231-233 - Wireless On**ole

**Chapter 231: Extensive Practice of Tightening Exercises** A chill filled the air, not quite to the point where frost settled, but certainly beyond minor annoyance. With eyebrows raised and arms crossed, anyone would get that impression. "You said you'd wait for me to finish work and come together... Even accounting for walking time, do you realize you're 20 minutes late?" "Well... work ran a bit late. You were waiting in front of the convenience store too, right?" "Really...?" Just as I was about to say more, Shin Ayoung stepped in to answer. Yoon Hyeyoon looked at us skeptically, but soon gave up and pointed at my room door. "Anyway, can you open the door? I was just worried something might have happened since you weren't replying to my messages." "Sorry for making you wait so long." Approaching Hyeyoon with a smile, I brushed her hair back, and her expression softened. However, she immediately clung to my clothes, sniffing them. "You have a strong smell of sweat." "It's a summer night. Plus, I hurried here because I missed you, Hyeyoon." "Hmm..." Though her tone remained doubtful, she chose not to press further. Lacking solid evidence, she seemed willing to let it slide. 'Luckily, I tidied up in the elevator. I only realized the mess when I saw myself in the mirror.' Deciding to shower quickly, I let Hyeyoon in first. Breathing a sigh of relief, I turned to find Shin Ayoung smiling. She stuck out her tongue and winked as if sharing the same thought. Giving her a wink back, I headed in. "I'll shower quickly. Wait for me on the bed." "Ah, then me too. I'm all sticky from sweating so much..." As I headed to the bathroom, taking off my shirt, Shin Ayoung followed suit. It seemed natural enough, but unexpectedly, Yoon Hyeyoon also began removing her clothes. "...Didn't you shower already? You smelled nice before." "I was sweating a lot in the hallway while waiting for someone. I need to wash up again." "Then let's shower together. It's a bit cramped, but we'll manage." Faced with her determined gaze, I relented. Even if I refused, they'd probably come in halfway, and there weren't many traces of intimacy left, minimizing the risk of discovery. "Since you worked hard, you shower first, oppa." "Alright." I was half-pushed towards the showerhead. As water cascaded over me, I stole a glance at their bodies. Bodies that never ceased to arouse. Their demure wait for their turn was undeniably alluring. With a sly grin, I met their eyes in turn. Shin Ayoung approached first. "Honey~ Let me wash your body for you. Stay still." "Honey!? What's with that title, unni?" "Though oppa is nice, doesn't honey express a deeper connection? Honey also approved." Swaying her hips playfully, Shin Ayoung approached. Squeezing out a generous amount of body wash, she placed her hands on my shoulders. The cold lotion meeting warm hands created an intriguing sensation. After soaping my back, she moved around, gently washing my arms, chest, and lower body. Except for one critical area. "Aren't you going to wash here?" "Oh my. It's so fearsome that I couldn't make eye contact and forgot." "That's nonsense." With a chuckle, I looked at Yoon Hyeyoon. Perhaps she'd approach after seeing me. 'Or not?' My assumption was off. Yoon Hyeyoon was fixated on something else, not my groin. Following her line of sight, I landed on Shin Ayoung's rear. Indeed, it was enticing, but not something overly significant, right? As I tilted my head in confusion, Yoon Hyeyoon spoke up. "Unni, what's that on your butt?" "Huh? What?" "The plastic thing shining between your cheeks." For a moment, Shin Ayoung's active hands halted. She shot me an awkward glance. Hadn't I told her to go home with the anal plug in? Removing it would cause a mess of evidence, revealing my excuse of being busy at work as false. Praying for Shin Ayoung to handle it well, I realized there was another hurdle. Drip... A lapse in tension prompted something white to appear between her thighs. Fixated on Shin Ayoung’s lower half, Yoon Hyeyoon pointed accusingly. "See...! You two did it after all!" Caught red-handed. As Yoon Hyeyoon approached, I stayed silent, eyes darting around. Squeezing more body wash, she began lathering it onto herself. Making sure her chest was covered in a rich lather, she wedged my arm between them. "You said we'd have fun with the three of us today... Breaking the rules." "Apologies. We'll make up for it with back-to-back fun later." "For sure. And... since you already had your turn, is it okay if I go first?" "Yes... it wasn't intentional. Oppa just looked too delicious to resist." "...I agree with that." She called me delicious? Quite a flattering statement to make, considering I was there. Enjoying the sensation of her soft chest brushing against my arm, I