Becoming Yu So-yeong's Exclusive Dildo – 2

Until now, I'd only ever come into tissues.

So-yeong insisted it wasn't sex, but the ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠fact that I'd finished inside a condom instead of a tissue—and into someone else's pussy instead of my own hand—left me practically glowing with gratitude.

I carefully cradled the condom and poked my head out of the bathroom.

"I shouldn't just toss the condom in here, right?"

"Do you even have to ask? That's yours. Take it with you."

"Right…"

I carefully knotted the condom and checked the slick fluids still clinging around my cock.

Is this Yu So-yeong's love juice?

I'd been wearing a condom, so there was no way any of my own precum or cum could be mixed in. I wiped the liquid off my shaft with my fingers and tasted it.

A faint, fishy, filthy tang spread over my tongue.

So this is the water that came out of Yu So-yeong's pussy?

Just thinking about her face while I tasted it got me hard all over again. I considered taking another lick, then decided against it—if So-yeong caught me doing something this disgusting, I was finished. Better to stop here.

Whoosh—!

I turned on the shower, rinsed off roughly, and dried myself with the same towel I'd used earlier on my cock. Then I gathered the towel and the condom and stepped back into the room to get dressed.

"I'm dressed."

"You grabbed the condom and the towel, right?"

"Yeah. Here."

I unfolded the towel so she could see the condom tucked inside.

"Can I go now?"

"Yeah. Head home for today. Next time I call, pick up."

"W-why? Are we… doing it again?"

"Stop asking stupid questions and just answer when I call!"

She snapped at me, but her face looked a little red.

"O-okay. I'll pick up when you call."

"And until I contact you, no jerking off."

Don't jerk off—save up your cum, huh?

That settled it. She really planned to keep using me as her dildo.

Still, I put on an awkward face.

"Uh… So-yeong."

"What?"

"This might be out of line, but… could I ask about the contact schedule?"

What I really meant was her masturbation cycle.

"Again! Why do you keep asking useless crap?!"

"N-no, this isn't useless!"

I raised my voice without meaning to. So-yeong flinched a little.

"Th-then what is it?"

"I don't know if you know this or not, but guys have to release cum on a regular schedule. Usually two or three times a week. My balls are on the bigger side and they're pretty active, so if I don't empty them at least once every two days, things get… rough."

"Haaah~ So you're saying contact me at least once every two days?"

"Yeah. Otherwise I get into trouble."

"Haaah~ Managing one dildo is already such a pain."

She let out a long sigh, thought it over, then spoke.

"Fine. I'll call at least once every two days. On days I don't use you as a dildo, I'll give you permission to jerk off. Happy?"

"Yeah. Thanks, So-yeong."

"And everything that happened today—everything that's going to happen—don't tell a soul. You know what happens if you do, right?"

"I know, I know. Lips sealed."

"Good. Get out of here."

She waved her hand dismissively, shooing me toward the door.

"Okay. I'll wait for your call."

Without thinking, I gave her a little bow, then slipped out of her studio and headed back to my own place.

A stupid grin kept creeping onto my face.

"My cock was inside a pussy."

So-yeong claimed she'd only used me as a dildo. She'd blindfolded me and restrained me so it wouldn't count as normal sex. But for me, it had been an earth-shattering experience.

It wasn't even in the same league as jerking off. It was a whole different dimension from any silicone onahole. Because it had been Yu So-yeong's pussy—one of the best faces and bodies on our entire campus!

"Khh… So-yeong has to be an angel who fell from heaven."

She was the first person who'd ever let a worthless guy like me into her pussy. I made up my mind then and there: until the day she stopped using me as her dildo, I would make her as happy as I possibly could.

"So-yeong said no jerking off, so you guys are on ice for a while."

I muttered while putting my onaholes away.

The small ones you just hold and shake. The big realistic ass-sized ones. The electric ones that suck and thrust on their own. I'd conquered every kind of onahole out there, and none of them came close to So-yeong's pussy.

My own interest had already dried up, and besides—she'd told me to store up my cum and stay ready. Masturbation was off the table.

I also carefully tucked the external hard drive packed with all my porn deep into a corner of the room. As long as my arrangement with So-yeong lasted, all of it was sealed away.

