263 - Wireless On**ole

**Episode 263 - The Magical Clitoris that Pours Wine: A Web Novel Translation** The sultry aroma enveloped the room as Che Ah straddled me. Her legs parted, unabashedly revealing the nectar trailing from her thighs to her knees. "Like a wine factory on its own." Despite the tempting sight of her glistening essence, I wasn't in a hurry. As I leisurely took in the breathtaking view, Che Ah grew impatient, beginning to sway her hips. Tentatively, she lowered her secret over my mouth, as if asking for permission. "Mmm... Yes..." The heat from her core nearly steamed my senses. As my tongue met her sex, soaked in her juices, I plunged directly in. "Ahh... This feels... so strange..." Her voice, though stating it was strange, dripped with sweetness. Eagerly, she sought to cover my lips completely with her womanhood. Her body's honest reactions were bold. Did she realize that she was splayed out provocatively over me? I savored the feel of her coarse hair against my nose and the velvety interior for what felt like an eternity. "Haaah! Unng..." Time seemed to stop as I began to suffocate from her fervor. Che Ah moved her hips, rubbing herself against the spots that brought her pleasure. Unfazed by my lips being drenched, she seemed solely focused on chasing her own delight. Those reactions delighted me. Extending my tongue to its full length, I continued indulging her whims. "Ah... keep going...!" Her thighs quivered, an indication of the weight pressing slightly against my head—a soft yet heavy presence loomed over me as her chest brushed against me due to her bent stature. "Harder... deeper... ahh!" Lightly pressing against her lower abdomen, I felt her insides tighten, releasing a wave of nectar. Splat... Splash... Merely pressing her belly released a deluge, much like a water cooler disperses water at the press of a button. Curious, I placed a hand on her clitoris. The quick friction of my thumb sent delightful tremors through her body, releasing another stream of her sweet essence. "Aah... so good..." I eagerly lapped up every last bit, not letting any go to waste. "Today, the taste is so rich, isn't it, noona?" "What are you saying...?" "Just that it tastes enticingly sensual." Giggling at the suggestive tease, I placed a hand on her ample bosom, skimming over an erect nipple and tracing its outline. The fleeting touch was tantalizing, prompting Che Ah to lean closer, emphasizing the weight of her enticing curves. "Handle them properly... don't tease..." "Where exactly?" "My nipples... squeeze them while pressing..." "Alright." There was something irresistibly endearing about how openly she expressed her desires. I explored tenderly at first, gauging her response before firmly grasping, catching her by surprise. "Ahhhh! Yes...!" "Doesn't it feel like milking? Milkcrate sister." Pulling and rubbing her nipple firmly seemed to evoke sheer pleasure, her spit dropping onto my head. Out of control, she gasped and whimpered, her breath hot and shallow. "I'm not... a cow...!" "With breasts this size and that posture, anyone would think you're being milked." "I said no...!" To keep her from escaping, I buried my face completely against her core again. With more juices flooding than before, I continued until she reached her peak. Splat! Splash... Once Che Ah completed her release, she slumped over me, thighs weakly giving in. She clung to me, resting her chest upon mine. "Feeling good being sucked, huh?" "Aren't you too good at this?" "It's because noona tastes so amazing." "What does that even... mean..." Her breathless voice whispered against my neck, still tinged with excitement. Not fully released from her high, she shifted, aligning herself, our bodies sliding against each other as she prepared for the next act. "Mmm... ngh..." Sharing warmth, Che Ah lifted her torso. Satisfied with my unclothed form, she began toying with my nipples, marvelling at how they stood. "Men's get erect too, huh? But not as big as yours." "...Isn't mine too big, though?" "Stop worrying. I'd suck all day to make them even bigger for you if I could." "Thank you." Lifting her face from my shoulder, she looked straight into my eyes, lips slightly parted, signaling her desire for a kiss. 