348 - Wireless On**ole

Passage 348: A Lazy Sunday Morning – Novel Archives It was a Sunday morning. Park Seo-yoon woke up, hugging her teddy bear. "Ugh... mmm..." As she regained consciousness, she felt the soft touch of the blankets. From her shoulders to her toes, she was enveloped in soft and warm fur, enjoying the sensation... Blink. The difference from her usual waking experience quickly snapped her to full alertness. And she remembered everything she had done before falling asleep the night before. She groped around for her clothes, but they were nowhere to be found on the bed. Peeking over the edge, she spotted her underwear and summer shorts laid out on the cold floor. "I told myself I'd hold back, but I did it again. Sigh..." Park Seo-yoon glanced at the teddy bear, which carried a suggestive scent, and placed it back in its rightful spot as she got up. A stronger scent wafted up from between her thighs. Crinkling her nose, she whipped the blankets aside. 'I need to wash these. The smell must have stuck.' Sighing again, she rose from the bed. Up until a few weeks ago, things hadn’t been like this. But ever since arriving here, her libido had suddenly surged. Especially since sleep had been elusive last night. Her hands naturally wandered, trying to quench her body's heat, but despite her efforts, satisfaction was fleeting. 'Ugh... All because of that Park Woo-jin...' If she had never experienced it, she might have been able to ignore it. Once a pleasure had set in, it was hard to erase. She couldn't shake the thought that no one but him would suffice, even trying three times in succession, but the result was always the same. Moreover, the act only made his image dominate her mind more. Hard, throbbing, hot, and pulsating... "Enough. But what has he been doing for a whole week without making a move?" Since nursing him last time he had strangely been silent. She had hoped for some touch, but to no avail. Maybe she should subtly bring up the topic of onaholes today. Perhaps she should invite him to have a meal together. There was the meal coupon she earned by giving him a favor last time; he wouldn't refuse. Might as well choose a fancy place. Before stuffing the blankets in the washing machine, she picked up her phone. She found Park Woo-jin's contact and sent a message on KakaoTalk. -Park Seo-yoon: Buy me lunch today. Her heart pounded as she stared at the screen, but the '1' indicating an unread message didn’t disappear. It’s the weekend; he might be sleeping in. 'Even if late, he'll see it by lunch. If I gauge the mood right and steer the conversation, maybe then...' She shuddered slightly at the memory of Park Woo-jin's fingers gliding over her untouched beforehand. Suppressing her excited lower abdomen, she headed to the bathroom. * The next day. After a deep sleep, she woke up feeling incredibly refreshed. It had been a while since she felt this light, her body seeming notably relieved. 'I have a class in the first period today, so I should get ready quickly.' She hastily grabbed her things, catching breakfast on the run, and stepped out the door. Creak. "Ah... Morning? It's been a while, hasn't it?" Park Seo-yoon greeted immediately as if she had been waiting for him. Her eyes seemed to avoid his slightly, and she appeared awkward. 'Has something changed in her vibe...?' Her hairstyle was the same, though. Her makeup... seemed a bit different. "Did you change your shampoo?" "Huh!? How did you know?" Well, her hair was swaying as if to ask for it to be noticed. As he stared, she lowered her hand with a bashful expression. "Ahem... I thought you were oblivious, but you're better than I expected." "The scent is strong enough to fill the hallway; it'd be odd not to notice. Anyway, your makeup seems different too, right?" "Wow...! So you were secretly observing me all along? You're quite sly." "What's that supposed to mean?" Even if he didn’t want to, his sensitive senses picked up everything. Her slightly redder tint danced before his eyes as if urging him to notice. "Let's talk on the way." "Okay." Walking to school with her, pleased by her correct guesses, he heard her speak after a short distance. "By the way, what did you do over the weekend?" "Me? It's a secret." "Why is it the same answer as last time?" "It's personal." Usually, a response like that would just make Park Seo-yoon laugh or retort quickly, but today she was different. She glanced at him with mild dissatisfaction on her face. "Let me guess, you spent it rolling around with another girl. You weren't even home." "If you already know, why ask?" "Hmph. Remember when you said you'd treat me to a meal? Did you forget?" "No, I remember." "Yet, you ignored my KakaoTalk message~ and didn't pick up the phone~. Is this how someone who claims they'll treat behaves~?" "...." Seemingly truly upset, he decided to start with an apology. "Sorry, I left my phone in my pocket, then took off my clothes, and didn't notice you contacted me." "The reason is so incredible I can't even argue. Anyway, treat me today." "Today?" "What? Planning to avoid me again?" Park Seo-yoon glared intently. If he dodged again, she seemed ready not to speak with him for about a week. 