371 - Wireless On**ole

Wireless Connection Onahole - Chapter 371 "Haahh...! Haaa...huhh...!" "Heehh...uuhh...haaa..." The muffled sounds of heavy breaths filled the room where the trainers had their faces buried in the bed. Even after retracting themselves, their open anals seemed to proudly gasp for air. The once pristine sheets were now damp, soaked with fluids trickling from their bodies—some of it forming small puddles on the floor. "How was it? Our grand finale?" "...Wow." "It was... incredible?" Hyee-Jin and Hye-Yoon, seemingly at a loss for words after witnessing this overwhelming scene, didn't even need to ask. The evidence was clear from the dampness between their legs. Creak... I withdrew my fingers from her, checking the sticky fluid coating my hands before slyly directing them towards her unyielding rear entrance, still quietly buzzing. They both flinched as soon as I touched their anals, despite thinking they had adjusted somewhat. "Uh... Can we maybe delay this part a little longer?" "Yeah, no matter how good it felt, doing something that intense is just..." "Are you scared?" Nods of agreement. I had intentionally been a bit rough, thinking it might show them just how pleasurable anal play could be. But it seemed I had miscalculated, and it backfired. "It's fine. We can take our time with it." Both of them breathed a shared sigh of relief as I gently patted their behinds. They instinctively began to shift, wanting to remove the egg rotors still inside them. "Leave them in a little longer." "It feels weird..." With that, I gently toppled them onto their backs. I climbed on top of Hyee-Jin, positioning myself, while placing an avatar atop Hye-Yoon. "In return, make it up to me with your bodies." * And so, a day passed by. Spending an entire day indulging in bed and water, the time whooshed right by. "Haaahh...Haaahh..." Exhausted, all four of us had dozed off in the bus. Frankly, it took quite a bit to wake them up that morning and get them out of bed. Not having meals at the right time and the sleep exhaustion were bound to take a toll. 'But more worrying is all these missed messages from Park Seo-Yoon.' Five missed calls since Friday evening. Over ten unread messages. -Park Seo-Yoon: Want to have dinner? -Park Seo-Yoon: Are you asleep? -Park Seo-Yoon: I'll buy you dinner. -Park Seo-Yoon: Feel like chicken? And maybe a cold beer? -Park Seo-Yoon: Are you with your girlfriend? -Park Seo-Yoon: Are you dead? -10 hours ago. I didn't expect so many messages, so quickly. Unintentionally, I'd turned into that jerk who ghosted her for three days. Since calling wasn't an option on the bus, I decided to message back. -Park Woo-Jin: Could we call in 20 minutes? -Park Woo-Jin: Sorry for not replying sooner. As soon as I sent the message in time for our next stop, the read notification popped up. -Park Seo-Yoon: Big shot, huh? Sending a text after 2 days? -Park Woo-Jin: Sorry, I had my phone away from me and didn’t see it. -Park Woo-Jin: I didn’t mean to ignore you on purpose. I patiently awaited a response, and after five minutes, it finally came. -Park Seo-Yoon: In 15 minutes. You call first. -Park Woo-Jin: Got it. I could sense the anger in her words. I needed to apologize quickly. Squeak. As the bus came to a stop in the parking lot, I wasted no time getting off. I pressed the call button and held the phone to my ear. "Hello." "Are you really mad?" "Yeah. Really." Her voice was cold and flat. I could sense her frustration through the speaker. I should explain myself first. "I was completely away from my phone these past days; I’m sorry." "What were you doing?" "I was on a trip, and didn’t have the opportunity to check." "Oh, like a ‘fun’ trip with your girlfriends?" Spot on, but I couldn’t admit to that. I hesitated a moment, and she sighed deeply. "Sigh... Really? And here I was clueless..." "Looking at your messages, you wanted to have dinner. Let’s do it another time." "No." "Sorry?" That wasn’t the direction I thought this conversation was going. Despite my surprise, her voice was firm. "Tonight. Right now." Two hours later, at 5 p.m., I finally got back to the apartment. Before heading in, I knocked on Park Seo-Yoon's door. Creak. "Come in." As soon as I knocked, the door swung open. She took a glance at me, her expression slightly annoyed, and then went back inside. I followed her as she sat on the bed with a slight plop. In a simple tank top and dolphin shorts, her chest rose noticeably. Fighting the urge to stare, I shifted my gaze. As I awkwardly stood there, Seo-Yoon spoke first. "So, did you enjoy your ‘fun’ trip with your girlfriend?" "It was nice." "Where did you go?" "To a hotel with a hot spring." "Must have been... 