213 - Wireless On**ole

Title: "The Wireless Connection: Episode 214 - Han Hee-jin's Day Off" "I really don't want to get up. I wish I could just stay like this forever." A blonde woman lay sprawled across the bed, her tired eyes staring into nothingness as she gently rubbed her aching back. Though she had woken up some time ago, she hadn't moved an inch since. Her fatigue wasn't solely from the thrilling time spent outdoors until dawn; the main culprit was something entirely different. Back pain. Despite her youthful age of twenty, she felt like a grandmother, if only for this moment. It wasn't a case of sleeping in the wrong position; there was only one reason for such discomfort. "Did I push myself too hard yesterday on those rides? All those intense moves must have done it." In retrospect, she had been quite active on top. Once on a bench, once solo with a dildo on a spring horse, and once again on the horse with him. Not to mention after taking a quick bathroom break… "I really did a lot." She hadn't realized it at the time, but thinking back, she had engaged in quite a few activities. Besides those, there had also been moments on the monkey bars and other playful subterfuges. With all that came countless moments of climax. She rubbed her back and rolled over to stare at the ceiling, where yesterday's conversations replayed vividly in her mind. The guy who scoffed when she proclaimed she was going to steal Woo-jin. Although she had always planned to, seeing his confident face only made her more determined. 'But how do I go about it?' Even though she spoke confidently, she hadn't exactly devised a strategy. Being someone whose actions often trailed behind her words, she let out a soft moan and closed her eyes. She had dropped formalities with Woo-jin and they were close enough to make risqué jokes. She had even displayed almost her entire body to him, with only the most crucial parts covered, and received compliments on her figure. So, what would the next step be? 'I should subtly seduce him. It might seem odd, but what else but using my allure?' Considering her looks, what man in his right mind would reject a sultry, attractive woman approaching him? Especially someone like Woo-jin, who had spent a night with two women while on a trip. There was no way he would refuse. Moreover, since they spent lots of time alone at the convenience store, opportunities were abundant. Seizing a moment when no one else is around... "Game over." If she were to succeed in seducing him, it would prove she was more charming than those other women and serve as a sweet vengeance against that annoying phantom. A satisfied smile spread across her face, the mere thought of winning Woo-jin already warming her heart. Though it was her first time trying to seduce a man, she oddly felt confident. Caught in her daydream, her eyes landed on something on her desk: the dildo she had left out from exhaustion last night. She had been too tired to remember to put it away in the drawer. 'Come to think of it, someone mentioned I wasn't good at oral? Woo-jin came really quickly, though.' The only members she had encountered were Woo-jin's and that guy's — just two. As skeptical as she was of that guy's credibility, she couldn't entirely dismiss his words. What if she managed to woo Woo-jin but couldn't please him? It would all go to waste. Resolute, Han Hee-jin got up from the bed and headed out of her room. "Unnie! Are you here?" She called out, though she heard the door close earlier. As expected, the house was silent. It was a rare occasion that her sister went out on a day off, as she always seemed to spend it sleeping. A peculiar occurrence, albeit a perfect opportunity. An afternoon of solitude where she could do whatever she pleased. After confirming she was indeed alone, she quickly returned to her room, locked the door just in case, grabbed the dildo, and dove under the covers. No matter how many times she looked, it was astonishingly realistic. The design was so detailed, down to veins and color, it was an object that could quicken anyone's heartbeat. Of course, considering it was just a replica... Han Hee-jin swallowed hard, reminding herself of her goal. 'It's just practice...' She opened her mouth and slowly extended her crimson tongue, reaching towards the underside of the toy. With gentle licks, she began to wet its surface, tucking her stray strands of hair behind her ear before leaning in further. "Hm... nn..." The size, always impressive, gave her pause for a moment, but soon enough, the tip was enveloped by her lips. She began to adjust, her mouth working diligently despite the plain silicone taste. Although it left her confused as to why saliva pooled as though she was savoring something delightful. 