331-332 - Wireless On**ole

Chapter 331: Uninvited Guest Ding-dong. Knock, knock, knock. "You in there? Don’t pretend you’re not." Seoyoon Park was at the door, persistent as ever. I half-expected her to at least swing by her place to clean up before storming over here, but it seems she couldn't wait. She must be fuming. "Are you in..." "I'm in, so stop knocking. What's the matter?" Feigning ignorance, I shouted loud and clear. Momentarily, Seoyoon hesitated, her expression dumbfounded as her hand paused mid-knock. She seemed to have come in anger but hadn't really thought of a solid reason. "Uh... I just... wanted to see if you'd like to have dinner. I'm bored eating alone." "I've got to head to my part-time job soon, and I'm busy with something important right now. Let's do it another time." "Then just for a moment...!" "I'm, uh, not decent right now." "...It's fine." "Are you sure?" I knew she'd say that. Smiling, I reached for the doorknob. Of course, in one hand I held a... certain toy, and at the tip of my unashamed self, a bit of white lingered. Crrreeak. "....." "....." She was about to greet me with her hand but stopped, a frozen smile plastered on her face as her eyes darted between my 'present state' and the toy. "I did say I was busy with something important." "No... no... argh..." Unable to find the right words, she clutched her forehead, finally stepping in from the doorway. When I stepped back, Seoyoon shot a glance at my predicament, pointing an accusatory finger. "Do you just come out like that because a female guest is here? Throw your decency out the window?" "You said it was fine. Why put this on me?" "I didn't think you'd actually do it. You beast." As she retorted with sass, she naturally kicked off her shoes and made her way to the center of the room. "By the way, why are you using that toy? What about our agreement from last time?" "I felt bad always asking you, and today it initiated first, so I’m just... returning the favor." "It did, huh?" "I was on a date with Ahyoung this morning, and out of nowhere, she started touching me. Things escalated, and well, the mess happened in my pants." "Really... How'd that go?" "I dealt with it quickly. No harm done." Truth be told, it was a different kind of 'mess,' but Seoyoon, unaware, barely shifted into a slight smile. How long would that smile last, I wondered? I plopped down on the bed, deciding to change the subject. "You're coming back from the gym?" "Yeah. Just finished working out and thought maybe we could grab a meal since I was starving." "Like I said, I’ve got to head to work soon, and I'm still kind of in the middle of things." When I presented the evidence of my 'activity,' Seoyoon grimaced, crossing her legs. She might have momentarily forgotten about the earlier 'incident' in her excitement. Pretending not to notice, I carefully set the toy aside and began to gently tease the sensitive part. "You really have a pretty one down there. For a character so rough." "Ooh... Isn't that harassment?" "It's not like the person in question can hear it. What does it matter? You can try to sue if you dare." Surely, she wouldn't actually take action? I cast a sidelong glance to find her fists tightly clenched, trembling ever so slightly. I didn't say she was ugly—it was quite the opposite, yet here we were. "Anyway, I'm busy, so you should head out." "...When do you plan to finish?" "Just a couple more times and I’ll be done." "But what if something goes wrong and you end up pregnant? Even if you’re angry, isn’t that too much?" "Well, she should take precautions, shouldn’t she? And if she ends up pregnant, finding someone with a belly bump would make identifying the culprit easy." She looked at me with disbelief. After giving me a puzzled look, she casually sat on the edge of the bed. "Set that aside for now. I'll help you." "As much as I appreciate it, today’s not the day. I need to set things straight." "Then I'll help you with the toy." She spoke with sincerity, taking a step back herself, perhaps deciding that having control was better than letting others handle it. 'A personal request... This will be interesting.' I smiled, sitting on the bed, silently encouraging her to take initiative. Although she should have felt embarrassed, she had done it a few times before, so it seemed familiar to her as she knelt gracefully. "Give me a pillow. My knees hurt." "Here." Receiving the toy, she eyed me warily, clearly reluctant. Her trembling hand slowly approached once more. "Just to be clear, avoid breaking anything, okay?" "I know." "I found earlier that inserting just up to the head is safe." Teasing slightly, I saw her squint up at me. Yet, she couldn't resist slipping it in. "Mm..." A small groan escaped as the warmth and stickiness enveloped the front. Seoyoon frowned, squeezing deliberately. Perhaps eager to wrap things up, she hastened her hand’s pace. Squelch, squelch, squelch... "Just