311-312 - Wireless On**ole

Chapter 311: Was the Sister Double Date Delicious? "First, I'll have to get acquainted with them. If I just walk up and say, 'Hey, this guy is juggling three partners!' they'd never believe me." She twirled her hair as she meticulously laid out her plan. How should she approach them? As she pondered, the unmistakable sign that things were getting serious erupted in the air. "Haaang... It's too big..." "Aren't you getting tighter, Ah-yeong?" "Maybe. I’ve only ever used my fingers..." Following Shin Ah-yeong's quiet moans were the sticky sounds of kisses. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't stop the images from forming in her mind. 'Is the woman on top?' It was surreal to think a friend was having sex just a meter away. Despite her best efforts to concentrate, all attention was drawn that way. 'I'll think about it later. After all, it benefits me if Park Woo-jin exhausts himself.' With her chin resting on her hand, Park Seo-yoon pulled out her phone. Staying wasn't about some voyeuristic pleasure from hearing intimate sounds. Nor was it fear of getting caught if she left. 'I might catch some hints from their conversation...' Maybe it's not Shin Ah-yeong who went on the trip. Maybe they didn't respond much over the weekend. Small clues often pieced together the bigger puzzle. Even while browsing the internet, Seo-yoon remained alert. "Haaht! Mmm! So good..." "Already this wet since when?" "Since sucking you... haang!..." "You were holding back a lot, huh?" "Yes... Mmm... Mm...!" The sounds of flesh meeting flesh, the sticky kiss, and heavy breathing were all that filled the air; no insightful dialogue emerged. "Ahhh... Mmm...!" "It's really tight." "Do you like my body? Does it feel good?" "It's amazing." The moans only grew louder, almost as if taunting her to listen. Having stepped out in the middle of a lecture, it didn’t seem like they'd be done anytime soon. 'Judging by his usual stamina, who knows how long it'll last? But surely, before the break is over?' She checked the time and glanced down at her bare legs. There was still a slight dampness around her cleanly wiped down area. "Ahh... Ah! Right there more..." "Where does it feel good?" "Deep, all the way to my womb... Haha! Just like that..." "With what?" "With your big one... Ah-yeong loves when you fill her!" The blunt language made her face flush with heat. Such explicit words from such a pretty face and melodious voice were startling. Though she had an idea, this live experience was on another level compared to hearing through walls. 'Really, does it feel that good to reach inside with that? It feels like it would tear just going in...' She bunched her fingers to match its girth. 'Four? Five? Even two felt full earlier...' A warmth spread down below in anticipation, urging her to assuage its need. Once before class, and once during—already, she had found release twice in just thirty minutes, yet pleasure was demanded once more. "Hagh... I'm gonna...!" "Can I release inside?" "Yes! Please, release it all up against my womb...!" "Even with the next class right after?" "It's fine...!" As she hesitated, contemplating, a beastly voice emerged from beside her, as if mocking her indecision, followed by another declaration of climax. "Haang...! Haa...! Euh..." Even as a woman, the sweet, honey-like moans that spilled out were enough to warm Seo-yoon's ears and stir envy. 'Just how intense is it for her...?' She was a little jealous. If touching her clit made her shiver with pleasure, how much more must it be to scream like that? Drip... drip... As she imagined, moisture pooled at her entrance before dropping into the toilet below, sending ripples through the calm water. And, in sync, she slid her fingers inside, slowly mapping every fold and curve. 'Just once...' Listening to a friend's escapade while pleasuring herself churned guilt in the pit of her stomach, but there was no time for self-reproach. Acting on instinct, there was no stopping the wave her body sought. * "Hnnng... Hmmm..." On the way to the next class, Shin Ah-yeong hummed a tune, a clear sign of her good mood. "Something good happen to you?" "It felt amazing being with you this morning." "Did it?" She smiled brightly, her eyes sweetly honeyed with genuine joy. Seeing her like this, I felt the temptation to give her more of that morning's indulgence every single day. "But what were you up to over the weekend since you were hardly reachable? Never mind, let me guess." Shin Ah-yeong stopped to scrutinize me, tapping her chin before clapping her hands. "You went to the convenience store sisters' place, didn't you?" "...How did you know?" It's not like I broadcast my every move. How did she figure that out? Seeing my confusion painted on my face, she chuckled, wagging her finger teasingly. "Come on, oppa. Your activity range is pretty routine. Wasn't a difficult riddle." "What, about my range of activity?" "Home, school, part-time work. If you're not at home or school, where else would you be?" "Damn, you’re like a detective. It's scary." "Then... did you?" "Did what?" "Don't play coy. You know." Her face brimmed with curiosity. Truly, Ah-yeong was something else. "I did." "Wow... Really had a sister double date? How was it?" "It was tasty. Why are you the one getting excited?" "Just because. We might become friendly, so it’d be good to know what went down with oppa." "Is that so...?" I couldn't quite understand what she was thinking, but it was the kind of situation where "good things come to those who wait" applied. She's always spoken in a similar manner, genuinely seeming okay with everything. 