224 - Wireless On**ole

**Title: Consuming with Wireless Connection - Chapter 225 > Book Bunny - Web Novel Archive** Book Bunny < Chapter 225 > 225. "I'll Squeeze Out All Those Naughty Thoughts for You, Little Brother" As soon as she revealed her innermost layer, a strong concentration of her scent wafted over, having been hidden for so long. But before I could fully take in the aroma, my eyes were fixated, scanning up and down. "The way those tight long sleeves pair with those jeans... it's insane." If the outfit had merely been tight, it would have been a relief. However, there was an unexpected variable — her top. Just as I had anticipated, the neckline plunged deeply, fully exposing her collarbone and cleavage. Yesterday was about revealing skin with shorts, but today the difference was in how she flaunted her figure. Either way, both styles were more than enough to stir a man's heart. Judging from her quick glance at my restless gaze, Cha-A placed her hands on her waist and struck a pose. "How is it? I bought this outfit the other day; do you like it?" "It's amazing." "Be specific. What's so amazing about it?" In my head, I thought, 'From head to toe, you might as well be walking Viagra.' But obviously, I couldn't say that outright, so I refined it to... "Your chest is incredibly striking." "Just the chest? What about below?" Her humor at my directness made her laugh aloud, and she swayed her hips. With hips over 100cm and solid thighs to match, the tight jeans made them seem even more pronounced, drawing more attention. 'Looks like you could birth a legion of babies.' I thought but translated it to... "Your hips are so large; it makes your figure look twice as good." "Only twice?" "Five times, then." "Really? Actually, this is a part I'm quite confident in." Cha-A completely shrugged off her outerwear and left it on the couch. As the fabric settled with a puff, a delightful scent emerged. As my nostrils expanded, Cha-A moved toward the door. A scene much like yesterday unfolded, the only difference being she now donned sandals with heels, walking like a runway model. Click-clack. Her long legs and swaying bottom were so alluring that even the tight jeans couldn't disguise their allure. As I watched the deep curves, Cha-A's waist bent forward. Even the large mass of flesh pushed backward, posing like magic to draw me in. She knew I was watching, surely doing it on purpose. She was, after all, subtly swaying her hips as she slowly locked the door. "Because of this lustful part-timer, I'm always so anxious. Sometimes I want to wear clothes like this, but someone keeps looking at me lecherously..." She turned around, a seductive wave in her movements. As much as her actions amused me, I couldn't help but smile at the transparency of it all. "Hm... I see a hand job wasn't enough yesterday. So, what now?" Her gaze fell to my still soft state, and a frown creased her face—a signal to up the allure, narrowing the distance between us. Cha-A brought her knee between my legs, leaning in just short of the sofa. "Shall I open the window to let some air in..." The sound of a rattling window frame came from behind but I was too engrossed, right in front of me, her chest was bouncing. An overwhelming sight. Her cleavage was on full display, and her raised knee pressed between my thighs. Within reach, merely a stretch of the tongue to taste her chest. A situation where one might say dying while diving into it wouldn't leave much regret. As I silently shed tears, Cha-A's knee pressed further, hinting that it was time for the next step once I was fully aroused. Not that it was necessary—the blood flow was already on overdrive. "Oh my. Did you get aroused just by looking at my body?" "And whose fault is that?" "This is why having too nice a body can be a hassle. I already have so much to do, and now I've got more added." Satisfied with the size of my arousal, she stepped back. Thinking it would be another hand job like yesterday, Cha-A simply crouched down on the floor. Her eyes sparkled with anticipation; the actions were the same, typical of sisters. "It's gotten so big, won't it hurt if kept inside?" "Will you treat me, then?" "Of course. I'll help you feel better right away. Take them off." Is she not going all the way today? As I swallowed my disappointment, I pulled down the zipper. Her eyes filled with question as my bulging underwear came into view. "Aren’t you taking them off?" "I did." "No, I meant all the way. Isn’t it uncomfortable to be stuck in such a narrow space?" She wanted me all undressed? Well, I was grateful. This boldness on the second day was unexpected, but she wanted to see my lower half completely unveiled. I stood from the sofa, grabbing the waistband of my pants. As I slowly pulled them down to my ankles, Cha-A’s eyes grew wider. When I tugged at my underwear, she swallowed hard. Is she aware of how adorable such a flustered reaction makes her, only making me want to tease her more? Watching her eyes, almost emitting laser beams, I swiftly pulled down my hand. "Wow..." My arousal stood firm, right up to her nose considering the posture. It hovered there briefly, her hot breath grazing its length. The air seemed to be greedily inhaled, filling her lungs to their very limit. "Ha... Hnng..." "Nun, do you like the smell of my