like that..." "Does it feel good?" "It's amazing how tight it is even on just the front part..." "...I see." Her face remained unreadable as she continued, leaving something to be desired from her lack of reaction. "I need you to rub it more on top." "On top?" "From experience, I’d say it likes stimulation just under the clitoris. Just like that." "Haah!" When my words hit the mark, her body jilted slightly. Amidst the pressure to prevent any slipping, she kept triggering that weak spot. Without any additional aid, the internal struggles began in earnest, merging pressure with tremors, causing the inevitable approach of climax. "I'm close. Faster." "More than this?" "And just so you know, I'm going to let it out inside, so don't pull it out." There was no reply this time. She positioned the toy just enough to release in a shallow area. Shudder, shudder...!! Shudder, shudder...! "Hnnnn... ohhhh..." As the intense release unfolded, she stifled a whimper. At the same time, a subtle amount of fluid escaped—unexpected, but noteworthy. 'A talent indeed, to reach her peak just from receiving that.' Though the reaction seemed mild, it was something. In her pause, I took matters into my own hands, moving my hips instead. "Hey... hey, ah...! It's too weird, stop moving." "I'm not quite finished yet. Just keep holding on." "W-wait!" With her clitoris now within reach, a gentle touch on it made another wave spill forth. Splish...! Splish-splash... Even more than before, a noticeable amount. The hint of a melon-like fragrance rose between us. Unable to hide it any longer, Seoyoon squeezed her legs together, standing up. "I... I'll get going. Gym's tired me out." "Sure thing. I should finish up and head to my shift." "...Really, you'll go again?" "I can't just stop after one round." I wagged playfully to show my 'determination'. Sensing the intent, Seoyoon bit her lip. Without warning, she dropped her top, revealing her undergarments. "For real, I'll help just one last time. I'll show you my chest if it helps you finish fast." "Not sure... I've already gone twice, so it might take a bit." "Seriously... Huff..." I pulled away from the toy, leaving her visibly pale as the barrier was removed, and a whitish stream trickled out. It fell, mixing with the natural moisture, making it all the more noticeable. It was hard to ignore the wafting, suggestive scent. "Hey, just close your eyes for a sec." "Why?" "I've got a surprise for you." She swept her hair back and opened her mouth wide. * 'This is risky... My panties and pants are soaked, and there's spill on the floor—leaving like this means getting caught for sure...' Even with intent to hold it in, her efforts were nullified by the persistent teasing and sudden emptiness. Seoyoon churned her thoughts, strategizing. She had to send him to the bathroom somehow, or quietly clean up. 'Revealing my bare chest... No, this is absurd. He’s already going to finish in the toy anyway, so nothing will change. Maybe there's another way—' An idea sparked. Distracting Woojin while preventing an internal release: a win-win solution. If below is compromised, use above instead. There’s more than one way, after all. 'I've done this plenty of times off the record... Knowing what works, I can make it quick.' Resolved, she offered with a tempting allure. Woojin agreed without much hesitation, eyes obediently closing. 'I'll wipe the floor with my socks while at it. Or claim it was just drool.' With that thought, Seoyoon confidently took him in her mouth. Though a slight salty taste intermingled, it barely registered against the dominant flavor. "Sip... slurp... sloosh..." Once acclimated, she increased her pace. "Ah... good. Right under the head." Anticipating the end, he guided her deftly. Soft and pliable to the touch, the mixture of sweet and savory covered her senses. As the tempo and rhythm harmonized, she found herself unexpectedly enjoying the act. 'Are we surprisingly well-matched?' But where was this going? This was nothing more than an odd twist prompted by the toy. However, he remained a constant—noisy but affectionate trouble. Seoyoon deepened her lips, casting a quick glance to assure Woojin’s eyes stayed shut, discreetly wiping away evidence from the floor. Smack... tug... gulp... The pulse intensified, breaths quickened. Confident in her act while trusting the defined boundaries, she proceeded with a steady rhythm, bringing variety through gentle suction and playful licks. Fundamentally no different from her practiced routines. "I'm about to finish." Already sensing the swelling beneath, she indulged in a final squeeze, chasing her own sense of release. "Here it comes." His whispered words were the cue. Warmth erupted, coating her palate. 