Summer Festival (8): My Exclusive Onahole
It felt stuffy. Like my arm wasn’t obeying my will. I tossed and turned from an indescribable discomfort before waking to the unnatural pressure around my wrist.
“...You’re awake?”
“Haeun, what the hell is this….”
The moment I opened my eyes, I could dimly see Haeun lying right beside me, and then the cause of that unnatural pressure came into view.
Clink.
A cheap plastic handcuff was looped around my wrist. It was a toy I could break with raw strength if I wanted, but that wasn’t the important part.
“You promised you’d hold me.”
It wasn’t that the cuffs were on both my hands.
…Because they were connected to her wrist.
“If you want it, just say so. Why go this far?”
“You broke the promise first.”
“Sorry. I was tired.”
With the hand that wasn’t bound, I reached out and stroked Haeun’s hair as she stared at me with wide eyes. It was her own slightly creepy, slightly cute way of showing affection. But I couldn’t allow my pet to defy her owner and climb all over him.
While I debated how much of a warning I should give her, I slipped my hand into her pants pocket, searching for the key.
“...Are you really that tired?”
“You saw me pass out in the car after dropping off the part-timer.”
“Really?”
But.
She grabbed the wrist I was using to rummage through her pocket, climbed on top of me, and pinned me down with her full weight.
“Don’t I make you think about anything?”
“...I do. Filthy thoughts.”
She bared her chest, still in her comfortable bra. The tattoo she hadn’t removed yet mixed with her skin and dragged my gaze in. Even though I knew exactly how she tasted, it still made my mouth water.
“If you’re having those thoughts, why aren’t you doing anything? You didn’t even hold me.”
“Come here. Just a second.”
“No. …I’m doing what I want this time.”
I had decided to hug her and soothe her somehow, but she rattled the handcuffs and crawled higher, shoving the slightly damp underside of her bra against my nose and cutting off my air.
The addictive scent—sweat that wasn’t too strong mixed with faint baby powder—combined with the plump sensation I enjoyed every single day, kept shaking my half-asleep mind.
“Haeun.”
“What? You said you were having those thoughts. …Then just do it. The stuff you like.”
“Let go first. Let’s wash up and then do it. Wash first.”
“You washed as soon as you came home.”
“Then at least take the cuffs off. These could hurt me.”
“No.”
“Hey…”
She pressed her breasts harder against my eyes and nose, placed both hands on my head, and slowly stroked my hair. Then she gradually pushed her chest downward, sealing not only my nose but my mouth as well.
It wasn’t exactly unpleasant, but it wasn’t particularly enjoyable either. Still, as I kept feeling that sensation I didn’t want to end, Haeun lifted her bra completely and shoved her bare tit straight into my mouth.
“I’ll let you suck the tits you like so much, so stay still.”
“…”
The moment her bare skin touched me, a milky scent flooded out through my mouth and up my nose. The sweet smell of flesh made my appetite stir. Without spitting out the nipple between my lips, I looked up at her face.
An indifferent expression—neither angry nor particularly aroused. The look didn’t suit Haeun at all, and it sent a chill down my spine. I gently bit the nipple in my mouth to draw a reaction.
“...Don’t use your teeth.”
She quoted the words I often said, fiddling with the textured part of my ear. Then she put even more weight on her chest, flattening it completely and cutting off my breath entirely.
Inhaling Haeun’s flesh scent so deeply, the alcohol I hadn’t noticed before started to make me feel a little drunk.
Even so, I still found her tantrum—still within bounds—cute. I carefully raised my free hand and caressed her cheek.
“...Did you do this to Yeeun too?”
…Of course.
Haeun’s question was so transparent it made me think, there it is. To such a stupid question, I shook my head slightly where it was buried between her breasts, gave her the truth she wanted, and reached farther to stroke her hair.
Then the other hand that had been clinking got its fingers interlaced with mine again. She pulled her breast from my mouth, looked down at me from directly above, and whispered.
“Then what did you do?”
“Nothing. Not today.”
“Yesterday?”
“Yesterday either.”
“...Last week.”
“Just kissing after drinking.”
“…”
The moment she heard the answer, she pressed her lips tight, sat on my thigh, and stripped my pants off without hesitation. She immediately grabbed the cock that sprang out from my underwear with her uncuffed hand, stroking it skillfully a few times until it stood completely rigid.
I stared blankly at her, thinking I’d let her have her way for one night.
The half-naked girl ignored the hardened cock, pulled out the phone she had slipped into her pocket instead of the key, and started filming me.
“Hey, what are you doing?”
“It was too dark so I turned the flash on.”
“It’s blinding. Turn it off. Off.”
I turned my head away from the blinding flash and instead stretched my free hand to switch on the bedside lamp. When the soft light filled the room, she killed the flash and quietly kept filming just my cock.
Since she wasn’t touching it and there was no new visual or auditory stimulation, my erection gradually began to wilt. Haeun rattled the cuffed hand, formed a ring with her fingers around my shaft, and stroked upward at an agonizingly slow pace—only enough stimulation to keep it from going completely soft.
“Perverted bastard.”
“You wake a sleeping person up and then call me that?”
“A sicko who gets hard when other people see him.”
“Stop talking nonsense and just—”
“...You like women like that, don’t you?”
“…”
When I scolded her for the constant nonsense, she pressed the cold handcuff against the tip of my glans and completely flipped the subject of her babbling.
The chilling plastic touch ran down my spine. Then she shoved the phone I thought she was filming with in front of me, showing an entirely different screen.
“Sorry, but I guess I’m not that kind of woman. …Look.”
“What is this?”
“This many photos of me got posted on the community. …Isn’t it disgusting?”
“Well, for something like this…”
“You think it’s disgusting too. …The people saying these things to me.”