'busy' all day long." "..." Not the kind of conversation I could respond to. She chuckled dismissively, patting the spot next to her. "Why just stand there? You must be tired. Sit next to me." "I rested enough on the bus." "Oh, come on. After all that rocking, your back must hurt. Just sit." I complied. Despite her anger, I wasn’t sure how to ease the tension. Doing anything suggestive seemed like a bad idea, so I skipped that thought. While contemplating her expression, she showed me her delivery app. "Actually, I ordered chicken before you got here. It's from ㅇㅇ, fine with you?" "Sounds good. But didn’t you have chicken yesterday? Want it again?" "...What are you talking about?" Momentarily startled, her eyes flickered. I pointed to the leftover chicken box in the corner. "That." "Oh." Maybe I should’ve played dumb. Judging by the situation, she probably ordered dinner thinking we’d eat together, and ended up finishing it alone. Embarrassed, she turned her head away. ‘Did she order the same thing because I was coming? Because she likes it?’ For some reason, her actions seemed endearing. Glancing at her slightly reddened profile, it didn’t seem like she was too angry. The soft scent of freshly used body wash lingered around her. She had applied light makeup, making her skin glimmer more than usual and highlighting her red lips. Her cleavage peeked through the thin tank top, and her firm thighs were hard to ignore. It felt like her very presence was tempting me. "..." The air seemed to heat up between us. Just as I was about to say something, Seo-Yoon nudged me with her elbow. "You smell sweaty. Go take a shower." "Well, I did come straight here. I'll head home for a bit to freshen up." "No, shower here." "...Can I?" "If you go home, you'll probably just crash and fall asleep. Don't run away, just shower here." The mixture of earnest and intense eyes made me nod without thinking. With no change of clothes, I headed into the bathroom. Shwaa... Using the shampoo and body wash she had used felt a bit strange. And there it was, that thing lingering in my sight. I found myself staring intensely at the white panties hanging on the towel bar. Was it on purpose? To excite me? With a bemused chuckle, I reached out. Curiosity led me to bring them close to my face. "They must be fresh..." The hint of melon scent at the part that fitted snugly against her body was unmistakable. As a result, my own anatomy responded, despite having expended itself just hours before. After indulging in a few deep breaths like a deviant, I continued my shower. Squeak. "You finished quicker than I thought." "Guys usually shower quickly." "You're not cutting corners, are you? If you are, go back and wash again." "I'm all clean." "Anyway, the chicken is here, so dry off with the hairdryer. I'll set things up." Seo-Yoon excitedly began unpacking. She placed the steaming chicken in the center of the room and flung open the fridge door. "Drinking too?" "Chicken goes best with beer, don't you think? It'd be a shame without it." "That's true." Shaking the cans, she set them down with a thud, completing the setup—or so I thought, until Seo-Yoon got up to fetch her laptop, opening Netflix. "Just eating chicken is boring. Let's watch something fun while we eat." "I heard ㅁㅁ is interesting these days?" "Sounds good. I haven't watched it yet." She started the movie, currently popular, in the dim lighting of the room, and we began our dinner. The closeness due to the movie made our elbows bump constantly, and it was hard to ignore each other. Concentrating on the film was out of the question. She was an insanely popular idol and stunningly beautiful, after all. Gulp. As I swallowed the chicken, Seo-Yoon moved closer. "Watching from this angle is uncomfortable. Lean back on the bed." "Like this?" "Yeah." Instructed, she nestled into my arms. Settling back comfortably, she pressed play again. 'Is she deliberately trying to drive me mad today?' The screen flashed with highlights, yet I couldn't focus. My somewhat calmed anatomy began stirring again. Perhaps sensing my now heavy breaths, she shifted, pressing her body closer. "Your chest is comfy, Woo-Jin." "I'm a bit uncomfortable." "That's the price for ignoring my messages. Stay still." Nonchalantly, she picked up another piece of chicken. The sound of her munching resonated loudly. I slyly placed my arms over her stomach. Flinch. There was a noticeable shiver, but no rejection—a silent permission. I could be bolder. It seemed like this is what she wanted, after all. "I'll explore while we're at it then." Sliding my hand under the snug-fitting top, rolling my fingers over the well-toned abs, and back again beneath the bosom. "Mmhh...!" Every slight push elicited a sweet sound from her. How cute. I pulled her closer, my firmness brushing teasingly against her. Her heart raced, telling me she could feel the pressure. 