301 - Wireless On**ole

Episode 301: The Helpful Bovine Sister She prepared to move, her body twitching slightly in anticipation. With a determined effort, she adjusted herself to my shape, secreting her own lubrication to allow for smooth movement. Truthfully, she was already wet enough to proceed immediately, but she waited patiently. I savored the sensation of her inner movements as her body slowly rose upward. Just before fully revealing myself, her hips came crashing down with a force reminiscent of a sudden drop. "Ah! Uh..." A heavier shockwave than any felt before reverberated through my lower body. Instead of a simple back-and-forth, she was moving directly up and down, heightening the intensity. She shifted her weight, as if to check herself, then began a steady pace in a mounted position. Creak, creak... The bed matched the intensity of our movements with its own springy response. Pressed so hard into it that I could feel the springs on my back, my body would naturally bounce back. Then, upon returning, I felt as if I would puncture through her, only for her hips to draw me back out with a scratch against her walls. "Heh! Haah! Ah..! Uhh..." Quickly rubbing against those sensitive spots, her facial expression soon twisted with pleasure. Her tongue slipped out, soaked in drool, her eyes unfocused and distant. But that wasn't all. Her once recessed nipples stood erect, indicating her peak excitement. I timed my thrusts, caressing her lower stomach as our bodies met. Whose fluids these were, I couldn't tell, but they had slightly dampened her hair. As I moved further down past her soft fur, I found her exposed clitoris and gently rubbed it with my thumb. She threw her head back and released a throaty, delighted moan. "Does it feel good?" "So good...! Woojin, you're amazing...!" "Seems like you're enjoying this a lot. Have you been holding back?" "Who's been... making those sounds for me... all night long...!" "Even after two rounds of self-care, your fingers weren't enough, huh?" Realizing the deliberate tease, Chaeyoung squinted her eyes. She added extra stimulation to her thrusting, rotating her hips in a circular motion like a blender. The sensation of her tightness rubbing unpredictably sent my mind into a momentary blankness. "Ahh! Ohh! Ugh...! Huhuh!" But Chaeyoung's state was even more acute. Her well-formed tip rubbed against her insides, leaving her operating almost purely on instinct. Her hips pumped wildly, and uncontrollable moans escaped her lips like an animal. How long had she been holding back to already be at her limit? I released her clitoris, instead gripping her slender waist tightly. Supporting her movements, I thrust with vigor. "Haa! Uhh! Ngh...! Huh!" "Isn't it too fast?" "Isn't this better than Heejin's? Faster and tighter...!" "It's great. Just like this, please." "My body, does it feel good...?" "Your body is the best." Where else in the world would you find a sister comparing herself to her sibling in such a manner? And this isn't about mere looks or academics, but other pleasures. 'I suppose their shared DNA makes them equally competitive.' Thinking that their actions were all for my favor, I couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. Without revealing my emotions, I reached under her shirt, grasping her bouncing chest firmly. Despite the sizable hold, my arm followed the rhythm of her movements. "Ughh...! Huuh! How about my chest?" "I've never seen anyone bigger in my life." "Really...?" "And it's so soft and satisfying to hold." "Thank you." When I applied more pressure, my hands completely encompassed her, and her body gripped me tighter in response. The internal structure became intensely palpable as she arched her back, changing her angle. Her nipples stood proudly at the peak of her voluptuous chest, with her lower and midsection revealing an exquisite softness. She had a flawless body without flaw. Thinking of such a beauty servicing me in her office wear stirred a response within me. Noticing the growth in her grip, Chaeyoung clung more forcefully, as if to draw everything out. Although I hadn't said I was close, her instincts were perfectly attuned. The tightening pressure, much like trying to extract every drop, made me release. Brbrubrr...!! Brbrbrr...!! Brbrbrubrr...!! "Ahhh...! Haaah...Ughh!" Upon release, she let out sweet moans, trembling across her whole body. Her hips clamped down, preventing even a single drop from escaping. Added with the vibrating pressure, it seemed every bit was extracted. Once the intensity subsided, Chaeyoung wiped sweat from her forehead and spoke. "Ha...ha... I'll