Managing a Dildo Is Really Hard - 2

I picked out a triangle kimbap and some ramen, then carefully took my place in front of the condom rack.

There were all kinds of condoms on display, and being a mosol-ada, I had no idea what any of them actually meant.

Oh, right!

I wasn't a virgin anymore.

Still, I was only a mosol-huda, so I still had no clue what was what.

Some of them have scent, and some have little studs on them? If I went with one of those, So-yeong might feel a little better…

For a second I pictured So-yeong bouncing on my cock with a studded condom on it.

My dick was already twitching.

But wouldn't she call me out for overdoing it?

If So-yeong had been into studded condoms, she would have used them already. The fact that we'd only used plain ones so far could mean she didn't like them.

No point overdoing it and losing points with her over nothing.

Long Love condom? Says it lasts longer?

Apparently it slightly dulled the sensation so you lasted longer before coming. Wouldn't that let So-yeong enjoy herself a ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠little longer?

I considered it for a moment, then shook my head.

So-yeong and I seem to finish at about the same time, so there's no real need to drag it out. And my body's good for two or three rounds easy.

My face might be built for contraception, but my stamina could handle two or three times without breaking a sweat. One long load in a Long Love was nowhere near as good a deal as getting hard again right away and going two or three rounds.

I looked over the other options.

Hmm? Ultra-thin?

A condom that supposedly felt so close to bare that you could barely tell you were wearing one. My hand went for it before I even thought about it.

Women say bare feels better, too.

Choosing the ultra-thin wasn't pure selfishness. It was consideration. For So-yeong.

I took the ultra-thin and headed for the counter.

It was late, and a female part-timer was working the register.

"C-checkout, please."

I set down the ramen and triangle kimbap, and she scanned the barcodes with a blank expression, beep beep.

"Four thousand eight hundred won."

"A-and this too…"

I carefully held out the ultra-thin condom.

The part-timer flicked her eyes up to my face. Her expression darkened a little.

She wasn't about to refuse the sale because I clearly had no use for one, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠was she?

"Hyeon-tae sends you out for this kind of thing too?"

"W-what?"

"Park Hyeon-tae was about to fuck some girl and realized he didn't have a condom, so he sent you out in a hurry, right?!"

She'd seen me running Park Hyeon-tae's errands enough times to know. She knew I was his bread shuttle.

"Y-yeah. Something like that."

If I told her it was for me, she wouldn't believe it anyway, so I just went with it. The part-timer started huffing, clearly pissed.

"That bastard Park Hyeon-tae! He was all over some girl, sucking and licking, about to stick it in, then realized he had no condom and made his bread shuttle run out and buy one."

"Th-the bread shuttle thing is a bit…"

I put on an awkward face, but she wasn't finished.

"He couldn't go himself because it'd kill the mood!! So while you're out buying the condom, he's still all over her, sucking and licking right now. Fucking Park Hyeon-tae!"

"I-is that something you should be this mad about?"

I couldn't make sense of her reaction, so I asked.

"We slept together a few times at the start of the semester. I thought we were dating, and I gave him everything—body and heart. Then that asshole used me and dumped me."

"Ah… I see."

She was getting teary as she talked. But why was she dumping all this on me? Was she saying I didn't even count as a guy?

"When he was with me, he said he never wore condoms, and he came outside bare… so what girl is he being this considerate for?"

"…"

"Still wanted to feel something, I guess. Ultra-thin, looking at what he sent you for…"

"Um, excuse me."

"Yes?"

"Could you ring me up…? If I'm late, Hyeon-tae's going to kill me."

I made up the excuse just to get away from the part-timer's ranting.

"Ahh, sorry. You've got to hurry if you don't want him to hit you, right? I'll check you out."

I handed over my card and finished paying.

"I talked too much. Sorry. Go on, get it to Hyeon-tae."

"Yes, you take care too."

I hurried out of the convenience store.

"Ugh… that drained me. From now on I'm ordering these online."

Then I went back to my studio.

Two days later, So-yeong called.

So-yeong's summons. With a reverent heart, I headed for the bathroom.

"This time I'm showering properly and earning some points."

I scrubbed every last corner of my body with the body wash So-yeong had given me, and after the shower I carefully worked the body lotion she'd given me into every inch of skin.

