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### Title: A Curious Encounter This novel follows the protagonist through a maze of intriguing events and intense emotions. The narrative here depicts their discovery of clandestine activities and the ensuing excitement. --- A renowned Pension, despite its convenience and limited capacity, was fully booked year-round due to its fame. An AV shoot at such a place? "No way. Who would be insane enough to film themselves having sex in the pool?" The video seemed to be shot with a high-definition camera; surely, it couldn't have gone unnoticed. Such actions would have led to immediate expulsion, undoubtedly. Narrowing her eyes, Cha Youn returned to the beginning of the video. It began with a nearly-naked woman and man descending the stairs in their swimwear. "Right. I remember those stairs. The counter was to the side, and the large lobby was in the center." Confirming the setting with unwavering certainty, she wondered how and why this was happening. She watched the couple having poolside sex until the end. The scene, under the soft moonlight, mesmerized with its overpowering presence. Gentle waves splashed, echoing as the woman let out ecstatic moans. Even after watching the entire scene, no hints were uncovered, so she decided to explore further. “Let’s check the next one. Maybe there’s something here.” Another video shared the same upload date. This time, it was inside a room. "Ahh! Yes... right there...!" "Harder... please... ahh!" Three people appeared amidst the heated dialogue. The women were lined up on the bed, while a man was playing with their bodies. Barely touched, they quivered, liquid seeping from them. "W-wow... How do they...?" The sight made Cha Youn blush heavily. Though she had experienced a threesome, even including a close friend, their encounters had never reached such explicit extremes. Feeling warmth spreading through her body, she focused intently on the video. “Who wants to be first? Tighten up… more!” "Yes, I'll squeeze harder!" The bizarre notion of a squirting contest left her momentarily breathless. “Do AV actors really do stuff like this? Or is this what men like?” Caught up in her serious contemplation, the escalating noises gripped her senses. "There... yes, there...!" "Harder...!" Their movements were intense, and soon, two streams of liquid soared through the air. “Right...? Or maybe the left went further...” She unknowingly assessed, fingers trailing downwards. “Hmm...” She found the tiny pearl had already swelled, unaware of the growing desire within. 'This isn't enough...' Skipping ahead, the scene filled her vision. Thrust... thrust... thrust... “Yes! A real one feels so much better...!” "But didn’t you like fingers?” “That’s not it... ahh!” With fierce intent, the man plunged into the left woman, the other watching with envy, indulging in self-pleasure. She understood the impulse; ignoring such a sight defied human nature. Thinking back to her intense encounter with Woojin yesterday, Cha Youn quickened her pace. 'I'm close...' Fueled by the rising heat and pressure, she didn’t hold back, releasing freely. Fwwht... fwt... Her body jerked upwards, legs twitching through the climax. As clarity returned, an intriguing detail caught her eye. 'But... Why do their faces feel familiar? Where have I seen them before?' While it felt like she knew them, she couldn't quite place it. Forgetting such striking beauty seemed improbable. She pondered deeply, recalling faces of frequent customers at the convenience store. Unable to shake the vague memory, it clicked when she spotted the clothes scattered on the bed. 'Wait, that hat and sunglasses. I know them...' Strikingly unique, the fashion sense left an imprint. Those accessories and outfits remained vividly in her memory. “That was what Shin Ayoung wore...!” She exclaimed, recalling keeping that outfit in memory for its beauty. Her eyes fixated on the girl indulging herself. Slightly different but unmistakably the brown bob cut of Yoon Hae-yoon. "...But why are their videos here?" Revealing one secret only led to a deeper mystery. Even forgetting to clean the floor, Cha Youn returned, searching through other videos, hoping for answers. --- "Almost blew my cover with distractions." I quickly put aside the ‘ona-hole’ before grabbing my phone again. The rare notification startled me into silence. -Ding. VR activated. Do you wish to share your screen? [YES/NO] Cha Youn’s signal that she needed someone. I hadn't expected to hear from her after she announced her intentions. ‘Is there really no need to worry if she said it's the last time?’ Given the reason was simple, perhaps this truly was the last call. Asserting her confidence likely meant facing relentless attacks starting next week. Calming my nerves, I continued chatting with Han Hee-jin. -Han Hee-jin: I worked hard today. -Park Woo-jin: Good job. -Han Hee-jin: Then give me a reward. Demanding so suddenly. You work hard just to survive, didn't you? Just as I was about to tease her more, another message arrived. -Han Hee-jin: Picture. ### Title: Whispers of Desire The intricate dance of heightened sensations and playful exchanges continues, creating a tapestry of longing and anticipation. The exchanges between Woo-jin and Hee-jin escalate, capturing the thrill of forbidden connections. --- Hee-jin's unexpected confession accompanied by a selfie left me momentarily stunned. A photo taken from under her desk showcased her lower half. Zooming in revealed her pants and panties slightly lowered, her legs spread wide. Her reddened core leaked white fluid, pooling onto the chair below. -Park Woo-jin: Does pleasuring yourself during work count as working hard? -Han Hee-jin: Well, wouldn’t it have been nice if you dropped by to help relieve me? -Park Woo-jin: Unbelievable. Now she blames me. Perhaps she’s intentionally trying to provoke me? Considering her extreme masochism, it wouldn’t be surprising. -Han Hee-jin: You could drop by for 10 minutes and indulge me, leaving a mark inside. -Park Woo-jin: Wait until Wednesday. We had plenty of fun just yesterday. -Han Hee-jin: Four days is too long... -Park Woo-jin: Just wait. The longer you wait, the more satisfying it'll be. Though I placated her with gentle words, her lack of response suggested lingering dissatisfaction. ‘I’d love to, but having been busy with Ayoung all day yesterday...’ Reflecting on the previous night's adventures, I glanced at my relaxed member. Fallen asleep after a night of passion, woken up later by Ayoung’s playful advances, early afternoon was filled with indulgence. It didn’t stop there. Her teasing, serving lunch in nothing but an apron, ignited me to initiate another round. Perhaps as revenge, Ayoung had crawled under the table during lunch, taking me in her mouth. ‘And we proceeded to the bed right after digestion, didn’t we?’ That day was filled with every encounter imaginable, culminating in a shared shower before parting. A day full of primal indulgence. ‘I may have overexerted myself a bit.’ Yet, I balanced it with adequate care for my body. While massaging my thighs, another message from Hee-jin arrived. -Han Hee-jin: Then send me a picture of your cock. A picture of my cock... Perhaps she intends to entertain herself? -Park Woo-jin: Picture. -Han Hee-jin: ...Not this, but one of it fully aroused. -Han Hee-jin: Please include the whole view, even the balls. Her prompt response to my playful flaccid picture painted her flustered face vividly in my mind. -Park Woo-jin: Excite me. That’s how you’ll get a picture of it. -Han Hee-jin: Didn’t I just send you something? -Park Woo-jin: That wasn’t enough. Engaging in playful banter. Soon, three consecutive pictures arrived. Each was enticingly provocative at a glance. The first showed her sticking out her tongue, her top exposed. The second revealed her spread legs, exposing herself. The third, taken from afar, displayed Hee-jin’s entire naked form. -Han Hee-jin: Is this enough? Now send yours quickly. She honestly gets me going. A girl requesting erotic pictures to aid in her solo tryst. I sent mine, immediately calling after. “How was it? Didn’t I capture it perfectly, even in my opinion?” “Yes... Master, your cock looks amazing.” “What makes it amazing?” “It’s so amazing I’d love for it to fill me right now... Just looking makes me wet, and I’m aching.” Her breath came in heavier gasps, her voice sultry, enticing. “So, are you going to touch yourself now?” “Yeah... and could we keep the call on? I want to hear Master's voice while I do it.” There was no