locked eyes with Shin Ayoung. Her tongue slightly protruded, as if saying, 'Whoops, we've been caught.' Cosily reverberating in my mind. "Ayoung, lean your backside toward me." "Okay... here." With her hands on the sink, Shin Ayoung stretched back. Dousing the area with water, I grasped the anal plug. Thanks to the semen, it slipped out with a 'pop.' "Ah...! Hmm..." "May I wash you as well?" "Please do as you wish, honey..." As I inserted my ring and middle fingers into the contracting space, the tightened entrance embraced them. The warmth mixed with remnants of semen prompted me to gradually extract it. "Mmm...! Ooh...! Your touch is so naughty." "I'm just cleaning, but Ayoung seems to be the one enjoying it." "Pressing below while saying that...! Ahh!" **Chapter 232: The Blind Test of Sensation** It seems like challenges are all the rage these days. I've already agreed to a contest with Han Hee-jin, but now Shin Ayoung and Yoon Hyeyoon are proposing a blind sensation test. There wasn’t any overt hostility, but the subtly heated atmosphere indicated they were serious. 'Though they've grown close, perhaps a sense of pride that they bring the most pleasure has pushed things this far.' It seems the latent tension had boiled over after the clandestine encounter with Shin Ayoung earlier. "Oppa, do you have a blindfold?" "Isn't there one at Hyeyoon’s place? I gave it to you as a gift last time." "Oh, right. I'll fetch it quickly." She promptly headed to the door naked and stepped out, now quite comfortable with roaming the hallway unclothed. Admittedly, it's just the next door over. "I didn’t expect Hyeyoon to bring this up." "I guess us lying earlier might have bothered her. She seemed a bit upset." "I do feel guilty, but it's out of our hands now. Besides, you're largely to blame for this, oppa." "...How is this my fault?" How could it be? Sure, I might have touched her, but it was Shin Ayoung who first tempted me with suggestions of a zipper. As I sifted through my thoughts, she gently blew cool air along my shaft while moving her hand up and down. "You keep turning me on, so isn't it natural you'd provoke a reaction like that?" "Even though it was Ayoung who teased me, now it's my fault because I responded? That's totally a criminal’s logic." "Don't worry. This logic only applies to you, oppa." Given her cheerful demeanor, I was at a loss for words. I decided to leave it at that, accepting it as just something to roll with. "Then let's agree it was mutual fault. After all, it was my action that Ayoung found irresistible." "That sounds good. Being partners in crime with you, oppa... It has a certain allure." "What about this is alluring?" "I wonder..." Ayoung’s mind was impossible to decipher. Abandoning any attempt to understand, I reached out, grasped her tender chest, and gave it a firm squeeze. Her pliant flesh and the erect nipple pricking my palm sent a shiver through her. "See? You're making me aroused again by touching my body." "But you touched me first, Ayoung." "Doesn't matter. You're responsible since I'm turned on now." Creak... Bang. Just before another playful debate could ignite, the sound of a door closing next door interrupted us. We separated and returned to our spots as if nothing had happened. "Oh, and just because of earlier, don’t think you’ll get any leniency. I’ll do my best to sway you, so be sure to pick this time." "I’ll choose entirely based on what feels the best, so give it your best shot." Roughly three minutes later, I held a specially designed blindfold in my hands, bought from a shop long ago. It completely blocked sight and sound. Who would have thought I’d end up wearing this? While Ayoung and Hyeyoon went over the rules, I agreed to put it on beforehand. The idea was for me to have no knowledge of the order or any indication of who was who. 'I really can’t hear or see anything. It feels like I’m in a sensory void.' Remembering the last sight I’d seen, I gently lay back, resting. I felt the mattress shift as someone approached. Who would be the first challenger? I focused all my senses on my throbbing member. Swish, swish... Something settled over my lower half, and soon, someone carefully lowered themselves onto my abdomen. Positioned squarely along the line of my stomach, they fell into place just above the shaft. Soft, warm flesh glided along my length, leaving a slick trail of moisture as it coated me. I placed my hand upon the moving buttocks. There was a slight flinch, but the rhythm was uninterrupted. 