'Remember... firm your lips... keep your teeth away...' Han Hee-jin twisted her tongue around the structure, diligently working her way around its entirety. Following directions bruised her pride, but given they were accurate, she couldn't argue. Plus, it was a skill she knew she had to master eventually. With renewed determination, she transformed the shape of her mouth, her face moving slightly up and down to create more friction on the underside. "Smack... slurp... mmph..." Slow yet steadily improving, she felt a sense of achievement, her pace gradually increasing. Imagining the toy as a secret rendezvous with Woo-jin added to her encouragement. "Mm... mmnn... mmnnh..." Could it be a placebo effect? The taste, nonexistent on the dildo, oddly became enjoyable. Consequently, the suction sounds grew louder. The wet, echoing sounds filled the silent room. Maybe it was excitement from the sounds she was producing? Her golden hair waved vigorously as her back arched in response. By the time her saliva had begun trickling down her hand gripping the shaft, she took a breath and lifted her head. "Ahh... huff... huff..." Despite having indulged in the practice as though savoring candy, her expression showed dissatisfaction. She massaged her jaw, tapping the dildo absentmindedly as she murmured to herself. "Without any response or, well, climax, my jaw just hurts. As I thought, the real thing is so much better." Memories of Woo-jin's member echoed in her mind. Though she hadn’t witnessed it well during that stormy night, its size and warmth lingered clearly in her memory. With the slick dildo in hand, gleaming as if it had just been through a strenuous activity, Han Hee-jin felt a flush of heat rise in her lower belly. Without a word, she undressed and lay on the bed, not a single thread covering her body. "Well, the mouth is just a warm-up. The real action is here, right? As long as I stay tight..." Rationalizing to herself, she guided the dildo downward. As it touched her entrance, the opening tensed momentarily. Just as she was about to apply more force, Han Hee-jin paused, pondering once more. "But when I actually do it, how should I act? Should I show shyness or be aggressive?" She had never thought she'd find herself troubled by such thoughts, her expression turning pensive. She made up her mind and spread her legs wide, adopting a posture akin to a dog lying on its back. And that wasn’t all. After mouthing something quietly, she recited a line. "It's my first time with a real person, so... be gentle, Woo-jin oppa... Ahhhh!" Her attempt at melodramatic acting was quickly overshadowed by a yell of embarrassment. Her face turned red. Goosebumps prickled over her skin. Imagining Woo-jin in that scenario made her twice as embarrassed. "W-What am I thinking? Do people really say such things before doing it?" Despite recalling a similar moment with that other guy, it was different because that had been coerced. Trying to utter such words to genuinely arouse Woo-jin was vastly different and daunting. She buried herself in the blanket, rolling around in an attempt to shake off her embarrassment before resuming her position. "Ahh... ahhn..." Having lubricated herself orally, she took in the dildo effortlessly. Feeling its presence inside, she closed her eyes and murmured softly. "Oppa's... so big; I love it..." Barely louder than a breath, her voice was far removed from her earlier theatrical performance, carrying an undercurrent of sweetness. The more she pushed the dildo deeper, the more her voice became infused with desire. When it pressed against her cervix, she tilted her head back, releasing a loud moan. "Ahhhhh! It's hitting... oppa's member is so huge, isn't it...?" With her mind conjuring a scenario of the real act, words flowed naturally from her lips. The thought excited her, and she brought her other hand to her chest. Her nipples had stiffened considerably. A pinch sent her arching her back upward. "Ahh, how do you like my breasts? Aren’t they prettier than those other two girls’?" She pulled upward, testing their elasticity, then cupped them entirely with her palm. Though unbelievably soft, they maintained their firmness. She felt a sense of pride—even arousal—at having a chest so appealing. With that confidence, her hand below began to move. The petite entrance spread wide, producing lewd squelching noises. Her clitoris peeked out, eager for attention. "Ahh! Mmnh... you can go harder... do it as you like, oppa..." She hoped he would strike sensitive spots like the G-spot or cervix and manipulate her chest with hands bigger and thicker than her own. She wanted him to tell her that her body was far more