'I really don't know where a girl like her popped up from.' I think about it often; she's beautiful, with an amazing figure and a great personality—a trifecta. Of course, Haeyoon and Chae-ah are just the same. Heejin... well, she’s a different case with her slightly prickly personality, so I'll leave her aside. Feeling a fondness for Shin Ah-yeong, I gave her a light tap on the butt, and she responded by wrapping her arm around mine playfully. Despite her clothes, I could still feel her softness as she pressed against me more intently. "My belly feels nice and warm today, I think I’ll be able to focus better." She rubbed her lower abdomen, smiling sweetly, bringing to mind something I had nearly forgotten. 'Seo-yoon was definitely in the next stall, wasn’t she?' She had indulged in some self-pleasure while listening to us and had slyly snuck out once she regained composure. We hadn’t exactly been quiet—she would have no doubt realized it was me. "Ah-yeong, by the way, did you know there was someone in the next stall?" "Hmm? Of course." "You knew?" "The door was locked. How could I not know?" "And you still went into the stall right beside them?" "Well... you know what kind of tastes I have." True, she had a bit of an exhibitionist streak. Knowing Shin Ah-yeong’s keen perception, she definitely would have picked up on it. "Impressive, really." "I’ve taken a full-on nude stroll through the campus before. This is nothing." "I'm beginning to worry about what you'll do next." "What should I do?" Those mischievous eyes hinted at something unexpected in the future. We chatted, a blend of truth and jest, until we reached the lecture hall. Settling down, I began to pull out my textbook when I noticed a silence from my bag. 'The vibrator’s off.' I had intended to keep it buzzing until lunchtime but decided to let it go for now. After all, she let me see her face during pleasure while caressed by me and even indulged herself to the sound of my voice. There's still plenty of time. I didn’t know what sort of scheme Park Seo-yoon might be planning to survive, but I felt secure in my stance. No matter what she tried, I was confident I could counter it. Lost in thoughts, Shin Ah-yeong called my name softly, hand patting her lips as if sharing a secret. "Oppa... Oppa...!" "Hmm? What is it?" "Could you bring out the avatar?" Her intentions were clear. Without a word, I conjured it beside her. I owed her for not giving her the attention she deserved lately. "Here, let it sit on my desk." "It might squash the textbooks." "That's fine." Following her instructions, she opened her mouth and took the avatar in, swirling her tongue around the tip before sealing her lips tightly. "Even after before, it's still not enough?" "Of course not. Also, I can't have anything on my clothes, right? Could you... pull that out?" Pulling it out, huh. "Did you suggest sitting at the back so no one would catch us? What if someone notices?" "Heh... You seemed to enjoy yourself with Seo-yoon earlier, didn’t you?" "...You saw?" "Through the window, yes. I’m unsure what you did, but Seo-yoon seemed willing to help. It was quite the sight." No wonder she was so eager earlier. Quietly, through my underwear flap, I pulled myself free. "But where you stood, wasn't it blocked?" "Your body's angle was off slightly, so I saw. Besides... today’s first release wasn’t for me, was it?" Precisely speaking, it might have been the tenth. Starting at midnight, there were many rounds with Chae-ah and Heejin. Keeping that secret forever, I nodded, breaking her gaze momentarily. Pouting slightly, Shin Ah-yeong shot me a playful glare. "I’ll punish you." She gripped me with practiced ease, her fingers forming a circle, teasing it up and down until my arousal hardened in her playful hands. Languidly licking the tip catlike, she swallowed hard before addressing me. "Treat this as sweet candy during class, and let’s refill in the restroom on breaks, deal?" Before she even finished speaking, half of the length vanished between her lips, her performance an upgraded blend of fellatio and handjob. Chapter 312: Web Novel Storage Room Buktokki "Mmmh... mmm... chuup... chup..." Instead of any fierce intensity, Shin