'With this size and firmness... Is it Hyeyoon?' After so many encounters, I’d memorized their unique signatures. Moments like these made it apparent. If it was Ayoung, her more ample form would spill out past my thighs. After about 30 seconds of teasing my length, movement ceased. Whoever it was, they gripped the shaft, aimed it skyward, and began descending to engulf it within their warm depths. A soundless echo of flesh meeting filled my thoughts. Without hesitation, the wet warmth swallowed me to the base, then immediately began a determined ride. The bed shook violently with their fervor, desire evident in each bounce. The tight grip and fervent motions left no doubt about their identity. 'With this grip and angle... Definitely Hyeyoon.' Hips sliding back and forth with aplomb, granting peeks of her puckered rim and splashes of liquid at every thrust. Deprived of my senses, relying on imagination to conjure this scene felt torturous. What felt like another three minutes passed, and the vigorous bouncing slowed. My partner tensed, milked every inch, and signaled their peak. 'You said you'd make me last, yet you came first?' Despite her sensitivity at the peak, she managed small movements, admirable yet insufficient. Falling into place, she unleashed a molten geyser onto my abdomen. A trembling form. What kind of expression was she wearing? What sounds escaped her lips? I resisted the urge to lift the blindfold, yearningly flexing my length. Recognizing my signal to continue, she resumed, slower but hotter, clinging more desperately. It took another three minutes before I finally released. * Sitting beside the bed, Shin Ayoung watched Yoon Hyeyoon, lost in her rhythm. Having lost the initial rock-paper-scissors, and feeling guilty over their earlier tryst, she offered the first turn. 'Looks like she's thoroughly enjoying herself... Makes me want to go again.' From the initial penetration, Hyeyoon’s mouth hung open in unrestrained pleasure, her expression distorted blissfully. Each sway brought about a dribble of drool and primal moans. Her heightened enjoyment compared to their usual threesomes was palpable. "Hahh...! Ghah...! Nghhh...!" There it was again. Though it felt like mere moments, her quivering thighs trembled as she succumbed, leaving Ayoung flushed and damp below. 'Prepping myself now isn’t a bad idea if I want oppa to finish quickly later.' Rationalizing her actions, she discreetly toyed with her clitoris, recalling their earlier conversation. 'Unni, how should we set the rules?' 'Obviously, whoever makes oppa climax first wins, right? But once he finishes, his endurance will improve, so how about deducting 20 seconds for the next in line?' 'That sounds great. So, from insertion to climax. As for order...' 'Rock-paper-scissors.' 'And positions? If we do face-to-face seated, he might guess from our bust size, or hair length could give it away.' 'Maybe... rear entry with just the bottom in contact. What do you think?' 'That might be best. Alright then... rock-paper-scissors!' "Haaah! Nghhh! Hmmmm...." The sweetness of fresh moans shook her from her reverie. Shaking her head vigorously, she turned toward the source of her interrupted thoughts. "Nghh...! Hahh..." Tongue completely extended, claiming the bed with a gush from her ejaculation, Hyeyoon seemed to struggle with maintaining pace as she peaked prematurely. 'Come to think of it... Lately, oppa's size seems a bit larger, and there’s a knack for hitting just the right spots...' Whether it was the Avatar sex or the brief encounters on the way home, every encounter left my legs trembling and head spinning. Not that it wasn’t pleasurable before, but I’ve never felt such dizzying delight until now. 'It feels like he gained some new ability. Like when he said my skin tasted like strawberries while sucking on my chest... His incessant focus on pleasing me...' Quick to pick up on changes, the rhythmic slapping returned, echoing throughout the room. "Hah! Ahh! Ugh..." Even as her legs trembled, Hyeyoon diligently took him down to the hilt and back repeatedly. Her eyes, unfocused, leaked drool that slowly dripped from her tongue. 'I can’t wait for my turn...' As my recently calmed body reignited with heat, my lower abdomen throbbed intensely. His formidable prowess pinpointing my G-spot, amplified by his relentless thrusts, was a tantalizing memory. Imagining him inside, my hand drifted to my clitoris when Hyeyoon’s rear rose off him again. "Ahh...! Hahh... Hah!" As his shaft flexed urgently, an unmistakable sign he was releasing, I momentarily froze in awe at the enticing scene before checking the clock. '6 minutes and 10 seconds. Can I pull it off faster than that?' I swallowed nervously. In my current state, confidence wavered. Maintaining composure initially seemed possible, but it was clear from my vivid imagination I’d soon be crying out in animalistic ecstasy. But I couldn’t let this deter me. The contest was to prove mine brought the most pleasure. Projecting an air of confidence, I tapped Hyeyoon's back as she basked in her afterglow. "Hehe...?" "6 