Eight Orgasms in a Row… I Can’t See a Thing
I couldn’t see anything. But sometimes you feel more when you imagine the unseen than when you stare at it directly. All the nerves in my body were focused on a single index finger.
Squelch. Squelch…
“Hng.”
“……”
Seo Jian’s breathing was so faint I could barely hear it through my ears. She was probably holding her breath as hard as she could. After sliding my finger in and out a few times, the spot that had been stiff as a wooden doll at first gradually began to respond.
Even though I’d put a condom on my finger, I could still faintly feel the soft inner walls beyond that thin layer of latex.
…Fuck. This is turning me on so much.
I was rock-hard, my tracksuit pants stretched tight. Jian was probably watching. I could try to hide it by awkwardly shifting my hips back, but I wasn’t sure. Honestly, I didn’t really feel like hiding it that much.
“Ha, hng.”
“……”
I was insanely curious what kind of face Jian was making right now. I wasn’t even sure if I was doing this right. I just kept my mouth shut and kept pumping my finger in and out, in and out, in and out…
Then, suddenly, I noticed a change. My finger was sliding in much more smoothly now. The condom had some lube on it from the start, but compared to how tight it felt when I first pushed in, it was practically sucking me in now.
Squelch, squelch…
There was even a wet, slippery sound now. Good. If I kept this up, it should be fine. My entire sex education came from watching porn, but seeing Jian get this wet meant I had to be doing something right. With that thought, I kept working my finger inside her pussy—hard, harder, even harder.
…About ten minutes later, Jian suddenly screamed.
“…Huh?”
“Haa, ha… ahhhuu…”
Jian suddenly grabbed my wrist. Her whole body was trembling so violently she couldn’t control it. Her face was flushed crimson, almost glowing red. Tears shimmered in her cat-like eyes, lashes trembling.
“Ughhh… hu…”
My finger slipped out of her pussy. It was glistening, slick with what looked like her juices, and a thin, sticky string stretched between her folds and the condom-covered finger.
Only then could Jian finally breathe properly again. I hadn’t meant to, but my clumsy, slow movements had been torturing her right on the edge of release.
Kim Hanbin — 8
Seo Jian — 0
“What’s the count right now?” I asked.
Jian’s sense of injustice boiled over and she yelled, “It’s still zero, you idiot!”
“…Still?”
“You’re not dragging this out on purpose because you want to keep doing this, are you?!”
“I swear that’s not it. Really. I’ve been super careful. I didn’t want to hurt you.”
“…Ha.”
Jian had nothing to say to that. She dragged a hand down her face. What could she possibly say to someone who claimed he was being considerate? Ask him to finger her faster? Or tell him to find the spot that felt good? Either way… since I was wearing a blindfold, she didn’t want to show any sign that it felt good.
Absolutely. Absolutely. Absolutely… it doesn’t feel good at all!
But after ten whole minutes of that overly considerate foreplay, this was the result.
“I’m grateful for your tear-jerking consideration and all, but having my legs spread in front of you while you finger me is a hundred, a thousand times more embarrassing, okay?”
“…Yeah, I get that. I went through the same thing last week.”
“You think that’s the same as this?!”
Last week’s condom handjob mission. I’d been the one wearing the blindfold, pants down, getting jerked off in a pretty pathetic state. Both situations were embarrassing in their own way, but people always think their own suffering is worse, more pitiful, more humiliating.
“You came buckets because it felt good. Don’t lump me in with you.”
“Ah. So what you’re saying is, what I just did didn’t feel good at all. That’s the problem?”
“Th-that’s…”
Our dear Jian couldn’t admit her true feelings. The way she kept circling around the point meant she desperately wanted me to make her cum eight times already, but she couldn’t bring herself to say it. She probably didn’t even fully understand her own heart. And deep down, she knew it actually had felt good.
“Y-you did it eight times. You jerked off eight times, that’s why I’m suffering like this now…”
“Sorry about that.”
“…Exactly!” Jian shouted.
What she said next was probably something even she didn’t fully understand. There was zero filter.
“I can see you getting hard while you’re fingering my pussy, you know?! It’s obvious what you’re thinking about. Just think about the mission! I don’t care if you get hard or if you get turned on touching my pussy, so…”
“Hey, what the hell are you even saying?”
“Just close your eyes and make me cum eight times already. I feel like I’m going to die of embarrassment…”
She grabbed my hand again and pulled it toward her. She even guided it right to her entrance, telling me to put it in.
“Don’t be considerate this time.”
“What if I was just bad at it?”
“Then ask me. I’ll tell you exactly where it feels good.”
“……”
“I just want to get this over with.”
With those words, my index finger slid back inside her.
“Hup!”
The warm walls clenched tight around my finger. Just like the very first insertion, Jian’s body went rigid. But unlike before, her muscles quickly melted into a languid softness even though I hadn’t done much. Her pussy grew wetter. My finger moved more freely. Jian’s breathing became more urgent. Her juices flowed more abundantly.