way I could refuse this. Switching to speaker mode, I lounged comfortably to enjoy the audio symphony. “If you do exactly as I say, the call stays on.” “Understood.” She responded without the slightest hesitation, her tone eager. “Alright... Start by massaging your breasts.” “Uh huh... I’m doing it, Master...” The breaths reaching through the speaker were rough, a clear sign of her intense excitement. Instantly, my original plan of merely listening evolved dramatically. Closing my eyes, I imagined Hee-jin teasing her breasts while teasing my arousal slowly. Certainly, I could switch to voyeur mode to watch every detail physically, yet I didn’t. ‘Phone sex has its unique attraction, and this audio play excites in its own way.’ Speculating on her posture, I continued guiding her. “Move your hand forward now.” “It’s done...” “Gently... Circle the areola’s edge with your fingertips.” “Ahh... Yes! Mmm...!” Her increasingly sweet voice suggested her body trembling, mouth widening. “Are you doing it properly?” “I’m on my third round… Hah...!” “Two more to go.” “I’ve done it...” “Great, now let go.” Never deliver all pleasures at once. Tease, pause, then tease again. Reward is essential for deep satisfaction—something this masochist seemingly subconsciously desired. “Want to touch more?” “My nipples got hard like Master’s cock... Let me touch them…” “Just three seconds. No more.” “Yes... Haa... Nnngh! Ahhhh...” Her moans emerged, eager and intense, attempting to maximize pleasure within limits. But all too soon, deprived of touch, she expressed with cute pouts. Such adorable displays inclined me to reward her. “Now lift your index and thumb.” “They’re up...” “Keep pinching your nipples until I tell you to stop.” “Both?” “Of course. Now start.” While not as sensitive as her core, I remembered her nipples being particularly responsive. A tale woven with sensual anticipation and playful exchanges, the protagonists navigate the intimate battlefield of desire. They engage in a tantalizing dialogue through phone sex, exploring boundaries and pleasures in equal measure. --- Hee-jin, known for climaxing just from nipple pinching without any other stimulation, released a potent moan that almost made me lose control. Initially, I had intended to tease her, but hearing such genuine reactions made even my resolve waver. "Are you listening?" "Yesss... I can hear you..." "What position are you in right now as you touch yourself?" "I’ve set the pillows upright on the bed... Ahh! Leaning against them and playing with my nipples...!" "Does pinching them feel good?" "It feels great... Hearing your voice while I do it makes it even better...!" She transforms entirely from her usual composed, monotone work demeanor when we engage in intimate acts like this—an enthralling change. "Now stop pinching and start swirling them around." "Ahh! I am...!" "Move faster. I’m giving you one minute, and when I signal, let it all go. Can you do that?" "Yes! I'll reach nipple climax just when you say, Master!" Could she really do it? She responded immediately, her voice growing more erotically charged. Her moaning amplified my own actions, nearing a crescendo just as the minute hand threatened to change. Counting down, I said: "5, 4, 3, 2, 1. Now." "Ahhh...! Ooohh...!" Her sweet moan at the perfect moment felt almost hypnotic. ‘Could she be faking this?’ Not likely. Knowing Hee-jin, if she couldn’t, she’d ask for scolding, relishing the eventual high. "I... I feel so good..." "You enjoyed that?" "Yes, just like you said—I pinched my nipples and finished… Can I have a reward?" "What you just did was the reward." "Something even better..." I anticipated this. "What were you doing, Master?" "Just listening to your voice." I omitted the fact that I was also pleasuring myself. From her tone, she likely guessed and sounded apologetic. "I'm sorry for feeling good all on my own... You're the master, after all." "It's okay. Don't worry about it." "...Give me a moment; I’ll call right back." The call cut off. Did Cha Youn knock on her door or something? Why so sudden? Before I could decipher it, my phone vibrated—this time a video call. Answering, I adjusted the angle to show only my head and torso. The screen filled with Hee-jin's face, her eyes slightly glazed and lips