'But she seems kind of clingy for some reason?' She did have a history of it. Before, she was desperate like this to take away an onahole; now, it felt more like she wanted his attention? He wasn’t sure, but he had no reason to refuse. "Let's have lunch together later today. I'll treat you." "Not a quick lunch at school, but a proper dinner. You wouldn't dare just grab something from the cafeteria, right? Or I might seriously get mad." "Don't worry, I'll buy something tasty. What do you take me for?" "Right. After all, considering that a highly popular idol even gave a blow job, I wouldn't think Woo-jin's that uncouth." Is that supposed to be a threat? An idol does such a favor and expects dinner in return. How peculiar. After a brief pause filled with silence, Park Seo-yoon gauged his reaction and spoke again. "By the way, did you find the onahole girl?" "No." "Not looking for her?" "It’s hard enough to spot one and honestly, it's getting tedious." "...Eh? Why's that?" "I gave them a strong lesson last time, and they seemed scared off. Since I have the weapon here, I thought there was no need to waste energy roaming around outside." "Ah, I see..." Contrary to the bright expression I expected, her voice was subdued. She let out a small sigh while looking down, then returned to her usual demeanor. "Let’s go." "Alright." Our conversation stalled for quite a while after that. Park Seo-yoon seemed lost in deep thought, so I silently continued to walk by her side. Then, she suddenly poked me in the side. "Woo-jin." "What?" "Should I take care of you later?" Park Seo-yoon’s unexpected suggestion caught me off guard. Normally, it would be an offer I'd welcome with open arms, but the timing was off. "I did too much yesterday, so I’m exhausted." Even though I slept well, unlike a robot, the human body needs a day to recover. Besides, just yesterday, I spent the whole day indulging with the double sisters, and what she offers is just a hand job? My threshold for pleasure had increased, and my body didn't even respond. "I'll do it orally." "I'm exhausted." She intensified her offer when I shook my head no. "Two times orally." "That’d only exhaust me more." "I’ll show you my chest." "I got tired of that yesterday." "Hey... that was another girl’s chest. This is a super celebrity's chest!" "And what, is honey going to pour out of it? Besides, you’d still be wearing a bra, wouldn’t you? It’s just cleavage, and you're selling it like it's something else." And she had done that last time, too. She needed to offer something stronger. Feigning disinterest, I walked on, and Park Seo-yoon stopped in her tracks, muttering softly to herself. "I’ll show you my bare chest." Bare chest. Not bad, but still not enough. "I'm tired." "Y-you can even touch it!" "You're mistaken if you think I’m interested. I indulged so much yesterday that I'm not interested. I’ve reached a point where seeing a chest makes me just think, 'Oh, it's skin.'" She looked utterly shocked, her mouth wide open, having no effect despite having pulled out her trump card, causing her to let out a soft groan of frustration. 'Why is she so eager to show me?' Does she want to coax me into listening to her every command? But going as far as offering a hand job, swallowing, and even letting me touch her chest for the sake of preserving her purity just doesn’t add up. To make such a suggestion means— Could it be? 'Does she... actually like me?' For a moment, an absurd thought crossed my mind. No way. Not with someone as seasoned in the entertainment industry as her. Eliminating unrealistic options, the more plausible answer was her simple desire to engage in something risqué. As strange as it sounded for someone like her, reflecting on it, it wasn’t entirely impossible. She had, after all, gone home after giving me a hand job to indulge in solitary gratification multiple times. Also, I was her only trustworthy male friend. And my, shall we say, skills were exceptional? 'Looks like she has become hooked on what I offer.' Her body now sought satisfaction that she couldn't achieve alone. Suppressing a smile, I heard her final desperate offer as she tried to look unperturbed. "How about if I'm just in my panties...?" "Deal." "You bastard... You responded so quickly." "You made the offer, so why insult me? If you don’t want to, just say no." As if without regret, I waved a hand dismissively and walked forward, Park Seo-yoon catching up hurriedly. "W-who said I don’t want to? It’s just a way of speaking." Flaunting her shampoo scent as she flicked her hair back, she couldn’t help but add a final remark. "The body of a super celebrity is expensive, so make sure to buy me a nice dinner." "Alright, alright, enough chattering." Despite the banter, I couldn’t deny her cuteness, but it was crucial to establish dominance early on. However, Park Seo-yoon wasn't finished. "And don’t forget there's a price for showing my chest, too." "What price would that be?" "Well... as a special friend discount, I'll offer it for a billion won." "Crazy. You might as well rob a flea bank." The thought of emptying