221 - Wireless On**ole

Title: 221. The Magical Chamber with Lemonade and Wine A few hours later, I lay on the bed with the wireless connected ON-A-HOLE. My objective was the two sisters. My visit wasn't to satiate my sexual desire, but rather a curiosity to observe their reactions. What would a girl's night be like when she sees a manhood for the first time? It's not something to be easily ignored. 'Who should I check on first?' Imagine if I could use voyeur mode on both at once—how convenient it would be to just watch leisurely, like a CCTV. I smacked my lips in regret. Since I'll be taking a quick look, I decided to start with Han Heejin. After confirming transparency mode, I connected immediately. "Slurp... Smack... Suck... Nngh...!" The moment the setting changed, intense and sultry sounds flooded my ears. It was none other than Han Heejin sucking on a dildo atop the bed. Positioned on all fours with just her head moving, she looked as if she hadn't eaten in three days. 'Is she fully aroused now? She's more fervent than usual.' Noticing the drool hadn't yet reached the base of the dildo, it seemed she hadn't been at it for long. It was a perfect timing. I settled down on the floor, readying myself for a front-row view. "Suck... Slurp... Puhah... Huff..." She had notably advanced her fellatio skills, swallowing the glans and taking in half the shaft while swirling her tongue with 360-degree maneuvers. Her progress was evident, yet after about three minutes, she pulled away, appearing fatigue-stricken. "Hah... Hah..." Wiping her drool-smeared red lips, she blankly stared at the dildo. With a tinge of longing, she licked beneath the glans, turning her head side-to-side. "It's designed too realistically... Makes me think of Woojin oppa." I froze. In the past, it was easy to just go along since I found it enticing, but now that real connections are involved, I have to tread cautiously. I briefly considered retrieving that dildo, but seeing how much she enjoyed it made it clear it was infeasible. If her daily happy times were abruptly stopped, it would only intensify suspicion. 'I must feign ignorance if suspicion arises. As long as my abilities remain hidden, that's the key. There's no way for her to find out anyway.' Resolutely, I focused back on Han Heejin. She suddenly bore a serious expression. Did she perhaps catch onto something? I zeroed in on her lips, yet the words that emerged took me by surprise. "More importantly, I must win tomorrow's match. From my trial today, he didn't seem to ejaculate prematurely and lasted pretty long... Should I speed things up?" Admitting he's not prone to premature ejaculation meant a lot. For someone as stubborn as Han Heejin to concede in one go, direct demonstration was indeed the answer. "Or should I prolong foreplay to hasten his climax? Like fondling for about five minutes... or maybe flashing him?" Here she was, scheming about blatantly bending the rules with her opponents' eyes wide open. Of course, one might call it strategy, but to me, it seemed purely crafty. I'm not that easily undone by such antics anyway. A part of me wanted to smack her upside the head, but I had resolved to do nothing today, so I held back. As I crossed my arms, musing briefly, Han Heejin swiftly pulled off her T-shirt. Mimicking the position from the convenience store earlier, she took up the dildo. Despite the drool, she seemed unbothered as she began to move back and forth. "If I drag it along like this and tap below the glans, it'll jerk intensely. At a quicker pace tomorrow, I might just win." Her eyes closed as if recalling a memory, she slowly lowered her pants, revealing so much more. As she lowered her underwear to her ankles, she spread her squatting thighs wide, and her idle hand ventured in-between. "Just from sucking, I'm already soaked..." The emerging clitoris, laid bare. The slightest upward stroke made her leg tremble, and her private parts throbbed. "Haaang... I feel more sensitive lately. It wasn't like this before." Once the erogenous zone was stimulated, it ignited in an instant. Her pace of rubbing quickened, and the dripping liquid thoroughly soaked the towel laid beneath. "Hnnng... Unng... Ooh... Hahhng!" Her hips periodically lifted in pleasure, but unsatisfied still, she plopped onto the bed, positioning the dildo below. Briefly rubbing it against her thighs and clitoris, she covered the wide-reaching dildo with her essence. "Hnnng...! Haaa... Haaah!" With her back arched, Han Heejin released a mild moan, indicating suppressed ecstasy, concerned her voice might seep through the room. And with a thud, she sank back onto the bed, exhaling heavily. "Hah... Hah... Ugh...!" Sweat droplets glistened on her rapidly heaving chest. Observing, I acknowledged a lingering something or other which had persisted. A faint scent of lemon wafted through the air. Even though it wasn't from the room, it emanated distinctly from Han Heejin. 'Realizing now, my senses are heightened in avatar mode.' I'd briefly forgotten. When something sweet made itself known earlier, the culprit turned out to be right before me. I moved closer, ensuring she wouldn't notice, particularly between her thighs where the smell was strongest. 