Then I grabbed the ultra-thin condoms I'd bought a few days earlier and went up to So-yeong's studio.

"I'm here, So-yeong."

"Yeah. Come in."

She went into her room first, and I followed.

"You washed properly this time?"

"Mm."

"Let's check."

She came close, sniffing at me, nose working over my body.

"Hmm, I can tell you showered, but is it the clothes? There's still a faint piggy musk… Take your clothes off."

"Mm."

I stripped everything off without hesitation right in front of her. So-yeong sniffed me again.

"Smell's definitely better with the clothes off. Pass for now."

"Th-thanks, So-yeong."

"But you need to take care of your clothes too. When you do laundry, dump in fabric softener. If your room smells like a bachelor pad, it soaks into your clothes. Air the place out often. Search online and you'll find odor-killing candles and stuff—buy some and burn them in your room."

"Mm, can I jot that down real quick?"

"Go ahead."

With her leave granted, I started typing notes into my phone.

"Fabric softener when I wash… ventilation… candles…"

"Don't think of it as a waste of money. Invest in this stuff. That's how your value goes up."

"Mm."

"Haa~ Who else is out here giving you advice like this? You should know how lucky you are."

"Mm. I'm grateful for a lot of things, So-yeong."

She managed smells I didn't even know I had, and she soothed my dick for me—So-yeong really was someone to be thankful for.

"Done with the notes?"

"Mm."

"Then get ready."

"Got it."

At my answer, So-yeong lit a cigarette and waited while I went to her computer, watched the porn she'd already queued up, and got hard. Then I took out the condom I'd prepared and rolled it onto my cock.

"Hold it right there!"

So-yeong stopped me cold.

"Mm?"

"Give me the condom wrapper."

"Mm."

I handed her the torn packet.

"Ultra-thin? Trying to actually feel something in the middle of all this?"

"S-sorry. I got ahead of myself picking ultra-thin, huh? I'll bring a different kind next time."

"It's fine. I'll allow this much."

"R-really? I can keep using ultra-thin?"

"That's what I said."

She granted permission for the ultra-thin with a prim little look on her face.

"Th-thanks, So-yeong."

"Whatever. Just hurry up and get ready."

"Mm."

I quickly lay down on the bed, put in the earplugs, cuffed ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠my own ankles, and put on the blindfold.

"I'm ready, So-yeong."

Once I said that, she cuffed my wrists. And a little later, I felt her at my lower half.

Squish. Squish. Squish.

Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap.

"Ahh—aahhn~~"

Even with the earplugs in, all kinds of sounds still reached my ears. And the feel on my cock was clearly different from before—a little warmer, the inside of So-yeong's pussy rendered in finer detail.

Haa~ Ultra-thin really does feel better than regular.

I decided I'd made the right call buying them and just enjoyed the moment. And a little later, climax.

Spurt! Spurtt!

It felt so good that a ridiculous amount of cum came out. And for some reason I couldn't place, So-yeong stayed sitting on me for a while without pulling off. I wanted to ask if something was wrong, but I stayed quiet. Even right after coming, having my cock still inside her felt too good to complain about.

A little later she got up, and after some more time passed she unlocked the cuffs on my wrists.

"Cuffs are off, so clean the rest up yourself."

"Mm."

I took off the blindfold, then the earplugs and the remaining cuffs, and looked at her. So-yeong was standing by the window smoking, and the sweat on her back looked heavier than usual.

Anyway, I went to the bathroom, washed up roughly, got dressed, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠and went back to her.

"I-I'm done."

"Yeah. You worked hard too. Go on."

"Mm. I'll head back."

I left her studio and returned to mine.

"Huu~ Today was another fucking great day."

I collapsed straight onto the bed.

After that, So-yeong's summons kept coming. She called me every day or two and used me as her dildo without fail, and on Friday she told me she was going home for the weekend after class and gave me permission to jerk off.

But when it actually came time to do it, it just didn't hit the same. Like going from a few-hundred-dollar pair of headphones to a ten-dollar pair of earbuds from a stationery shop. Dropping from high-end to budget, the difference was brutal.

Then Sunday night she called me up the moment she got back to her studio, and for once she used me as a dildo until I'd come twice.

And that was how I spent my days—as Hyeon-tae's bread shuttle, and as So-yeong's dildo.