309-310 - Wireless On**ole

Title: Helping the Celebrity Self-Play Twitch! Twitch! Just a minute or two, and Park Seo-yun's demeanor had completely changed. She was subtly hunching her upper body and drawing her legs inward. Her mouth was smiling, but it wasn't genuine. "What… are you doing here? Ngh…!" "I told you last time, didn’t I? That I was looking for that woman." "Uh-huh… you did." Amid the incessant vibrations, though she surely understood what was happening, she asked as if to confirm it directly. To satisfy her curiosity, I opened my bag. *Buzz…* A single wire connected to the tightly shut entrance of an onahole. Perhaps because it was inserted superficially, an explicit sound resonated through the hallway. "See it? The way it keeps twitching? Now, you just have to find someone who reacts strangely while walking down the street." "Haha… that's quite an… ah! clever method." "As much as I’d like to shove a dildo in, I can't because you're still a virgin. Aren’t I really considerate?" "Uh-huh…! You are." She replied instantly. It was as if she was ready to prostrate herself in gratitude. ‘Quite entertaining, isn’t it?’ This ultra-popular idol trembling and cautiously gauging my every word. I pretended to adjust the rotor line, moving it around. Having struck a new spot, Park Seo-yun's shoulders jerked noticeably. "Wh-when are you going to take that out?" "Got to keep it in all day today." "All… all day!?" "Can't recognize it if you bump into someone when the power’s off." I walked past her, drenched in fear, towards the elevator. Park Seo-yun followed, letting out low moans. Shuffle, shuffle… Even on the way to school, her words dwindled to a minimum. It was hard to believe she was the same person I’d first met. "Ugh…" Watching her occasionally twist her thighs as she halted, it seemed she was trying to suppress her moans. It left me somewhat bored on the other end. It's enjoyable to see someone react, after all. ‘Looks like she can handle it well enough, seeing how she’s keeping up. Is the vibration weaker than I thought?’ I raised the intensity of the remote control's setting in my pocket. "Hah, ah!" Suddenly strengthened by the rotor, she stumbled and came to a stop, glaring at me with reproach. However, she couldn't openly question if I’d increased the intensity. Feigning obliviousness, I turned my head in another direction, pretending to scan the surroundings. Then, stepping closer to Park Seo-yun, I whispered. "I just increased the intensity, but I still don’t see anyone acting strange." "Ah… since you’ve had it vibrating from earlier… sniff… Could they be hiding somewhere?" "Is that so? Should I increase it more then?" “No need!” Sensing the crisis, she shouted in alarm. Realizing her gaffe, she fanned a hand, averting her gaze. "What I mean is… it’s just the first day, so doing that would be pitiable. Besides, did anything happen over the weekend?" Rambling on, she abruptly changed the topic. Finding it somewhat endearing, I decided to stop at 'medium'. "Did I touch it last about three days ago? She seemed to be wary once she found out I owned an onahole." "And didn’t you do anything with the onahole? By the way, it was completely silent throughout the weekend." "Had to leave it unattended; was meeting with someone." "Seems like it’s your girlfriend, judging by the way you say it. Is it Ah-young?" "Secret." Though I said so, my face perhaps said otherwise, as if to confide, ‘Tell me what you did right now.’ Even though I promised to find the culprit, I hadn’t laid a finger, so her curiosity was understandable. ‘But doesn’t she know? Why does she have such a curious gaze?’ Though I didn’t remember everything due to being engrossed in ecstasy, scenes of Park Seo-yun flashed in my mind. Tense, waiting for an attack to happen — if at all. I even tried casually grazing a dildo to test her, although my climax coincided, inadvertently spilling on her. But instead of anger, she sighed deeply, wearing a relieved expression. Was it because she thought I wouldn’t touch the onahole while being intimate? With a bright expression, Park Seo-yun brought over a medium-sized PET bottle, fitting the glans at its entrance. She had even patted the shaft and balls, encouraging me to release as much as possible. Not exactly like nurturing a plant, yet still earnest. "Why've you got so many secrets. Did you go on a trip since you didn’t come home at all over the weekend?" "You could call it a trip. I went somewhere really expensive." “Jealous… How was the scenery there?” "Endless streams flowing between high mountains, coupled with the chirping of birds possessing a clear tone." "Wow…!" Mixed with metaphors like a poet reciting verses, she dove into her imagination, eyes sparkling. But it wasn’t quite what she was thinking. I decided not to shatter her fantasy. Continuing to walk, Park Seo-yun followed closely, prompting even more provocative questions. "You must've done it a lot throughout the weekend?" "What did I do?" "Oh, stop pretending you don’t know. I mean this." She circled her thumb and forefinger, making a hole, then moved the opposite hand in and out, smiling suggestively. "Aren’t you a celebrity? Shouldn’t you be cautious with