EP.24 Level 4 - Study If You Don't Know (8)
"Ah, I got scammed."
It was my mistake to feel even a flicker of gratitude toward Park Eunhyuk.
Yesterday, the pleasure had been so agonizingly intense that I'd thought it better not to feel it at all. But having none of it at all was excruciating in its own right.
The electrifying sensations from climaxing over and over yesterday were etched into my mind. Losing that pleasure so suddenly felt like having something precious stolen away—it pissed me off to no end.
And it wasn't just the pleasure; every sensation capable of sparking it had been dulled. My whole body felt numb.
Even the feeling of peeing got nerfed... that's crossing the line.
I'd just finished in the bathroom, but without that familiar, pleasant tingle of relief from pissing, it left me feeling unsettled. Especially since I'd recently experienced that mind-blowing release that nearly knocked me out—it made the absence hit even harder.
Just in case, I rubbed my pussy and fiddled with my clit, but nothing. Just mechanical touch, no spark.
"Ugh, fuck, now even this is giving me a headache."
People live basking in all these tiny pleasures more than we realize. They're so routine we don't even label them as "pleasure," but now that they're gone, each missing one stabbed like a bone-deep ache.
All the little joys that should be part of daily life had been castrated. Without even those baseline hits of happiness, all that filled the void was hollow, crushing emptiness.
I slumped against the toilet in the same position I'd pissed in, staring blankly at the door.
It wasn't that all sensation was gone—just the pleasure part—but it felt like my body had been hollowed out. Like all the color had drained from the world, leaving it in grayscale. Like I wasn't me anymore.
"Ah..."
No pleasure meant pain, and the ache radiated through my entire body. Tiny pains that should've been offset by light pleasure now hit my nerves raw and direct.
It hurts. It hurts. I'm scared. I hate it. It hurts, damn it.
No matter how much I screamed for help inside my head, reality didn't budge. My body was still parked on the toilet, pleasure sensation still vanished.
Nothing changed. Unless I went and... grabbed his cock...
Am I insane? Snap out of it, Yurim.
Of course it wasn't easy. But it was way better than the overwhelming pleasure that had crushed my mind yesterday. If I just willed myself through it, I could endure this level.
Keep my head straight, and I'd be fine.
"Ah, Yurim, you're in already?"
"Obviously. Don't piss me off—get lost."
I shot him a frosty glare, and Park Eunhyuk just smirked as he brushed past me.
That was the moment.
A faint sensation grazed my right thigh. Probably his cock—hard and swollen all the way to his left thigh—clipping me.
Just the tip brushing against me, and suddenly flowers bloomed in vivid color from that thigh. The lost hues returned, and that trivial graze sent dizzying pleasure swirling through my head.
Feels good. Feels good. Happy.
Not overwhelming—just a subtle tingle that wouldn't disrupt daily life. But that made it all the more beautiful and blissful, that feather-light brush.
I came from that tiny sensation alone.
"Haa♡ Haa♡"
The pounding headache vanished clean away. The world's colors flickered back, if only for a moment. My heart melted into that simple pleasure's happy rush.
"I can survive this now."
Not what I'd wanted, but it had eased my stress regardless. Today felt bearable—I could kill time and tough it out.
Just hold on like this.
What's up with that guy, slacking off?
Park Eunhyuk was an annoying prick, but he always worked hard. So why was he dozing off mid-task? How exhausted was he?
"...Eut."
Then I spotted it—a massive snake wriggling along his pant leg.
Cock, cock, cock, cock.
The world was grayscale, but that outline tracing his cock's curve was perfectly vivid, colored in.
The high from that earlier brush was fading, huh? A little more wouldn't hurt. Just a light graze and done.
Just brush it. That's all.
"Haa, haa..."
I pretended not to notice and sat in the chair prepped beside him. The desk would block the CCTV—no way it'd catch my hand on his cock from here.
Slowly, I slid my hand to his crotch, stroking the bulging head straining against his pants.
"Hau♡"
My palm barely touched the glans, but it pierced through like a nail, numbing my arm with tingles.
Feels good. Feels good. Feels good. Happy.
This is it.
I couldn't stop—kept fiddling and stroking his cock. It was like my hand had turned into a pussy, rubbing and pistoning wildly against it. Simple hand motions invaded my brain.
It wasn't even that intense, but a day severed from sustained pleasure had tanked my threshold terrifyingly low.