'Is she craving a kiss?' Pretending not to notice, I watched her coyly rub against me harder, as if eager for a mirrored caress on her upper lips. Her pleading looks were entrancing. Once she seemed to calm, I gently caressed her behind. "Noona, now..." "Ah... yes, okay." She reached into the handbag resting on the dashboard. Out slipped a familiar pack of eight condoms. "Planning for eight rounds today? Making up for the four days we waited?" "No! This is the leftover from last time." Blushing fiercely, she denied my teasing with fervent rejection. Che Ah lacked any resistance to playful banter. With a condom already in hand, it reminded me of that day at the hotel where we exhausted all but one. So now, just one remained. "Does that mean you didn't enjoy last time with me, judging by only bringing one?" "It's not that...!" As Che Ah was about to come up with an excuse, she suddenly froze, realization dawning on her. She halted her search in the handbag. "Let's just enjoy this now. I can't wait any longer." "We're going ahead with it like this?" "Yes. I'll be on top." She swiftly rolled on a condom, slipped it on me, and gripped my shoulders. With slightly unfocused eyes, she guided herself, aiming for an insertion. "Ahhh... This is it... This feeling..." Che Ah's entrance was remarkably tight, swathed in soft flesh. The overwhelming pressure enveloped me, gradually swallowing me whole. The seemingly impenetrable interior stretched, pouring out her excitement. "Mm... ah... So big..." "Did you miss me that much?" "Yeah... I missed Wooin filling me up and... rubbing every sensitive spot with that..." Her hunger drove her to take me all the way in. Even through the thin barrier, I felt her warmth and pulse. Holding her to me, our hips melded, exchanging heat. "This seat looks expensive. Is it okay if it gets wet?" "Don't worry about that now, just focus on this." "Then move how you want, noona. Show me how much you wanted me." "Got it!" Before I even finished speaking, she lifted her hips. The grip threatened to tug off the condom as she rose and then fiercely descended. "Ahhhhh...! Mm! Ngh!" The car shook violently. The continuous force was impossible to ignore, but Che Ah was undeterred, raising her hips again. "So good on the inside..." "It's that good?" "With each rub, it sends shivers down my spine... Ahhh... So good..." Her words began to slur. It made me wonder if shared DNA was at play with her sister having a similar "inexperience." I watched her expression closely as it transformed in real-time. "Ahh... So good! So good...!" Her words faltered when my tip teased her depths, drawing exhilarated moans. Her eyes rolled, her mouth opening wider. Though we’d just begun, her reactions were overwhelming. I wanted to see her break further. As I matched her rhythm, I thrust upward in tandem. Pang... Pang... Pang... "Ahhh! There! Ahhh...!" Her cries grew wild. When I hit her most sensitive spots, she clenched so tightly my release felt imminent, and she let out feral sounds. Her fluids flooded, soaking not only me but also threatening to drench everything further. "Ah... Wooin... I'm gonna...! Going... to...!" With unfocused eyes, she signaled her impending climax. Her face contorted with pleasure, body writhing erratically. Panicked by the immense pressure, I decided to reward her valiant efforts. Holding her tear-streaked yet gorgeous face, I silenced her cries with my tongue. "Mmm... Ahh... Mmmph..." Splat... Splish... Splat... Her muffled sounds erupted into an ecstatic flood, coinciding with my peak. As we gripped each other tightly, Che Ah drew closer, clinging around my neck with fiery passion. "Mmm... ahh... mmm..." We held the pose for an extended time, gasping for air. Survival instinct finally creating space between us. "Did you come with me...?" "Yes, noona. Your body felt amazing." "I love Wooin too... Going while kissing... feels addictive." Though her voice wavered, her mind had cleared. As I tidied her disheveled hair, she kissed me again, tenderly. "Smooch... Smooch... Mm..." Our second kiss was almost endless, indistinguishably mingling our essence. She then slightly opened a window, letting in some air. Carefully removing the condom, she tied it off. Wobble, wobble. Amused by its heft, she swung it playfully before we shifted for another round. Suddenly, Che Ah seemed to remember something. "Wait, Wooin... I'm sorry." "What's wrong?" "I... forgot more condoms..." Her awkward tone was too cute, trying unsuccessfully to shield her handbag from my view. I had an inkling of what she really wanted. With her adorable act in mind, I listened as she revealed her purpose. "So, um, it would be a shame to stop now, and you seem like you’re just getting started... Do you wanna try it naturally just this once?" Forgotten condoms—an age-old preamble to going without. Just hearing it made it clear what she desired. 