enticing than anyone else’s. With all these desires mingling together, she increased the pace of her hand. "So good...! Mmnh... I'm going to... come...!" A weak spray escaped, her body quivering even more intensely as she glanced outside the blanket. She tried to catch her breath, wiping the sweat from her forehead. "Huff... huff... huff...!" Her body still trembled with residual excitement. Compared to the previous night, it was insufficient. Clenching around the dildo to steady it, she shifted her body 180 degrees. Setting up in a doggy-style position, she reached between her legs to grip the dildo, launching into a second round by rolling her hips. As clear moisture dripped down, reminding her of a similar position from the previous night, she spoke softly. "How do you like my ass? It’s white and firm, isn’t it? Does it turn you on? You can touch it, even slap it if you want..." But knowing no answer was forthcoming, Han Hee-jin reached back with her hand. The air sliced swiftly. Smack! "Ahhn!" The impactful sound echoed along with droplets that splattered, dampening the sheets. Although she couldn't pinpoint when she'd come to enjoy being spanked, yesterday, when that guy had done so, it sent thrilling shivers through her body. Even now, it was the same. Han Hee-jin raised her hand once more. "Ahh! Nnnn! More...! So good...!" Palming her sweat-drenched backside while masturbating with the dildo, the reddened handprint stood as a testament to the intensity. Indulging in her masochistic tendencies to her heart's content, a point eventually came when her fluids sprayed with a fwoosh. "Ahhh! Mmnn...! Nhuh..." More spectacular than before, she climaxed, oblivious to the soaked sheets as she collapsed onto the bed, panting heavily. All the while, she continued to wiggle the dildo slightly, clinging to the ecstasy. "Surely... this would be enough to turn him on? If not... he must not even be human." With a faint, satisfied smile, Han Hee-jin resumed her movements. This continued until her stomach growled in protest. --- Title: "Episode 215 - A Five-Minute Challenge: Oppa's Victory or Mine?" After an intense and steamy encounter with Ah-young, I left an inquiry about the possibility of controlling the aphrodisiac-like effects through an on/off switch. [Please add an on/off function for bodily fluids as aphrodisiacs] - The overwhelming pleasure became too much for the women, reducing the frequency rather than its intended effect. Although it wasn't currently necessary, having the option to adjust it would be beneficial. The reply didn't come within the usual three seconds. Pondering over their previously rapid responses, I lay down, contemplating some rest. But alas, my expectations were shattered when the phone buzzed just ten seconds later. Of course, they'd never be late. [Function added. You can set the on/off with your thoughts; the current status can be checked in the app.] It seemed that adding the function took some time. But checking through the app? Did I have a separate status window? I rummaged around but couldn't find it anywhere. Just as I mulled over asking again, I noticed a new icon appear on the status bar. In the center of my screen sat a suspicious icon: a triangular flask adorned with a heart. As I scrolled down, a small message appeared: [Currently, the bodily fluid aphrodisiac effect is off.] They mentioned I could control it with just a thought, didn't they? I mentally activated the aphrodisiac effect. Suddenly, the heart glowed with a suggestive pink hue, and bubbles began to percolate within the flask. [Currently, the bodily fluid aphrodisiac effect is on.] Impressive. The intuitive animation made it easily understandable. With that concern addressed, I turned my thoughts toward future plans. 'I still have about three weeks of vacation left... and I'm down to needing just 50 more points for 1000, right?' Even when the new semester starts, there's not much that will change in my routine. I’ll continue using the onahole steadily, and I’ll keep my part-time job unless something major comes up. My bigger issue now is this: the sisters each declared their intentions to seduce me simultaneously. Of course, I provoked it, so I'm not worried, but managing the situation with Ah-young and Hye-yoon is another story. While one might say a guy who’s already caught four women shouldn't complain, who can help it when they’re all so attractive? It’s a primal male instinct. Otherwise, why did they even include this wireless connection onahole? It’s what caused this whole mess. --- Time drifted by; it was now Wednesday, 5:40 PM. Staring intently at the ticking clock, seconds slipping away, it was time to head to the convenience store. I felt an unusual excitement, restlessness even, as if I couldn’t sit still. Though she didn’t say it directly to me, today would be the first time facing the sisters since their declaration to seduce me. 