"Cock, cock..."
Happy. Happy. Happy.
Just stroking it like this had me cumming for the seventh time. Each time my hand mapped his cock's shape, my pussy soaked further.
Cock, cock, cock, cock, cock.
If my hand felt this good, what if I shoved it in my pussy...
I realized I was spiraling into madness.
But I couldn't stop. I didn't want to lose this tiny bliss.
"Hau♡"
My brain melted in happiness. This is cock. Cocks are beautiful, lovable things. That's why getting pounded by it made me cum so blissfully.
With that cock... maybe it'd be fine to keep getting fucked by it? Hell, maybe that would be happier?
Why had I ever tried to run from that gorgeous cock?
"Haha... what an idiot..."
Stroking over clothes wasn't enough anymore. I unzipped him, freeing the sealed cock.
Hoo, faster than I expected.
I watched Yeo Yurim lovingly caress my cock through half-lidded eyes.
Just rubbing and stroking with her palm had her gushing nectar and cumming nonstop.
Not raising sensitivity—instead lowering it to make normal touch feel insanely good. The ploy had worked perfectly.
Now she was slathering her own juices all over it, making it slick and sloppy—hilarious.
Her gaze stiffened whenever it flicked to my face, but lit up like she'd found treasure on my cock. Perfect cock addict.
"Hng♡ So slick and good..."
She twisted, rubbing every reachable body part against it like a maniac. She wasn't even caring about CCTV anymore...
Whoa, nuts.
This time she shoved the chair aside, dropped to her knees, and crawled under the desk.
Apparently stroking wasn't enough anymore.
Her fumbling handiwork on my cock wasn't mind-blowing, but the lingering aftershocks from her mini-orgasms made each touch fresh and tingly.
What to call this? Not quite an onahole—more like a cock-specific rotor? The irregular vibrations from human hands felt surprisingly good.
"Haa♡"
She moaned sweetly, shifted, and leaned her mouth toward my cock.
Stuck out her tongue long, licked from base to tip in one slow sweep. Then engulfed the glans, suckling it like candy—adorably.
Now I was heating up. Her tongue wriggled for her own pleasure, but its path hit my sweet spots perfectly. Especially gliding soft along the glans ridge—insane.
"I'm here. Oh? He's asleep."
Of all times, Myo Seola walks in?
Even now, Yeo Yurim ignored everything but my cock, not pausing her suckle. My head spun—would she hear?
If she catches us, gotta wipe her memory.
Messing with Myo Seola's innocent head felt iffy, but I couldn't let my secrets leak.
One slip, and it'd be cock-chopping surgery for trait revocation. Worst case, lab rat.
"Your face is a bit flushed. You feeling okay?"
Because Yurim's deepthroating my cock under the desk. Body's hot from pleasure.
The words bubbled up my throat, but no way I'd confess. Keep pretending to sleep.
"Mmm..."
"I swear I heard something..."
I sensed Myo Seola's narrowed eyes scanning me suspiciously through slitted lids.
Drop my gaze a bit, and there's Yeo Yurim devouring my cock like a glutton.
How the hell do I handle this imbalance? And why's she even working on her day off?
"Better not wake him... straight to training, then."
Myo Seola had been grinding training hard lately. Already level 8 with solid control—aiming for 9? But how's she got EXP for that wall already?
Damn, this psycho's suction skills were leveling up. Not quite Jeong-ah level yet, but her physical perks made the peak pleasure a tie.
"Nng."
"Hauum, mmm, delish..."
Eating tasty stuff counts as sex, I guess. But why'd my cock taste like a treat?
I stifled moans from the fellatio, holding the sleep act, when suddenly Yeo Yurim pulled off.
What, finally done? I peeked down—and there she was, twisting into some grotesque pose, lunging at me.
Then with tentacle-flexible hands, she yanked my cock to rub her pussy.
"Hau♡ Uho♡ Rub rub♡"
Whoa, fuck. Trying to fuck in this tight space.
That freakish pose let her piston solo even if I stayed seated, like using me as a dildo.
Folding like a yoga master, yet still fluid—her physique was elite, no doubt.
The idea of using me as a dildo was ballsy, though.
"If I put it in... hehe♡ Hau!?"
Before Yeo Yurim could impale herself, I slammed full-force into her pussy.
Just rolled over in my sleep. Yeah, that's it.