'Pregnancy trap, really?' Silly thoughts crept in, but I dismissed them. A beautiful, kind, and wealthy woman like her? Unlikely to set a trap. She genuinely seemed driven by curiosity and desire for raw intimacy. Even if she were trying something, I couldn't object. But, for certainty, I needed to ask again. "Are you sure?" "As long as you pull out just before, it should be fine, right?" "That's your body we're talking about. It sounds a bit reckless." "Does it? But if it's with you, I don't mind..." The conversation felt odd, almost as if our roles were reversed. Taking a moment, I gazed into her eyes, trying to make sense of the situation. She seemed genuine. Of course, with built-in contraception, I knew I couldn’t get her pregnant. The fact that Che Ah suggested it showed how much she valued me. Despite the awkward dialogue, it lifted my spirits. "What if your body feels so good I accidentally release inside?" "Then I’ll just take a pill. Does that mean I can experience climax with you inside from now on?" "...Is that what it means?" "Yes, it does." Her eyes sparkled with a hint of excitement. Had her recent climax clouded her reasoning a bit? I dismissed any doubts and gently tapped her thighs. "Alright. Climb on up." "I might not be able to control the timing, so you take the lead, Wooin." Embracing the fully reclined seat, Che Ah presented herself, lifting her hips invitingly. Her enticing movements suggested she couldn't wait any longer. "How is she so provocative after losing it not long ago?" Perhaps it's the pent-up release of 27 years of reserved desire. I spread her cheeks, positioning my tip at her entrance, glistening with anticipation. "Aah... please..." Her opening enveloped me, pulling me in like a conveyer belt. The gripping warmth, the slick inner walls—it made my head spin. 'I haven’t gone bare with Che Ah before.' Despite expecting her to be tight, feeling it first-hand was intense. The sensation without protection was far more intimate, running chills up my spine. For Che Ah, each advance was met with a whimper and a tightening embrace. "Wa-wait, slow down just a bit...! Ah.. ahhh! Ngh..." "So, how does it feel without a condom? There's no comparison, right?" "Yes... Your tip feels larger, scratching all the right spots...! Ah! It's amazing..." Her trembling shoulders, spasming thighs, and how her body reacted all told the same story—she was feeling euphoric. But reaching the depth was truly spectacular. "Aahhh... there... Haah! Ahhh...!" A "womb kiss" made her head tip back, her body vibrating uncontrollably. Even with nowhere else to go, her entrance gripped tightly, refusing release, as if demanding essence. Even idle, her body worked to drain me. "Isn't it a bit tight?" "I-I can't help it...! It’s beyond my control..." Beyond control. This meant it was an instinctual reaction to hold me within. "Is it just doing its own thing?" "Wooin’s size is just so good... ugh! My body just..." Her insides quivered with repeated contractions, eventually settling into a warm, snug embrace. "Go ahead, I'm ready now." Che Ah lowered her hips slightly, easing the way for me to thrust. Appreciating her initiative, I gripped her hips tightly, feeling the weight settle. "Nngh... This is so good..." "Seems like you enjoy it more while pulling out?" "It's nice going in too... ahh! But this angle just reaches so deep..." "Regardless of the position, I hit the end though." "True, but each thrust hits a unique angle... the sensations differ..." Any minimal movement had her moaning softly, shivering in my grasp. Watching her enthralled responses was enjoyable, but it was time to get primal. I thrust forcefully, embedded in her depths. "Ahhh! Ugh! Hah...!" Caught off guard, she clutched the seat tightly. Recognizing the change, she took deep breaths, braced for the oncoming waves of pleasure. Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump! "Ah! Ugh! Ah! W-Wooin...!" Barely three minutes in, her body clamped down, as if trying to halt my movements. But her grip was no match for a fervent male's determination. If anything, the pressure only heightened the pleasure. "Ah! There...! Ah...! Ahh...! Ugh....!" With each increased speed, her breasts danced wildly. Leaning down, I seized them greedily. "This pace is good for you?" "Just... slow down a little! It’s too much!" "But your grip is tighter now." Her depth seemed tailor-made, wrapping me warmly. Panting freely, her limbs clung onto me relentlessly. "I’ll just keep going like this." "No...! Ugh...! Nng...!" Every