung?"
His lip curled—not joy, but mockery.
"Holy shit, Kim Hoyoung here. What're you up to? That shit college? Job?"
"……"
"Hilarious. Why crash Baek's wedding? Lmao, psycho."
"You a teacher now?"
"Yeah. Heh. You?"
"Don't care. Go home, call parents, demand bribes."
"What? Bribes?"
Hyun-su blanked, then nodded.
"Yeah, gotta rake 'em in."
"Not all. Approach kids promising grade fixes, extort cash."
"Got it."
"Fuck off."
"Later."
A week later, my alma mater's new teacher faced prosecution for embezzlement and forgery (license revoked). Whatever—not the point. The wedding was the real show.
I took the podium, mic booming.
"Ahem, listen up. Formal talk's annoying—casual from now. Got beef? Raise hand. You—3,000 push-ups now. No breaks. Got it? Wedding starts: men go home, women strip and masturbate while watching. Groom, bride—parents, hold hands, enter!"
The scene flipped instantly.
"One, two, three, four…"
A guy counting push-ups. Men shuffling home, dazed. Ladies unbuttoning formalwear.
And—
"Ahh! Hah!"
"Masturbating at a wedding…"
"We're here to bless Eunha—why am I rubbing my clit?"
"Dunno. But we gotta."
"Yeah. Shut up and masturbate. Hubby's gone home already."
"? Doesn't matter. We masturbate, husbands irrelevant."
"Right. Wedding wank's no biggie."
Eunha's friends rubbed clits and tits. But the real fun was just beginning.