On the Phone (3)
I was about to hang up… Ah. What the hell. She already ended the call.
“I hung up. …It was taking too long.”
I took a sip of water and reached for the phone fixed to the tripod, but recording had already started again. She must have stopped and restarted it right before coming over to kiss me. I thought it was about time to clear the hard drive as I watched Haeun clutching the blanket and sipping her water.
“Cold?”
“…Yeah. I sweated a lot.”
“I should’ve brought warm water. Catching a cold would be a pain.”
“Ah, it’s not that bad…”
When she shook her head, my gaze was stolen for a moment by the way her hair swayed. …Right. Maintaining that hair color couldn’t be easy. I’d seen it for so long that I sometimes forgot it wasn’t her natural beige. I wondered if another color would even suit her.
“…What?”
“Ah. Nothing. …Just wondering if you got it done at a salon.”
“…”
I absentmindedly climbed onto the bed and started playing with her hair. The lewd woman from earlier was nowhere to be seen; Haeun wore a strange expression, glancing at me obediently.
…This part of her really got to me. She only knew what I’d taught her and was actually a total klutz.
“…That’s really mean, you know.”
As I kept stroking the soft strands, Hinami pouted and clung tightly to my back. The fabric must have been higher quality than it looked; for a cosplay outfit, it felt incredibly smooth. Through that single layer of cloth, I could feel a pleasant weight.
“It’s my turn now. …If you cut in line again, even if it’s you, sis, I won’t stay quiet.”
“And what are you going to do if you don’t stay quiet?”
“…While you’re fucking sis, I’ll secretly kiss you.”
“You always do that anyway.”
“No, …I mean I’ll kiss sis. I’ll pretend I thought it was you, mix tongues with her as sloppily as before, and when she realizes it’s me, I’ll make her spit everywhere.”
“…That’s too gross. I won’t do it. Too gross.”
Feeling that soft warmth, I watched the two of them bicker—Hinami resting her chin on my shoulder while touching my hand. Their relationship was hard to call good or bad. …Still, it seemed much better than last time.
“Anyway. …I need to rest a bit. Lie down next to me.”
“You got stolen last time when I did that. …Can’t I stay like this for now?”
“…You saw it yourself. I’m exhausted.”
I gently unwrapped her arms from around my neck and laid my head on the pillow beside Haeun. My erection hadn’t completely gone down, but my cock—far more sensitive than before—pressed flat against my stomach.
…Honestly, if someone sucked me properly in this state or rode me in reverse cowgirl, it wouldn’t be strange if my back gave out. That is, if there was someone skilled enough at blowjobs or capable of taking me to the root and bouncing her hips.
“…Then I’ll take care of you for a bit.”
…Well, not her. Even though I’d taught her some things, she was still a complete beginner who couldn’t use her lips or tongue properly. The kind of girl whose back would stiffen up if I only put half in during missionary, let alone ride me in cowgirl.
“What are you going to take care of?”
“Just… If I caress it, that’s good, right?”
“…It’s not bad.”
“Then… excuse me.”
That girl slowly collapsed onto the bed and crawled over to my side. Then she began stroking my softened cock with slow, gentle motions. With her thin, delicate hand, she squeezed my balls—squish, squish—like I was fondling her breasts.
“This feels… really good. …Now I get why you like breasts so much, oppa.”
Enjoying the way my sac twitched ever so slightly, she kept her gaze fixed downward, watching my reactions. The part of me even I couldn’t control. The part that thought and judged however it wanted, regardless of what I was thinking.
…Sometimes I wondered if men had two egos.
Even as I felt tender affection for Seo Haeun staring blankly at me from my right, my cock reacted shamelessly again to Hinami’s touch—despite the fact that she wasn’t even fully undressed.
“…If I squeeze this as hard as you squeeze my breasts, will you die, oppa?”
“I won’t die, but it’ll hurt like I’m dying.”
“Hmm… What about this much?”
“…That much is fine.”
Hinami, who had been playing with my balls as delicately as if they were cotton candy, noticed my cock growing hard again and added a little more pressure. In response, I slipped my hand inside her maid outfit and gently squeezed her breast. It felt different from Haeun’s. Less like my fingers were sinking into flesh and more like I was firmly holding something in place.
“…This much is okay for me too.”
…With her permission, I pulled down the strap and brought my tongue to her exposed nipple.
“That… I haven’t allowed yet.”
“No?”
“…No. It’s fine. …Master.”
I took the deliciously pink, ripe bud into my mouth. Despite her small frame, I slowly climbed on top of her as she looked down at me and pinned her beneath me.
“Ha… ah…”
I sucked persistently on her nipple while rubbing her soft ear with my fingers. Gradually, lewd sounds began to escape her.
“Huu…”
…Even Haeun, who had been quietly watching us from the side, eventually crept closer to Hinami’s other side and breathed into her opposite ear.
“Haa… Sis… ter…?”
“…What? You said you were going to kiss me, you little shit.”