'Whatever happens, I better play hard to get.' It wouldn't be any fun if I gave in immediately. I’m sure the sisters won't expect me to fall into their hands so easily, either. Simulations of potential scenarios played in my mind as I headed towards the door. The evening air was crisp and cool. And before I knew it, the convenience store appeared in front of me. "Hello, I'm here." "Ah! Welcome, oppa!" "Wooh-jin, you've arrived." The sisters greeted me more warmly than ever before. At first glance, nothing seemed different about them, but once behind the counter, something caught my attention. Han Chae-ah was covered in a long coat. I'd never seen her wear something like it, immediately piquing my curiosity about what lay beneath. But, regardless of my curiosity, asking her to reveal it suddenly was out of the question. There might be a chance to find out later, I thought, as I changed into my uniform. Just then, Han Chae-ah called out to me. "By the way, Wooh-jin." "Yes?" "Could you come to my office at store number one later, when it gets quieter here? I have something to discuss." As a manager, it was natural for her to assertively make such requests; however, she seemed somewhat hesitant, almost bashful. It’s unlikely she acts like this in matters strictly related to work. Surely, she must be hiding something. "Alright. I'll come by later." "Great. Let me know when you’re heading over." "Sure." At my confirmation, Han Chae-ah beamed widely, quickly shifting back to a neutral expression, but I’d already caught her on my radar. After casting a quick glance my way, she twirled her car keys and stepped out. "See you later~" She left, visibly in high spirits. As the breeze settled, I turned my head to see Han Hee-jin, looking disgruntled. What could be bothering her? "Oppa, you didn't do anything to unnie, did you?" "Me? What would I do?" "Never mind. Fine." Though she seemed unconvinced, she spoke again. "What did you do on Monday?" "Me? I didn’t do anything. Just stayed home." "Really..? Are you sure?" "Trust me. After the trip, I needed to rest too." "True. After going at it all night, if you were energetic on Monday too, you wouldn't be human." Han Hee-jin tossed words out nonchalantly. Though I understood what she inferred, I wouldn't let her provoke me. Unable to let the previous comment go without retort, she tapped me on the waist, a teasing grin on her face. "But you know, I was actually impressed? It’s true you did it ten times?" "Did you hear everything? How do you know?" "Could anyone not hear? I couldn’t sleep from all that moaning all night. How do you plan to compensate for that?" "Sorry for keeping you up, being next door and all. But don’t I also have the right to have sex? Especially when I’m on a trip with my girlfriends." She couldn’t really argue with that point. Instead, she chose a different angle to nitpick. "But it seems like you might be... you know, premature... right?" "Why would you think that?" There it was, that word. This was the right moment to clear up any misunderstandings. I flicked her forehead and changed to a more serious tone. "Explain quickly." "Well... since that vixen... um, I mean, since those girls kept going, I thought maybe you didn’t last long either. Haha." A jumbled mess of words. She’d never admit she’d secretly sucked me off at night. Feeling awkward herself, she scratched her head. Then, as if deciding something, she edged closer to me subtly. "Or maybe I should..." Ding ding. Just as she was about to voice something significant, the convenience store door swung open. The timing couldn’t have been worse, and I was somewhat anticipating what she was going to say. I turned to glare at the customer who’d walked in. But the sight of Yoon Hye-yoon, waving with a cheerful expression, instantly disarmed any annoyance. Returning her smile, she spoke first. "Hi, oppa!" "Hello. Did you come to buy something?" "Just thought I'd grab something from the store today. It worked out since you were here. Hi, Hee-jin!" "Hello." Even though they exchanged polite greetings, it didn’t escape my notice that there seemed to be an electric tension buzzing between them. After the simple exchange, Yoon Hye-yoon vanished into the aisles. And from beside me came the sound of someone clicking their tongue. "Tsk." "Why? What’s bothering you?" "Forget it." Though I knew the reason, her puffed cheeks were undeniably cute. As I smiled internally, she returned, hands full of snacks. Her haul consisted of a variety of lunchboxes and