People had spread the tweet from whoever took photos of her at the event. Now it was impossible to tell where the original post was, and Haeun was being relentlessly harassed. The comments carried the same tone as the sexual harassment ones on her YouTube videos, only far more vicious.
I had expected it, but watching them dig up her personal information so casually filled me with both a sense of superiority and disgust. I was worse trash than they were, yet Haeun was too precious to be lumped in with them.
“How about it? Disgusting, right?”
“Yeah. …About as disgusting as I am.”
“What do they think I am? …Jerk-off material?”
“…Probably.”
“…Then what about you, Juhyuk?”
“Me, well…”
Her pronunciation was clear despite the buzz of alcohol. Haeun sped up the slow strokes along my cock, demanding an answer.
It wasn’t a difficult question. I was about to answer honestly when I let out a long breath and froze.
…What exactly was I supposed to call her?
Manager or editor were titles that should belong to me. Girlfriend, live-in partner, pet—every single one felt off. The person I once hated, the director’s daughter, Seo Jia’s little sister—none of those felt right either.
There were so many ways to address her, yet none of them sat comfortably on my tongue.
“Why aren’t you answering? Am I just jerk-off material to you too?”
“…No.”
“Then what? …I’m not your girlfriend, am I?”
“…”
I tried to give the safest answer I could, but Haeun shot it down immediately. I chewed on the word “lover” in the back of my throat, trying to mold it into something that sounded right, when—
“…What about onahole? That’s how you see me, isn’t it?”
“…What?”
“Or cum receptacle? …Pussy? Dick case? …Isn’t that how you think of me?”
Haeun was dragging herself lower than an object.
“I feel like I’m useless to you except for getting fucked. …Look, these people think the same thing.”
“Hey.”
With a rattling hand, she stroked my cock exactly the way I had taught her—fast and precise.
“Without you I have no value at all. At best I’m just some princess these otakus jerk off to, right?”
“That’s enough weird talk…”
“The weird talk is coming from them, not me. Right? I’m your personal dick case, but they keep spouting bullshit about how you seduced me or whatever.”
“…Haa.”
The wrist connected to hers ached from the speed. She kept pumping with rapid, wet sounds, jerking me off without any regard for my pleasure.
“Tell me, Juhyuk. …Am I just their jerk-off material?”
“…No.”
“Then what am I? What? Am I just Seo Jia’s little sister like the people who dug up my info?”
“You’re just Haeun.”
Right then—exactly when my balls began to twitch—she stopped the handjob.
“…What is Haeun?”
She lowered her head, flicked the tip of my cock with her tongue, and threatened me: if I didn’t answer right now, only an unpleasant, ruined orgasm would remain.
I refused to yield to the threat.
“…The hottest, sluttiest bitch in my entire life.”
“…”
Clear and deliberate.
“Huge fucking tits, every inch of flesh dripping with sex, wearing slutty clothes and acting like a total bitch so every man who sees her gets hard. That’s you.”
“…Yeeun’s the same though. She’s way more popular than me.”
“And that bitch is my personal dick case, so she turns me on like crazy.”
“…”
…Annoyingly, she pulled the key she had hidden under the pillow.
While she unlocked the handcuffs, I continued.
“Don’t you think so too? A woman who’s probably gone through dozens of men is still my exclusive fuck sleeve for the rest of her life.”
“…”
“Ha, fuck…. I was originally going to sell all the videos of us fucking, but I got attached for no reason…”
“…You piece of trash. Stop pretending to be nice now and just sell them.”
“I’m not selling them. …If I did, their value would drop, wouldn’t it?”
Now that both hands were free, I grabbed her shoulders and flipped our positions completely.
“Even if I sold you, the most I’d do is some erotic photoshoot. …I won’t make you do anything worse.”
“…Why? If you sold the sex tape we made, wouldn’t I get even more famous and popular? Don’t you like that kind of thing?”
She wasn’t wearing panties, so the moment I pulled her pants down her pussy was visible—though far less wet than usual.
“I do like that kind of thing. …But explaining it to our kid later would be a pain in the ass.”
“…”
A few strokes of my fingers. A few flicks of my tongue.
She was soaking in no time.
“You’re at least a cosplayer and YouTuber. I can just say you’re a minor celebrity. That’s exactly what you are anyway.”
“…What are you even saying, seriously…”
“I get harder for a woman who at least pretends to be decent instead of some unemployed whore or actual prostitute. …It pulls me in more.”
“…Ha, you perverted bastard. You must be crazy… ah…..”
Listening to her endless stream of praise, I slid my cock—now slick and glistening after getting drenched in such a short time—into her sopping wet dick case. The orgasm that had been pushed to its limit eased just a little as I buried myself inside.
“A woman who stuck on a temporary tattoo sticker for work turns me on way more than one who got a real tattoo on her waist.”
“Your tastes are seriously… so fucking weird. You perver— hehe…”
Only after my cock was fully sheathed inside her did Haeun—
…laugh brightly like always, mixing it with curses.
“…Your personal pure-love dick case that only likes Kang Juhyuk. …Since you’re the one who opened the packaging, don’t sell me second-hand or shove me in a warehouse…”
“I won’t.”
“That… the shoving part. Still. You have to— ah… do it… ah…♡”
As always, she was helplessly pinned beneath me.
“Ung… o… oh……♡, ah, u… mp, mp…, chuup……♥”
Slap, slap, slap, slap.Smack, smack.
The vulgar sounds loud enough to wake the uninvited guest living upstairs poured out endlessly. I pumped thick, clumpy semen into her without spilling a single drop, filling the case perfectly.
It was so adorable that I refused to pull the plug from her case. For a long time, I sealed the upper opening with my mouth.
Until everything that had leaked out from inside the case filled the empty space once more.