559 - Wireless On**ole

**Wireless Connection with Ona-hole - Chapter 557 > Northern Bunny - Web Novel Archive** **Northern Bunny** <Chapter 557> A Kiss Down Below He approached her, his member swaying slightly. As he adjusted the angle to mount her, Park Seo-yoon leaned back. "Wait a moment." "Why?" "Uh... let me clean it first." "It'll just get dirty again, anyway." "Come on, it's always better clean, isn't it?" She wrapped her desire to suck it in such a way. With a chuckle, he sat back on his haunches, and Park Seo-yoon eagerly leaned in. "Sniff, sniff... oh, see, it smells really strong." Contrary to her words, she kept inhaling deeply as if addicted, repeating the action and pretending not to notice. In response, his member twitched prominently. "Ouch...!" Park Seo-yoon winced as she got hit on the nose, furrowing her brow. Snapping back to reality, she wiped away the fluid with an embarrassed look. Effortlessly, she brought the fluid-coated finger to her mouth. 'She really doesn’t hold back, does she.' Anyone watching might think this was routine for her. Either way, she swallowed the fluid and tossed her hair back with a flick. Then, glancing up at him, she slowly leaned back toward his member. "Mmm... ahm... mmm..." Her tongue, rough and diligent, began to traverse underneath the glans, missing not a single drop, her actions meticulous and thorough. The devoted attention drew forth an involuntary compliment. "Does it feel good?" "Clean up the shaft, too." "Got it..." Flashing a smile, she lowered her head gradually. She licked along the veins, rotating her head to cover areas not easily reached. Though not as consuming as a full-on suck, this still had its own charms—like being able to maintain eye contact or witnessing the peculiar sight of her tongue fully extended. Moments later, the cum-covered member regained its original color, albeit now shining and glistening with saliva. Park Seo-yoon looked at him expectantly, pleased with her handiwork. How could he not indulge such a hopeful expression? He placed a hand atop her head. "Well done. Thanks to you, it's spotless now." "Right?" "But there's just one more thing missing." "What would that be?" Park Seo-yoon adopted a suddenly serious look, her eyes swirling as she pondered if she had made a mistake. To her hesitant demeanor, he extended his member again. "As a final flourish, to say 'thank you for your hard work,' you should give it a kiss." "...Truly, you have peculiar tastes. Making a woman do all that." "That's not something someone who was just eagerly working at it should say." Keeping the tip of his member teasingly close to her lips, she opened her mouth as if she had no choice. "Smooch..." A deep kiss ensued, lasting about three seconds, providing a tremendous sense of mental satisfaction. Shivers ran through his body, prompting her to attempt it once more. "Smooch... smooch..." Any longer and he might just lose it. Controlling himself, he pulled her body back onto the bed. Laying straight on her back, Park Seo-yoon looked up with a wide smile. "Hehe... Did you enjoy that so much?" "Of course, when it's the legendary idol Park Seo-yoon doing it." "It's a precious kiss no one else in this world will receive. Remember it forever." "Naturally." It's impossible to forget this. Relishing the recent sensations, he approached her. Like a beast, he crawled on all fours, covering over her body. - Throb... His member brushed against her entrance. Leaning down, her soft breasts squashed under his weight. "Ahh... your body is truly firm..." "Realizing that now?" "It's just... it is." In a pleased tone, Park Seo-yoon wrapped her arms around his back. She parted her legs, readying to accept him. As he teased by rubbing and testing her entrance, she tapped him with her palm. "Can I get on top?" "Do you want to move?" "Right now, I feel like it." No reason to refuse her offer to ride. He flipped their positions, and Park Seo-yoon rose to straddle him. Placing her palms on his chest, she lifted her hips. -Gulp. The sight of his member standing tall between her smooth thighs. The thought of its imminent disappearance made him swallow reflexively. Noticing his intense gaze, she smirked slyly, evidently aware of his thoughts. Soon, Park Seo-yoon began to rock her hips up and down. Specifically, positioning her entrance directly over the glans repeatedly. "Ahh... see? I'm giving it a thorough kiss down here too." "Do it more." "Alright... I'll shower it with kisses down here..." With a determined grip, she increased her pace, the erotic sounds