Noona Using My Fingers Like a Dildo on Stream
I sprinted all the way to Iseor noona's house with everything I had. "Huk, huk...!" It took about five minutes, so there was roughly twenty-five minutes of break time left before the second part of the stream. Without even pausing to catch my breath, I immediately rang the doorbell. Would noona come out, or would her mom? I was busy simulating what kind of expression and words I'd use for each possible case when...
"...."
There was no response from beyond the door. Pressing the bell again changed nothing, so I eventually entered the passcode I'd heard from her mom last time and stepped inside.
The living room's empty. Is her mom asleep?
I crossed the quiet living room and stopped in front of noona's door. I raised my right hand to knock but hesitated, pressing my ear to the wood instead.
Nngh, mmm... Hii, ah!
Small, breathless pants leaked from inside. She'd told her fans she was taking a break, yet here she was enjoying some private time all by herself. Noticing the way my lips were curling upward on their own, I knocked.
Knock knock.
"Ehh?!"
Noona's startled voice came from within. The door opened, and the room's owner appeared.
"Mom, I told you I was sleeping... huh?"
"Hey."
"Hup!"
While I greeted her casually, noona's eyes flew wide. The mask hid her nose and mouth, but those huge eyes alone told me exactly how flustered she was.
"Your mom's sleeping, huh? You didn't answer the bell, so I just let myself in."
"Why... why are you here...?"
"You said you weren't feeling well on stream, so I came to check on you."
"You were watching? I thought you didn't really watch lives..."
"I'll come in for a bit."
Iseor noona let me inside in a daze. The moment the door closed, her restless fidgeting made her look exactly like someone with a guilty conscience. Her entire body was soaked in sweat, her breathing rough whether she realized it or not. The clothes she wore looked hastily thrown on, far from neat.
"W-what if you just show up like this? During a broadcast..."
"Sorry. I was too worried about you, noona."
"I'm fine, so hurry back before you wake Mom."
She seemed slightly relieved, thinking she hadn't been caught yet. But if I left now, all that running would have been pointless.
"What are you doing masturbating during your stream? What if you get found out?"
"...Huh?"
"No matter how badly you want to, you should hold it in while you're on air."
"W-what are you talking about? I didn't do anything like that."
Because the mask covered the rest of her face, the trembling in her pupils was especially obvious.
"Stop saying weird stuff. I have to get back to the broadcast, so just go."
"There's still break time left, isn't there?"
"Hik!"
I walked straight up and slipped my hand into her pants.
"You said you didn't, but it's soaking wet down here?"
"Eut. What are you—haeut! Stop it..."
I moved my fingers up and down, stroking her folds and clit. Sure enough, she liked my touch far more than her own. Her already slick pussy grew even wetter.
"Other people might not know, but you can't fool me. How many times do you think I've heard you cum, noona?"
"It's really not that, so please stop, mmph!"
"Then why wear the mask? You put it on to hide your orgasm face, didn't you?"
"That's not it, my throat really does hurt... No!"
I ripped the mask off her face. At the same time, a sharp, fishy scent stabbed my nose. Wondering what it was, I flipped the mask over. The inside was damp, streaked with cloudy white fluid in several places.
"Huh?"
A strange feeling made me turn toward the computer desk. The empty bottle I'd glanced at and ignored without a second thought when I first entered the room. Only now, looking closely, did I realize it was the water bottle I'd filled with my cum yesterday.
"Is this my semen?"
"No, that's... ha, fuck..."
Completely cornered, noona bit her lip with a sigh that sounded like a curse. This time, though, I was the one who was genuinely shocked. She hadn't worn the mask to hide her expression—she'd been smelling my cum the entire broadcast? The boldness went so far beyond what I'd expected that I couldn't help but be stunned.
"I didn't see this coming..."
"I was only going to do it this once... I swear."
She hung her head like a convict on death row. Shame was probably the strongest emotion, but knowing noona's personality, guilt had to be mixed in there too. I wasn't feeling just one emotion myself. It had been a while since anything surprised me this much, yet at the same time the situation felt strangely welcome. This was solid proof that she was deeply enjoying the acts I'd asked of her.