drinks, which she placed on the counter. I joked as I began scanning them. "What if you gain weight eating all this?" "I've calculated the calories, so it's fine. Besides, even if I gain weight, I can just work it off with exercise, right?" "True enough. How about a gym session tomorrow as a celebration?" "That's a fine option, but... this..." She placed the last item from her hand onto the counter—a small rectangular box. On its surface, the bold print read 0.03mm. "I prefer this kind of workout..." With that, Yoon Hye-yoon cast a sidelong glance at Han Hee-jin, a victorious smirk playing on her lips. Never having used a condom since the very beginning, she brought it here with a clear intent. Was it boldness or a clever way to assert dominance? Ever since that intimate encounter in the restroom, she had embraced her boldness. The sound of teeth slightly grinding was audible, thankfully only to me. If Hye-yoon had heard it, a fight might have broken out right here. "I'll buy that when I need it. No need for it now." "Well... you never know. Might feel like working out tonight." "...Just hold on to it for now." "Alright." After bagging her items, she turned on her heel. Her brown hair whipped through the air, revealing a gleam of teeth reflected in the light. "If you feel sore after your shift, give me a call. I'll give you a massage." Before exiting, she pulled out the condom box again and waved it before my eyes. There isn’t a soul on this earth that wouldn’t catch her suggestive hint. Ding-ding. With those words, Yoon Hye-yoon vanished, leaving the door swaying in her wake—a hurricane blown through. As I stretched to shrug off the tension, Han Hee-jin poked my waist. "Wow... you must be really good at sex if 'condom girl' is all over you like that." "I am sort of great." "If she wants another round after Sunday, how good must you be? For someone who's supposedly premature." "Want to die? Why do you keep calling me that? You won't find a guy with more stamina than me." "Wanna bet?" Her sly grin suggested she'd found something valuable to pounce on. What was she planning? "What’s your bet?" "I’ll get you off once. If you last five minutes, you win. If you finish before then, I win." "Get me off? What are you talking about?" "What do you mean, with your mouth—or no, with my hand. I’ll give you a handjob." Her mouth was still a step too far, but since Han Hee-jin had made the first offer, there was no reason to refuse. Still, sticking with my strategy of playing hard-to-get seemed the best course. I waved my hand dismissively and turned my head. "Why would I need that? I have girlfriends for that kind of thing." "No, no. This is a 'demonstration', so it doesn’t count. Besides, we don't have any emotional ties, right?" "True, but what's this demonstration for?" "To prove you're not premature. I won’t believe it until I see it for myself." Having said that, Han Hee-jin lowered her gaze toward my pants, eyeing the bulge prominently outlined. --- Episode 216 - The Handjob Machine Under the Convenience Store Desk Her eyes blazed with intensity, like a predator locked on prey. Just how curious was she about my manhood? Before I could voice the challenge, she reached towards me as if I had already agreed. Just as I was about to stop her, the bell on the door jingled, signaling a customer’s entrance. "Hey, did you see that girl who just left? Damn, she was pretty." "Brown hair? Yeah, I saw. Wasn't she holding something in her hand? Looked like..." "What was it? I didn’t see." "Condoms." "No way." "For real. I caught her shoving it into her bag when our eyes met." "Lucky bastard, whoever he is. Damn." "A girl like that buying condoms? Who must she be getting it on with?" "Clearly, not us." The conversation among three college guys hovered around Yoon Hye-yoon’s infamous condom purchase and provocative exit. 'So they noticed. She really should have been more discreet.' I could easily imagine her now, running home with a flushed face. Why she’d create such an unforgettable, albeit embarrassing, moment I’d never understand. A simple choice of keeping them tucked safely away in a pocket or bag would have avoided this. "Anyway... will you take the bet?" As I envisioned her current state, Han Hee-jin tugged my clothes, seeking my answer regarding our earlier wager. I considered reining it in if it seemed too much, but a handjob was just the right level for a first challenge. Considering she’d called it a bet, and since she mentioned something about winning, surely there was a reward involved. "What do I get if I win? Surely, it’s not just that you stop calling me premature." "If you win, I'll show you my breasts." "I’ve seen those before." "What, you don’t want