your words?" "Even celebrities are human. Anyway, so that’s why you seemed powerless in the morning? Just how much did you do?" "More than you can imagine." Filled half of a 500ml bottle; must have gone at it dozens of times. I remembered Park Seo-yun, who, after a night’s sleep, got startled in the morning and disposed of its contents in the toilet. Throwing away something that precious! Pettily, I temporarily set the rotor intensity to 'high'. "Augh!" "Just go to class quickly. You’ll be late." "Right, but I need to stop by the restroom first, so could you save me a spot?" "Morning poo?" "Y-yeah. Forgot to go in the morning…” Gently rubbing her lower abdomen, I snickered at her then left. Activating voyeur mode, Park Seo-yun was gnashing her teeth. "That bastard doesn’t hold back even with celebrities. Morning poo, seriously. Kind me, I need to endure.” Title: Assisting a Celebrity Self-Relief Watching her glare at me, she quickly overtook me and disappeared from view. Bang! "Sigh... I can manage, but I'm totally soaked..." Once inside the restroom, she hastily pulled down her pants. The fabric clinging to her skin was no longer functional at all. A conspicuous mark in the middle left a rather risqué appearance. "It seems like he really plans to keep it on all day… what should I do?" Sighing repeatedly, she pulled down her panties as well. A sticky thread stretched long as it followed. "Plus, my body’s become tantalizingly warm..." She flicked off the love juices stuck on her surface with her fingers and lapsed into thought. Glancing at the clock, she inserted her middle finger inside her entrance. “Hng...” Conscious that she was in a public place, she tightly sealed her lips and began to move her fingers. Finding one inadequate, her ring finger soon joined in. Squelch, squelch, squelch… At my desk, I continued to watch Park Seo-yun pleasuring herself. Her eyes closed, intermittently releasing hot breaths. Despite the rotor's eager work, distraction from ambient noise hindered her focus. 'Should I lend a hand, since time’s short?' I reached into my bag. With her internal focus on the rotor and fingers, I decided to caress elsewhere. “Hng! W-what!” Sweeping a finger over her erect clitoris sent Park Seo-yun’s body jolting with surprise. Yet, perhaps because she was already enjoying the moment, there was little resistance. Instead, she widened her legs, reflexively swaying her hips, silently urging for more. I increased the pace as per her unsaid request. “Huff... ugh... ah…” Disheveled, she savored my touch. Did she realize how she looked right now? “Haa... You really are exceptional at pleasuring... Maybe it’s because you’ve got a lot of experience with women.” Starting to twist her upper body, it seemed she was nearly there. The pace of her fingers quickened, incomparable to before. Just as her focus wavered and her hips started to stiffen, I pinched her clitoris gently. Pew-sst... Pewsssss... A clear liquid shot out forcefully. Even though she acted unfazed, it seems she was crazy with the desire to let go. “Haaaah... ngh... haa!” A few more strokes and she shuddered, releasing her fluids into the toilet. I wiped my hands with a towel I had prepared and paused the rotor temporarily. “Huff... huff... huff…” Despite the mere single climax after about 15 minutes of teasing, she appeared completely exhausted. Supporting her forehead with a hand, she pulled several sheets of tissue. Recalling her recent actions, she wiped herself meticulously, face flushed red. "I must be crazy. Doing this in the school restroom... No, I was just caught off guard." Attempting to blur her memory, she layered fresh tissues, bundling them in front. She placed her wet panties neatly in her bag. Clunk. Gazing outside the window, I heard the chair beside me pull back. With fierce eyes, Park Seo-yun began unpacking her things. "Took your time." “Hmph.” "Why so upset? Constipated?" “I’m going to kill you.” With fists raised, she gestured for silence. Then, sighing deeply, she laid her head onto the desk. ‘She started it, pleasuring herself, and then blames others? I just helped out.’ I placed my fingers on the remote control again. Twitch! Reacting as she did, it was genuinely hard to play ignorant. At this point, it seems I’m more oblivious than a protagonist in a romantic comedy manga. It’s quite the ordeal. As I peacefully passed time, Park Seo-yun stood up abruptly. She grinned slyly and reached into her bag. Simultaneously, I felt a warm hand on my shaft. 'Is it because she knows I won’t be breaking any hymen that she’s acting recklessly? Is this a challenge?' It was clear she aimed for a retaliatory act because I’d just touched her. But she was still on my palm. I immediately unzipped and tapped Park Seo-yun’s shoulder. “What?” "That woman’s got a hold of my shaft." I turned my half-erect member toward her. “Please, sort it out.” --- Title: Handling the Seed with Both Hands The words spilled out shamelessly. Demanding comfort without even a hint of concealment. To others I might seem crazy, but I had a perfectly valid reason. Because Park Seo-yun herself had once vowed to help. Nevertheless, her expression as she stared at me was befuddled, as if taken aback beyond belief. ‘Did I speak too soon?’ In my excitement, I hadn’t thought about timing. It took only 5 seconds from her hand touching the dildo to me exposing my shaft. Something like an automatic machine, executing flawlessly if not preemptively loaded. Despite that, Park Seo-yun adjusted her expression and scooted her chair closer. "So, touching it at this time is her hobby?" "Seems like it." "I'll make you come as quickly as I can. Is that alright?” I nodded, and Park Seo-yun stretched her arm out. Her right hand still holding the dildo, her left hand moved to my shaft. Gentle warmth began coursing over the glans and shaft. Instantly, I was fully erect. ‘She’s getting quite good at it now.’ Evidently, she had grasped my weak spots through experience, adjusting her technique flawlessly. As one hand tapped rhythmically below the glans, the other glided smoothly over the shaft. Watching my twitching quicken, Park Seo-yun wore a satisfied expression. "How is it? Feels good, doesn’t it?” “Yeah, it does.” Upon hearing my genuine approval, she increased her pace. I observed her diligently working my shaft, her wrist primarily snapping to keep movements discreet. Doing it from both sides looked rather taxing. ‘I’m getting twice the hand job, maybe I should reward her a bit.’ I retrieved the onahole from beneath the desk. Still feeling the persistent vibration of the rotor and the tightly clenching entrance without any gap, I watched as Park Seo-yun cast glances askance, speaking in an anxious tone. “…Why did you bring that out?” “To offer something in return.” “In return? What do you mean?” Instead of answering, I inserted two fingers inside her. “Ngh...!” Her grip on my shaft tightened for a moment. But her determination to remain unfazed helped her revert to normal. I grasped the rotor with my fingers and began exploring her insides filled with arousal. As I pried into her sticky flesh, she gritted her teeth, trying not to let out a moan. I started to speak as I watched her restrain her voice. “You started this attack, so it's only fair not to sit by passively, right?” “Y-yeah! Only an idiot would do nothing.” “I’m really grateful to have such a kind friend like Seo-yun helping me out. Helping me finish and taking a small revenge at the same time.” “Haha…” Awkwardly laughing, beads of sweat broke on her forehead. I tilted the entrance of the onahole to highlight what was happening inside. Glancing at the fingers plunging in and out briefly, she then hid her face with her hair. No matter how strong her mentality, it seemed she found it embarrassing to watch herself being penetrated. But, wary of what else I might do, she kept stealing sidelong glances. “I can't tell who she is, but her vagina is genuinely beautiful. The exterior's spotless, nothing saggy.” “Isn't it?” “It’s first-class at a glance.” Ignoring her surprised noise, I continued to caress the interior. It was so sticky that it clung to my fingers with every movement. ‘It’s like mutually masturbating while facing each other, isn't it?’ Doing such things with a celebrity at the back of a lecture hall. Reveling in a sense of superiority, I began to scratch the sensitive spots. Squelch, squelch, squelch… Within less than a minute, liquid began to flow from her core, some dripping onto the floor and forming a rapidly expanding puddle. “Ngh…! Ugh…” “This vagina must be really sensitive. How can she be ready to go again so quickly after just starting?” “Well… that's because you had the rotor on since morning…!” “Even so, it’s merely on the surface with just a rotor, isn’t it? Such a fragile pussy.” Despite her desperate attempt to defend whilst biting back moans, her defense was futile. Her thighs quivered with every tiny motion I made, breathing heavily already, with her back straightened, appearing ready to climax. Clearly, the effects of the earlier restroom episode lingered, making things proceed quickly. 'This must be a really fragile pussy.' If this was the reaction just from touching the front, what would happen if I went all the way to the womb? Would she climax with each thrust? For the finale, I pressed firmly on the spot that elicited the strongest reaction. Pshhh…!! Psssshh… Fluid flew through the air along with the clear liquid, landing on the floor with soft splashes. ‘I settled for letting it drip downwards into the floor, anticipating this.’ Relieved that my clothes remained dry, I gently continued moving my fingers. “Ngh...uh...” With a small moan, her entrance gripped madly. Despite reaching her peak, she didn’t release my shaft. Even while climaxing, she seemed determined to finish things swiftly, shaking me with incredible speed, uttering nonsensical sounds. ‘Luckily, she’d placed tissue down there earlier, so there’s no worry of wetting her pants.’ Sensing my climax approaching, I called to her. “I think I’m ready to come.” “Hah...yeah...” “Is it okay if I let go just like this?” “Do it quickly…” The pleasure seemed to take her mind off the current situation, leading her to forget where she was even. Just in case, I decided to remind her one more time. “But I don’t have tissues.” “…Huh?” “I’m about to go off without tissues.” “Then I…!” Alarmed, Park Seo-yun reached her hand into her bag to pull out some tissues. But with no third hand, how could she manage that? Letting go would essentially make it evident she was the perpetrator. In the end, with tearful eyes, she forced a smile. “It’s alright. Just let it out this way.” “Really?” “Wouldn’t my hand feel much better than tissues? It’s a special service just for you.” A truly incredible service indeed. Without refusing, I continued massaging Park Seo-yun’s body and enjoyed an intensely prolonged release. * Swaaah... “You…You crazy bastard! As if showing off wasn’t enough, now you’ve got it all over my hand…!” Park Seo-yun furiously scrubbed her white-stained hand with soap. Thanks to it still being class time, it was possible to come to the restroom. During break time, stepping out would’ve been impossible. Advertised as my semen to anyone who saw. After swiftly washing off, she unzipped her bag. “Sigh... This was expensive too…” A wave of déjà vu nearly triggered PTSD. The nightmare from the convenience store incident. ‘I struggled so much washing away the mess back then… spilling it everywhere, making it hard to remove the odor.’ This time was slightly better. Treating it as if it were dirty, she pinched something delicately between her thumb and forefinger and lifted it. ‘I guess it’s an improvement? This should probably just be thrown out.’ A white pair of panties, topped with a sticky mess like salad dressing with sauce. Still warm, emitting a strong scent. Watching with a furrowed brow, Park Seo-yun recalled the moment of release. ‘W-wait! Letting go? How? How will...!’ Determined not to dirty her bag, she quickly weighed her options, surveying her belongings. A wallet and an array of cosmetics. Not as valuable as her bag, but still worth a good price. Until something caught her eye. Something small and cheap that could adequately collect the ejaculate. There was no time to ponder. She aimed the dildo, seemingly ready to erupt at any moment, at that target. Anyway, those panties could simply be discarded, making it the best solution she had. “Who knew something I’d taken off earlier would be useful like this…” Clearing her mind with the last spurting ejaculation, Park Seo-yun let out a deep sigh and turned away. Thunk. As soon as Park Seo-yun was inside the stall, she dropped the semen-soiled panties straight into the trash bin. With more business to attend to, she locked the door and grabbed the top of her pants. Tissues clinging embarrassingly to her sensitive area came into view, and she let out another deep sigh as she peeled them away. “I’ll have to change again. Should I just wear diapers at this point?” She took out fresh tissues, intending to clean the moist area around her intimate parts. Tap… tap… Just then, someone entered the restroom. ‘I’ll wait this out.’ Given that it was only a general elective class, it wasn't particularly important, and she preferred delaying the encounter with that smug face for as long as possible. ‘Pretty genitals, huh? And calling it weak, at that?’ Whether it was a compliment or an insult was ambiguous. If not for the vulnerability he held over her, she would have punched him straight in the face. As she chewed her lip in frustration, the recent intruder occupied the neighboring stall. The problem was, it wasn’t just one person. “I missed you… it was hard to reach you over the weekend.” “I was really busy, I’m sorry.” “It’s okay. I’m just happy to see you now.” A woman's sweet voice, almost melting yet firm, followed by that unforgettable voice. ‘Why's he in here? This is the women’s restroom.’ The answer swiftly came. “I came out early to see you, but didn’t expect to run into you in the hallway.” “I didn’t expect to see Ayoung coming out of here. So why did you pull me in here?” “Hmph… do you really have to ask?” Her coy, nasal voice mixed with the sound of clothes rubbing together. Soon after, there were unmistakable sounds of a passionate kiss. “Smack... smack... ah... mmm...” This was the chance. Planning to slip out quietly, Park Seo-yun halted when their conversation continued. “I’ve been so lonely for so long… let’s do it now.” “Can’t hold it anymore?” “I masturbated three times just thinking about you...” The actions were clear from the sounds alone. Pants sliding down, someone sitting on the toilet, and the unmistakable sounds of enjoyment. “Slurp… mmm… ah… uh…” ‘What on earth is with him that makes women cling to him like this?’ Sure, he’s impressive, but it’s baffling how model-tier women approach him first, so readily. Moreover, the woman he’d gone on a trip with over the weekend wasn’t Shin Ah-young. He had run into Yoon Hye-yoon in the hallway on Sunday, so it wasn't her either. ‘Could it have been that convenience store manager…?’ It had to be. She’d seen him drive her away from the parking lot. At that moment, Park Seo-yun’s brain whirred faster than it ever had before. ‘If I expose this… orchestrate it right, recovering my losses isn’t just a dream.’ If furious women stormed Park Woo-jin’s house and turned it upside down, who would notice if she stealthily retrieved her belongings? Stifling a laugh, she retrieved the dildo from her bag. ‘You're completely in my grasp now.’