Chapter 44 – -43- Head of Women’s Liberation Movement Headquarters, Harin Seo (Second)
It was an intimidatingly big thing, though she shouted confidently.
“…Is this something inside me…?”
As I hesitated while holding onto his things, he said mockingly.
“Are you scared?”
“It’s not, you bastard, you can send it off at once.” She spoke pretentiously, but the trembling did not subside.
“Wouldn’t it be easier for you to let me go if you imagined yourself to be an onahole for a moment?”
Even in a situation like this, I could have lost the mating game with a moment’s wrong judgment, but he was a man who continued to give me advice.
In addition, the content of the advice was also quite specific and helpful.
Think of yourself as an onahole… Surely, what if you think like a loser whose goal in life is to fawn and obey men, and extract as much semen as possible?
It would be as simple as sending the man away from the mating match.
He closes his eyes and thinks. He was the one who had contributed to turning females into ona-holes before, but it was a bit difficult for him to imagine becoming an ona-hole himself.
Because I always thought I was different from them.
Recall the motto of the Women’s Liberation Movement Headquarters. Stop pretending to be an intelligent woman, be honest with her desires, and win the right to live alone.
It was a slogan I had never sympathized with, but I think about applying it to the cases I saw myself.
I focus on the eyes of the members who have become onaholes in front of me right now.
What was so good about that monstrous big meat stick was a vulgar figure, throwing away the dignity of a woman and fiddling with her crotch with blank eyes.
Her intellectual side was undetectable, the face of a pathetic female, a happy smile, and her fingers stroking her secret area.
“I, like Onahole…?” He realized that his secret wife was also full of moisture and excited.
At this point, the body seems ready. Attitude was also checked.
I think about what I would have done if it was ona hall, ‘ona hall’s mindset’. A life in which human rights are ignored, used roughly like objects, and relegated to a tool that discharges sexual desire while obeying a strong man who can rule him.
Despite living such a miserable life, [Ona Hall] Respects and loves the master who uses her.
The Women’s Liberation Movement Headquarters contributed to the improvement of average women’s human rights by helping these females, who degrade women’s human rights, to be reborn as ‘ona hall’ rather than ‘women’ anymore.
Being trampled on by men and looking for a master to rule her, the fact that a female who wanted to be an onahole pretending to be a woman was a harm to women’s human rights just by her existence.
I was a completely different being from that pitiful human group, but it wouldn’t be a problem to ‘act’ the ona hole according to the situation for a while.
It’s just the same thing as immersing yourself in the role you’ve been assigned for a while. It wasn’t at all that I myself became an onahole.
To be placed in such a terrible situation, even for a moment, was unacceptable.
‘Because it’s all just acting…♥’
“I’m Ona Hall…♥…♥” I awkwardly fawn. It was disgraceful and embarrassing. To fawn over males.
The way she spread her pussy with her hand and seduced her as if begging to be fucked was so vulgar.
“Rainy female onahole pussy, please use it as you like…♥”
Why does such a shallow thing make my heart beat so fast…?
“Well done”
Talking like Ona-Hole and acting like Ona-Hole, it seemed like I was even thinking like Ona-Hole. A teacher with a big cock spreads her pussy and seduces her, and when she is praised, she laughs.
“…Fuck me quickly, please pack a lot of sloppy sperm..♥”
Before the strange feeling gets worse, the mating match must be finished quickly. The teacher started poking large objects inside me.
“Kkeuhh…♥ This is… Mehehe…?♥”
It was the moment of loss of virginity that should have been terrifying, but my body reacted the opposite way, eagerly awaiting my teacher’s cock.
Even in the midst of feeling the pain, I felt the pleasure clearly, and my body shuddered as if I had been electrocuted.
It’s not a lewd ona hole, it’s a pleasure to pierce her virginity. She wouldn’t have kept her virginity just because she would dedicate it to a man like this.
The sadness of losing my cherished virginity quickly disappeared as the owner, no, the teacher, stroked my hair and praised me.
“Hmm, Harin’s virgin pussy. It’s fucking delicious. She’s probably the second best virgin I’ve ever eaten.”
Why is my heart pounding at the garbage-like remarks that rank and rank the value of women as if they were lined up with the firmness of a virgin’s pussy?
The back was pressed with a strong palm, and her waist was forcibly lifted, and her cock was only being driven.
Why did the sadness from earlier turn into the thought of being fortunate enough to offer her virginity to the teacher?
“Teacher, I’m delicious…?♥”
In response to my question, the teacher poured out misogynistic and insulting sexual harassment.
“It’s fucking delicious, fuck it. It’s a pussy I want to eat even after the mating match is over.”
“Oh, that’s like… ♥ No sir… ♥ If you say that to a woman… ♥” I almost gave in to the persuasion of stabbing her womb and making her violent, but I absolutely couldn’t,
To the cadet she was supposed to teach, she said that she wanted to eat after the mating match.
It was natural for her to violently rape her student during her mating match, treating her as Ona Hall, but to declare that she would eat me after that act is simple sexual harassment.
…? Oh, is this…Right? In the first place, was the mating match natural?
She questioned vaguely, but thanks to the teacher’s constant pounding on her womb, she couldn’t carry on with the accident. Her vaginal walls rubbed against the thick glans, delivering pleasure to her master.
