The Magical Wand That Grows Instantly When Touched

I'd forgotten to toss the shampoo bottles when I cleaned the bathroom earlier.

I'd been so absorbed scrubbing mold out of every tile corner that I never imagined it would come back to bite me like this.

Remembering those bottles that kept popping out like nesting dolls every time I cleaned, I shuddered with pure revulsion.

"Ugh, damn it. I wasted all that time hunting for shampoo. Hope Senior A-rang doesn't get pissed…"

I bundled my discarded clothes with hers and tossed them straight into the washing machine.

I hadn't asked permission to run a load, but a tough woman like Senior A-rang would probably just shrug it off.

"Uh… huh? What's with this thing?"

Just as I was about to head toward the bedroom where Senior A-rang was waiting, blood suddenly rushed to my lower half. My cock sprang up, shoving the bathrobe aside, and I froze mid-step.

I'd been humming along, plenty excited about ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠all the things I was going to do to her tits — but not this excited.

"Ah, shit. I was gonna introduce it as my magical wand that grows instantly when she touches it, then smoothly get a handjob out of her — but if it's already going this crazy, what the hell am I supposed to do? Hang on… cough cough — ugh, what is that smell?"

I tapped the head of my cock like I was scolding it, waiting for the thing to settle down so I could head back to Senior A-rang. Then a strange scent drifted into my nose, and I started sniffing like a dog.

"Sniff… that's a really familiar smell. This is definitely…?"

Senior A-rang's pussy scent.

It was faint, but a nose that had already hunted down her pussy more than a few times wasn't about to be fooled.

"But why am I smelling it now? And from her bedroom, of all places?"

It was her house, so of course her scent was everywhere — but why, after being quiet this whole time, was such a filthy, intoxicating smell suddenly floating through the air hard enough to make a guy's cock ache?

"It definitely wasn't there before I left for the shower. Hmm… wait. Don't tell me Senior A-rang actually sniffed my scent and started fingering herself…?!"

Hah!

Eyes wide, I stared at the tightly shut bedroom door, yanked out my phone on the spot, and bolted straight for it.

"Senior—!! Are you masturbating in th— wait, what…? Never mind."

"Jesus, you scared the hell out of me?! Hey! Knock first, will you?! This is my house! My house that I bought with my own money!"

"Hehehe. Sorry. I thought you were going at it full throttle. Guess not."

"Are you actually insane? More importantly — what's with the phone? Don't tell me if I'd been masturbating you were gonna film it and…!!"

"I was gonna keep it forever to tease you with."

"Hey! You wanna get kicked out for real?!"

"Ah, I said I was sorry! Don't throw the pillow—!"

But contrary to my expectations, what greeted me when I burst through the bedroom door was Senior A-rang, completely naked, not a scrap of clothing on her, lounging on the bed and casually scrolling her phone.

Still, I knew at a glance.

She totally fingered herself while I was gone.

Right now she was lying there like nothing had happened, radiating that whole "Unnie's always this chill~ doesn't even get nervous~" vibe — but where there's smoke, there's fire.

Even with the window open for ventilation, her pussy scent still hung in the air. And more than anything, the bedsheets — rumpled and faintly damp in a way they hadn't been before I left for the shower — were confessing every dirty little thing Senior A-rang had done behind my back.

No matter how thoroughly she tried to hide her masturbation, she couldn't fool the eyes of a veteran jack-off artist like me.

Hehe. How should I mess with her?

I bent down, picked up the pillow she'd thrown, then flashed her a wicked grin.

"Sigh… Senior. You liked the smell of my sweat that much? Enough to go full throttle while I was in the shower?"

"Huh? Wh— what the hell are you talking about? Masturbate? Me? This little shit — I cut you some slack and now you think it's your chance to act up? Stop talking nonsense and get over here and use my tits already."

"Really? Senior, you didn't finger yourself while sniffing my sweat?"

"I did not! Keep spouting that crap and you're actually dead!"

That classic A-rang sudden acceleration — the one she always pulled when she was hiding something.

I secretly plucked a few feathers from inside the pillow, bunched them up, and spoke to her in a meaningful voice.

"You can't fool me. I've been a chronic masturbator for years — I can tell at a glance! Sure, you opened the window and aired the place out, but that filthy pussy smell still vibrating through the whole bedroom…"

"Watch your damn mouth. Keep it up and my tits and everything else are off the table—"

"More importantly, I just found some decisive evidence. Wanna know what?"

"I don't care what you say, I'm not falling for it! So what did you find, huh? What are you trying to bullshit me with this ti— huh?!"