arousal?" "Huh...? Oh!? No, I just took a deep breath because I was short of it." "Really? Anyway, it hurts too much down there; could you help me feel better?" "Yes. Sit tight... I'll do something even better than yesterday for you." Better than yesterday, huh. Could it perhaps be more than just a hand job? Undoubtedly a fellatio perhaps? With anticipation barely hidden, her eyes followed my eager groin. Sssss. Out came the bra, and without anything to hold them up, her breasts sagged downward. Not from lack of firmness, but purely due to their sheer weight. "They look really heavy." "My shoulders always hurt because of them." "But aren't there plenty of perks too?" "Do you think so? There's only the drawback of always making Woojin aroused, nothing more." --- **Playful Smirk** Cha-A playfully smiled as she stood up. After placing the warm bra on the table, she grabbed something and crouched back down in front of me. "Do you know what this is?" "Isn't it lotion?" "Yes, it's a sticky lotion with some density. Where do you think it's going to be used?" "Lotion handjob?" "Close your eyes for a moment. I'll show you soon." Following her command, I closed my eyes, hearing the cap pop open. A cold gel slid from the tip, sending shivers through me, only to be warmed by her tender touch. "So, it’s a lotion handjob, huh?" “Not yet. Keep your eyes shut.” The sensation was different from the usual. Her skilled hands glided over me, evenly spreading the lotion from the tip to the base. “Don’t be surprised…” Left standing, I felt enveloped by a pressure quite distinct from that of a pair of thighs. Only one other body part could achieve this sensation. 'This is a Paizuri, isn’t it?' Peeking through my lashes, I confirmed my suspicion as my member disappeared beneath her clothing. The soft yet tight grip made me moan reflexively. "Since it grew up from looking at my breasts... I’ll treat it with them." She tenderly wrapped her underbust around me, squeezing my member entirely into her embrace. Simultaneously, the weight on my thighs and the visibly bulging tip made my pulse quicken with pleasure. "Wow, even in this state, it’s showing above my breasts. How monstrous can it get?" "Honestly, it's the first time anything has peeked over like this." “Really..? Just so you know, I’m handling this for the first time, so I might not be perfect at it. And feel free to finish here; don't hold back.” "Did you bring a change of clothes?" "Yes." This was planned from the start, clearly. Admiring her service, I thrust forward, encouraging her to move. Taking my cue, her breasts began to rock up and down. **Squeak... Squeak...** The enormous size perfectly masking the crown and the softness even surpassing that of Ah-Young and Hye-Yoon made my thighs tremble uncontrollably. Satisfied with my response, she tightened her arms, creating seamless adhesion. “Feels good, right? Did you always imagine this while looking at my breasts?” "Yes. I've always wanted to thrust into your cleavage recklessly." “Then, those naughty thoughts need to be squeezed out soon. Today, I’ll grant your wish, but make sure not to think about it again, okay?” “Isn’t that a bit harsh? You want me not to think about this from tomorrow?” “Want to continue? Then today, I’ll make sure you forget all about it.” “I think seeing your bare chest might help me forget.” “Uh...?” She was exceptionally enticing in clothing, but I'd noticed something unusual. Given her arousal, and having shed her bra, those significant nipples shouldn’t have been concealed beneath her outfit. But they weren’t visible. “No way. That’s not…” “I feel like showing them would dispel all my naughty thoughts.” “I said no.” Cha-A firmly declined, embarrassed. It seemed the stage to reveal her bare chest wasn’t yet reached. Upon seeing my disappointment, she cautiously offered a compromise. “Instead... I’ll show a little. Just the bottom.” “That would be plenty.” “Hold on.” With a flushed face, she lifted her hem bit by bit, gradually exposing skin. Her round shapes and red areolas should be visible soon... 'Or not?' As someone well-acquainted with her areolas and nipples, this was perplexing. It wasn't as if they had just fallen off somewhere. While lost in thought, she began moving again, more eager and forceful this time, as if trying to hide her embarrassment. The rising sensation was unmistakable as I focused on her bosom. The flesh enveloping my stiffness sleekly lifted the crown, pressing firmly with every stroke. Her prowess with the Paizuri was undeniable. Recognizing my heightened state, she accelerated. "I think I’m going to finish." "It's okay. Go ahead and release onto my chest." "I’m going to." As I arched forward, I clasped her breasts from both sides. Driven by the urge to feel more constriction, she did not stop me. Brrrr...!! Brrrr...!! Brrrr...!! She pressed and rubbed the tip, aiding a larger release. The mixture of lotion and my essence elevated the temperature around my member. It had been a while since I’d released through a Paizuri, feeling it worthy of its moniker as the peak of bosom experiences. As I rocked my hips endlessly, soaking her attire, she remarked with a slightly startled smile. “Hah...ugh...are you still... releasing?” "Well, it’s your fault for making me feel this good, isn’t it?" "Is this my fault...? Either