amplifying. -Squelch... squelch... squelch... squelch... "Ahh... mm... ungh... ah!" Every time they connected, a long strand hung between them, unmistakably of one origin. Extending a finger to touch it, then bringing it to his nose. "...Melon scent. It's strong, must be from her." He'd reached a stage where he could determine if it was sweat, saliva, or her nectar by scent alone. A taste confirmed his assumption. "Seo-yoon." "Mm... huh?" "I want to kiss somewhere deeper now." "You do...?" Seeing her relieved by his desire, she halted her movements. Though only at the entrance, it throbbed with anticipation. "Then I'll put it in..." Park Seo-yoon gradually lowered herself. Her already vulnerable entrance quickly adjusted to his size, easily enveloping him. -Throb... Her heated walls, warmer than before, began to suck him in eagerly. The welcoming folds scraped along the shaft in fervent embrace. As an expert linguist and translator, it's important to focus on the narrative and character dynamics in this passage to effectively convey its complexities and nuances. Here's the translation: --- Indulging in the chilling sensation that spread through his entire body, he found himself deeply engulfed to the root. "Ahh...hah... it's all inside... You're truly massive." Gasping heavily, Park Seo-yoon clenched her insides around him. She slowly lowered her hips further and began to grind in a clockwise motion. "So... this is the kiss you wanted, right? A kiss for the womb." "We make quite a pair, don't we?" "With a mind full of lewd thoughts, it's obvious what you're thinking." "You're not any better, guessing it spot on." "Is that so? Haha..." They both burst into laughter, signaling the start of the second round. * "Ahh...ahh...! Haaa...!" In the bright midday of the weekend, loud moans echoed through the room. The source was a woman with disheveled pink hair on the bed. "Ha...ha...ha... I said it was the last time, but ended up doing it again..." Lee Yena lay with her arm draped over her forehead, panting. Her bare state exposed her heaving chest and trembling lower body. Yet she remained focused, savoring the residual waves of pleasure. - Ah! Oh... Woo-jin's cock feels so good...! She sighed and quickly lowered the volume of her phone, hitting the back button repeatedly. "What am I even doing..." She always promised not to watch, but nothing stirred and stimulated her as much as this. Thanks to it, she ended up climaxing twice in a row. Despite doing it on Saturday, here she was again today. Briefly entering a post-pleasure clarity, Lee Yena scratched her head as she got up. Looking at the mess of her bed, she let out another sigh. "I should do something productive. I can't just end the weekend with only masturbation." As she lazily got up and glanced around, she thought of something to do. She racked her brain. No games, no immediate friends to meet, no plans. "Pathetic." She lived so work-obsessed that she had no real hobbies. Her only pastime being the self-relief she just indulged in. Masturbating and then falling into a satisfying sleep. Then her eyes landed on her discarded clothes. "How about shopping for a change? It'll get colder soon, and I can pick up a new skirt or blouse..." Preferably something that reveals a hint of cleavage. She imagined Park Woo-jin stealing glances at her. "Hehe..." With a peculiar laugh, she headed for the bathroom. An hour later, transformed from her home-bound self, Lee Yena stepped into the department store. She could feel everyone's eyes on her. 'This is why I hate coming out. It's so tiring.' Feeling a boost in self-esteem, she walked slowly, her high heels clicking as she took the escalator. Her destination: the women's clothing section. Scanning the store, something caught her eye. "...Isn't that Chaera?" Long purple hair, a backside that was not just full but massive, and impressive curves that were impossible to hide even from behind. A person matching those three descriptions could only be one in all of Korea. -Stop. She halted. There was something awkward about the thought of facing her. Perhaps it was because she had watched and pleasured herself to a video of her with Woo-jin just moments ago. She must have made significant progress, too... As she debated her course of action, Han Chaera turned her head. By chance, their eyes met directly. With no time to prepare, Chaera approached. "Oh, aren't you Woo-jin's supervisor? I didn't expect to meet you here, what a pleasant surprise." "Ah, yes. Hello. You're Han Chaera, right?" "Thank you for remembering my name, Ms. Lee Yena." After the brief introductory exchange, there was an awkward silence. Lee Yena broke it first. "Are you shopping for something? I came to look at clothes." "Oh! Me too. If you don't mind, would you like to browse together?" How to respond to this? A good opportunity to observe someone close to Park Woo-jin? Lost in thought, she felt a presence approaching. "Sis, I bought this." "Hmm? The one you showed earlier?" "Yeah. But who's this?" "Oh! This is Woo-jin's work supervisor." Blonde and blue-eyed, the girl's appearance was quintessentially Western, but her words were purely Korean. It created a slight cognitive dissonance. 