minutes and 10 seconds. Now, I'll give oppa a quick clean-up and start once he's ready." "Okay... But just a little longer like this... hmm!" Hyeyoon writhed as if reluctant to detach herself, a feeling I knew well. The comforting sensation of warmth spreading evenly inside, lingering on... I withdrew, allowing her to relish it further. Pulling out immediately after receiving the essence of oppa would’ve been too cruel. Once she finished cleaning, Hyeyoon stepped aside, clearing the way for me to begin in the position we’d agreed upon. I took a moment to admire oppa’s face one last time before I took a grasp of him, ready to start. **Chapter 233: Remove the Condom with Your Grip** 'A solid 9 out of 10.' Not from dissatisfaction, but because the brief pause when she reached her climax momentarily interrupted the pleasure. However, she did gain bonus points for meticulously cleaning up afterward, earning a solid 9. Roughly 10 seconds after her lips left, the bed shifted again, marking the entrance of the next contender. Once more, the prelude was brief, immediate contact from eager, slick folds. 'No foreplay needed, huh? Must have been waiting eagerly.' Having witnessed the vigorous ride earlier up close made sense of the impatience. Steeling myself, I waited as broader hips sat firmly atop my thighs. 'That confirms it’s Ayoung. According to the app, there’s a 7cm difference between them.' Heightened sensitivity made discernment clear. Recognizing the signature soft hair brushing my abdomen confirmed it. When my tip met her depths, her upper body leaned, extending her rear outward. Creak, creak... While the first encounter was wild and vertical, the second demonstrated control—with gentle enveloping and sidelong motions, it was technically adept. It was an artful balance—slowly melting away thoughts, extracting a response before you realized it—the kind of pleasure impossible to resist. 'Both have their unique ways. It's hard to decide on a winner.' Choosing might have favored one, but inevitably, the other would raise hellfire. Avoiding favor was strategic. After about 5 minutes, her spinning hips continuously pressed on, encouraging release. Sensing my growing tension, she picked up speed. The bed shook in tandem, translating into pulsating pressure inside me. Just before the peak, as she lifted her hips, a cooling rush signaled my climax. Jerking in waves, each spurt was accompanied by a responsive tightening, catching every drop. Pressing down, it seemed she wanted every inch absorbed near her core. With pulses synced between us, her body eventually lifted, leaving me to remove the blindfold at last. 'As expected, the last one was Ayoung.' Standing before the bed, the two awaited solemnly. Sweat beaded on Ayoung’s forehead made it evident she was the last participant. "Oppa... Between the first and the second, which was better?" "Tell us truthfully, please, honey." Their expectant gazes met mine. Sticking with my prepared response, I spoke. "Honestly, both were so good I couldn’t choose." "...What does that mean?" "Please, make a decision." "I mean it. Both have such unique qualities, like choosing between pizza and fried chicken." The analogy seemed to strike a chord, as they quietly exchanged looks. Hyeyoon lifted her phone, showing the time. "Unni, we have the same time for oppa finishing. A tie." "Seems so..." The seriousness with which they evaluated the situation surprised me. As I mirrored their expressions, a bright idea suddenly came to mind. "Hyeyoon, do you still have that condom from yesterday?" "Huh? A co-condom? Yes, I have them." "What’s this about a condom? Did you two sneak off without me yesterday?" "No, no, unni, it's not like that. Seriously, we just bought condoms. Nothing happened." Yoon Hyeyoon waved her hands in denial. Convinced by my nod of affirmation, Shin Ayoung’s suspicious gaze softened. "Anyway, could you bring it over? I've got an idea for a second round." The moment I had watched online once had me captivated, enough to linger in my mind as a fantasy. Today’s scenario seemed perfect to try it out. Shortly after, I received a box of XL condoms from Hyeyoon, who had casually walked the hallway nude again. Reassured by the untouched packaging, Shin Ayoung let out a small sigh of relief. "Here, take one each." "What are we doing with these? Having a contest to see who can blow the biggest balloon?" "Should we try?" "Just joking." Joking around, I summoned an avatar and positioned it on the floor. Standing beside it, I motioned the ladies to the bed. Perhaps because of what had just transpired, Hyeyoon took the spot in front of me, while Ayoung settled before the avatar. "We're going to have a condom application and removal contest." "Huh...?" "Demonstrate how provocatively you can apply this, then