431 - Wireless On**ole

### Episode 431: The Battle of Toys and Desire Why is it white, I wonder? As I observed the fluid on Park Seo-yoon's fingers, my mind quickly spun through possible explanations. Excuse #1: I secretly took care of myself here. Excuse #2: The moment I touched your chest, I got so turned on that I just lost control. "Both excuses are utter nonsense," I thought. Even a stray dog wouldn't believe those. Yet, given the situation, they seemed like my best options. If everything else feels strange, then I might as well go with the most plausible one. With a steely resolve and a deliberately sensual tone, I began, "Looking at your face already had me on edge, but the moment I touched your chest, things just went... wild." "...What?" Seo-yoon's jaw dropped, clearly not expecting such an audacious reply. Stunned into silence, she quickly gathered her wits and retorted sharply, "What nonsense is that? Do you think that even makes sense?" "You're just that incredibly captivating. Look—I'm living proof." "Living proof, my foot. You might as well be dead," she scoffed, repeatedly opening and closing her fingers. She then displayed a long string of the viscous fluid right in front of me, as if demanding a quick explanation. Drip... drip... The all-too-suggestive sounds echoed. Focusing intently on the auditory sensations, Seo-yoon slowly parted her lips. Very slowly, she extended her tongue, gently placing a finger on it. With closed eyes, she savored it as if tasting freshly served delicacy, rolling her tongue until the thick substance diluted. "Heh... heheh..." Her movements were utterly enticing. Had she been using that tongue for something else earlier? The sight tightened the muscles in my lower body. Seo-yoon, witnessing my reaction, widened her eyes in amusement. With satisfaction evident on her face, she swallowed. "See? It is definitely yours. Though it's not as thick or tasty as I thought." "I told you, it happened when I touched your chest." "Still insisting on that story? Alright, keep that up..." Casting a hawk-like glare, she began to survey her surroundings meticulously. Surveying every nook and cranny where something might be hidden, she shrugged her shoulders. "Fine. Pressuring you isn't going to make you confess anyway. But since we're here, this should be fair game." Suddenly, she crouched down, positioning her eyes at the exact height of my privates, peering up directly at the base. "You said it was because of me, right?... Then let me clean it up for you." Without any hesitation, she placed her hands on my thighs to steady herself and extended her tongue with an expression as if she'd just been served a delectable treat. She started with playful care, licking the remnants of the fluid. "Slurp... slurp... heeng... eung..." Diligently licking, she gathered the spilled remnants into her mouth. All the anger she had harbored seemed to dissipate in no time. Even when frustrated, there's something about putting a mouth to work on someone that'll soothe nerves. Gently, I petted her pretty hair. "Heung...! Stay still." Her sharp tone returned. Though embarrassed, I couldn’t exactly complain when she was helping with the cleanup. With my privates extended towards her, I began to accept her service. Applying just the right amount of pressure so as not to hurt, she started from the base, gradually increasing her intensity. "Suck... slurp... mmm... eung...!" What started as tentative licks slowly evolved into an anaconda-like embrace, before she wrapped her lips tightly and began sucking in earnest. The rate at which she was cleaning was astonishing, closely embracing my thighs while ensuring not a spot was missed. Soon, she reached just underneath the tip. "Heck... heck... heck..." Seo-yoon buried her nose into the crook of a crevice, exhaling softly. Though it was merely warm air, the sight of her excitement caused me an involuntary reaction. As I gave a slight gulp, she took a deep breath and resumed her pace. "Huuh... huuh... slurp... ah!" Maintaining her previous speed, she repeatedly kissed the same spot, as if lamenting that there wasn’t much left to clean. She didn’t have to hint—she just had to ask. With satisfaction, I observed as she worked her way to the tip, kissing the split surface, bringing her task to an end. "Smooch... smooch..." She was impeccable. I almost applauded her prowess. "We're not done yet, so hold on a bit." Swiftly shifting from being the person who’d just been at work, she gathered herself with a calm demeanor and rummaged through her handbag. What she pulled out was a handkerchief. "It has to go back in your pants eventually. You wouldn't want it to feel uncomfortable, right? Let me wipe it clean." "I didn't peg you for this side... You're quite detail-oriented, aren’t you?" "It's impressive you've just realized." "Better late than never." "Alright, now that’s really it~" Gingerly, she