'Does her hair color influence it? Must be a coincidence.' Ayounge had black hair, yet carried a strawberry scent, so the latter assumption seemed more logical. Besides, yellow doesn't solely equate to lemon. Regardless, as long as it's tasty, it doesn't matter. After a while, her body began to move, seemingly calmed. Bringing the cum-soaked dildo closer to her gaze, she muttered softly. "Looks sort of like semen from this angle... If only the quantity was more." With white, viscous fluid in sight, her thought made sense. As she pondered, her throat reverberated with a deep swallow. Exhaling a long, shallow breath, she lowered the dildo back down. She aligned the glans with her slick entrance, raised her hand to her erect nipple, and inadvertently disclosed a secret unknown to me. "But quite a lot of cum came out... I was so surprised I ended up tasting a little in my mouth... It wasn't bad, actually." With the sound of a smacking tongue, the large dildo vanished. --- "Is she addicted to self-pleasure? It's like she's at it every time I check." Suppressing the urge to devour her whole, I managed to tear myself away. After all, there was another stop on my agenda. Next, I toggled over to Han Chaea. "Sniff... Huff... Hnng..." She was evidently quite occupied as well. The once gentle-faced manager was now sprawled on the bed, deeply inhaling with fervor. Or to be exact, her face was obscured. "The smell is so potent... It's still sticky and there's quite a lot of it..." Han Chaea pressed a soaked tissue to her nose, inhaling the scent deeply. Nearby were similar tissues and an open handbag. It wasn’t hard to figure out the scenario. 'That's the tissue used to clean up the cum after the handjob, right?' Normally, I'd ponder other options, but today was different. Such a shadowy pursuit, indeed. I could never have imagined packing that up for later use. Truly commendable in a way. Of course, given my own voyeuristic tendencies, I'm in no place to criticize, yet I hadn't expected this of her. It's fine though; I find it incredibly arousing. "Woojin's cum from his manhood... Aah...!" The overpowering scene finally allowed me to take in the full picture. There she was, stark naked with her legs spread wide open. Her hips trembled as she rubbed her engorged clitoris. Just how provocative can this manager get? It almost seemed as if she was putting on a show for me. The pronounced nipples at her rounded breasts, her disheveled long hair splayed across the bed, and those glazed eyes— I'm probably the only one who could withstand this. Although, it's just me watching. "Hnng... Aah! Love the smell..." Her fingers and body thrust in increasing fervor, and as with Heejin earlier, a subtle scent wafted into my nostrils. Heejin had a lemony aroma, so what's her sister's flavor? Imagining in anticipation, I dipped my face between her legs. Given it had only just begun, the concentration was faint, but the aroma was familiar. 'Is this... grape?' A rich, grape-like fragrance. Somewhere between matured wine and sweet grapes. If sweat alone smells this rich, how much more intense would it be apart? Could it rival a full-on winery? I'll have to savor it until her chamber goes dry next time. As I considered this, the ruddy area began to convulse. She inhaled Woojin’s essence over and over like she was addicted, murmuring to herself as her buttocks jiggled. "Woojin-ha...! Feels like I'm about to... Do it harder...!" Han Chaea spoke as if I was truly there. Near climax, each flick of her finger sent her juices spraying. Her trembling hips hovered before pausing mid-air. Psh! Her lower body jerked as a spray erupted like a fountain. Her body dropped, seemingly collecting momentum for another surge, and a stronger stream sliced through the air. Pshoo! Pshoooo! "Haaaaang! Nghhh...!" With tissues against her nose, she shot water jets. It must have felt fantastic, for only after the fourth burst did her back find the mattress. "Woojin's seed... more, please..." Even after, she continued savoring the scent. How would she react knowing I witnessed it all from start to finish? Just imagining her shock was delighting me. I calmed my arousal and severed the connection. I felt as though I accomplished not just the day's objective but exceeded it far beyond that. Tasting both sisters and unveiling Han Chaea's secretive proclivities. It was incredible. I'm already looking forward to tomorrow. The next day at work, I was greeted by the burdensome presence of two pairs of eyes. Sparkling with anticipation were a pair of blue eyes and another pair, emerald, shyly avoiding contact. Most strikingly, again cloaked in a long coat was Han Chaea, just like yesterday. What might she be concealing inside that she'd dress like that? --- Could she be in an off-shoulder top today? Or perhaps a crop top? Imagining what bides beneath, I clocked in at the counter. "Woojin, welcome!" "You’re early! Were you that eager to see me?" Cheerful waves from Han Chaea and Heejin’s cheeky remarks greeted me, and I chuckled as I settled in. In no time, I mentally prepared for round two. Heejin seemed to have practiced fervently last night, but who would prevail this time? Gazing at the blonde calculating at the register, someone tapped my shoulder. "Shh." With a finger pressed to her lips, Han Chaea flashed a brief, heated look—a reminder of last night. I nodded in understanding, signaling the same. She might remember the handjob she gave, but all I could think about was the tissue-laden self-indulgence overnight. Especially those fountain-like spurts... Gulp. I nearly grew hard at the thought. Keeping eyes on her seemed dangerous, so I slyly turned away. Han Chaea's hand moved deliberately, almost teasingly. Her hand reached up to her high-collared coat, almost as if noticing my gaze. She winked, exposing a small part of the hidden beneath. 