remove it with your strength." I watched intently as my shaft was brought near their faces, waiting to see their moves. Hyeyoon was first to act. She deftly opened the package, pushing her lips forward. Fixing the condom, she slowly covered me from the tip down. "Mm...ngh...! Ughhh..." Having received this treatment before, the skill had slipped my mind due to rarely needing to use them. Finding a more enticing method seemed impossible. Ayoung seemed to agree, quickly placing the package's contents into her mouth. She gently unrolled it down the shaft, sliding it into her throat. "Hmm... Puha... ahh...!" "Ha... Ha..." Once the condom smoothly reached the base, they each glanced up. For thoroughness, they ensured a proper fit by gripping the base with their teeth. "Both get perfect scores." Satisfied with their work, they beamed under the transformed shade of the shaft before turning themselves around. Kneeling at the bed’s edge, they leaned forward, inviting with droplets marking the sheets. "For this round, we’ll see how it holds. After climaxing, can your grip separate the condom?" "Is that... even possible?" "We'll find out." Aligning the heads with their eager openings, I anchored their hips and pressed forth, greeted by warm, willing flesh. "Haah...! Feeling a condom... it’s different, husband." "Not a fan?" "It's just... the sensation change." "How does it feel for you, Hyeyoon?" "Not bad, but I prefer oppa’s raw form..." "If you win this, I’ll indulge you just the way you like." Upon hearing that, both tightened around me, conveying their determination to savor my bare essence. Such honest responses. Smiling, I began to thrust rhythmically. "Ah! Even with a condom... oppa, I like it!" "Me too... ngh! I can still feel it...!" Despite the condom's presence, the effects of their essence-enhanced pleasure promised heightened sensitivity, their moans echoing louder than before. Thin protection couldn’t dim the sensations enough to dull my reactions, with their gripping warmth enticing all the same. 'This aroma... I've smelled it before.' Heavy scent rising from the juices coated on the condom—an all-too-familiar peach aroma. Bringing my fingers to my tongue, I tasted the lingering residue. ‘Peach?’ Its sweetness unmistakably burst across my palate. Excited, I pressed further, questioning. "Hyeyoon, what's your favorite fruit?" "Hnng...? Suddenly asking that... ah!" "Just curious." "Umph... I love peaches...!" I see. Preferring peaches, huh? If it’s not just coincidence, Ayoung likely favors strawberries. "What about you, Ayoung? What’s your favorite fruit?" "For meee... I love husband's shaft the most...!" "...You can eat with your lower mouth but never bite with the upper one, right?" "Kidding... ngh! Strawberries for me...!" Her response confirmed my theory on its manifestation method. Confident now, the sweat on my back felt sweeter than before. Crouching, I brought my face to Hyeyoon's back. While less pronounced than the essence, it was noticeable enough for a taste. After a few indulgent licks, energy coursed through me. "Yes! Yes... stay there..." "Ahh! More...!" The floor had long since grown slick from their essence. Its sticky warmth seeped between my toes. "Hahh! Yes... harder...!" "Nnngh! Khh... Ahh...!" The tighter the grip got, the more pronounced their breathing, pushing us toward the brink of climax. "I'm going to come." Who knows if they consciously absorbed my words, but instinctively, they knew what was coming. Tensing in anticipation, I prepped for the finale. Throb...!! Throb...!! Throb...!! The condom swelled as the tide of essence erupted, cascading to its final destination past toes to heels. "Ahh...! Yess....!" In sync with their exquisite approval, I withdrew. My hefty burden shifted, questioning whether the barrier might soon fail, but for now, I removed myself slowly. Squeeze... Remarkably, as though recalling their task, a fierce grip locked onto me, challenging the condom’s hold. Ignoring the subtle command not to escape, I gently withdrew, feeling the condom slip away in the process. 'Their grip is phenomenal.' Impressed, I gave each a playful pat on the rear, and they responded with joyful wiggles. After what felt like ages, I finally managed to extricate myself. Catching my breath, I kneeled down just in front of their intimate junctions. The condom hung loosely from the entrance, like a prized trophy. Grabbing its end, I gently tugged, only for the opening to resist, as if not wanting to let go of what it had enveloped. "Hahhh... Husband... Who won this time?" "I used all my strength; it has to be me, right?" Their faces, still clouded with residual pleasure, turned expectantly, pressing for the outcome. From between their legs, their eager gazes locked onto me. "The result of this round is..."