W.L.K. Alumni Epilogue (5): The Case of Fujiwara no Sumire
Akushuin University, historically an imperial or noble academy, was still regarded as a school for the elite even after the postwar land reforms. Children from ordinary families might feel alienated attending here, so it's wise to keep that in mind. Of course, for Sumire, the refined young lady of the noble Fujiwara family with generations of aristocracy behind her, such concerns were irrelevant.
She had once wandered through typical adolescent rebellion, taking a year off and drifting apart from her friends. But now, she was adapting better than anyone to school life, working hard to catch up on her delayed studies. As a third-year at Akushuin University, Sumire was basking in the springtime of her youth.
"Are you well, everyone?"
"Ah, Lady Sumire, and you?"
"I heard you returned to school, Lady Sumire."
"Congratulations on your mother's inauguration as prime minister."
"Would you care to attend class with me?"
Even in this gathering of high society, Sumire's background earned her special treatment. It had intensified since Himeko took the baton from the voluntarily resigned Minamoto prime minister. Everyone could see that the Fujiwara family now held real power in Japan.
"Have you been well, Lady Sumire?"
"Ah, Lady Kazuha!"
She even reunited with a friend she'd parted on bad terms with a year ago. Kazuha, her ponytail tied with a red ribbon, greeted her long-lost friend warmly. She exuded an aura of refinement no less impressive than Sumire's.
"You've returned."
"...Yes. I showed my disgraceful side last time, Lady Kazuha."
"There's no worry on your face."
"That's because I've realized the obvious truth: this world, ensnared by Master Hoyoung's hypnosis, is the true paradise."
"Lady Sumire..."
Kazuha smiled proudly, touched by her friend's mature words after her foolish wandering. She was thrilled at the thought of hanging out with Sumire again.
"What's next class?"
"It's Proper Dildo Usage and the Benefits of Masturbation."
"Ah! I signed up for that too! Shall we go together?"
"Sure!"
Two beautiful young ladies strolled arm-in-arm across the campus, their handbags swinging with each step, a pair of viciously sized dildos dangling prominently.
Proper Dildo Usage and the Benefits of Masturbation was a recently introduced liberal arts course, but its popularity was so immense that waitlists formed. Sumire and Kazuha took seats right up front, waiting for the professor.
"What kind of lesson today, Lady Kazuha? My pussy's already twitching in anticipation."
"I haven't masturbated for half a day to prepare for class."
"Half a day! Impressive!"
Glancing around, every seat was filled with female students. Of course—men had no sexual desire and didn't masturbate; that was common knowledge (since Master Hoyoung decreed it, it had to be true). A man enrolling in this class would be suspected of treason.
Soon, a female professor with D-cup breasts and a 20-inch waist entered, swaying her voluptuous hips seductively.
"Hello, students of Akushuin University. I'm Kosaka Oshiri, your instructor for Proper Dildo Usage and the Benefits of Masturbation."
Gasps rippled through the room as Professor Oshiri pulled an extra-large dildo from her bag. It was so massive it seemed impossible to fit inside a human body, covered in bumpy protrusions.
"Any refined lady knows it's basic common sense to train her pussy daily with a dildo. By mastering dildo techniques, you'll learn proper masturbation, and academically grasp how it contributes to mental health. You've all tried dildo masturbation before, right?"
A chorus of "Yes~" echoed back. Dildo masturbation wasn't vulgar or embarrassing—it was nothing to hide. Actively participating would boost their grades.
Professor Oshiri instructed everyone to place their brought dildos on their desks. Thunk! They appeared one by one, but one girl timidly raised her hand.
"Um... I don't have a dildo."
"What? Then surely you have a vibrator, beads... or at least a bottle cap?"
"...Nothing like that."
"? Isn't it basic common sense to carry masturbation tools everywhere, even outside class?"
The girl's face flushed crimson as she fidgeted; the other students murmured in disgust.
"What's her deal? No masturbation toys at all. Not embarrassed?"
"She doesn't masturbate? What a moron."
"Disgrace to women."
"Sorry, but students without masturbation tools can't take this class. Please leave."
"Hic!"
No one pitied the girl as she fled covering her face. If anything, relief filled the room now that the troublemaker was gone and class could truly begin.
"A cultured woman pokes her pussy with a dildo daily as routine. But no matter how eager your pussy gets, you can't just shove it in randomly. First, coat it in saliva for lubrication. Like this."