"You're such a pervert, noona. What would you have done if I hadn't shown up?"
"...G-give that back. I'll throw it away."
I quickly pulled the mask behind me so she couldn't grab it. There was no way I was letting something this special end up in the trash. This time I wanted to watch her directly instead of through a screen.
"Why throw it away? You still have part two left."
"What?"
"You stopped masturbating halfway. You'll have to keep going during part two."
The break ended and the stream resumed. Just like in part one, noona—still wearing the black mask—waved at the camera.
I was currently under the computer desk where the broadcast was happening. I wasn't exactly small, so squeezing in hadn't been easy, but noona used a tall desk, so curling up gave me just enough room.
Why was I under here? Obviously, to secretly watch from a spot the camera couldn't catch, away from the viewers' eyes. Specifically, noona's most intimate place, which I'd ordered her to leave completely bare from the waist down.
Right.
I pulled out the phone in my left hand and turned on the muted stream. As expected, the camera only framed her upper body, so there was no risk of the bottom half being seen.
"Yeah, I took some headache medicine. I felt completely fine during part one, so don't worry. Part two will be video donation day as planned. I wasn't going to do it originally, but you all kept begging me to open it, so here we are."
Video donation day meant watching clips sent in by viewers along with their donations. Since I was only here to watch noona, the actual videos didn't matter to me.
"Oh..."
Between her smooth thighs and beneath her pubic hair, her plump labia were pressed tightly together. Just hiding under the desk and looking at her gave me a completely different kind of thrill—a sense of taboo I didn't usually feel.
"Wow, the donations are really pouring in. If it gets too much we won't finish them all in time, so I'll close donations after a while."
Maybe she felt my gaze. She spoke as if nothing was wrong and subtly tried to close her legs. I didn't allow it, spreading them wide again with my hand.
How is it still so tightly closed? It's incredible.
I'd clearly fucked her with my thick cock for hours at a time, yet the more I looked, the more impressed I became. Not only did it feel amazing when I was inside, it never loosened no matter how much it was used. In every way, it was an outstanding female body.
"You play piano so well. Oh, you performed this yourself? Amazing! Why are there so many talented people in Iseordan?"
She kept the broadcast going carefully so her secret wouldn't be exposed. But perhaps because she was conscious of me, she refused to touch her precious place even with a fingertip. That defeated the whole point of me crouching under the desk, so I decided to comfort the lonely little pussy that was being neglected.
"Hik! Ah, sudden hiccup."
The moment I brushed her clit, noona's shoulders jolted on the phone screen. When she tried to reach down to stop me, I held firm and kept rolling that sensitive little nub with stubborn persistence.
"Mmph... Ah. The medicine must not have kicked in yet. It'll be fine soon. Let's keep watching."
Even though her lower body twitched from the lightest touch, she somehow managed to keep fooling everyone. This time I slid my middle finger between her folds and pushed it inside. The wet, sticky sound that only I could hear, and the warm walls that immediately clamped down as if they'd been waiting. The pussy juice leaking enough to soak the chair made it perfectly clear how excited she was in this situation—secretly letting her sex partner into the room during a live broadcast and having him play with her pussy.
"Fennec foxes are so cute. Heup, I want one. Haa."
As I slowly pumped my finger in and out, her legs trembled from the effort of holding back her pleasure. Noona grabbed my wrist under the desk, but she was too busy worrying about the viewers' eyes to actually make me stop.
Squelch, squelch, squelch.
Once my finger started moving properly, the amount of fluid increased dramatically. It was starting to pool on the floor.
"Aha, ahaha... I don't know about the rest, but this person's expression is genuinely hilarious."
While her fans heard her usual bright laughter, her lower mouth was frantically sucking on my fingers. The contrast between her ordinary appearance on the phone screen and the hungry pussy right in front of me devouring and releasing my fingers created a strange, intense arousal.
"Huu... huu... Huh? Oh, the medicine made me sleepy. I hope the rest of the videos are fun so I don't doze off."