my account suggested I might have a hundred billion won lying around. "There's no way I'd show it for free; it wouldn’t make financial sense!" "Then what should I offer in place of that billion?" "...I’ll tell you later." Her face flushed as she hurriedly took the lead. Knowing the likely request, I refrained from questioning further. Classes ended, and the dinner appointment time arrived. -- "We should head here; I made a reservation earlier." "Oh... you really put some thought into this. What’s the occasion?" "I can't take an entertainer just anywhere." Seeing the sign of a well-known restaurant, Park Seo-yoon’s lips curved upwards. With a delighted hum, she nudged my shoulder. "I was mentally preparing to end up in a place like 'Gimbap Heaven,' but what a relief." "Shall we head there then? It’s less than a minute from here." "Let’s go inside already. I'm hungry." Worried I might actually turn and head for the simpler option, she quickly entered the restaurant. Chuckling, I followed her inside. Being seated in a private booth for two, Park Seo-yoon perused the menu and pointed at a picture. "I’ll go for the A set. It looks like the best choice." "You skipped lunch, right? Feel free to order more." "No, thanks. I don’t want to gain weight." Though the menu had pricier options, she opted for a cheaper one, perhaps mindful of my wallet, displaying surprising consideration that pricked at my conscience. She could have easily chosen something more expensive. With her trademark smile, she called the server over. We engaged in light conversation as we enjoyed dinner. "I'm full... You’ve got a good eye for good spots? Not many places satisfy my palate." "I'm a bit of a connoisseur." "That's why I should never compliment you. It goes straight to your head—ugh... your smug face is unbearable." She stepped away a few paces. Whether it was a joke or genuine, she quickly rejoined me, gesturing toward a spot. "I'll buy dessert. How about ice cream?" "Sounds good." "Then let's eat it over there as we digest." She skipped ahead toward an expensive shop, her steps light and full of excitement. 'This feels kind of like a date, doesn't it?' Though we had spent time together before, it had mostly been at the gym or convenience stores. Now we were having dinner at a nice restaurant, just the two of us. It made me feel happy too. Even if she's a bit quirky, Park Seo-yoon was undeniably beautiful and a celebrity most could only dream of even touching. "I'll have this, and that... Oh! And this too, please." "Okay~" She deftly pointed inside the freezer with her finger, seemingly familiar with the flavors. Having ordered all her favorites, she turned to me. "Is there anything particular you want? Just say the word." "If it's got chocolate, I'm happy. You can order as is." "You do have simple tastes." "Let's call it easy-going." She chuckled softly and added a few chocolate items to the order. For all her quirks, she was genuinely considerate. "Let's sit here." She returned to the table with a big tub, filled to the brim. Without delay, Park Seo-yoon scooped a large serving of green ice cream into her mouth. "Mmm~ This is so good. I can never get tired of this." "What flavor is that? It's not what I'm thinking, is it?" "What are you thinking?" "You know what I mean." I could eat it if I had to, but it’s a taste I’d never seek out. As I eyed the mint chocolate-like color of the ice cream apprehensively, she did the same. "It's melon flavor, so stop looking at it like that." "Phew. I almost flipped the table." "...Hey, do you know Kim Seo-jung?" "Of course I do." She's another idol who's reputed to be almost as beautiful as Park Seo-yoon, so it’s no surprise I’d know her. She’s also in the same group as Seo-yoon, making it more evident. "She's really into mint chocolate." It was a bombshell revelation. My illusions shattered. "They do tend to stick together, don't they?" "What do you mean by that?" "Exactly what it sounds like." I nodded meaningfully as Seo-yoon flicked my forehead with her finger. Then, she scooped up another spoonful of green ice cream. I knew she loved melon, but I never imagined she'd indulge in it in ice cream form. Thanks to that, your fluids taste unique. Silently reminiscing over a secret, something rang loudly in my mind. Hrrrnnn! Hrrrnnn! The alarm's siren went off three times, and my phone vibrated, switching to observation mode. Though the sudden alarm surprised me, I quickly regained composure. First, let me assess the situation through observation mode. 'Wait... Isn’t this where we are? Why here?' Judging by Park Seo-yoon’s blissful chewing, the sound seemed to have been heard only by me. Checking my phone, a brief message awaited. [A threat has been detected near Park Seo-yoon. Please check promptly.] A threat? Could it be an emergency update feature? 'Is there going to be an earthquake? Or perhaps she'll get a stomachache and require a hospital visit?' To be safe, I dispatched an avatar to survey the surroundings, spotting something suspicious. A man in a black hoodie, vaguely familiar in build. He was watching us from a distance. 