'Still an hour until the movie ends.' Glancing at the playback bar, I rubbed against her more deliberately. --- Wireless Connection Onahole - Chapter 372 "Haah...haa...aah..." Her soft moans echoed in the darkness. Touching her heightened her sweetness, further amplified by our surroundings dimming, enhancing all other senses. For example, "Aah...uhh...! Mmm!" A mere graze over her chest drew out intense sounds. "Hnn...haah! Mmph..." Even just brushing over her panties with a finger made her lower body shiver. Every touch elicited a rewarding response. But thus far, it was all over the clothes—foreplay. Time to escalate. 'Let's remove these...' Fingers beneath the strap of her black lingerie, slipped out easily with her cooperative motion. Her cooperation was evident as she slightly arched her back to ease the way. Grasping her full chest firmly elicited more intimate sounds. "Haa...haaa...!" Her voice became all the more sensual. With fingers delicately focused on her areolas, I gently traced circles. "Ooh...! Ahh!" Swaying with undulating motions, Seo-Yoon shuddered and arched as I caressed her. With a bold shift, she pressed forward, trembling as if her body sought more. "Ah!" Once more, her body arched dramatically. Breathing heavily, her slight movements reflected heightened sensitivity. 'She's particularly receptive tonight.' Smiling, I buried my face in her hair, breathing in the fragrant scent, eyes closed in release. 'Did she plan this for Friday night? No wonder she sent so many messages.' Oblivious to her expectations, I had left her in this heated state for almost three days. This time, I'll make it worth her while. As the trembling subsided, I returned my hand to her chest. “Hold on…” At last, Seo-Yoon spoke, her voice filled with undeniable excitement. "Do you do this to your girlfriend too?" "Something similar, but with a bit less intensity." "Less intensity?" "I’m not really touching your lower parts, am I?" Not wanting to embarrass her about her virginity, I swallowed my words. Seo-Yoon turned her head, curiosity and anticipation in her eyes, slowly grinding her hips. "So, because I'm less pretty, you're not putting in your best effort?" "That's not it." "You're not just planning to make me feel good and then escape, right? Since this isn’t serious anyway." Her words came out teasingly sharp, as if in a playful but pointed complaint. She suddenly grasped my shirt. "Take yours off too." "If I do, I'll be bare, but you’ve still got clothes on." "Hmph… Then take them off." Seo-Yoon subtly slid her tank top strap off her shoulder as an invitation. The sight of more exposed skin was too tempting to resist. I traced my fingers up her smooth skin, lifting the top over her head. Bounce. Her always impressive, perky breasts were revealed. While I was tempted to cup them fully in my hands, Seo-Yoon acted first. "My turn now." Swiftly turning around, she lifted my shirt. Inspecting my torso, she pointed at a spot on my collarbone. "You’ve got a hickey here." "Probably from yesterday, hard to get rid of." "Seems like you had a wild night, huh? Well, given it was a 3-day trip, it’d be odd if you didn’t." Seo-Yoon’s eyes searched for any other marks before pressing a fingerprint over my left nipple. "You’ve got a bite mark here too. Gross." "Wanna give it a try?" "Screw off." Her face held an angry pout. Rather cute, actually. With the brief pause in conversation, I glanced down at her chest. A sight to behold when unveiled, I imagined pressing my face against those curves, breathing her in. How amazing that would be. Catching my bold gaze, Seo-Yoon raised a brow, stretching her back languidly. "Alright then, show me what you do for your girlfriends." "The same way?" "But don’t touch below." "Again?" "Again? You think I'd let a player like you touch a woman’s most precious part?" She seemed so confident, despite the obvious desire for more. It threw me off, expecting we might go all the way tonight but encountering her guarded stance instead. I couldn’t think of another way forward without revealing her inexperience. "What's with the dawdling? Can't you see your favorite celebrity’s hot body right here?" I wasn’t sure. Something would have to work out. Gently placing my hand on her waist, I started slowly crawling upward, teasingly. "Haah… ha… So, what did you do when you got there?" "Checked in and toured the room." "And then?" "We played a guessing game with blindfolds on." "...What?" I didn’t give specifics, but she seemed to instinctively understand. Judging by her incredulous expression, it was spot on. "Did you guess them?" "All four, correctly even the order." "Four? Well, that’s not even surprising now." "They each have unique traits, it was easy to tell once I entered." "Enter...what?" Her