“I was joking… yoo… ooo……”
Just like I had taught her. Nibbling. Chewing. She gently bit down on the tiny ear, blowing warm air—hoo, hoo—precisely enough to tickle the eardrum. Haeun pushed her breath into Hinami.
“…Does it feel good rolling around with someone else’s man? You perverted bitch…”
“It’s… not… someone else’s man… hehe. …It’s ours, sis… right…?”
“Since when has Juhyuk been yours? …You have no manners. Juhyuk… Ah. …Master. Master is mine, right?”
“…No.”
“…See? …Juhyuk isn’t yours or mine. I belong to Juhyuk.”
“…”
With that small yet low, seductive voice, she pressed Hinami, who was losing the rhythm of her breathing from having her nipple pinched.
“If you want to become Juhyuk’s too… you need to learn how to do it like me. You’re pathetic. At sex, at blowjobs… You can’t even titfuck properly. Your kissing is worse than mine. …The only thing you’re good at is licking cock with your tongue, isn’t it?”
“…I… I’m good at… sex… too…?”
“Really? …Then prove it. …Take Juhyuk’s cock all the way… Kiss his glans against your womb… and milk every last drop of cum. Just like I did earlier.”
“You… think… I can’t… do it…?”
As I loosened Hinami’s clothes in response to her rising heat from the provocation, I lifted her body and looked at Haeun, mouthing the words silently.
“…”
She immediately understood what I was saying. Using the exact same method she had worn and taken off earlier, she smoothly stripped away the maid dress Hinami was wearing.
“…Go ahead. I won’t interfere.”
In an instant, Hinami was left in only black wrist cuffs and a single white stocking—an oddly erotic sight.
“…”
A hint of resentment. …Inferiority. Excitement. A strange sense of rivalry filled her eyes.
“…Master.”
…Hiding her relatively weak point—her breasts—she lay face down. She slipped a hand between her thighs, spread her soaking wet entrance wide open, and spoke.
“Please… fuck me. …In this idol maid’s pussy. Just like you did to sis… Pound, pound…”
…To me.
“You can… creampie me. It doesn’t matter…? If I get pregnant… I’ll just perform with a full belly…”
Sacrificing even her pride and dignity as a woman.
“In front of the fans… I’ll sing and dance while holding oppa’s cum inside me…”
…Hinami, with the face of a bitch in heat, begged.
“All the way… to my womb… Master’s cock… Pound it deep, pound, pound… please…♡”
She squeezed my cock desperately.
Watching her, …Haeun.
“…”
Blushed so hard her ears turned bright red in an instant. Maybe it was because she was facing a vulgar female completely lost in pleasure. Or perhaps she was superimposing her own image onto that bitch.
I stroked Haeun’s hair once, then
“Ha… ah……”
…pushed my cock into the soaking wet pussy of the maid in heat, exactly as she wanted.
“…”
The more her entrance spread, the more violently she crumpled the bedsheet in her grip. …If I pushed in any deeper the way I wanted, that sheet might actually tear.
“He… ek…. Ha. Hehe…. More, more…”
Whether she knew I still had some consideration left, she desperately pushed her soft ass back toward me, squeezing my cock to break my reason.
“More… please… ooo… haaak…”
As she wished, I went deeper. …To places she had never tasted before. Slowly, I began taming her.
“…Deeper?”
“…Deeper, deeper… like… sis…”
…In a voice that sounded half-dead. As if she now craved pain more than pleasure. Her face begged for my sadism.
“He… ek…, he……”
Completely the opposite. The deeper I pushed, the more she tried to crawl away toward the head of the bed. Her soft, plump ass.
“…”
…Without pointing it out, Haeun and I very slowly educated this greedy little girl. Tasting every ridge of her melted pussy walls one by one. Gently scraping them with my glans, then
“Hu… it…, ha… ah……♡”
Slamming my pelvis against her ass to drive it back in again. Repeating the same motion over and over.
“Haa…, haa……”
Each time Hinami’s breathing grew more rhythmic, Haeun leaned down to the ear of the girl pinned to the bed… and blew air into it.
“Hi… ik…, he…, hehe……”
The moment she writhed from the goosebump-inducing sensation, letting us toy with her as much as we wanted—
“…Who is it?”
…The phone rang.
It was my phone, which I had tossed somewhere in the room.
“…”
Then the woman who had been tormenting Hinami picked up my phone instead of me. She held the screen out to me with an icy expression and asked,
“…Why is she calling you?”
“I don’t know.”
Hwang Suah. The part-timer at our store. It wasn’t even her shift yet. Why?
“I thought you weren’t interested in her?”
“It must be about work or something.”
“…Then I’ll answer.”
“Hey, wait…”
“Sis, no…!”
…Before I could even finish that small doubt—
“It’s me.”
…Haeun had decided to let this clueless girl hear every sound in this obscene room.
“…Who is this?”
“…Juhyuk’s girlfriend. He’s busy right now.”
“……”
Even Hinami—who had been spewing such vulgar words—clamped her own mouth shut with her hand.