'She referred to her as sister, right? Must be a real sibling?' Their exotic looks made it plausible. As Lee Yena was about to nod and greet, Han Chaera spoke first. "Yena, this is my sister, Han Hee-jin. Hee-jin, say hello." "Hello." The blonde nodded. Yet, Lee Yena couldn't immediately respond. 'That name...' It was familiar, like something heard in a dream. [Chapter 558 - Reaching a Little Truth] First, she decided to return the greeting. Setting aside her initial questions, she put on a professional smile. "Hello, I'm Lee Yena, working with Woo-jin. Nice to meet you." "Ah, yes... but you're Woo-jin's supervisor?" "Yes, I'm in charge of his education and development for a month, keeping a close eye on him." "Hmm... I see." Han Hee-jin nodded, her gaze scanning Lee Yena from top to bottom, lingering on her face, chest, hips, and legs. After the scrutiny, her expression turned slightly severe. 'Is she sizing me up?' It must be her, the one he mentioned. Surely, she wouldn’t have this guarded look if it were just a normal acquaintance. Still, Yena returned the gesture, inspecting Han Hee-jin. Blonde hair, blue eyes, smaller than hers but sufficiently ample chest. With a face and body matching her sister's allure, she was formidable. A sinking feeling of rivalry mixed with growing curiosity. 'Didn't Woo-jin mention it before? That he went home to Chaera in a maid outfit on the weekend, and they had crazy sex all weekend...' Then where does Han Hee-jin fit into this? She had assumed she was an ex-girlfriend, but if she's a sister, it changes everything. Not just a change; it completely flips the narrative. Lost in thought momentarily, she recalled the dream she had that night. His vivid memories of that time were unsettlingly clear. Even now, he could almost feel the stinging sensation from the slap on his derrière—a memory he resisted by instinctively wanting to rub the spot while persistently staring at Han Hee-jin's face. Her appearance perfectly suited the title of a cold, elegant urban beauty. Try as he might, he couldn't associate her with a masochist image. Rather, she seemed more fitting in a queenly position, looking down from above. 'Masochist... really?' At that moment, Han Chaera snapped him out of his thoughts. "If you don't mind, would you like to shop together, Yena?" "Ah, yes? Are you sure? I thought you sisters came here to spend time together." "Oh, it’s fine! We love helping others pick out clothes. Plus, I'd love to hear some tales from Woo-jin's company adventures." Of course, there’d be a motive behind it. But Yena also had a similar curiosity about Park Woo-jin's private life. Without much hesitation, she nodded. "Sure. Shall we go together then?" * "Oh my, you wouldn't believe how capable Woo-jin is. It's probably his first time, but he handles every task with such precision. He's truly an impressive guy." "Really? He always boasts so much about himself; I guess it all turns out to be true?" "Absolutely. In my five years at the company, he's the best intern I've ever seen." "Wow... that's impressive!" Engaging in lively conversation. She was drawing out positivity by complementing him. The praise was indeed genuine, but now it's her turn to satisfy some curiosity. "You often come to pick Woo-jin up. I guess you live nearby?" "Yes, we’re close by. And since Woo-jin doesn’t have a car, I thought he might be exhausted after work, so I often meet him." "You're so sweet, Chaera." "Oh, it’s nothing. I'm bored; that's why I do it sometimes." Lies. She clearly picks him up intending to go to the hotel or her place for sex. Yena threw a sharp look at the radiantly smiling Han Chaera. She was stunningly beautiful, with an almost absurdly large chest. She epitomized what men might dream of as an ideal. 