way, are you settled now?" As I stopped releasing, she moved to withdraw her chest. But how could a single release be satisfactory? I tightened my grip on her gently held hands. And as I rubbed my still-eager member against her deep valley, I protested softly. “Please, more.” --- **Title: Consuming with Wireless Connection - Chapter 226 > Book Bunny - Web Novel Archive** Book Bunny < Chapter 226 > 226. Release Everything into Sister’s Bust “More... you want more?” “You said after today I shouldn't have any naughty thoughts, right? Then we need to completely expel them today, don't we?” I turned her words from earlier back on her. She blushed in silence. Quiet. Guess she assumed it would be a one-time thing like yesterday. But that’s not acceptable to me. If she intended to entice me, she has to at least fulfill my established three-time standard. **Squeak... Squeak...** I continued to move until she responded. The lewd sounds pierced my ears. The sensation of my crown pressing into her flesh sent my heart racing. "Of course. With something this large, one time is never enough." After about ten rounds, Cha-A let out a small sigh, her hands continuing to move. She rubbed against me without any concern for the wetness staining her clothes, locking eyes with me. "How much longer are you going to keep coming?" "Until you get tired, sis." "...I'll still be able to clock out today, right?" "If you got me this worked up, you have to take responsibility until the end." "Alright, alright." She reluctantly held her breasts once more, pressing them together and rotating slightly. However, her movements halted when the effort became too much. "Already tired?" "Already? You have no idea how heavy these are." "Then let me do the moving. Why don’t you sit down here, sis." "Will do." We switched positions. Cha-A sat as I positioned myself above her. My lotion-covered and excited self laid heavily upon her torso, creating a rather surreal scene. Drip... Drip... The liquid oozing from the tip was reminiscent of something out of an alien movie. It seemed she thought the same, as she hiccupped, tension evident on her face. "You're not going to devour me, are you?" "You look quite appetizing, you know." "What’s that supposed to mean?" "It's nothing serious. Anyway, I’m going to put it back in now, please squeeze your breasts together." I aimed my member at the rounded underside of her chest. As I slowly pushed my hips in, the gap widened, enveloping the tip. A delightful valley, akin to a lover's embrace. Once I was fully sheathed, I gripped the back of the sofa to stabilize myself. After determining a safe range of motion, I began thrusting in earnest across her cleavage. "Hng... Could you go a bit slower...? I'm not going anywhere." "Your breasts are too good for that." "Really? Oh well... If you’re about to come, let me know ahead of time." "Don't worry." Cha-A looked down at her chest with a concerned expression. Specifically, at the tip fiercely peeking through her cleavage as if it might burst through to her face. When she performed the paizuri, the thrusts weren’t as strong. Now, my member protruded dangerously through her top due to my vigorous movements. The tight, elastic fabric did little to contain the view, although it might've contributed to the display. But for me, only her jiggling breasts and her flushed, earnest face were in view. She was trying to appear calm, but doing this with a man for the first time must have had her inner core quaking. “Hng... ah... is it that good?” “Yes.” "Let me squeeze tighter then." The sensation of being scraped by her chest intensified. Despite the soft flesh, pressing together made it surprisingly firm. As I obscenely rocked my unclothed hips, I felt the gathering thickness rise. My balls tapped against her under-bust, splattering some of the previous release and lotion. Cha-A accepted it all, slightly squinting but resolutely enduring. When she likely sensed my arousal peaking, her open lips, tinted with awareness, spoke softly. "Are you about to come, Woojin?" "Yes, soon." “Finish all over my chest, don’t worry about making a mess.” With those words, I thrust further forward. Her stretchy top extended to her face, and the contents threatened to erupt violently. "Ahh...!" A small shriek escaped as her chin turned white. The thin material offered little protection against my release. Focused solely on my climax, I continued helplessly pumping, lost in the act of releasing. Brrr...!! Brrrr...!! Brrr...!! With my mind returning after a satisfying climax, I gently coaxed out the remaining contents with subtle movements. Once a rhythm set, Cha-A quietly asked, "...All done? The throbbing's stopped." "Yes. It felt amazing." "I see... Even for a second time, the volume and stickiness are no joke... and quite hot." She released her hold on her chest, wiping her face clean of my remains. Tracing the adhesive white strings between her fingers, she evaluated their viscous nature with a mute gaze. Noticing my stare, she twisted her body slightly, signaling for me to move aside and make space. “Let’s wash up. Staying here too long might make them suspicious.” “They might have been suspicious yesterday too. Let’s head in together then.” “Yeah, with us looking like this, it’s best to clean up quickly.” I expected a refusal