to see them again?" Briefly flustered, she glanced down at her lusciously shaped chest, supported by her arms as she pushed them out toward me. "I’ll show you them bare." "Were you going to show them with a bra on again? A bit like last time with the towel trick? That’s a bit deceitful." "Either way! Don't you want to see my bare chest, the one I haven’t shown anyone else?" To see those soft, milky white, inverted nipples in real life. The slight tremor in her voice indicated that this was her limit for now. Though she'd boasted about seducing me, when push came to shove, she was understandably tense. I nodded and asked what would happen if I lost. "Alright. What do you want if I lose?" "Let me see your, um, thing again when I ask." "Unexpectedly modest. Okay." "So then, we have a deal, right? Watch out when there’s no one else around." Gaining confidence from my assent, Han Hee-jin's lips curved into a smirk, signaling her excitement. 'Whether I win or lose, it seems like I end up with the better end of the deal.' Considering her promise to seduce me, she was putting in an admirable amount of effort. Of course, I could probably withstand a five-minute handjob, but I was already pondering whether to play along or make things more interesting. "Thank you." Two hours later, the last customer left the store. As the door ceased its swinging, our eyes met in sync. "Shall we start?" "But didn't the manager ask you to go over when she's not busy?" "How long could it possibly take? We can just say there were more customers than we thought, causing a delay." "Alright. So where should we do this? In the storage room?" "Let's do it here." "Here?" I shot her a quizzical look, wondering why she suggested doing it in the open. Han Hee-jin pointed to the chair behind me. I sat as directed, watching as she settled on the floor between my legs. It was reminiscent of the cliché office scenario with a company president and their secretary. "If a customer comes in, just act like everything is normal and keep checking them out." "What if I have to stand up?" "I'll make sure to keep it discreet." Han Hee-jin spoke with confidence, her hands now resting on my pants. Her face was slightly flushed, and her eyes were fixed on the bulge in my trousers. She pinched the zipper between her thumb and forefinger, then glanced up at me one last time. "Are you really... doing this?" "The moment you touch, the timer starts." "The timer starts when it's fully hard, not just from touching. Where’s the fairness in that?" "Five minutes is generous enough. Plus, it needs to be the same pace as during sex. If you just start yanking around, it puts me at a disadvantage." "...Fine." She replied reluctantly as if she had no other choice. With that, she began unzipping my pants. Zzzz... An exhilarating mix of cool breeze and warm touch greeted me through the open seam. Han Hee-jin carefully maneuvered around, trying to free my member. Concentrated, her expression mirrored that of when she'd first started this job—aloof and terse, but now there she was, kneeling there to look at my erection. It was quite the turn-on. Blood began pooling in my lower body, causing the outline in my underwear to swell and protrude further. Her eyes widened in shock, her jaw dropping slightly at the sight. "It's big, right?" "It's huge..." Gently stroking what seemed about to burst, Han Hee-jin found the opening of my boxers and swallowed hard, coaxing my member out. With an audible pop, it sprang loose forcefully. "Ow!" Curiosity had her leaning a little too close, getting smacked in the cheek with the tip. Han Hee-jin grimaced, rubbing the sore spot with her hand. "How is it in person?" "...It's massive." "I'll start the timer when you touch it." Though I expected her to jump right in, she instead inspected it from various angles, inhaling its scent and gauging its warmth with her hand, her breath hot upon its head. "It's just like a... dildo, or what I've seen online..." "All guys look the same down there." "Is that so...? It’s just like it..." "So when are you starting? Your observations seem lengthy." "Give me a second...! I'm just figuring out the best way to win." As much as she tried to excuse her long examination, it was clear she was simply fascinated. I watched her get lost in her own world, my member bobbing as I observed her blue eyes darting all over. The candid response made a teasing remark rise to my lips. "You're so captivated by seeing it for real that you can't think straight, can you?" "Wha—what are you talking about? I said I’m studying it!" "It's not very convincing when you say that with such an entranced expression." "When did I ever look like that!?" Since the start, but if something