'Who wouldn't fall for a cosplay act like hers?' Her figure seemed more effective than any erectile dysfunction remedy. Watching those impressive breasts instilled a puzzling sense of defeat all over her body. "Well, I'm not exactly small myself..." "Pardon?" "Oh, nothing. By the way, mind if we check out over there? Something caught my eye." "Sure, let's go." They entered the store together with the sisters. While Yena was picking out clothes, Han Chaera drifted far away, engrossed in rummaging through some items. 'Is this my chance?' With Han Hee-jin just three steps away, she casually initiated a conversation. "You seem really close with your sister. Do you often go out shopping together?" "Yes, if we're bored at home, we often hit the department stores." "Got it. So, you know Woo-jin well too?" "Very well. He frequently worked part-time at our store." Now that she thought about it, Chaera did say she ran a business. Yena gently tugged at this thread of lead to her next question. "How long was that?" "Hmm... since the holidays, so about five to six months?" "Six months is quite a while. You must be pretty close." "We are very close." Han Hee-jin puffed her chest out proudly. That assured demeanor made it apparent it was true. 'Having sex and all, it couldn’t be anything but close.' Clearly, he had been wooing either the sister or both, one after the other. Do they know about it? Or is Park Woo-jin secretly juggling them both? What’s clear is the unlikely scenario where a 'sister sandwich' ever existed. "...." Yena had a lot of curiosities but refrained from diving in with direct questions so soon into their acquaintance. But identifying and establishing relations with Han Hee-jin was satisfactory for now. For an impromptu outing, it felt like a significant insight was achieved. 'This may be leverage. If I bargain using this to delete that sex video...' Half a month left of the internship versus potentially exploding real-world relationships. The latter definitely seemed far more pressing. She masked the upward curve of her lips with a cough. "How was it working part-time with him?" "When he first arrived, he scanned my sister and me with this really lecherous look." "Oh... and then?" "He did some strange things, but he was so good at his job we overlooked it. All of that's just nostalgia now." "Strange things? Nostalgia?" The more she listened, the deeper the mystery seemed. Han Hee-jin just kept her serene smile without elaborating further. They must share some secret understanding. Unable to press further, Yena kept silent, pondering throughout their shopping experience. * "Monday is great... Monday is great..." Humming a familiar tune lethargically, she made her way into work. It's only been a fortnight, yet she was exhausted. How do others keep doing this for decades? Respect for corporate workers was swelling within her. "Good morning, Mr. Woo-jin." "Ah, yes. Good morning." Even towards the peculiar supervisor seated beside her; why was she so cheerful this early? As he shot her a skeptical glance, she passed him a note. [Meet me in the hallway after the morning briefing. Silently, without anyone noticing.] Was this a challenge? Glancing sideways, Yena was already typing away, allowing no room for questions. 'I'll find out soon enough.' Quickly losing interest, he booted up his computer. About half an hour later, waiting at the agreed location, Yena approached with a confident air, raising her index finger. "Do you know why I called you here?" "I'm not sure." "Hmm... I visited the department store yesterday and found something quite interesting. Care to guess what it was?" At least this wasn’t a professional matter. How was I supposed to know what was on her mind? As I shook my head, Lee Yena gave a sly grin. "I met the sisters there." "Sisters? You mean Chaera and Hee-jin?" "Ding ding ding!" "...So what happened? Did you say hi?" "We not only greeted each other but also went shopping and had a meal together. It was quite the enjoyable time." She wiggled her finger, slowly bridged the gap, and leaned in unexpectedly close. "Woo-jin, last time you mentioned having maid cosplay sex with Chaera, right?" "I did." "But it seems like you’ve been secretly involved with her sister too? And perhaps with some rather intense activities?" Lee Yena whispered as if revealing a colossal secret. Meanwhile, both my brains started working rapidly. 