nestled my now pristine private part back into my underwear. Though it required some maneuvering given my fully tensed state, she eventually managed to zip up my pants. Clap! Seo-yoon gave her knees a pat before standing up. With a knowing smile, she tossed her hair back once again. "Time for me to head off. Any longer and the convenience store owners might start getting suspicious." "Thanks for cleaning up. You really saved me." "No need to thank me. We're seeing each other tomorrow, right?" "I’ll let you know the details later." "Forget and you're dead." She clenched her fist, waving it in the air ominously. Forgetting a meeting with a super idol like her? Impossible. I nodded confidently. "Alright, we'll see." "No need to worry." "With you saying that, I’m more worried." Is my trustworthiness really that low? Well, it's something that should resolve itself come tomorrow, so I'll set it aside for now. Step by step... I followed her to the exit. As the door opened, we were greeted by Cha-hee and Hee-jin, who were still at the counter in all their bare glory. Facing them, Seo-yoon beamed brightly. "Thanks for everything. I’ll be back again~" "Alright, take care." They awkwardly waved at her, and once she had fully stepped outside, both let out a sigh of relief. "Wow... I nearly had a heart attack." "Why are you still not dressed? Did you discover some newfound exhibitionism?" "Wouldn't it be better to wash up first before putting clothes on again? I was drenched in sweat." "I'm already dressed though." "...Whatever. I'm going to take a shower now, so cover for me." As I watched them swiftly disappear into the bathroom, I chuckled to myself. Taking a look around at the convenience store after what felt like a whirlwind had passed, I let out a deep sigh. "Well, I managed to get through it somehow. I just threw out whatever came to mind." I'll definitely need to be more cautious next time I handle the dildos. Reflecting on how I'd probably aged ten years from the stress, I turned to greet the new customer entering through the door. "Welcome!" --- Park Seo-yoon, who had been all smiles, let out a subtle laugh the moment she stepped out of the convenience store. "That nonsense was something else. 'I lost control just by touching your chest?' Did he really think that would fly?" It was his clumsy attempts at excuse-making and the sight of his enlarged, embarrassed self that amused me enough to let it slide. Otherwise, I would've interrogated him thoroughly for every detail. Especially since the evidence wasn’t particularly concrete. I had a hunch, but there was no smoking gun in this complicated situation. 'A convenience store owner with a suspicious expression right when the dildo unleashed a mess, Woo-jin caught doing something questionable in the storage, and the onahole in his possession...' Piecing these clues together led me to a hypothesis. The most critical element in this equation was undoubtedly the onahole. If, by any chance, it could connect not just with my body but with others too, wouldn’t it make remote interaction, like earlier, possible? The more I thought about it, the more plausible it seemed. 'That would explain the number of women around him, and why he let me have secret fun without interference.' Bits of the previously unsolved puzzles were slowly aligning, and now I was almost 99% sure. It became clear that he was aware that the onahole connected to me. And knowing that, he was teasing me on purpose, pretending not to know. '....' Crack. Asking me for favors in inappropriate times, tugging on my heartstrings, teasing my senses... ...Did I initiate that last one myself? In any case, this isn't the real issue. At what point did all this begin with Woo-jin? Could he have approached me deliberately just for this? I paused, took a seat on a nearby bench, and dove back into my memories. It must have been the start of the semester, right after I moved here. Our first encounter at the real estate office became meaningful after the incident with the... 'The dildo delivery, wasn't it...?’ It all began when I mistakenly took his package. Though I attempted to return it, he denied ownership. Since then, we've been in a mutual, silent rivalry. Was it double-sided? But what if everything was but a piece of his grand strategy? "Sigh... what a headache." Honestly, if I had only been the victim, I'd be out for blood right now. But I can't exactly boast when I've been involved on my own terms. Even if handed a potent tool, my usage had been unconventional, to say the least. Yet I decided to shake it off. Given that we’re at an understanding now, it's time for a new phase. "Let’s see who comes out on top. I'll have you admitting everything by your own lips." The battle of toys and desire, of dildos and onaholes. It began that way, so it should end that way. Enjoy yourself today. From tomorrow, the real showdown begins.