'Isn't that the guy I encountered last night? He was lurking near my house, and now, here too...' As the saying goes, thrice the coincidence becomes destiny. It was almost certain he was Park Seo-yoon's stalker. Seeing as he followed her all the way here from home, it's safe to say he knows her address—plus, he's keeping up with our movements, which is alarming. An ordinary fan wouldn't trigger an app warning. 'Should I tell her?' I shook my head. She might try to handle it diplomatically for her image, but it wouldn't be effective. 'I should monitor for now. We need to understand his intentions.' With an avatar as a safeguard, there was no chance of actual danger. As my invisible guard, I maintained vigilance while Seo-yoon swallowed and asked: "Why aren't you eating? Aren't you full?" "My teeth are sensitive to cold." "...Sometimes, I wonder if we're really the same age. Get to the dentist before it's too late." "I'll go when I have time." "Hmm..." She sulked, chewing on a spoon in her mouth before suddenly rising and heading to the counter. "Can I get this to-go, please?" "Sure." After receiving a pack with dry ice, we stepped outside. Streetlights began to illuminate the darkening sky. "Shall we go?" "Yeah." Recalling our morning promise, her nervousness was palpable. But the blush on her cheeks indicated she was also looking forward to it. Step, step, step... We quietly made our way, me continually checking behind from the avatar's perspective. The stalker was indeed tailing us. I needed to collect evidence. Feigning a forgetful pat of my pockets, I began my act. "I think I left something at the restaurant; I'll be right back. Head on in first." "I can come with you." "No, we're almost home. You go ahead and rest." "Don't forget to come back. Or I'll ring the doorbell relentlessly." "Got it." I nodded and sprinted toward the restaurant. Sneaking past the stalker, I concealed myself around a corner, his behavior shifting. What was once a leisure pace turned into a hurried stride, culminating in a full sprint. Keeping a safe distance, I followed once more. "Excuse me! Excuse me!" As expected, the man shouted Park Seo-yoon's name as he approached. At first unaware, she continued walking. Persistent shouts finally made her turn back. "Yes? Are you calling me?" "Yeah! Aren’t you Park Seo-yoon? Idol Park Seo-yoon!" "Uh... Yes, that's me. What do you want?" Still breathing heavily, the man placed his hands on his knees while Seo-yoon regarded him warily. Instinctively sensing something off, she subtly took a step back. "I've... huff! been a fan for so long. Could we take a picture together? If you could sign this here, too, I'd really appreciate it...! Huff... huff..." He pulled out a white shirt and a marker, his phone in hand, while still gasping for air and approaching Park Seo-yoon. "Pl-please wait. I'm really tired right now, so maybe we can do it tomorrow at school..." "No! I've searched everywhere for this chance... Finally..." "It's pretty late, and pictures won't turn out well now. Let's do it in daylight." Having faced similar situations before, Park Seo-yoon calmly tried to reason with him. But the guy persisted, moving closer, causing her face to blanch with fear. This had gone on long enough. I ran to stand beside Park Seo-yoon. "She doesn’t want to. What are you doing out here so late?" "You... weren't you... from before?" The man froze in shock, pointing at me. But upon seeing my intimidating presence and muscles, he quickly backed down, turning tail to flee. "Phew... That was scary." "Are you alright?" "Thanks to you, yes." She exhaled deeply, stepping out from behind me and sitting on the ground, still holding her forehead as if trying to calm her nerves. "Do those kinds of people show up often?" "Occasionally, there are obsessive fans. Even if I tell them no, they come up and touch me, which feels really intrusive. In the past, bodyguards would intervene right away." "It must be tough now that you're living like a regular person." "It is... Thank you. Really, thank you." Seeing she needed a moment to recover, I left her alone for a moment. I still had business to attend to. My avatar, which had been shadowing her stalker, was still on watch. Seizing a moment when the stalker took a break just a short distance away, I struck the back of his head hard. "Ouch!" He looked around in confusion, but my avatar remained unseen. After delivering a couple more blows, I recalled my avatar. With my little revenge complete, Park Seo-yoon had regained her composure. I extended my hand. "Shall we head back?" "Yeah." She naturally linked her arm through mine, and we started walking again. Once we got off the elevator and neared the hallway, Park Seo-yoon spoke quietly. "You didn’t forget what you promised me this morning, right?" "What was that?" "To do something for me instead of the one billion won." "But wasn’t that supposed to be in exchange for showing your chest?" Without answering, she pressed the code to her room. Creak. The distinct aroma of Park Seo-yoon's room wafted out. Leaving the door ajar, she slid off her shoes and looked back at me. "Hurry up and close the door—so no bugs get in."