'Is she trying to blackmail me? Perhaps?' Assuming the worst could catch one off guard. Yet, her next words confirmed my suspicion. "What do you think would happen if Chaera found out? Learning her dear sister was also involved with the same man... I can only imagine the chaos." Her wicked smile seemed to overlook the fact that everyone but her was aware of this. But instead of revealing the truth, I decided to pretend to be fooled. "So, what is it you want from me for telling me this?" "Hmm... not sure." "Let's make a deal then. I'll delete the sex video, and you keep this a secret." "Why would I do that? We already agreed to delete it after two weeks anyway." That was unexpected. I assumed she'd want me to erase it. As I pondered over her response, Yena poked my cheek. "You know if I send that video to Chaera, things could blow up massively, right? Juggling two girls is bad enough, but having an affair with a boss at work too..." "What do you want?" "Nothing much, just be a perfect obedient colleague for these remaining two weeks. You know what will happen if you resist... right?" This might actually be entertaining. Despite the pounding heart, I assented with a nod. Swoosh... She subtly lowered her hand, pointing at my waistband with her first directive. "Take it out." --- What audacity she has. Her first work directive on a Monday morning was to pull out my member. Still, refusing my boss’s command wasn't an option, so I reluctantly reached for my zipper. "Here?" "Yes, here." "Someone could walk by." "I've been here for five years. I know this place well enough to assure you, nobody comes by here often. Just pull it out." Her firm tone left no room for refusal. I pulled my member out, though flaccid, it hung lifelessly. Lee Yena seemed a bit disappointed as she stared at it. "Hmm... seeing it flaccid is quite strange after always seeing it aroused." "I can't just be hard all the time, you know." "Then hurry up and make it hard." That’s easier said than done. I mentally sighed and shot her a pleading look. "...Why are you staring at me like that?" "I need something stimulating for arousal, don’t I? Like cleavage or breasts... something of that sort." "Not a chance. You do remember you're in no position to ask me for things, right?" "I know, but physiologically, I can't do the impossible." This was a non-negotiable demand. Expecting it to stand on its own when the best stimulant was right there was ludicrous. Firm in my refusal, her face twisted in slight distress. After some hesitation, she placed a hand on her nape. "Alright, but just this once. If I'm gone too long, team members will get suspicious..." Before she finished speaking, she began unbuttoning her blouse. Pop... pop... Her slender collarbone was the first to captivate my eyes. As the creamy skin beneath enlarged the visible area, it became visually overwhelming. But her hand paused deliberately at the third button. "This should suffice, right?" Not really. I didn’t even expect her to go all the way, but this was frustrating. Like seeing just the tip of the iceberg, with the rest hidden beneath. Showing just a hint of her cleavage, when beneath lay so much more. I didn't reply verbally; instead, I nudged my still-drooping member with my chin. "It’s not working." "Ugh... so what would it take?" "Either fully reveal them or use your hands to help. Either will do." I suggested slyly, and her eyes flickered. Although she pretended to be composed, she must be dying to touch it already. As expected, Lee Yena took a step closer. "I’m only doing this because it’s a hassle to remove and wear it again..." She offered a flimsy excuse before grasping my member. The sweet scent and gentle touch at close range triggered an immediate response. As it twitched largely, she startled. "You're doing that on purpose, aren’t you?" "Correct it to 'an honest body.'" "Ah... From what I recall, you reacted because you were so excited." Despite her words, a pleased grin tugged at her lips. Lee Yena continued to caress my member with increasing fervor. Under the climbing sensations, erecting was not a challenge. Proudly extending myself, she gazed at it in wonder. "How could something that small grow to this size?" "I wasn’t that small when unaroused either." "It’s all relative. Relative." "Between us, dear supervisor who just recently experienced her first time, most men are smaller than this." "I already knew that!" Lee Yena tightened her grip as her face contorted. "How could you know without seeing another?" "I've seen it in adult videos." "How dignified of you." "Have you never seen one your whole life?" I chuckled, pushing my objections aside, even if she avoided my gaze as she resumed her deliberate hand movements. Ssshh... ssshh... ssshh... ssshh... I hadn’t expected to receive a handjob just because she told me to pull it out, especially from such a beautiful superior like her. Lost in the blissful reality, I suddenly felt the stimulation stop. To clarify, the superior had squatted down and paused her hand, positioning herself to look up at me. She tapped the tip and remarked, "This is an inspection." "...An inspection?" "Yes, to check how well my subordinate maintains his cleanliness. So, just stay still and no arguing." An absurd justification, she leaned closer, her warm breath billowing over my shaft. 