'Strangely... it wasn’t unpleasant.' As his thigh quivered, she pressed firmly, maintaining contact until the last pulse faded. And, almost reflexively, she swallowed it down, right before his eyes. Chapter 332: An Unlikely Understanding 'I really did swallow it.' I marveled at Seoyoon's poise, swallowing every bit with ease. When she offered to help in her way, I had a hunch, but to think she'd actually follow through... Internally applauding, I adjusted the mental avatar's positions, capturing her face from various angles—frontal, side, overhead. In my mind, I kept a record of every look. Sure, I could sneak a peek with half-closed eyes. But I knew Seoyoon’s fiery nature; if she caught me, it'd be over. There was no need to gamble on risks when my observation skills aided well enough. 'Who on earth would really shut their eyes when given such a view by someone like her?' Literally life-altering if not witnessed. "Mmm... ugh..." Despite everything, her mouth stayed securely latched around the sensitive part. A careful touch with her tongue would extract every last drop. Unlike before, this wasn't about simply accepting; her movements suggested genuine effort to please. Engrossed, she remained oblivious to her own excitement dripping below. Initially, she was diligent about wiping away any evidence of her excitement, but midway through, she seemed to lose herself in the task, merely swaying her head rhythmically. 'Timing this right is tricky. Maybe I should give a little signal?' Realizing more time had passed than expected, I adjusted my posture and let out a soft groan. Startled, Seoyoon quickly resumed erasing the marks from the floor. Once everything was somewhat tidy, I opened my eyes. "Thanks to you, that felt fantastic." "N-no problem. Don't think too much of it." "As expected from Seoyoon, with all that experience, you really know what you're doing. It's definitely better than being clumsy." "...Really appreciate it." Not sure if it was praise or something else, Seoyoon tilted her head quizzically. 'What now? We still have a bit of time left.' Ending it here felt premature. Then again, having received oral for the first time from her, it seemed unfair to demand more. As I eyed her cleavage thoughtfully, she suddenly covered up. "Why hide? It looks good." "I showed you so you'd finish quickly, not for your weird daydreams." "Right. You sure covered fast." Feigning disinterest, I shifted my gaze aside, noticing her eyes narrowing at my dismissive act. Unsatisfied with my easy surrender, she subtly lowered her arms, crossing them beneath her chest in a coy pose. "So, what's the verdict on getting a taste from an active idol?" "It was so heavenly, I almost lost sense of everything. Absolute best." "Of course. When it comes to me, men are just..." Boasting about her prowess in such a direct manner—it seemed like an attempt to fend off any suspicion I might have. I nodded nonchalantly in agreement, standing up and stretching. "I'm off to clean up with my toy. Feel free to leave if you're hungry." "Hunger... Okay." Now realizing she’d consumed my release, her face turned red. Ignorant of her reaction, I went into the bathroom with the toy. Swishhh... Opening it up revealed the ample evidence inside. The undeniable proof of an encounter with a celebrity filled me with a sense of triumph. I prodded gently at the still firm protrusion, inserting a finger for added sensation. "Hnng..." A soft, tempting sound reached my ears from outside. The intensity in her inner walls increased as I rubbed around. "Ahhh... nnngh..." The sensitivity heightened, the trembling asked for stronger stimulation. But playtime had its limits. Pop. A final tug freed my finger, causing the opening to ripple and release a creamy trail. 'It's a shame, but necessary. After all, today was unique with her involvement.' Each encounter piled on with messy aftermaths would surely start to irritate her—dealing with the smell, cleaning up, and the damp clothes. Too much of that, and she'd avoid meeting up, using whatever excuses she could muster. So, with a sigh, I meticulously cleaned up inside. Creak. "You're still here?" "Y-yeah. I wanted to at least say goodbye." Upon exiting, I noticed Seoyoon obscuring her lower half with a bag. She’d managed to stain her pants after my earlier attentions. I hadn’t expected such sensitivity. Feigning ignorance, I dressed and spoke. "Let me treat you to a meal next time. Thanks for today." "Alright... I'm really leaving now." "Take care." As I waved, she cast a dissatisfied look back. Then, pushing out her lips just a bit, she bluntly spoke. "...You're really heartless." "What now?" "Never mind." Disappointment clouded her face as if she’d expected more. I remained puzzled, unable to discern her true desires. Slam. * "Sigh..." Seoyoon gently caressed her still-throbbing lower abdomen out in the hallway. Being left in such an ambiguous state, her body protested for immediate relief. 