Teacher Isn't a Toilet, She's an Onahole (3)
Once the reception dog's meal was over, it was time for the parents to enter. Baek Eunha's parents arrived at the bride's waiting room.
The father's heart was heavy as he sent off his one and only daughter, whom he'd raised like pure gold.
"Aigoo, honey, lighten up your face a bit~"
"Our Eunha is getting married..."
"She's marrying a doctor—what's there to complain about!"
"Haa... How did I raise her like this."
"Did you raise her alone? Be a proper dad and smile while sending her off! You're scaring her with that death glare! I'll smack you if you don't!"
Right—for his daughter's sake, he had to hide his regrets. Today was the most important day in a woman's life... her wedding. He would see the world's most beautiful daughter. The father swallowed his disappointment, forced a smile, and opened the door.
"Eunha~ Let's go out holding Daddy's hand."
"Ahhk♡ Haa...♡ Eugh♡"
"...Huh?"
"Mercy me, Eunha, what are you doing!"
The bride in her dress was masturbating in the waiting room! Luckily, no one else was there, but what kind of bizarre nonsense was this? What if someone saw? The parents' hearts sank.
"Eunha, is this the time for that?!"
"......What the hell are you doing?"
"? Yeah? Just masturbating."
Now that they looked, her face was smeared with thick fluid—semen, unmistakably. The father's rage boiled over.
"Did that Choi bastard do this? I'll kill that son of a—!"
"Honey, calm down! Young folks can't hold back sometimes!"
"Even so, this is too much... They could've waited for the honeymoon!"
"? Dad, Mom. This isn't from my husband."
"“………………………”"
"It's from my student."
"What the—"
The furious father was about to demand answers when the mic blared through the waiting room. Rather than argue, they all agreed it was time to enter.
"You're the father—hurry and take Eunha's hand."
"Fine. But the semen on Eunha's face..."
"Dad! Let's go already!"
"A-alright."
Hurry. They had to hurry. For some reason, nothing seemed more important. In the end, the semen-drenched bride took her father's hand and entered.
The groom, already in position, waited with clear tension on his face.
"Eunha... Be happy."
"Thank you, Father."
"Choi, I entrust Eunha to you."
"I'll take good care of her, Father. I won't let her suffer."
As the father released his daughter's hand to pass her to the son-in-law,
The broadcast from the officiant skipped the couple joining hands. The groom walked his way, the bride hers, approaching the stage where the officiant stood.
Not a mutual bow between groom and bride, but one-sided bows to the officiant. An absurd situation, yet no one objected. Instead, everyone watched the couple fondly.
"Alright, mic's done."
With the couple close enough, the mic was no longer needed. Baek Eunha... she'd come smeared with semen as ordered. The husband looked like a total hunk—tall, handsome, and a doctor? Jackpot.
"Listen up, groom."
"Y-yes."
His face screamed, Who the hell is this guy? Not the officiant I know. But not wanting to ruin his once-in-a-lifetime wedding, he played along. As long as the officiant did his job.
"Do you swear to love your wife forever?"
"Yes, I swear."
"Do you swear to protect your wife forever?"
"Yes! I swear! I love you, Eunha!"
The audience chuckled warmly at the young man's passion. A wholesome wedding scene.
"Do you swear to protect your wife's purity forever?"
"? I swear."
"Husband... uh, what's your name? I'll call you Gaedung."
"Ah, sure... call me whatever."
"Everyone, from now on, call the husband Gaedung."
"Gaedung, do you swear never to touch your wife, and to avoid all sexual acts with her?"
"...Yes, I swear."
Gaedung looked dazed but answered dutifully.
"Do you swear to have no physical contact with bride Baek Eunha, including kisses, and bear all financial responsibility alone?"
"Yes, I swear. I won't touch Eunha, but I'll cover living expenses."
"Good. Now, bride Baek Eunha."
"Yes."
Baek Eunha in her wedding dress gazed at me reverently.
"Do you swear never to love your husband Gaedung?"
"I swear."
"Do you swear to see Gaedung as an ATM, feeling no attraction as a man?"
"I swear."
"Do you swear never to have sex with Gaedung?"
"Of course. I don't love Gaedung anyway. No manly appeal."
"Perfect."
I stepped off the stage toward Baek Eunha.
"Now, bride. The vow kiss."
"Kiss? But I don't plan to kiss Gaedung..."
"No, no. Wedding kisses are on the officiant's dick—that's tradition."
"Ah... right."
Baek Eunha knelt and pressed her lips to my cock. Gaedung's face darkened, but I ignored it.
"Shall we greet the parents?"
I approached the parents watching from their seats.
"Hey, folks. How's it feel sending off your daughter?"
"So moving..."
"Eh, a bit bittersweet..."
Mom sniffled; Dad seemed grumpy. Didn't want to let go of his girl.
"Father, don't worry. Eunha's gonna be my onahole."
"Onahole...?"
"Got a problem?"
"No complaints... Better than some stranger. Right, honey?"
"Exactly."
Dad brightened; I was glad too. Next, hypnotize Baek Eunha.
"Hey, Baek Eunha."
"? Yes."
"From now on, you're not human—you're an onahole."
"? Yes. I am an onahole."
"Sorry it's your wedding day, but can you drain my load?"
"? Why apologize? No human apologizes to an onahole."