Professor Oshiri slurped on the dildo, sucking noisily. As expected of a professor—her tongue work was masterful. Watching the dildo get abused in her mouth felt almost like viewing real fellatio. Some students had already started masturbating.
"Once it's drenched in spit, imagine your crush, someone you admire, or who you desperately want to fuck. Of course, picturing Master Hoyoung is the gold standard. 'When in doubt, think of Hoyoung-nim'—that's the most famous adage in masturbation circles."
Sumire took meticulous notes, absorbing every word. Soon, practical training began. She slipped into her mouth a custom dildo sized exactly like Kim Hoyoung's cock. Once sufficiently slick, it was time to warm up with pleasant fantasies.
Sumire's favorite: being chosen by Kim Hoyoung for an all-night fuck session, with Himeko and Scarlett watching enviously.
"Master Hoyoung♡ Please deflower my pussy."
"Master Hoyoung♡ Master Hoyoung♡"
"To choose a lowly thing like me... thank you, Master Hoyoung."
"Sniff my armpits, Master Hoyoung♡"
"Whip me! I want to be dominated by Master Hoyoung!"
Everyone else's fantasies revolved around Kim Hoyoung too, so his absent name echoed throughout the room. What they begged him for revealed their hidden kinks.
Sumire thrust the dildo fully into her pussy entrance. It clung perfectly, like it belonged there. Following the professor's steps made it feel even better than usual.
"Gyaah! Master Hoyoung's cock! It feels so good! Aaah! I offer all of Sumire to Master Hoyoung! Long live Master Hoyoung! Long live! Long live Master Hoyoooouuuung!!"
Climbing onto her desk, one leg raised, she pistoned the dildo while screaming in ecstasy. Every eye, including Professor Oshiri's, locked onto her. Tears streamed down Sumire's face from overwhelming arousal. Between her spread legs, the noble lady's pussy gleamed vivid pink.
"Whew, excellent, Miss Sumire. A+ for you. I've never seen such masterful masturbation!"
Professor Oshiri clapped, and the class rose in a standing ovation of admiration for Sumire.
Next was the mandatory Korean Language course, required regardless of major. Since Fujiwara no Himeko became prime minister, Korean had been elevated to official language status, shifting student focus from English to Korean.
It stemmed from Kim Hoyoung's declaration: "English is fucking hard, I hate it. Studied ten years and still can't make sense of it. Why should I even bother? You all learn Korean instead." The world reacted massively. English's status plummeted; Korean became the essential foreign language. Not speaking it now meant being labeled lowbrow.
Luckily, Sumire had learned Korean during her W.L.K. days.
"You need advanced certification on the Korean Proficiency Exam to graduate, Lady Sumire. Sigh~ My head's gonna explode."
"It's Master Hoyoung's command for Japanese to study Korean, Lady Kazuha."
"Oh, no complaints about Master Hoyoung. It's just that I'm dumb as rocks."
"Hehe. I know. But what will you do after graduation, Lady Kazuha?"
"I've been getting marriage proposals lately. Marriage might suit me better than a job."
"Ah... What kind of man is your type, Lady Kazuha?"
"I like men overflowing with reverence for Master Hoyoung, who worship him and resemble him! You, Lady Sumire?"
"Me..."
In truth, Sumire was brainwashed to only have sex with Kim Hoyoung. He'd deflowered her himself but wanted no pussy that had seen other cocks. Sumire desired the same, harboring no resentment. She couldn't be with other men, nor would Hoyoung marry her. Ideal types were meaningless.
"Pretty much the same as you, Lady Kazuha."
Sumire smiled without revealing her secret. Hiding her intimate connection to Hoyoung gave her immense superiority. Knowing she personally messaged the man everyone adored felt like being a justice hero concealing their identity—a subtle thrill.
"Lady Kazuha, I'll pursue work over marriage. After graduation... like Mother, I'll become a politician, striving to shape a Japan that serves Master Hoyoung. That's why I study so hard."
"...Admirable, Lady Sumire. If it's alright, would you hire me as your secretary?"
"It'd be an honor."
After graduation, Sumire plunged into politics, thriving as an active lawmaker for an astonishing 60 years. Her singular creed: build a nation that lives and dies for Kim Hoyoung. That catchphrase propelled her to record-breaking elections, hailed as the greatest slogan in political history.
By her side until her death at 97 was a secretary named Kazuha... but that was far in the future.
For now, Sumire was just a pure college student brimming with big dreams.
"We'll definitely succeed!"
"Of course!"
For now, she could savor a bit more of her reclaimed peace... The sun shining on the campus seemed to whisper as much.