Yeah…♥ I don’t know…♥ Teacher’s dick feels good, so I’ll forgive you…♥
Even after I said something I shouldn’t have said to a normal woman, when I didn’t protest too much, the teacher continued to persuade me with nonsense.
“Ha, fuck. Can’t you just get rid of the cadets and do my own onahol? You should be an example for the organization you represent.”
It was a ridiculous statement about how an existence without human rights like Ona Hall could lead a group.
But, isn’t it strange that the head of an organization that turns women into onaholo is onaholo…?
No, how could one give up human rights for such trivial reasons? I flatly refused.
“Sssss…♥ Me too…♥ Teacher, I want to play one hole…♥ I can’t do that…♥”
What? What did I just say?
Well, it was probably a horse that came out subconsciously to please the teacher because he was too preoccupied with the mating match.
Couldn’t that be my sincerity?
I was definitely going to firmly refuse, but it seemed like my words were in vain because of the pleasure that poured out so much that I couldn’t concentrate.
At the teacher’s movement, which stimulated the cervix as if it were spinning, I went away again.
“It’s sooooo…♥ This is all…♥ It’s strange…♥ Let’s go again♥”
It was gently pressed, and I felt like I was addicted to the stimulation that I couldn’t experience with normal sex.
‘Womb sex…♥ Might become a habit…♥’
With this, I think I’ve gone over double digits so far, but the teacher hasn’t ejaculated even once.
At this rate, the Women’s Liberation Movement Headquarters might be thanked for losing the mating match.
That kind of thing was definitely not possible… But, Sensei was very good at mating matches.
“Just do my ona hole, bitch… I’ll fucking fuck you”
It was a teacher who teased her by kneading her breasts to the point where it hurt, and left her mark by biting her neck.
Every time she hit me, the tightness got better, and she teased me by pinching her nipples and slapping her ass.
She should have felt anger at the attitude of her teacher, who stopped treating her as a student and started to treat me as coercively as she treated Ona Hall, but this is what it is. She began to throb and throb again.
If she were to become an ona hall, she would like to serve this person as her master.
But it shouldn’t be. To become an ona hall of her own will, she cannot tolerate the act of throwing away the dignity of a woman herself.
Several times, changing positions, she tried to ejaculate her teacher’s cock, but she just couldn’t do it.
Through her deepening sense of helplessness, her feelings of happiness bloomed.
It was a pleasure born of her admiration for her superiority over her self, blooming in despair that she could never win against this cock.
I lost to this person she can never win When I admitted that, I felt a strange pleasure.
Every time I changed my posture, my mating outfit, which had begun to peel off layer by layer, was now all gone.
He tore the fishnet stockings from her mouth and bitten her, saying that she screamed loudly every time she was fucked, and said that whenever she was strangled, she got better because she was in heat, so she took off her blouse to make a noose and strangled her.
To this coercive act, I happily obeyed and pleased him as if I were an Onahor.
In the mating match, she acted completely like an onahole and went away again and again. There was no reward for serving like Ona Hall, and I could not ejaculate even once.
Contrary to what I first thought, he was such a wonderful cock…♥
Although he lost the mating match, he did not give up his dignity yet. Because I definitely refused the invitation to become an ona hall.
Even if the Women’s Liberation Movement Headquarters is dissolved, there is still a chance as long as I keep my dignity.
The teacher finally asked me.
“…I’m really asking, is there really no way to make you one-on-a-half?
“…There’s no way I can protect the club by selling my body…Hehe…♥” What do they really think of women?
“Still, is there any way?” To him who persistently poked at my uterus as if developing it, I answered with a sigh.
“….No”
“What?”
“It can’t be, isn’t it?”
I stuttered.
“…Cum inside, being raped, being photographed and being threatened, there’s no way you’ll become an onahole…?”
Yeah, it couldn’t have been.
“There’s no way I’ll be persuaded to become an onahole out of fear, just by being strangled, screaming loudly and threatening a little…!”
Never, it couldn’t be
I couldn’t become an onahole with my own will.
It is safe to say that this is the last pride of Seo Harin, the representative of the Women’s Liberation Movement Headquarters.
“It’s only in your delusion that there’s something like a convenient woman who can easily become an on-a-hole by being blackmailed by being cock-pierced and being photographed…♥”
I said, lying straight on the bed, spreading my legs in a diamond shape, licking my cunt dripping with juice like honey.
“If in doubt, check it…♥”
Everything is because the teacher forced me to become an ona alone.
So, giving up all my human rights and obeying the teacher
It was inevitable that she would spread her legs apart and suck her cock when she wanted to, becoming an obedient ona hole.
It was not because of my base desire to absolutely obey a man, but because of my sacrificial spirit for the sake of the club.
As expected, I really hate being an onahole, but it’s really, really awful.
It can’t be helped…♥
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It’s been about 3 hours…
…As expected, I couldn’t help it…♥ I gave in to the threats and decided to live alone with my teacher’s exclusive ona♥
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[Sub Quest]: The key figure in ‘Your sister joined a strange club…?’ Has been damaged.
[Romance Scenario: Learning to love from a junior is seriously damaged.]
[Romance Ending 49 – ‘Beyond Hatred and Conflict’ is severely damaged.]
World Damage: 15.69%
