“Huh? What’s going on here?”
At the end of the morning lecture, to my disappointment (or rather relief), the minister’s daughter had not spoken to me once. More frighteningly, I hadn’t been harassed by the bully either.
At lunchtime, the minister’s daughter would usually say, “Miss transfer student, I’ve made lunch for you,” and offer me a lunch box that was obviously made by a professional, but today I had to buy bread from the shop.
Is she angry by any chance?
On the other hand, I don’t think she’s so naive as to still believe that what I stuck in her vagina was a springy model dildo.
Besides the young lady, the bully obviously knew it was a cock and not a strap-on, so there’s a good chance she told her afterward.
Of course, from my point of view, I was able to make the bully forfeit her right to tell the truth when I made her say, ‘Put that ‘springy model dildo’ in me’, but that was just my theory and it may not necessarily agree with hers afterward.
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As I sat through the afternoon lecture with my head in my hands, someone tapped me on the shoulder.
It was the girl sitting beside me.
She hands me a piece of paper folded in four and immediately turns her attention back to the class.
I opened the paper.
[Please stay in the classroom after school.]
There was no name on it, but it was clear from the style of the calligraphy that it was from someone I knew. Of course, it was – not the woman next to me, but the minister’s daughter.
I felt a shiver run down my spine. Spooky.
When the lectures were over, I quickly packed my things into my bag and prepared to go home. If y ou a re ab le to rea d t his mes sa ge, yo u are rea di ng from an una uth or ized agg rega te si te. Rea d at my Wo rdPre ss at stab bin g wit h a sy ring e. ho me. bl og to sup por t me and my tran sla tions.
I have no intention of answering the young lady’s call.
I would only be scolded and suffer a worse fate.
So the best thing to do is to wait for things to cool down and ignore any new scenes of homosexuality that the minister’s daughter will have with other girls, not to “pull chestnuts out of the fire”.
If you don’t know what that means, it means not intervening to settle a difficult situation, especially if it’s not in your own interest.
I left the classroom.
I had already planned to drop in on my senior on the way home, so my steps were light as I stepped out into the corridor.
“Wait for me!”
I ignored the bully’s voice.
Seeing me ignore her and attempt to run, the bully girl, perhaps anticipating this, grabbed me by the back collar of my school uniform before I could burst out.
“You’ve been told to stay after school. So stay after school.”
I was dragged back into the classroom.
I’m so weak.
The minister’s daughter and the bully girl were staring at me, probably waiting for the classroom to be empty and not saying a word.
I was in a needle-in-a-haystack situation.
“Well, everyone’s gone now.”
I looked around the classroom, and sure enough, there was no one there but the three of us.
“Um… new student?”
The Minister’s daughter opened her mouth. I closed my eyes, preparing myself to be bathed in a pissed-off aura.
“That springy model dildo, do you have it with you today?”
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“Eh? Springy model dildo?”
I looked at the bully.
“Yes, the springy model dildo. Of course, you have it. Don’t you?”
I see, so they kept the name.
“I’ve got it.”
“Oh, dear! Then please put it inside me again like you did yesterday! I have never felt such passionate love from a girl with such a toy.”
The young lady says this with great vigor, but unfortunately, I’m a man, and that is a cock.
“M, me too… your dic… dildo… I want it too…”
I see. I guess the bully girl already knows, but she simply wants a cock in her.
Maybe she let it go because she rarely has the chance to get involved with men at this school? Th is cha p ter tr ansla tion is ma de pos sib le by stab bin g wit h a sy rin ge trans latio s. Che ck only up-to -dat e transl ati ons on my W ordp re ss sit e.
“Please. I beg you…”
“Please…”
I looked at the two begging women. Then I thought to myself.
Since they haven’t tasted the existence of a man yet…
Yes. Let’s train them.
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The meaning of “training” is to discipline a person or animal to believe or achieve something by repeating an action.
Of course, training isn’t just repeating an action until you achieve perfection at a task. Because no matter how perfectly you do it, it’s meaningless if it doesn’t have a clear purpose. So the purpose of my training here can be broken down into two broad categories.
One, to get a hand in the minister’s daughter’s scandal by recording the corruption she was doing with the ladies.
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Two. To convince both of them, especially the bully girl, to say or believe that my cock is a “springy model dildo” and nothing else. This is for my own safety.
Although training two people at the same time may seem daunting, it is not necessarily so. In most cases, you have to do two or more tasks to achieve a goal. But some of them were like this, where two goals required only one task.
That’s why I decided to train them.
“No means no!”
I said in feminine language to the two women who begged me.
“Why?”
“You, we might expose your “dildo identity” to the light of day if you keep talking like that, you know?”
The bully threatens implicitly. But I already had a strong check against that.
“If that happens, I won’t be able to stay at this school, which will also be your loss. If you still want that to happen… well, do what you want. I can’t stop you.”
Hearing my words, the young lady panicked.
“Please wait. I still don’t understand why Miss Transfer Student can’t stay at the school if that happens, but I don’t want that.”
“Guh…”
The bully girl also kept her mouth shut. But seeing that I could still take the initiative, I continued.
“Well, I’m not that irreconcilable. Depending on how hard you work from here, I wouldn’t mind piercing you again with my toy.”
It was a move that I could say was the height of arrogance.
But it is the only thing I can do to turn the tide.