'Caught me off guard with such a flimsy reason.' Such eagerness on a Monday morning meant she must have been particularly frisky over the weekend. No doubt, she spent it in self-indulgence. Imagining Yena naked, I unintentionally thrust my hips forward. "Ah... You seem fresh—body wash scent suggests you scrubbed up nicely this morning." Her appreciations lingered as she moved closer, intently sniffing for further confirmation. After her thorough aroma examination, she settled beneath the member. "Sniff sniff... A slight sweat scent here... Fail." "But just under there can be forgiven, right? Coming in right after commuting, it’s unavoidable." "Nope, I know once forgiveness starts, it never ends." Her stern words contrasted with the softened glaze on her face. Quite frankly, it was hard to keep up with her whims. One thing clear was my increasing arousal. It twitched, catching me off guard. "Whoo...!” "Sorry." "One more slip like that, and it goes straight to Chaera," she said, rubbing her nose, With the pain seemingly subsided, she tilted my shaft towards the ceiling and placed her mouth on the criticized area. Her hot tongue darted from within. "Hnn... mm... Ahh... ngh..." Her slavering tongue and lips fervently worked along the length, intensifying with every motion. Even when thoroughly done, she showed no sign of stopping. While she was enthralled in her "cleaning," I called out to her. "Supervisor?" "Ngh... hmm... smooch... smooch..." "Supervisor?" She didn’t respond. Just when I was about to speak again, she looped her finger just beneath the glans. A clear indication to stay silent and enjoy the hand service, as the friction with her skilled fingers began to tug out precum. Squish squish squish squish... The lewd, wet sounds echoed as the slipperiness increased her tempo further. Before long, signals from below came through. "Supervisor, I’m about to..." "Alright..." Maintaining her rhythm, she moved her other hand, rifling through her pocket, a momentary panic on her face. "...Do you have tissues?" "No." "Darn... I know I brought them..." Whether a pretense or not, it became evident there wasn’t an item to catch the impending release. With tension rising up the urethra, she clicked her tongue disappointedly. Sneaking a glance at me, she sealed her lips over the head, sealing everything inside. Burred sound...!! Burred... Burred...!! "Nnngh...! Nngh. Ngh..." Each pulsation sent her shoulders trembling, yet she clung more firmly rather than pulling off. I peered at Yena, barely managing to contain a laugh. 'I thought she’d use her hand.' While she had swallowed a few times before, holding it in her mouth during climax was a first. "Mmgh... ngh...!" She made odd noises, as though commanding me to stay still, her tongue skittering against the shaft. Then, as realization dawned over her, she swiftly pulled away. Her cheeks puffed full. "Nnngh..." Translated, likely meaning, 'You came a lot.' A few beats later, her throat heaved. "Did you swallow it?" "...It felt like it’d overflow, there wasn’t another choice. Consider it a special treat for today." "Thank you." "One more thing—I warn you, mention this to anyone and it hits Chaera immediately." "Why would I? Getting caught in a three-way debacle is serious trouble." "Good. You understand well. Just maintain this good relationship for the next two weeks; let’s get along nicely." Yena stood, fastening her blouse buttons as I adjusted my clothes, walking back to her desk. "Go back first. I’ll be freshening up." * Click click click... Making her way to the restroom, Yena checked her surroundings to ensure solitude. Satisfied, she gently rested a hand on her throat. 'It still feels like it’s stuck there... Isn’t it way too sticky?' The sensation of the lingering fluid along the roof of her mouth was striking. Not just the quantity, but the particular viscosity was unforgettable. Her heart raced afresh. "I really just gave a... a blowjob..." Despite her first experience with Park Woo-jin, she had taken it further to oral indulgence. The intensity of recent memories made calming down challenging for her body. Especially the pulsating in her lower abdomen. Failing to settle herself meant a doomed work morning. "...Might need just one more session." Ten minutes later, she emerged from the bathroom stall.