eyes widened, startled. She swallowed hard. "That was just from lots of experiences. Not as hard as it sounds." "Really...? So you’re saying it’s impressive?" Seo-Yoon fondled my prominently straining pants, lifting her hips to ease them down. "Do you want to see?" "I’m just curious—how much would you have to do for it to be like that… is all." "Help me with my underwear too." "Stay put." Her gentle hands moved over my hips, sliding my briefs off completely. Upon seeing me fully erect, she dipped her head, as if wanting a closer look. "It’s really big." "Don’t you think the shape and color are nice too? That's what the others said." "It's too dark to tell. And don’t talk about other girls, it’s annoying." "Jealous?" "Crap." Though she protested, her eyes couldn't leave my length. Unable to resist, both hands slowly reached out, trailing warmly over the surface. Her warm, smooth fingers glided along my skin, and despite mere slight movements, my lower half twitched in response. Pleased by this, a small smile formed on her lips. "What do you think? Does this help you tell it's me?" "Not really." "Then how about this?" Leaning forward, she nestled into my embrace. Rather than fully resting, she began licking the spot with the bite mark intently. "Sluurp... lick... mmm..." Her diligent tongue danced with intense earnest, as if determined to claim me. I appreciated how she watched my reaction with uplifted eyes. In return, I placed a hand on her dolphin shorts, caressing her rear firmly. She slightly lifted her hips, a clear gesture of permission. Slide... I tossed them far away, probably never to be worn again, but she didn’t mind. Instead, she focused even more passionately on my nipple, working it thoroughly. With the attention on my shaft increasing, her dexterous touches began expertly targeting my sensitive points. Before long, pre-cum began to ooze forth. "Kiss... kiss... suck... slurp..." With lubrication now applied, her pace quickened. This sort of service deserved reciprocation. I began caressing her bottom, moving inward. As my fingers slipped past her firm thighs into the moist heat between her legs, a shiver ran through Seo-Yoon. "Hmmph! Haa!" Every pass over her damp panties, especially around her clitoris and entrance, made her flinch. Three minutes passed like this. "Haa... haa... haa..." Seo-Yoon broke away, her face flushed and breathless. At the same moment, I pulled my hand away from the now thoroughly soaked panties. "...." "...." A brief silence ensued. We locked eyes just as the laptop screen went dark. The movie had finished, leaving the room in even deeper darkness and silence. "You must be desperate to release now, right?" "You know it." "Well... the thing is, I'm feeling a bit sore today..." Her tone shifted, slightly theatrical, and she turned her head away to avoid my gaze. Before I could respond, Seo-Yoon moved. She made her way to my bag. "I noticed it earlier, tossed on the floor. I tried to organize, and I found it." "What did you find?" "The adult toys." She rummaged through with a clatter, eventually pulling something out with a slight flourish—a wireless connected onahole. With a sly look, she held it up, wiggling it from side to side. "I'll use this on you today." "...Weren't you the one who pitied the person who had to resort to these? Wasn't that you?" "It was, but... you did say you’d given up on searching. We’re practically strangers now, right?" Seo-Yoon moved closer, sitting across from me like before. Our positions were so close that if either of us shifted, our bodies would practically touch. She smirked at my eager arousal and presented the opening of the onahole to me. "Someone you've never met and who troubled you—why would virginity matter here, right?" I didn’t have much to say. Her glances earlier and her ambiguous remarks now made sense—she had planned this. This way, she wouldn’t need to expose her virginity. Moreover, in this context, the experience would be nearly identical to actual intercourse. "I'll make sure this pleases you. I know exactly where you feel it most... I'll adjust the pressure just right." "Alright. I’m counting on you." I connected with Seo-Yoon through the device. At once, the onahole’s entrance became moist, emanating a strong melon fragrance. The opening flexed eagerly. The soft, obscene sound told me everything was ready even without looking closely. "Here I go..." With a quiet determination, Seo-Yoon lowered her hand, maintaining eye contact, unblinking. Squish... Heat enveloped the tip of my member as something parted to swallow me slightly. "Huh..." She bit her lip. Steadying her breath, as if making an important decision, her grip tightened confidently. "Uhn...!" Something pierced through, enveloping me in its warmth and soft interior.