at my suggestion to wash together. Yet witnessing our disheveled states provided immediate clarity. With fluid covering my thighs, putting on clothes wasn’t feasible, and she was in a similar state of upper disarray. Creak. We hastily dashed to the restroom, tactically covering ourselves. In the mirror by the sink, our appearances were indeed something. Meeting eyes, Cha-A flushed deeply and ducked her head. “Um... Woojin, you start. You have less to clean.” She stepped back, sneaking glances at me. Suppressing the urge to embrace her, I turned on the faucet. Once the soap, water, and moisture removal were quickly handled, I gestured to her chest. “Sis, hurry up and wash.” “Would you mind stepping out first?” “Is it because you’re embarrassed? You tempted me earlier by showing off your chest and rear, making me release twice, and now you’re shy?” “Wha...! What kind of tone is that with your sister!” “I’ll keep guard at the door, so don’t worry and finish up. Being sticky is uncomfortable, right?” Reassuring her of my steadfast presence, she sighed deeply and relented. Glancing at me, she slowly lifted her long-sleeved top to her chest. Two bundles, devoid of any tell-tale redness, were exposed. As the motion ceased, the reason they weren’t visible before became clear. 'Nipple patches were in place. But they couldn't fully hide the protruding nipples, huh?' My knowing smile elicited a flustered retort from Cha-A. Clearly sensing why I was amused, she defended herself. “These...! It’s just because chafing is painful!” "I didn't say anything." "Then what's with that sly smile and suggestive eyes?" "Must be your imagination. Whether you use nipple patches or not is up to you, I don’t mind." I stood there watching as Cha-A sighed once more, opening her chest slightly. The sticky threads stretched and dripped down, following a path to her navel. It looked like a spider had woven its web. Considering I'd released twice, it made sense. Returning everything to its original state would take a while. With the pure intention of cleaning up, I tore off a piece of tissue. "Look this way, sis." "What are you planning?" "Let me clean it. I made the mess, so I'll help." "It's fine. I can do it myself." "If we delay, someone might walk in. And, it seems too much for you to handle alone." My logical reasoning seemed to persuade her. She turned toward me, holding her chest apart with both hands. Suppressing the sensation in my arousal, I began wiping her cleavage. "Hng... mm..." "Spread them wider so I can reach inside." Her face mirrored the shame she felt. I diligently swapped tissues, wiping the space between her breasts clean. As I finished, she attempted to move away, but I wouldn’t allow it. I gently curled my arm around her waist, holding her in place. "Since we’ve started, let me finish cleaning." "How can I trust that look on your face?" "What? I'm just returning the favor for making me feel good." "Hmph... do whatever you want." She pouted, but didn’t sound displeased. Smiling inwardly, I placed my hand on the firmly adhered nipple patch. It wasn't because I wanted to see underneath, but purely to ensure cleanliness. "Let’s start by removing these, they're in the way." "Ah...! Wait!" She hurried to stop me, but it was too late. Her prominent nipples greeted me openly. "Sis, your nipples are really big. Is that why you wanted to hide them?" “Ugh... are they unsightly…?” "Nope, they’re quite enticing." She used her arms to cover herself but gradually relaxed upon hearing my compliment and seeing my eager arousal. Smiling awkwardly, she asked again. "Really? Really enticing? Not strange?" "Yes. Big breasts and matching nipples look great together." Her mood visibly lifted. It seemed to be a complex she’d tried to conceal, but to me, who had seen them a dozen times, it was no issue. And honestly, they were very enticing. “So, about that, could you take responsibility again?” “For what?” “You know what.” I pressed my member against her stomach, precisely where her womb would be, eliciting a light moan. Seizing on her response, I leaned in further. "I promise, just one more time and it'll be over." "You beast... Just one more? Really the last time, okay?" She seemed pleased by my earlier compliment, agreeing with a sheepish smile. She took my hand and led me to a bathroom stall, lowering the cover and sitting first. Was it compensation for acknowledging her complex as appealing? Or had she simply gotten caught up in the mood? Becoming unexpectedly proactive, Cha-A now opened her reddened breasts, welcoming me in. Upon entry, her flesh fit perfectly as if custom-made for me, my own personal case. However, wrapped in her warm flesh, a different sensation emerged. 'Right, the lotion's gone; there’s no lubrication.' Despite its softness, the friction could become more pain than pleasure. Cha-A seemed to share the same concern, her brow furrowing in thought. "Woojin." "Yes?" "If doing this excites you too much, please don't tackle me or anything. It's just because we don't have lotion, and I didn’t want to give you the wrong idea." She spoke cautiously, tucking her hair behind her ear. Her pretty face and sharp jawline would be captivating, if not for the sensation at the tip of my arousal. Looking down, my tip was nestled inside Cha-A's lips, moist and inviting.