I held up the tissue-like clump of feathers right in front of her.

"Hehehe. The tissues you used to clean up after masturbating! If you were gonna do it, you should've cleaned up properly. Not just leave them rolled up under the bed like this."

"Huh?! What?! I didn't clean those up?! I— I definitely cleaned everything—!"

Oh no. Our poor Senior A-rang.

At my words, every last scrap of her earlier composure vanished like the act it had been. She bolted upright in pure panic, and I cackled as I fluffed the feather clump apart.

"Just kidding. These are feathers I pulled out of the pillow."

"What?!"

The face that had been staring at me in shock rapidly flushed a deep red.

"Hehehe. More importantly, Senior — you really did masturbate. Using your trashy junior's sweat as a side dish… Gah?!"

"Y-you little…?! You're dead! I'm actually ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠going to kill you!"

GRAAAH—!!

I was under attack by Korea University's crimson beast, Cheon A-rang!

She seized me by the collar and flung me onto the bed.

My bathrobe was already reduced to fluttering rags drifting through the air. A-rang straddled me, eyes rolled back with rage and shame, snarling like she was about to carve a scar across my face to match the ones on her own stomach.

A hair-trigger situation.

I frantically reached toward her.

"Wait—!! Senior, stop—!!"

"What, you got a last will? Fine. I can at least hear that much. Go on. Say it."

"The breast-use ticket! Even if I'm leaving, I'm using that before I go."

"Huh?"

Those golden eyes — sharpened to a killing edge, filled with nothing but shame and embarrassment — went blank for a second at my words. Then they started moving up and down.

She'd just realized I was every bit as naked as she was.

For about three minutes she raked her gaze over my body with eyes full of shock, embarrassment, and something sticky underneath. Then she hastily threw her arms across her nipples in a makeshift hand-bra and yelled at me.

"Y-you little junior bastard, always running your mouth and stripping—!!"

"Hehe. I'll take that as permission to use the ticket?"

I sat up and carefully pushed against the shoulders of Senior A-rang, still straddling me.

Despite the murderous aura ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠she'd been pouring out — like she was about to tear me to shreds — she toppled onto the bed without a shred of resistance. Then she whipped her head around and glared daggers at me.

"You… one hour…!! Just wait till that hour's up. You're so dead…!!"

"Got it. So for that one hour, you have to quietly do whatever I ask, okay?"

"I'm telling you right now — no sex!"

Senior A-rang hissed at me like a cat.

It was so cute I couldn't hold back a smile. I grinned at her, smooth and shameless.

"Okay, okay. My cock can go somewhere else anyway, so stop glaring so hard."

"Somewhere else?! Wait — that thing you've been saying all day about sticking it in — don't tell me— hey, hey?! Where do you think you're sitting?!"

"If I'm gonna stick it in, I have to climb on first."

I planted my ass right on top of Senior A-rang's rock-hard abs.

"Damn. The view is incredible."

"Sh-shut up…!!"

Senior A-rang was pinned underneath me!

I'd seen it a few times through the avatar, but seeing it with my own eyes, her real body, hit completely different.

As I kept letting out genuine sounds of awe, Senior A-rang — face still flushed — glared up at me and spoke like she was driving the point home.

"I'm telling you now — the one-hour countdown already started. Even if you beg for an extension later, I'm not giving it to you."

"Wait, for real? No 'pay a thousand won for forty extra minutes' deal?"

"Are my tits a PC bang?! Stop screwing around and just do what you're gonna do!"

"Yes, ma'am."

I reached straight for the oil I'd pre-set in the drawer beside Senior A-rang's bed.

Obviously, this wasn't just any oil.

One of the junk items that had popped out during the last 33-pull, this was massage oil made by none other than the orc who'd written that massage technique manual.

I'd already confirmed the massage effects through Senior A-rang. Now the moment had come to test what this oil could do.

The second I tipped the bottle over her chest, Senior A-rang — tension written all over her face — urgently grabbed my wrist.

"Wh-what are you doing?"

"Even if you showered, just grabbing and groping however I want would wreck your skin. This oil's to prevent that. So loosen up a little."

"Wh-who said I was tense?! I'm telling you now — no amount of sweet-talking is gonna get you off the hook!"

"Okay, okay. Shall I get right to it, then?"

"Hmph… Don't even bother asking. For the next hour, my tits are yours anyway."

"Hah…?!"

How could anyone be that adorable?

Breathing hard through my nose, I immediately poured the oil over Senior A-rang's massive breasts, which I'd already gathered up between my thighs.