continue right away..." "Are you able to?" "They say men are most sensitive right after release, right? I'll make it feel even better than just now." She began turning around while looking at me steadily. Though still inside, any friction caused her to shiver down to her thighs. And thus, the scene shifted. From a view of her face and chest to her backside. Her sweat-stained shirt clung to her, and just beneath her skirt, her rhythmic movements welcomed me. There was nothing unappealing from any angle. Especially captivating was the sight of her lips clinging tightly, even as juices slowly trickled out. I applied some onto myself before offering an experimental touch. "Ughh...! Woojin... that's...!" "Feels good, doesn't it?" "...Are you interested?" "I am. It's just that yours down here is beautiful, too." Though she initially resisted, my gentle acceptance and teasing brought about delighted tremors in her body. Even if she couldn't voice it, she was clearly loving every moment. ‘It’s been a while since the last time we tried anal for a health reason, hasn’t it?’ As sensitive as her other parts, Chaeyoung experienced successive climaxes quite a bit. Given the delicate nature of it, she probably hadn’t had the courage to bring it up first in reality. I playfully smacked her reddened rear, breaking the tension. "Uh! W-why do that?" "Seeing this and not acting on it would be the strange thing." "R-really? Anyway, I’ll get started again. Just relax and lie back; I’ll handle everything." As her two entrances stretched slightly apart, her slick member reemerged, coated in juices. Once the tip lodged against her entrance, she wiggled her hips teasingly. "This position hits the right spots, doesn't it?" "Keep moving like that. It’s incredible." "Got it." With a sly grin, she began to undulate her hips faster. Squish, squish, squish... Chaeyoung moved with similar speed as before. Every time her mound and thighs met, a mixed white fluid of lubrication and remnants seeped. Visually stimulating as it was, it felt somewhat less thrilling than the front. Sitting up, I wrapped my arms around her waist. "Could I see your face, please?" "Why...? Was this position not good?" "I just really wanted to see you, that’s all." She turned her head, hair brushed aside, revealing a face even more enthralled than before. Indeed, seeing her face directly was always the best, surpassing any view of her chest or rear. After promptly turning her back around, I lay her down on the bed. "W-wait! I was supposed to do it this time..." "Just hold still." I lifted her skirt higher, spreading her legs. Looming over her while settling into the mating press position, the unfamiliar angle left her blushing fiercely, averting her gaze. Her tension was evident in the way she clenched, gripping tightly. Yet soon enough... "Mwah... ssmooch... ngh...! Haah..." When I kissed her, she lost herself, forgetting her current state, and eagerly entwined her tongue with mine. As her previously tensed body gradually relaxed, I thrust down vigorously. "Uhn! Hah! Ooo...! Mmph..." She continued the deep kiss, clutching my face to maintain contact. Our heated, sticky exchange left us both satisfied, culminating in back-to-back releases. An hour later. While organizing Heejin's room, Chaeyoung went off to shower. As I busied myself with the bedsheets, she emerged in her underwear, gently massaging her waist and sides. "Is your back hurting a lot?" "I was in that curled-up position for so long that it's a bit... but it’s not your fault, Woojin!" "I can give you a massage." I placed my hands on her elegantly curved back. Applying pressure, she shivered with a sweet sound escaping her lips. "Uh... G-gently, please..." "Pressure like this helps relieve fatigue." As I worked over her impossibly soft skin, Chaeyoung turned her head back. Again she leaned, tongue out, lips parted. How much does she love kissing? This time, I grinned mischievously, giving her only the briefest one. "Mmph..." Chaeyoung expressed her disappointment with a look but rose without protest. "Now that everything’s sorted out, let’s head out. And don’t forget what I told you." "About being home by 10 p.m.?" "Yep. I’ll message you the security code for the front door, so make sure to come." "Got it." "Then I'll take you home. Let’s go." She arrived wearing casual clothes, contrasting sharply with her prior office attire. Nevertheless, even this look drove me crazy with arousal. She drove me comfortably to my place, sitting beside me in the passenger seat. "See you later." "Take care getting inside." I waved until she vanished from sight, briefly savoring a moment of peace. ‘Feels like the calm before the storm... I wonder how Heejin will react tonight.’ I turned to enter the house. Rustle. Someone hastily concealed themselves behind a post. Very suspicious. Pretending to enter the house, I caught a glimpse in their direction. Crouching behind the pillar in shorts and a t-shirt was Park Seo-yun. "...What are you doing there?" "Umm... I dropped a coin, and it rolled over here." Oh, sure. Quite the obvious lie, but I left it unchallenged. Staring at her eyes darting around, I wondered why she bothered hiding. ‘Did she see me get out of Chaeyoung’s car? Maybe she thinks she caught me cheating or something.’ Undoubtedly, she'd be brewing suspicions about my relationship with Chaeyoung. Especially after the incident where I unloaded in her bag at the convenience store, it was 100% likely. But regardless of Park Seo-yun's thoughts, it made no difference to me. Pointing at my house with feigned indifference, I asked, "Did you find your coin?" "It seems to have rolled in too deep. I can't reach it." "I'll get it for you. Move aside." "No, no, no! That's okay. Let's just go." Startled to her feet, she held a plastic bag in her right hand. Seeing my gaze, Park Seo-yun opened it and slowly withdrew an item. "I just got some coffee from the store. I felt peckish." Trying to stress she wasn't spying, she showed the bag full of similar plastic caffeine containers. Nodding, she offered me one. "Here, have a drink." "Thanks. This is why rich friends come in handy." "...Give it back." "It was a joke. Just some nonsense from a good friend." I smiled as I opened the drink. With a sip, she dared to breach the real topic, curiosity evident in her glance. "You seem really close with the manager I saw back then, huh? Driving around together on the weekend — you must not be just friends, right?" "We just happened to meet, and she kindly gave me a ride home." "You were waving for a long time though, weren't you?" "If you give me a ride in your car, I'll wave ten times as long." And I meant it. Riding alone with a popular idol in a car worth billions? That’s a story I could dine out on for life. "If you can handle all the scandals, I'll take you for a ride." "I don't mind, but aren't you the one who would be in trouble?" "Is that so?" Normally, you'd think you were the problem. Maybe she's not worried since she's already earned enough to live comfortably for life? Her response, seemingly a bit unhinged, actually made me feel more awkward. As I sipped my coffee again, Park Seo-yun casually called my name. "By the way, Woojin." "Yeah?" "Did you find anything about that girl?" She keeps asking about that. I was planning to look into it next week, but she's really impatient. I could just say I was too busy to care, but wouldn’t teasing her be more fun? I pondered how to shatter that bright-eyed look. Feigning a serious dilemma, I frowned and stroked my chin. "I was planning to look for her right away, but then a serious problem came up." "W-what kind of problem?" "She’s a virgin." "...Huh?" "That girl is a virgin. There’s a thin membrane inside the onahole blocking the way." Having been on edge anticipating a real issue, Park Seo-yun’s expression changed to disbelief at my nonsense. However, her face soon started growing pale. "Wh-why is that a problem?" "I can overlook anything, but a virgin feels... different, you know?" "Of course! For guys, it doesn't leave any trace, but for women, it's a once-in-a-lifetime piece of evidence!" She nodded vigorously, eyes wide. Then, catching on to my subtle tone, she leaned in, hoping for a hint of clarity. "So, what are you going to do?" "I feel like I should teach her a lesson for messing with me, but then again, good reason says breaking a virgin might be a bit much." "You're so kind, Woojin. To even show mercy to someone who troubled you." "I do have a kind side. Lots of empathy too." "Yeah, you always seem like that. Helping others and being accommodating." Did that ever happen? Where is she coming up with these stories? I ignored Park Seo-yun as she showered me in baseless compliments and headed up to the first floor. She hurriedly followed, her eyes wide and shiny. Anticipating another round of flattery, I pre-empted her. "Can I ask you something?" "Sure, what is it?" "Are you a virgin?" "...What?" Park Seo-yun stopped in her tracks. She blinked repeatedly as if she couldn't believe what she’d just heard, frozen in place. I was aware such a question could land me in a police situation, yet I asked it, sure she wouldn’t react that way. "No particular reason, just