Ah-yeong’s movements were slow and deliberate. She savored each sensation, her tongue dancing over the ridges, slick with saliva, sealing me in with her lips like a hard candy melting on her tongue. The sticky ambiance in her mouth alone was enough to draw deep, reflexive breaths, amplified by the synchronized work of her hand. Sliding warmly from the base to the tip, her occasional squeeze during massage provided an almost mystical level of skill. Noticing my involuntary twitch, she glanced my way, maintaining eye contact as she pulled away with a trail of saliva. "Pwah... Do you like it? Want me to go faster?" With each kiss she placed on the tip—once, twice, then thrice—I found myself lost momentarily. Pausing, she drew her tongue along the underside, heightening sensitivity beyond capacity. With a light sigh of delight, she flashed a grin worthy of a succubus. "Chuup... Shall I do more? Or not?" "Faster, please." "Was it good?" "Unbelievably good." "So... compared to Seo-yoon earlier, and what I just did, which felt better to you?" She eased her grip, fingers spider-walking the length, drawing out the tension. It’s something I feel each time; Ah-yeong is unbeatable, and I savor that quality. "You were better, Ah-yeong." "By how much?" Her face bright, eyes eager for the compliment, wondered how best to quantify admiration. Raising three fingers after a pause, I offered: "...30 times better?" "Three times." "Three is such a non-committal number." "Five?" "More." Logistically speaking, that’s all the praise that seems feasible. As my lips remained stubbornly sealed, Shin Ah-yeong planted another kiss along my length. "Smooch... smack..." A kiss more sticky and prolonged than before, and she turned her eyes towards me with a sidelong glance, as if to ask, 'Are you sure you won't raise the stakes for that?' Yet, I forced a smile to remain hidden, feigning composure. 'If I hold out, she might continue doing this.' Though any affection feels good, the mental satisfaction of her kissing was unmatched. It’s a form of submission or devotion, I suppose, something she does not because I ask, but because she wants to please me. In negotiation spirit, I spread my fingers, adding two more to my count. "Seven times..." She seemed a bit disappointed at the modest increase, yet as if holding onto hope for a gradual rise in numbers, she wetted her lips in preparation. "Brace yourself." And three minutes later, I was the first to surrender. "Stop, Ah-yeong, you’re a hundred times better." "See? I told you I'm the best at making you feel good," she beamed, releasing me with a satisfied smile. Her lipstick was smeared all over, marking me as hers, and she seemed quite pleased with her handiwork. Taking advantage of the brief respite, I recollected myself. 'I nearly died there.' While the initial thrill was incredible, enduring constant affection and would-be forced restraint from her attentions turned into its own form of torture. "I bet after all this teasing, something intense is going to come out?" Ah-yeong readily picked up where she'd left off. Creating a vacuum in her mouth, she set her lips tightly against me, quickening her pace to draw everything out. "Slurp... suck... hnn..." Her lips attached fiercely as if a suction cup, her tongue tenderly caressing beneath me. How was it possible to do such marvelous work with just a mouth? If the internal structure hadn’t adapted precisely to the size inside, this level of performance would be impossible. Feeling her delicate fingers move again, I closed my eyes briefly to savor the moment. "Keep going like that." Given it was class time, she didn't increase the speed, but it sufficed. I was already on the verge of a release, my excitement at its limit. "Slurp... slurp... hnn..." Sensing my swelling, her hands moved lower, gently massaging the base to stimulate further release. With the signal received, I felt the climactic surge ready to surge upward with explosive intensity. 'I better contain it quickly.' Reading my cue, Shin Ah-yeong's hands ascended the column with purpose, squeezing to enhance the flow. I was seconds from the crescendo. The split tip widened, preparing for release, and her warm palm covered the front like a barrier. "Mmmm... mnng...!" With her hand splayed wide to envelop me like a protective shield, Shin Ah-yeong swiftly took me deep into her throat. Tremble...!! Tremble... Tremble...!! "Mmnn... mmmm...!" An explosive gush filled her mouth, the tightness of my urethra struggling under the pressure. "Mnng... mm... chuup... hnn..." Her throat worked rhythmically as she swallowed it down, the evidence disappearing like magic. As efficiently as she handled the avatar, the real issue was the release from me, the original. Thanks to her palm, the mess was contained, though her hand mirrored Park Seo-yoon’s earlier—smeared in white. "Phew... That seemed like more than usual," she observed gleefully, licking her fingers clean, relishing in the scent and texture. "It's always impressive how much you produce each time," she marveled, voraciously sucking on each digit as if enjoying a delicious treat. 