'Why is he so unbothered? Have we grown so close that he no longer sees me as a person?' Others would clamor and squeal just from catching a glimpse of her, yet Woojin remained indifferent. Whether she was a top idol or not didn't seem to matter. Even after a handjob, even with her chest exposed, his expression didn't change. She'd even given him a blowjob today, all without evoking more than a cheeky grin. Sure, he’s surrounded by celebrity-level women, she knows. But still, doesn’t her status as an 'idol' come with its own weight and honor? This was a matter of pride. An sss-class woman performing such acts, and having the man remain unphased? Impossible in any world. Seoyoon heaved a long sigh, glancing down at herself. 'Lately, it feels like it's grown, or is it just me... like there’s a glow...' With no change to her daily routine, there was only one suspect. She turned abruptly with a sudden realization. 'Did this start after consuming... that? Is there really an effect?' Recollecting the scene, her abdomen twitched anew. At the same time, the image of what she'd been holding came to mind. A size filling her mouth yet miraculously comfortable. Could her body be adapting to Woojin’s needs, evolving to match? 'As if that’s a thing. Today must have been special.' Shaking her head to dispel the weird train of thought, she walked away. She resolved to enjoy a post-meal diversion before heading home. * "Let’s wrap this up before the next one arrives." "Nnngh... ahh..." Unwilling to finish, Heejin continued her ministrations. But after showing her the clock on my phone, she finally relented. "It didn’t feel that long." "You’ve been under the desk for 30 minutes now. Doesn't your back hurt?" "Not really." With a nonchalant shrug, she reached for tissues, carefully wiping away any residue. 'Time does fly by sometimes. It's already clock-out time.' After being attended to by Chae-a noona and Heejin in turns, it was finally time to head home. Despite the easy earnings, a sense of doubt lingered. Was it right to earn money this way? But who was I to question my benefactor's intentions? After the smooth baton-passing, I stepped outside. Chae-a eyed me wistfully as we exchanged farewells. "I'm gonna miss you... A week feels too long." "A good rest over the weekend will fly by in a blink." "True enough... It's late, so get home safely." "Will do. Take care, Heejin." With that, I started down a path different from usual, heading toward Ahyoung’s place. Suddenly, Chae-a called out. "Woojin, you heading somewhere else? You're going in a different direction than usual." "Meeting a friend briefly, so I'm heading this way." "Want a ride? It's the least I can do when you've had a long day." "No, thanks. It's just a five-minute walk. Besides, there's nowhere to park near there." "Is that so...?" She fidgeted, looking like she wanted to linger, but ultimately waved me off instead of being a burden. Brrr... As I continued towards Ahyoung’s place, my phone rang. Speak of the devil. "Hello." "Hey, oppa~ Are you done with work?" "I'm on my way. I’ll be there in about five minutes." "Ah! I called just in case you forgot. Hurry on over then." The call ended with a playful kiss sound. Chuckling, I picked up the pace. ‘Did she really think I’d forget? Even after this morning?’ It seemed tonight would be a long one. Ding-dong. "It's open!" As I pressed the doorbell, her vibrant voice chimed in response from inside. And just like that, the door was open. A burst of movement shot towards me upon pushing it open. "I've been waiting!" Ahyoung leapt into my arms, rubbing her upper body against mine. The soft mass of her breasts squished pleasingly against me as she embraced me tightly. "You called just for this, didn’t you?" "Correct. So, what’ll it be first? A bath, dinner, or... me?" She playfully mimicked a line you'd hear in an anime. I smirked and answered, "Of course, Ahyoung comes first." "But which option? Kiss? Oral? Paizuri? Or... straight to the main event?" She blew gently into my ear, using her knee to tease my groin. Her suggestive teasing hit just the right spot. "What should we start with? What's on the special menu?" "How about a breast appetizer? Ah, but first, shouldn’t we clean up?" She detached herself and knelt in front of the shoe rack. Effortless, she pulled down my pants and freed me. "By the way, what's with the outfit?" "This? Doesn't it give off a newlywed vibe?" No wonder I could feel everything so keenly—it was that attire. A naked apron, leaving nothing to the imagination with its revealing side profile and rounded front. Entranced, I couldn't look away as Ahyoung leaned in. "I'll wash you up, for my hardworking husband, so just relax." Casually changing her manner of address, she planted soft kisses on the tip. "Smooch... smooch... smooch..." Three consecutive kisses. Any man failing to rise to the occasion from this would surely be inept. With her lips resting briefly against my now fully awake self, she inhaled deeply. "Alright then... let's start the clean-up♡"