starting by checking those around me slowly. I have to be thorough." "O-oh! I see..." Beads of sweat dotted her forehead. Considering her image, claiming virginity would be natural, but avoiding immediate suspicion was clearly her priority. She seemed to finish her internal debate, confidently placing her hand on her hip. "Do you really think at my age I'd have no experience? Back in school, I was receiving a confession a day!" "You do seem very popular with guys." "Of course! I was quite wild back then. Guys were lining up, and it was hard to turn them down." Imagining her past, she gave a wistful sigh, tossing her hair. To an outsider, her claims might seem impressive, but to me, it was just laughable. 'What does she mean by having no real experience?' I’m aware of her intact virginity, yet here she is, claiming abundant experience to avoid suspicion. Is this what they call a pristine masquerade? Admittedly, Park Seo-yun has had her share of peculiar experiences. 1. Struggling with a wireless connected dildo, covered in seed. 2. Taking it inside while preserving the hymen. 3. Serving as the go-to guy’s service for the neighbor. 4. Claiming lots of experience despite being a virgin. 'Listing them like that, it really sounds like a sassy parody.' Each feat is worthy of a life achievement, yet she’s completed all four. Anxious or not, she’s behind most of this outcome; she’s the one who ended up here. With mixed incredulity, I chuckled softly entering the first floor. I deliberately mouthed loud enough for her to catch. "Guess she's not to blame..." Instantly, relief washed over Park Seo-yun’s face. Though she's yet unaware, she dug her own grave. I scratched my head, nodding toward the elevator. "Shall we go up?" "Sure." Once home, I relaxed until it was nearly 10 PM. It was time to head out. --- Tap, tap. "What on earth could this mean?" Heejin stared intently at her phone, nervously tapping her thumb in circles. Heejin: Did you get back okay, oppa? Heejin: Didn't get caught, right? Woojin: Sort of 50-50? Heejin: Seriously, did you get caught??? Woojin: Ran into someone downstairs, but I kind of brushed it off. She reread their conversation multiple times. His answer seemed somewhere between being caught and not. 'If I had really been caught, my sister would have had a terrifying expression this morning.' To be honest, a part of her exaggerated the sounds last night because of some unspoken rivalry. It was a show of sorts to prove she was every bit as capable as her sister. Swallowing her regret, the bell rang, signaling a visitor. Quickly, she turned off her screen and looked up. "Welcome... Oh, it's you, sister. Tough day?" "Whew... The people from headquarters are so strict. Mind shutting the door for a moment? They’re way too inquisitive." "Y-yeah, they are." Her sister wore an expression of exhaustion. It was clear she had been through quite a bit, though exactly what she endured was unknown. "Oh, right, Heejin." "Yes?" Heejin’s heart skipped a beat, fearing her sister might mention running into Woojin. She found it hard to meet her sister's gaze, silently praying for someone to interrupt them. Fortunately, what followed was nothing of concern. "I’ve got to head out again because work's pretty hectic right now. You'll probably have to hold down the fort by yourself today." "That's fine. I'm used to the work now anyway." "I'll contact you later, so please hold the fort until then." "Okay." It seemed something must have come up because of what broke earlier. Heejin sighed with relief, glancing around the empty store she was left to manage. "Seems like she really doesn’t know. Maybe I could do this again later?" * Ding ding. "Our little Heejin’s all grown up now... Acting completely innocent in front of her sister." Han Chae-ah’s eyes narrowed as she glanced back. Though she wanted to lecture her sister, she didn’t have the time and quickly turned towards the parking lot. "It takes about an hour from here to the store... Plus the time to choose and try things on... Busy, busy." She recalled the store she had searched for earlier. With the weekend traffic, it might take longer than expected. Vroom...! She started the engine, welcoming the gentle hum of the car vibrating through her body. Fastening the seatbelt snugly between her chest, she watched the navigation system boot up and display a list of her recent searches. [Cosplay Store] [Adult Toy Store] [Shop for Sexy Outfits] "Just a maid cosplay? Surely that can’t be enough." She chuckled to herself, stepping on the gas pedal. Her mind was already racing with thoughts of what she might wear tonight.