struck a nerve, she coughed awkwardly, then finally seized my shaft with her right hand. Thump, thump. The sensation of her warm hand and the heavily pulsing member pulsed together. She gently massaged it, testing the feel as if she'd never handled a 'real one' before. "The timer's started. But if you keep it up like that, you won’t get me off even in an hour." "I know. I realize that." "So why do it? Are you doing it on purpose because you want to show me your chest?" "Quit talking nonsense and focus on coming." Han Hee-jin tightened her grip, gradually increasing her pace. Thanks to her prior experiences, her technique was competent; she brushed the head while rubbing the full length. "Pretty good." "Why? You're not about to finish, are you?" "Of course not. Just surprised by how well you're doing." "Oh?" The ring of her fingers constricted even more firmly. Sensing this might be inadequate, she brought in her other hand. Rubbing below the head—a more sophisticated skill. Where did she pick up such a knack despite lacking much experience? Had she looked it up online, trying to prepare ahead of time? Touched by her studiousness, I instinctively patted her head, something I typically did with Ah-young or Hye-yoon while they performed oral. Though I quickly withdrew my hand, thinking it overstepped, she didn’t seem bothered. Instead, she let out a pleased little purr like a cat being petted. "Mmm..." Evidently liking it, Han Hee-jin nestled her face against my knee, continuing her rhythmic ministrations, though she adjusted her angle of view. "Three minutes have..." Ding-ding. Just as I was about to update her on the elapsed time, the door chimed with a new customer. A habitual response spurred me to stand. "Welcome." A glance below revealed a wincing Han Hee-jin, rubbing her sore forehead where she'd bumped it against the desk. "You want to die?" "What do you want me to do? A customer came in." "Add three more minutes." "Sure." The pleasure creeping up earlier receded, so agreeing to extend her time seemed fair. As I stood, awaiting the customer, her warm touch returned to my now-exposed length. "You've got some serious veins back here." "Keep down, stay out of sight." "They're far away. It's okay." "You know it's you who'll get in trouble if caught, right?" She let out a small huff, pursed her lips in protest, and continued stimulating me just as before, except this time she seemed to have honed her technique, focusing intently on the most sensitive areas. The speed and intensity increased significantly. "Feels good here, doesn’t it? You flinch every time I rub it," she noted, a hint of triumph in her voice. The climax approached swiftly, much faster than before. Clearly thrilled with my reactions, Han Hee-jin increased her pace to the maximum. Her gaze alternated between my face and my shaft as she continued the handjob, until the customer approached the counter with their items. More than I'd expected—processing this would take some time. "Ready to check out?" "Would you like a bag?" "Yes, please." Even as I engaged with the customer, her hand maintained its rhythm. Receiving a handjob from Han Hee-jin while working the register felt utterly surreal. This absurd situation accelerated the signals of release racing from my groin. I bent down to retrieve a bag, murmuring quietly. "I'm about to come." "Huh? Wait, what...?" Her flustered voice trailed off as I began scanning the items. One by one, as each beeped through, my climax reached the base, then the shaft, finally arriving at the tip. I pushed my hips forward, releasing in a satisfying burst. Spurt! Spurt...! Spuuuurrrt...!! "Ah...!" As I handed the bag over to the customer, a torrent of white liquid erupted from me, Yejin letting out a small shriek under her breath, mostly masked by the rustling bag. What had happened below? As soon as the customer left, I directed my gaze downwards. "...Wow." "Ugh... why did you ejaculate so much...?" Han Hee-jin, looking utterly crestfallen, was now peppered with semen across her face and bangs. It seemed she had tried to block it with her hand, only to miscalculate, allowing the fluid to slip through her fingers. An unintended bukkake scene unfolded. I’d somewhat anticipated this; after all, she hadn't brought tissues when she ducked between my legs. I had hoped she might catch it with her mouth, but decided not to mention it. "Go wash up." "Okay... but what about our bet? What about the time?" "Well..." With 5 minutes plus the additional 3 minutes I granted, the agreed total was 8 minutes. Checking the timer, it read 8 minutes and 30 seconds. Even factoring in our brief conversation, it was my victory. Smirking, I showed her the timer. "I win, don’t I?"