Perfectly natural, the homeroom teacher spread her pussy and inserted herself onto my dick.
"Kukuku. Doesn't it suck? Getting fucked by your student at your wedding."
"? Does an onahole need emotions like sadness?"
"Hahaha! True."
Gaedung stood blankly watching; for fun, I dialed his hypnosis down to 50%.
"Huh...?"
The handsome guy looked confused at his wife fucking a stranger.
"Eunha...? Eunha! What... what are you doing?"
"?? Draining his load? I'm an onahole—it's natural."
"Wait... something's off... Hold on. Hey, who are you? Never seen you before—who invited you?"
Gaedung questioned my presence.
"Me? I was Teacher Baek Eunha's student."
"Student...? Wait—you're raping the teacher?"
Finally, Gaedung's face flushed with rage.
"I knew something was wrong... Hey! What did you do to Eunha?! Everyone! Listen! This guy's using hypnosis or something to control us!"
Doctor indeed. Spot on. Smart guy. Too bad it changes nothing.
"Choi! Causing a scene at the wedding?!"
"Father-in-law! Eunha's being raped by her student!"
"Rape? She's just servicing her owner's lust as an onahole! Are you really this uncouth?!"
"Father-in-law!!"
"Choi, please... Let Eunha be the star today. No tantrums—people will talk."
"Mother-in-law! Isn't this weird? My wedding, and my wife fucks another guy?!"
"It's not sex—Eunha's an onahole, used when her owner wants. Snap out of it! Why now?!"
"What the hell..."
In a three-eyed world, two eyes look abnormal. World gone mad or me alone—same difference.
The groom clung to last hope, calling to his bride.
"Honey... no, darling! Darling!"
"Haa... What? I'm busy getting pounded by Master."
"Master?! He's your student!"
"He was... but now I'm an onahole..."
"Eunha, wake up! You said no sex till after the wedding. What onahole nonsense! Baek Eunha! Darling!"
"Haa... such a hassle."
"No need to care, right? You're an onahole—husband's words don't matter."
"True. Onahole duty—drain the cum."
"Hey! You crazy bi—"
[Hypnosis Progress 100%]
"...Huh?"
Gaedung's eyes widened like he'd woken from a dream.
"Hey, wife becoming another guy's onahole at the wedding? No big deal."
"Ah... r-right?"
"Yup~ I'll take your wife home as my onahole. You go on honeymoon alone."
"Honeymoon... booked Guam."
"Sounds fun. Have a good trip."
"Ah... thanks."
"Congrats on the wedding."
"Yes..."
I pocketed all the wedding gifts as pocket money. Baek Eunha's parents bowed repeatedly: "Please take good care of our daughter. We raised her well as a quality onahole—don't discard her." I replied, "Won't till I get bored." They were thrilled even at that.
After the ceremony, her friends (naked, pussies worn raw from constant masturbation) approached: "Congrats, Eunha!" "So happy you're an onahole!" Tears flowed. Baek Eunha kept her mouth shut, focused on onahole duty.
#Epilogue 1.
Business class on a flight to Guam. The stewardess noticed something odd while serving meals. She never pried into passengers' lives, but this bugged her. Peak wedding season—seats booked months ahead. Yet the handsome young man's neighbor seat was empty. And meal ordered for it too. Curious, she asked.
"Sir... set a meal here too?"
"Yes, please. It's my wife's seat."
"Oh, honeymoon with your wife?"
"No. Wife didn't come."
"?"
Absurd, but he looked so normal, she continued.
"Your wife must be beautiful too."
"Hahaha, thanks. So pretty I proposed on sight—finally married today."
"Newlyweds! Wife just stepped out?"
"No. Booked, but she's my student's onahole now—couldn't bring her."
"???"
"Still honeymoon, so I came alone. What's Guam famous for? Recommend spots."
"...Tumon Beach—top for couples."
"Nice. Wish wife came. But taking another's onahole on trips is rude."
"...Enjoy your trip."
Creeped out, the stewardess vowed silence and fled.
#Epilogue 2.
"Oh my, Teacher Baek Eunha? What brings you here?"
"…."
"? Teacher?"
Mom greeted warmly as her kids' former homeroom teacher visited.
"Mom. Teacher's Oppa’s onahole now."
"Huh?"
"Not human. No need to greet."
"...Aah~"
Mom got it instantly, Kim Jiwon's nonsense included.
"Got it~ But this onahole's filthy with cum."
"Used her a few times on the way."
"Tsk~ Unhygienic. Mom'll clean her—leave her."
"Thanks. Hey, Kim Jiwon. Bath time."
"I'll wash you, Oppa! Can I sniff your pits and dick in the bathroom?!"
"Sigh~ That girl... can't resist Oppa."
Eyeing her panty-dropping daughter, Kim Hea-e scrubbed the motionless onahole in the kitchen.
"Hoyoungie... No need for onaholes—Mom's pussy always available."
"……."
"Right, Teacher Eunha?"
"Dunno... I'm an onahole—no thoughts."
"True. Silly me, talking to an onahole."
"Yeah."
"Not teacher anymore—no formal speech needed?"
"Go ahead."
"Onahole Baek Eunha, stay in son's room. Don't break—be good."
"Yes, Master's mother."
From then on, a life-sized onahole guarded my room's spot. Monthly living expenses from Gaedung were a bonus.