thrust forced air from her lungs, drawn out in elongated breaths. By slumping helplessly, she endured the relentless thrusts almost violently. "Ahh...! Ugh! Huff...!" Soon her moans descended into a primal rhythm, begging belief this voice was hers. Such gentle, warm tones now surrendered beneath my pleasure-inducing presence. Upon pressing her waist, her hips lifted further, a modest view of her puckered backdoor teasingly displayed. Though sweetly tempting, reality questioned how possible it would be to indulge here. A hopeful alternative was to press the perineum while thrusting vigorously. "Mmm...! Nngh! Ughhhh!" With a guttural cry, her walls convulsed intensely, a clear signal of climax. Thinking back to the previous session at the hotel, the climax had arrived much faster this time. Going bare certainly enhanced the experience for her. I pushed against her tight embrace, increasing the intensity. I was determined to show her the power of raw desire. "You came, didn't you, noona?" "I did...! My body... just gave in...!" "What happened because you came?" "Just stop for a moment...! My mind's gone blank...!" Practically begging, Che Ah cried out. Ignoring her pleas, I continued pounding like a rider urging on a racehorse. Splish! Splash! After three rapid thrusts, her body shuddered, releasing a flood that splashed across the seat and my knees. Overwhelmed by back-to-back orgasms, she quivered, her limbs thrashing uncontrollably. I watched the intensely erotic scene unfold, slowly pulling out. With the plug removed, her entrance oozed white, frothy juices, some splattering across the car. Cleaning would definitely be a challenge. Positioning myself behind her cheeks, I aimed near her rear. A special treat for someone who secretly enjoyed anal play. Splat...!! Splat...!! Splat...!! "Ahh...! Ohhh...!" White cream filled the gap, sticking to her skin. "Ugh... Ahh...!" Her gasping breaths confirmed the lingering sensation. As she writhed slightly, the afterglow extended her pleasure. I gently brushed her disheveled hair aside and cracked the window a bit. Only twenty minutes of tangled bodies in this confined space had suffused the car with a heady aroma. After wafting fresh air around, I checked on her. "Noona, you okay?" "I-I’m fine..." Her slurred speech suggested otherwise. "So what did you think of bare sex? Your reactions were stronger than back at the hotel." "It was amazing... Exceeded my imagination... My vision’s swimming, and my body won’t obey..." Still dazzled by stars before her eyes, Che Ah struggled to hold her head steady. More time for recovery seemed necessary. I stared at her backside, now painted white. The cream of her climax pooled around her innocent-looking entrance, flushed pink from the heat. I reached out, gently caressing the folds with a fingertip. "Eep! Wait, Wooin..." "What’s wrong?" "That’s... dirty..." "It looks cute to me. Pink and neatly piled wrinkles, and how it puckered up as we went at it earlier..." "Don’t say it!!!" Embarrassed, Che Ah sat up abruptly, glaring at me. But her flushed, disheveled face only enticed me more. Even though we’d only gone once here, her indirect acknowledgment meant she wasn’t entirely opposed to another go. So I withdrew my hand peacefully. Instead, I coated my fingers with the creamy residue, offering them to her. "I would hate for it to go to waste, please enjoy." "...Pervert." "Who was sucking me awake this morning, hmm?" "I don’t know." Despite her denial, she shifted closer, diligently licking my fingers clean. After repeating the process, Che Ah settled back into the seat, appearing much more relaxed. "Let's go again." She raised her legs high, fully exposing her readiness. * "Che Ah noona has quite the appetite." Only after we climaxed twice more did I finally escape the car. I was fine, but Che Ah was so thoroughly spent even her limbs were limp, requiring a long rest. Recalling the spirited event, I soon arrived home. To my surprise, the doorstep was empty. No delivery awaited as anticipated. ‘It’s 11:15; why isn’t it here?’ With hours yet to pass, I decided waiting was the best option. Entering my room, I showered and settled down for some rest, losing track of time until nearly midnight. Vrrr... Just as I moved to check again, my phone buzzed. Assuming it was a notification from the app, I investigated. The sender was unexpected. ‘...She’s really obedient.’ Half as a joke, I had made a suggestion, but she took it seriously. Laughing to myself, I focused on the pink gap spread open in the photo. -Han Heejin: As requested, a picture before touching myself. I'll send the rest later. --- 'I’ve been frequenting the No.1 spot a lot these days...' Face-to-face time with oppa was limited to three days a week. Only on Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday, half of which is inevitably spent with unni. Though she claims to be helping with work, perhaps she frequents me too often? Pouting, I noticed the space next to me felt unusually empty today. Work together has been brief, only a couple of months, yet we've bonded quickly, and progressed deeply with Wooin oppa. Resting her chin in her hand, she recalled the thrilling escapades from the counter just yesterday. 'How perverted can he be... making me put a hot bun in my... Then eat it, and even have sex right there...' Accepting the title of "master," she agreed to everything he suggested—within reason, of course. Yet, she willingly did it all because she enjoyed it. Originally motivated by wanting only oppa’s attention on herself, but that motivation grew, filling her heart more each day, becoming irreplaceable. "That’ll be 5,200 won." She completed the transaction mechanically and then reached for her phone. Briefly revisiting old messages with oppa, she recalled something stored inside her handbag. A soft rustle... Neatly folded blue panties, hidden discretely—she quickly glanced around to ensure she was alone. Convinced, she retrieved the secret item. ‘I only asked on a whim, but he really gave it to me…’ The fabric carried a fleeting warmth, hinting at its previous owner, accompanied by a subtle masculine aroma. She hid it under the counter, drawing it closer to her nose, especially the part that had direct contact, inhaling deeply. "Sniff, sniff." Having been recently washed, it held a faint scent of soap mixed with an alluring musk she recognized. Despite its subtlety, she inhaled deeply, concentrating on the scent. "Sigh… Inhale… Sigh… Inhale…" Making sounds that echoed those of a deviant, her senses soon filled with images of him—the large, firm manhood with its prominent veins. To visualize this more vividly, she pressed the panties tightly against her face. At the same time, a vibration buzzed below as she slowly moved a hand downwards—just one more inch to that pleasurable spot... Ding-ding. The sharp bell startled Han Heejin, and she quickly hid what she was holding. Lifting her gaze to see who interrupted her private time, she found herself locking eyes with an unfamiliar person. “Hmm…” Round, cute eyes topped with wavy brown hair framed the face of the woman searching the counter. Their eyes met. "Oh! Heejin's here. Is op-pa not around?" "Hello. Wooin oppa was called away by the manager for a bit." "Manager… You mean the lady with purple hair, right?" "Yes, my older sister." As if piecing together a memory, the stranger’s eyes drifted upwards before clapping her hands in realization. "Ah! The pretty unni! So he left because of her?" "She needed help with the end-of-month reports." "Got it..." Momentarily disappointed, Yoon Haeyoon's lips soon curled into a mischievous smile, bordering on the sly. Han Heejin, sensitive to facial cues, caught this with ease. "Is something the matter?" "No, it's nothing. I just swung by after the gym to see oppa's face, but he’s not here." Haeyoon dismissed her words with a casual shrug before retrieving two sports drinks from the fridge. After quickly paying, she offered one. "Here, have this for energy. Must be tough working alone." "It's really not hard at all." "Alright, then. Unni will head out now." "Goodbye." With a swift turn, she headed for the door, her leggings accentuating her fit shape. As Han Heejin watched Haeyoon's retreating form, words escaped her lips. "Seems she's been hard at work elsewhere, no wonder it’s so quiet~" Perhaps she was referring to the quietness of the convenience store with just her around? Despite the slight discord in tone, she chose to ignore it. Ding-ding. With Haeyoon gone, silence reigned again. Han Heejin retrieved the hidden panties once more. Rumpled from being pressed against her face, she stared at them before deciding against continuing and neatly folded them back into her handbag. Yoon Haeyoon's cheerful expression lingered in her mind. ‘Doesn't she get jealous knowing oppa is hanging out with someone as beautiful as my sister?’ It could be that she trusted Wooin oppa that much, or perhaps she hadn’t even considered the possibility. "Hmph. She doesn’t know the kinds of things we get up to." A sly grin spread across Han Heejin's face as she looked at oppa's message, a mischievous gleam reminiscent of a playful cat burglar. --- Though the image of her immaculate body did spark something, it was the lines that followed which truly stirred my senses. "When she says she’ll send the rest later." It was an open invitation: a promise to pleasure herself using my panties. Reassured no one was at the door, I raced back to my room. Despite the empty doormat, I opted to focus on this enticing entertainment first. I grabbed a small discreet adult toy and engaged its voyeur mode. Heejin was sprawled on the bed, her eyes fixed on the screen as if awaiting a message from me. "Sigh... actually sent it. It’s the first time since that jerk..." Unable to keep still, she began gently rubbing her clitoris. Though tempted to call, I resisted, more curious about her next move without directives. I sent a straightforward message instead. -Woojin Park: Don’t forget to send the post-masturbation pictures. -Han Heejin: Okay. She replied with a hint of dissatisfaction. "Why so indifferent when you set all this up... tch." Tossing her phone aside, she burrowed into the bed. After rolling around a bit, the soft sheets indulging her senses, she pulled out the panties and lifted them up. The overhead light filtered through the fabric. Squinting at the brightness, she curled into a fetal position, burying her nose in the panties. "Inhale… Sniff… I thought he'd direct something perverted, but it's mundane…” She inhaled deeply, another hand slipping between her thighs. Closing her eyes, she began to imagine. Every twitch sent ripples through her body, low moans escaping her as she warmed the panties. "Sigh... Since earlier, the scent's fading..." But it wasn't enough. She spread her legs wider, quickening the pace on her budding clitoris for satisfaction. "Ahh... oppa..." Her desperate call had blood surging south. To think, Heejin was pleasuring herself while drenched in my scent. A spectacle impossible to buy. Yarning every blink of necessity, her motions turned to face the ceiling, spreading completely. "Sigh... I really do seem like a pervert..." With the panties draped over her face, she exposed every vulnerable inch of herself. It surpassed absurdity, a clownish display. "Ugh... Ahhh... Mm...!" Despite her embarrassment, she continued to caress herself, gliding her fingers up and down her beautifully closed entrance. As her fingers collected slickness, she boldly inserted two fingers without hesitation. "Ahhh... ahh... oh, oppa... it's so good there..." Her pace was unexpectedly intense right from the start, not gradually building up as one might expect. With every deeper breath, her chest rose, nipples proudly erect. As her fingers moved in and out with slick, transparent juices coating them, the rhythm quickened. "Ahhhh! Feels so good... so good..." A girl pleasuring herself while thinking of me—it was a sight impossible to ignore. The best option would be to join her or turn on translucent mode, but that wasn't possible at the moment. Opting for the next best thing, I grabbed my phone, pulling out my manhood, and dialed her number. Bzzz... Bzzz... Even with several rings, she showed no sign of answering, too preoccupied with her self-indulgence. "Damn it... why now... who's calling?" After two more tries, Han Heejin reluctantly sat up, irritation clear. Scratching her head, she checked the screen, her demeanor shifting as she answered. "Hello, Master." "Why didn’t you answer immediately?" "I was... in the middle of something." "Vague answers don't help." During the call, her hands hadn’t stopped, keeping the arousal alive. However, sensing my intention to reward her, she switched to a seductive tone. "I was... thinking about you, while touching myself…" "Thinking of me?" "Yes, I wanted to show you how messy my lower parts got just for you." Her response was spot on, passing my indirect test. "Is that so? Sorry for interrupting. Want any help?" "Please, just keep talking to me like this." With her ear pressed closer to the speaker, she looked adorably eager. I decided to give a better reward than originally planned, seeing her genuine interest. "Hold on, I’ll call back. Answer when I do." "Okay." I positioned my phone to perfectly capture my fully erect length and started the video call. Once connected, I presented myself boldly. "Here's your favorite, your master's cock. Is this enough for you?" Hearing my voice, Han Heejin dropped the phone in excitement, and after some rummaging, her face appeared on screen. Her wide eyes spoke volumes. "Yes... ♡"