'I swear she’s become even more boldly sensual since I last checked. Just how far will she develop?' I muttered a brief gasp of amazement. As I gathered myself, Ah-yeong looked around cautiously to ensure nobody was watching us, then leaned toward me. "I'll clean this up too." She brushed her hair aside and opened her mouth, diligently removing any remaining residue from the base with her tongue. Never missing a spot, she ensured everything was spotless. "Smooch... smack... huhnn... a feast right here too, huh..." Rewarding her diligent work with a gentle head pat, she beamed up with pretty crescent eyes. "Did I do well, oppa?" "You were perfect." "Then, since I made you feel 100 times better than Seo-yoon, I deserve a reward, right?" I figured this might happen—even after devouring every drop, she wanted more. When could she ever be truly satisfied? Retrieving the avatar, Shin Ah-yeong tugged on my hand to compel me to stand. "Reward Ah-yeong's kitty right now..." "But that’s during class time?" "We won't grasp much from it anyway. This break is when we take advantage." Logical in its own unusual way, given the professor might as well be speaking gibberish, independent study indeed seemed the way forward. "Go wait in the furthest stall of the women's restroom. If we both leave together, it’ll raise suspicion." "Okay... Promise?" "You can count on it." Her steps literal in her eagerness, she swayed her hips delightedly as she slipped out the door. Waiting for the perfect moment, I discretely followed suit. * "Maybe I overdid it? My muscles are starting to ache." Gently massaging my sore shoulder, I entered the elevator. Seeking to extract every last bit of me, Shin Ah-yeong had been tireless, blurring the lines between class time and breaks to make her presence felt. Of course, I was a willing participant, but the cumulative effect hit all at once like a tidal wave of fatigue. 'I just need to sleep and clear my head. I didn’t expect to be active for four straight days—Friday, Saturday, Sunday, and Monday.' Even with my enhanced stamina, I'm not a robot and should have taken breaks, clearly a lesson learned in retrospect. -Ding. You have arrived at the 5th floor. The elevator, sluggish by today's standards, finally opened, and I turned the corner to spot two familiar figures. "Hae-yoon, you work out too? I used to be a gym fanatic, so it’s nice to see someone with the same interest." "Did you work out hard, Seo-yoon?" "Of course, my figure didn’t maintain itself. I alternated between Pilates, gym workouts, and dance practices. I thought I would die from exhaustion back then." "Well, that makes sense! You were an idol after all." "Ahem, indeed." Hae-yoon, carrying a crossbody bag as if heading to the gym, was alongside Park Seo-yoon, clad in casual wear. Their combination was an unexpectedly intricate sight, making me halt. To others, it might have seemed like a delightful encounter between neighbors, but to me, it was simply inconvenient. All I desired was rest. 'Why are they talking right in front of Seo-yoon’s apartment?' I wanted to greet them briefly and move on, but the narrow corridor blocked my path, rendering the attempt futile. They seemed absorbed in their conversation, not even glancing my way. "So, where do you work out, Hae-yoon?" "Just five minutes from here. It's run by a friend of my dad's, so it's quite convenient." "Oh...! Do you get a discount being a family friend?" "Yeah. I enjoy a half-price membership." Upon hearing that, Park Seo-yoon naturally draped her arm over Hae-yoon’s shoulder, a move that seemed completely effortless. "You know, I used to have a gym membership, but moving here made it an hour’s drive, so I stopped going." "Would you like to check out my gym? I can talk to them for you." Suddenly, a sense of foreboding washed over me. Seo-yoon, who has no shortage of funds, lit up at the mention of a discount? She had another motive, for sure. As suspicion clouded my gaze, both their heads turned simultaneously. "Oh? Oppa! How long have you been standing there?" "I just came up." "So, Seo-yoon here was just saying..." The chatter began, regurgitating details I’d already overheard. "...So you’re planning to check it out now?" "Oppa, would you like to join us? It’ll be so much fun with the three of us." "I just want to take a break..." "Let’s go!" Park Seo-yoon exclaimed abruptly, adding to my feeling of unease. 'Shouldn’t she be avoiding me like the plague? She’s suddenly full of confidence; what's with the boldness?' While my body yearned for rest, an internal voice urged that I follow. Experience taught me, in these moments, to trust my instincts. With a deliberate shift, I adjusted my bag and turned to join them.