She kept having small convulsions and clearly feeling it, yet she endured without letting it show. If she got caught it would be a disaster, so she was desperately holding on. I kept things moderate, not wanting to cross the line, and time continued to pass. Before long the broadcast was nearing its end.
Maybe I should stop here.
She'd endured an hour and a half of my teasing; her body had to be extremely sensitive by now. Any more and she might actually cause a broadcast accident.
I was about to pull my finger out of the pussy that had been gripping it so tightly when—
Grab.
Noona's hand came down again and seized my wrist. She didn't stop there. She began moving it herself, forcing my fingers deeper inside her.
Squelch, squelch, squelch, squelch!
Wait, was this really okay? She was being far more aggressive than I had been.
Her movements showed no sign of stopping, regardless of my concern. Her breathing grew even rougher.
"Heup. Haa, aah... Mom must have turned the heat up too high. It's so hot... Haeut."
She mixed lies in with her moans as she kept using my fingers to masturbate. Fans had become fans because of Kang Iseor's proud declaration that she didn't need a man, yet here she was secretly treating a man's fingers like a dildo behind their backs—using the pure attention directed at her as masturbation fuel.
"You think it's a cold making me hot? That could be. Mmm, heung... Anyway, today's broadcast was fun. Haa."
Squish! Squish! Squish! Squish!
The intensity of her movements kept rising. Her shamelessly spread legs shook violently. On camera it wasn't as obvious as I feared, but the possibility still made me tense.
"Haa, haa... My body's burning up. Maybe it really is a fever from being sick."
Even while spitting out those breathless lies, she never stopped fucking herself with my fingers. The chat was flooded with worry and regret as the stream drew to a close.
"S-see you tomorrow! I'll take better care of myself and come back properly. Bye! Mmphaaaat!"
Squirrrt! Squirrrt!
With her closing greeting, Iseor noona gushed a fountain between her legs.
"Ahuk! Haeut! Ah... Hiiuuk!"
Squirrt! Squirrt!
She'd cum so hard that the juices kept squirting without pause. If I hadn't quickly covered it with my hand, my face would have been drenched. The clothes I wore weren't so lucky.
"Haak, haa... Haa..."
When she finally seemed to calm down, I crawled out from under the desk. Noona, who had been secretly lost in masturbation until moments ago, stared into space with unfocused eyes, panting heavily.
"You okay? You didn't get caught at the end, right?"
"It ended right before... huk... so it's fine..."
Her eyes still had no focus, drifting in the air. The afterglow refused to fade. She sat motionless in her chair until her hazy mind finally returned.
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"...Sorry."
Noona came out of the bathroom attached to her room after washing her face and spoke those words. Her voice was heavy with guilt over squirting all over my face. Even though I'd wiped it off with tissues, the wet clothes still felt disgusting, but I didn't show it and simply smiled lightly.
"It's fine. I cleaned up."
"Haa..."
A deep sigh that sounded like the world was ending. Nothing had actually gone wrong during the broadcast. While she was resting I'd searched the internet; although there were worried posts about her health, there were no particularly problematic comments or threads.
Yet she was still making that long face. It meant there was another reason on top of the mistake she'd made with me.
"What's wrong? Hit with post-nut clarity again?"
"...Yeah."
Secretly masturbating on stream while wearing a mask soaked in semen, then squirting on someone's face. I didn't mind, but from her perspective it was more than enough to shatter her mentality.
"Haa. I must be crazy. How could I do something like that on air..."
"Hey, it's really fine. I made you do it, didn't I?"
"That was only the second half. The beginning was all me... Yesterday I did it outside and then even masturbated at your house. There's seriously something wrong with my head."
It would be nice if she could simply accept the current situation and comfortably enjoy it with me, but not everyone thinks the way I do, so I couldn't force her.
Then how should I comfort this woman drowning in guilt? While I was quietly pondering, noona—who had been lost in dark thoughts with a gloomy face—finally spoke.
"...Hey."
"Hm?"
"Do you drink?"
"Why? Want to drink?"
"...Yeah. Drink with me for a bit."
It seemed she couldn't pull herself together while sober. Playing drinking buddy was no trouble at all. I gladly accepted, and so the two of us had our first drinking session together.