'Damn, that's enticing.' It wasn't much skin, less than her naked torso from yesterday, yet the salacious collarbone was captivating. That she was showing her body to me was thrilling in itself. As I stared—captivated—the coat was readjusted, and as if nothing happened, Han Chaea serenely called out to me. "By the way, Woojin, you promised to help finish what we couldn't complete yesterday, right?" "Uh? Oh. Of course." "Contact me when things settle down again and come find me." "Understood," I said. She spoke loudly enough for anyone to hear, that curious remark about unfinished business from yesterday. I expected some delay, but here she was already tempting me the very next day. Could it be for fresh... resources? Hopefully, she's not turning into a succubus. As wild thoughts flashed through my mind, Han Chaea grabbed her handbag, preparing to leave. "See you later." With those simple words, she exited the store. As I watched her go, I recalled the recent scene. 'Just by lowering her coat, her collarbone showed... What kind of outfit must she be wearing?' Where she picks up such outfits is beyond me. Not that she needed to dress like that for me to give in. With a soft squeak, the door closed, and Han Hee-jin spun around, creating a breeze. She waggled her fingers near my pants, a gesture that seemed suggestive of a countdown or promise. "You didn't forget, right?" "Did you practice? Why are you so confident?" "Yesterday was just the warm-up, and today is the real deal. I'm determined to prove you're quick to the draw, so be prepared." "...Is there any real benefit to proving that? Do you get a prize or something?" "It's just fun, that's all." "What a peculiar taste." She wore snug beige shorts and a white t-shirt, her black bra visible through the fabric clinging to her chest. If I win today, I get to touch what's beneath that. 'Keep touching until she loses.' I'll teach her not to rush in recklessly. I'll secretly activate my weakness-inducing ability and hint at what's to come with a lick on my fingers. Time passed, and the convenience store emptied. Watching the CCTV for safety, a daring request reached my ears. "Take it off." "...So straightforward." "You were blowing on my chest yesterday and now you have the nerve to complain?" "And yet someone who got splattered on her face during a handjob seems to have no right to talk." "I can separate those things. Let's hurry while it's quiet." She did have a point. Besides, the manager is waiting for her turn next. I sat back, spreading my legs. With more space, she smoothly slipped in between, kneeling as she quickly unzipped me. "Seems you changed your underwear? I appreciate the cleanliness." "Crazy girl. Why do you remember the color of my underwear?" "Bit harsh, don't you think? A girl as observant as me picks upon slight changes immediately." "Either all observant women on Earth are extinct, or you misunderstand the word." "Oh, fine. Now, shall I take it out?" My member emerged faster than yesterday, though completely flaccid and drooping. She fiddled with it, not bothering to hide her disappointment. "What's this?.. Stand up already." "Do you think it’s a magic wand that stands on command? It needs to be aroused." "Then imagine something erotic." "I have quality material right in front of me; why bother with imagination?" "Uh...?" The meaning-laden comment momentarily left her dumbstruck. Calculating, her expression shifted again and again until she finally smirked. "Really... Wanna see? Wanna see the body you said got you aroused?" Han Hee-jin straddled my thigh, pulling her shirt forward to reveal a black bra and cleavage—a bold display that elicited no reaction from me. In frustration at my unresponsive member, she displayed more skin before giving up and gripping her shirt's hem. "I'm doing this to help you get ready... Don't misunderstand. It's just because customers might come in." As the white fabric rose, I thought she'd again lay it atop her chest like before, but even after revealing her bra fully, she didn't stop. "Hah..." Holding her shirt in hand, she shook her head, tossing her golden hair over her shoulder. After lifting her eyes to fix her bangs, she reached behind. A quiet pop, and down went the black underwear. 'Today I haven’t even done anything, and she’s showing everything?’ Her torso was bare atop the pants now gone, her nipples yet to rise due to the lack of excitement. Goosebumps, however, traced her arms, perhaps due to standing nearly nude where she often worked. "Feel it now? Want to touch it, feel the rush?" "It's... okay." "What does that mean... I showed you this and now you'll do your part and make it big." Preparation complete, Han Hee-jin began handling my member. A beauty undressed beneath the desk, tending to me. Even stripped down to speed things along. 'Why do I keep ending up in these [arousing situations]?' Though tempted to reach under for the swaying chest, that was for after today’s challenge. Though tantalizingly out of reach, it would be mine soon, so I quietly focused on arousing myself. "See? As I said, my chest is the best stimulator for men." "Your pride in your chest is excessive." "Well, isn’t it obvious? It turned you on, didn’t it?" "Okay, shall I start the timer?" With both hands firmly gripping my shaft, she leaned closer and began her up-and-down movement. Slick, slick... Noticeably faster than yesterday. I observed her, eyes lowered in concentration on my manhood. Without that troublesome mouth moving, she was quite the sight. Perhaps a gag would suit her, keeping her quiet as I imagined Han Hee-jin beneath me. A new sensation caught my attention. "Hmm..." "Did that feel good? Even my dear oppa can make cute noises." "Thought we were using hands only? No licking, that's against the rules.” "Dislike it? You didn't seem to." Licking her lips, she gleamed with mischief. Then, she leaned down to lick the slit of the glans. Her hands worked tirelessly as she teased the tip. Where on earth did she learn these skills? Although bending the handjob rules a bit, I decided to let it slide. "Ha... Damn... it really is huge..." Her words muffled by her tongue against the head. As adorable as it was, I remembered yesterday's events and thought to give her a little tease back. With just a thought, it should toggle on and off... 'Fluid Sensitivity on.' Just in case, I repeated it a few more times before focusing back on Han Hee-jin's face. The precum should start flowing now, and I expected more reactions from her as it increased. I tensed my muscles around my shaft, fully sensing her touch. "Haah... Ngh... How long... has it been?" "Three minutes and 30 seconds. Put in more effort. Seems like you're going to lose again today." "Look who's talking when there's so much precum. Don't get too cocky." She had a point. Her skill had improved since yesterday, causing my precum to steadily leak out. Honestly, I was treading on dangerous ground. The sensation was quite pleasing, but there was more to consider. Her touch and tongue grew more ardent, becoming sticky as if her body heated from tasting my fluid. Now, she was exploring beneath the glans, licking every corner. Maintaining eye contact to gauge my reactions doubled the arousal. 'I might actually lose at this rate.' I glanced at the time. Just past four minutes, with a minute to spare, yet I could feel the semen stirring and preparing to rise. Trying to hold back felt impossible against the impending rush, so I resigned to it. What does it matter? Even if I lost today, I could propose a best-of-three format for redemption. Looking into Han Hee-jin's eyes, her gaze fixed on my shaft, I announced my climax. "Hey, I'm about to come." --- 'So hot...' This wasn't just the sensation of the shaft in my hand. Sure, that was part of it, but more so, it was the burning sensation throughout my body, like when I pleasure myself. 'Is it because I've seen oppa’s shaft...? Or is it the first taste...?' Although under the guise of a handjob, I'd subtly tasted him with my tongue, and despite his poker face, he surely enjoyed it. After all, who wouldn't love it when a pretty girl like me acts first, eager to take them in her mouth? 'Well... technically, I only touched it with my lips.' Still, the effect was undeniable. There was significantly more precum than yesterday. Wondering how I could tell, despite the blend with my saliva? Naturally, it was the taste. Less potent than semen, yet sweet enough to tingle on the tongue. And how did I know Woojin oppa's semen taste? Because I'd secretly tried some in the bathroom yesterday. While it might sound perverted, who wouldn't taste a man's seed for the first time just out of curiosity? Therefore, I'm perfectly normal! While entertaining these thoughts, a twinge grew in my lower abdomen. My breath quickened, indicating I'd likely become wet down there. 'Oppa's feeling good, and what about me... I want to touch too.' If I intentionally lost the bet, oppa would touch my chest, but it's not enough. My body is heating up. How amazing would it be to touch myself and suck on this at the same time? As I swept my tongue over the glans, my breaths—and desires—intensifying, a hurried voice spoke from above. 'He's coming...? Right, I forgot the tissues again...!' Honestly, I wouldn't mind it on my face, but cleaning up is such a hassle. I didn't want to stop at this point, so what should I do? Endless thoughts raced until a brilliant idea surfaced. Halting my licking, I moved swiftly. Opening wide, I engulfed the entire glans, taking it fully into my mouth.