I did my best not to think dirty thoughts during the day, and other than when I pissed, I tried not to even touch my cock. Scratching it "by accident" had a nasty habit of turning into a full-blown handjob.

I had to keep everything saved up and ready so that the moment So-yeong summoned me I could rush over, get hard, and give her pleasure.

Two days later.

Ten at night.

I was in the middle of doing Hyeon-tae's homework when So-yeong's call came through. I answered immediately.

At last—her summons. I grabbed the towel I'd used at her place last time and headed straight for her studio.

Ding-dong~!

I pressed the buzzer. A moment later the door opened. So-yeong carefully scanned the hallway in both directions.

"Nobody saw you on the way over, right?"

"Nope."

"Hurry up and get in."

She stepped back inside and I quickly followed. She casually pulled out a cigarette and lit it. I beamed at her.

"I was actually about to call you."

"Why would you?"

‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠

"Well, in two more hours it would've been exactly two days since you last contacted me. I was gonna ask if I was allowed to jerk off. If it piles up too much, it gets rough, y'know~"

Her face twisted.

"The rest of that is TMI. I didn't ask, I don't care. Shut up about it. If I don't call within two days, just jack off at midnight."

"Ahh, so that's how it works. Got it. From now on, if you don't call within two days, I'll take care of it myself."

I walked over and held out the towel.

"And this."

"What is it?"

"The towel I used in your room last time."

She frowned slightly.

"Keep it. And every time you come over, bring a fresh towel. After you shower, dry off with the one you brought."

"Okay."

"If you understand, go wash up and come out."

"Got it."

I stepped into the bathroom, stripped, and washed. Since she hadn't given specific instructions, I focused mainly on my lower half. After drying off, I walked out completely naked.

"I'm done washing."

So-yeong took one look at me and jumped.

"Ah! Jesus—why the hell are you walking out completely bare?!"

"I was gonna take everything off anyway…"

"Fine, the bottom half has to come off, but put a shirt on."

She eyed me with pure disgust.

"Ugh, look at that body. Your belly might be bigger than my wet one. Gross~"

"S-sorry. Putting it on right now."

I scrambled into my top. She looked me over again.

"Like this you kind of look like Winnie-the-Pooh."

Covering the fat with clothes seemed to satisfy her a little. Then she stepped closer and sniffed.

"Did you actually wash?"

"Yeah. I took a full shower earlier this evening. Just now I only washed the bottom half."

Her face scrunched up.

"You're a pig so you probably don't notice, but pigs have this special kind of ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠sour body odor. And that smell is still coming off you."

"I-it is?"

That hit harder than I expected.

"And you only half-assed cleaning your dick, didn't you? It still reeks of dick cheese."

"I thought I scrubbed pretty hard…"

My voice shrank. I was roughly four times her size, yet in front of her I felt microscopic.

"Ugh, this is hopeless. I'll wash you myself. Come on."

She stubbed out her cigarette and walked into the bathroom.

"O-okay."

I followed.

"Top off too. I'm washing your upper body as well."

"Okay."

The moment I was fully naked she grabbed the showerhead and sprayed me down.

"Ah! Cold!"

"Too cold? How about this?"

She nudged the temperature up a little.

"A bit warmer would be nice…"

She frowned.

"Let's just get this over with. I'm not some massage-parlor girl who has to perfect the water temperature for you."

"N-no, just wash me. It's fine."

She squirted body wash onto a shower ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠towel and started scrubbing every inch of me—hard. It looked less like bathing a person and more like a kitchen ajumma scouring tripe at a gopchang restaurant.

"Haaah~ Why does this body have to be so goddamn big? My arms are dying."

"S-sorry. Is it that hard? Next time I'll wash myself properly."

"Remember how I'm washing you and do it just as thoroughly yourself."

"Okay."

She let out another heavy sigh.

"Haaah~ Reality is hitting hard. The shit I do just so I can masturbate…"

"I-I know that feeling. Every time I used an onahole and had to clean it afterward, the same kind of crash hit me."

"Haaah~ Min-su."

She stopped scrubbing. Her voice dropped low and flat.

"Yeah?"

"I didn't ask. I don't care."

"S-sorry. I'll shut up."