glistening. Seeing me, she shyly chuckled and greeted with a nod. "Can you see me clearly?" "Yes, perfectly." "This time, I’ll be your entertainment, so please enjoy and release too, Master." Before I could reply, the camera panned down. Her milky, flawless skin and incredibly perky nipples defied any notion of being inverted. She flicked the taut peaks with her fingers, quivering slightly. "Just thinking that Master was listening to me pleasure myself made me finish so quickly." The camera continued descending from her taut abdomen, reaching past her thighs. The insides were slick, coated in nectar. Her eager entrance pulsed, continuously leaking. "Can you see it? Ready and waiting..." "Hold out till Wednesday." "Ugh..." Foiled, she lowered her tone, then impishly brought the screen closer to her core. Showcasing her aroused clit, she spread herself invitingly. "Please show me... your large, hard cock..." "Want to see it?" I teased with a little of the head visible, and Hee-jin's eyes widened, mouth parting as she exhaled heatedly, almost diving into the screen. "Shall we show each other as we do it?" "Yes! Absolutely!" Her enthusiasm echoed my proposition. Swiftly, she slid her fingers in, maneuvering them inside with dexterity. "Here's your designated hole, Master... Fill it fully..." "Keep yourself open." "I'll squeeze as I please, while also fondling my breasts..." Although she promised to be my entertainment, she quickly indulged her own desires, quickening her pace. "Ahhh…! Ahh! Ah…!" Fluid splattered onto the sheets, her motions unabashed. "You’re still insatiable after yesterday?" "Yes! Sex with Master was so incredible… Ahh! My body never calms...!" "Here’s the piece you’ve been yearning for." Once I tilted the camera down, Hee-jin's self-play paused, her eyes scanning observantly. When I shifted, she resumed, plunging deeper, faster, until a small spray erupted. "Your cock—it’s so big and hard, with bulging veins…!" "Soon, I’ll rearrange your insides with it, so keep yourself ready." "Yes!" Her spirited reply, mirrored in my own movement, quickly brought heat rising. "Let me see where you want to release..." "Wherever you want, Master... The place you choose could be my mouth!" "Open wide." I wanted to aim for her core, but respecting the nature of phone sex, I preferred watching her face during the moment. Immediately, she opened her mouth, extending her tongue languidly. "Fill me full..." Despite knowing it was just a phone screen, my hand didn’t stop. Caught up in the moment, I aimed as if to really let her enjoy the release on her eagerly waiting tongue. "I'm about to come." Splurt...!! Splurt... splurt...!! Seeing the front of the phone screen covered in white made me mildly regretful for a moment. But what could be done—it was too late. Just needed to clean up quickly. As I pulled some tissues to wipe it clean, Hee-jin's expression on the screen was desperate, her lips moving as though she could taste it. "Ahhh... Master's seed... it's so thick and delicious..." "Don't spill a drop. Swallow it all." "Yesss... I'll take it all into my stomach." We conversed as if it had really happened. Oddly, it didn’t feel unnatural. Once I was cleaned up, Hee-jin smirked slyly. "Thanks, that relieved me nicely." "No more pleasuring yourself just because you’re lonely. It's forbidden until we next meet." "Can I video call you again tomorrow, then?" "If I’m feeling it." "I'll make sure you do. Don't ignore my call." "Got it. Need to go clean the phone now before it starts smelling." "I'll get you a new one. The latest model with a big screen." "There's no need." The thought of extorting a 20-year-old was unfathomable. Also, just offering to buy something over a million won was a bit unhinged. "Alright, see you later." "Tomorrow." "Okay, okay. Hanging up now." With that, the call ended. I hurried to the bathroom to wash off the evidence, struck by an odd sense of post-climax contemplation. "Do I have to do this again tomorrow? Really?" Maybe I should just meet her briefly and satisfy these urges? Or find somewhere else to vent? Contemplating these options, I went back to my room. I switched the phone on, checking for any water damage. But instead, I noticed a missed call. [Cha Youn] ‘Surely she doesn’t want a video call too, does she?’