Before long, her arousal was dripping down my hand.
“Hah, haa… hup!”
Since her body had already been pushed right to the edge, even the slightest increase in stimulation sent her over easily.
First orgasm.
Just one out of eight. And it was also the first vaginal orgasm of Seo Jian’s entire life.
The first taste of that pleasure. It felt less like “good” and more like “something feels weird.” Her whole body went limp, thighs quivering, and the wet sounds from my fingers grew louder. I’d heard people talk about how some girls get really wet. This was the moment Jian learned she was one of them.
“Hah, I came once.”
“Keep going right away?”
“Y-yeah… keep going.”
The squelching had turned into loud, sloppy splashing. Even with the blindfold on, I could feel her soaking my forearm. But I didn’t say anything. I just silently kept fingering her.
“Th-there… that spot feels good…”
“Like this?”
“Ahng! Hah, haaht…!”
So that’s the good spot.
I focused on the place she said felt good, pressing firmly with the pad of my finger instead of scraping. And when I accidentally brushed a certain spot—
“Ughyaht!”
Whoosh—!
She sprayed a huge burst of juice.
Before I knew it, the count went up again.
What the—wait, that wasn’t piss, right?!
Something she could never do in front of me. Thank god I was wearing the blindfold; if I weren’t, she would’ve slapped my hand away and hidden under the table immediately.
“Haaang, haht… ah, ahng!”
“……”
I kept fingering her. She kept getting fingered. Her juices were flooding out like a dam had broken. There was no way I couldn’t notice how hard I was. She was cumming again and again in front of a guy who was clearly turned on by her.
Once. Twice. The orgasms wouldn’t stop.
“Huuuaaaang!”
Splash, splash, splash!
While her pussy kept cumming and cumming, the idiot Jian had an idiot thought: Why can girls keep going after they cum once? Even as she panted, she let out a small laugh.
…If it had been me who had to cum eight times and Jian zero.
It made more sense for her to be the one cumming eight times than for a guy to have to ejaculate eight times. So this situation wasn’t the absolute worst. She had a habit of twisting things to make them easier to accept.
In the middle of that thought, another orgasm hit.
“Haa, hah… ahhu… I came again…!”
“That’s three now?”
“Th-three. Three… so five left. Uhhht!”
There was still a long way to go. I had no idea how much time had passed. But she still had five more orgasms to endure. It was only natural that Jian’s pathetic stamina was giving out—her trembling body was slowly losing strength.
“Hey, wait. If you lie down like that I’ll lose the spot again.”
“Ahhuuu…”
Jian had flopped down onto the table. She lay on her back at first, but the fluorescent light on the ceiling was too bright, so she covered her face with her left arm and rolled onto her side. Her hips were awkwardly perched on the edge of the desk. I couldn’t find her hole and ended up awkwardly stroking her ass.
I wasn’t doing it on purpose, but even that touch became teasing foreplay. Jian frowned and lowered her hand again.
“…Can’t you even find it?”
She grabbed my hand and rubbed it against her entrance. She was so wet that with just a little pressure my finger slid right in. I accidentally pushed both my index and middle fingers inside.
“Ahk! It hurts…!”
“Ah, sorry.”
I pulled out my middle finger and went back to just the index. Splash, splash. After that, there was only the sound of water. Occasionally her juices would splatter against my wrist. Every time she came she gushed so much that I didn’t even need her to tell me—the rising count was obvious.
This is exhausting… how much longer do I have to do this…
Her stamina was already gone. Lying on her side and holding her legs up was too much work, so Jian naturally ended up lying face-down on the table. She lowered her body until her dangling feet touched the floor and instinctively pushed her ass back toward me. Even though I couldn’t see, I kept diligently fingering her pussy.
Her juices were streaming down her thighs.
“Hah, haa… I’m going crazyyy…!”
“Three left. Just three more.”
“Ahhuuu…”
“If it’s too hard I can stop for a bit.”
“Don’t stop… I don’t want to start over… just finish it all at once…”
Half pleasure, half shame. Stopping in the middle was impossible. Calming down and trying to rebuild this atmosphere would be ridiculous. At this point Jian was instinctively moving her hips. She rocked her ass back, subtly matching the rhythm of my hand, grinding her good spot against my fingers.
I want to die of embarrassment.
Even while thinking that, she kept actively pushing her hips back. If I hadn’t been wearing the blindfold, her pussy—and even her asshole—would’ve been completely exposed. But she didn’t seem to care at all. She probably couldn’t think about anything except her pussy anymore.
My finger curled downward, pressing firmly like stamping a seal. As she pushed her ass back, my knuckle accidentally scraped roughly against her inner wall. That simultaneous stimulation triggered her sixth orgasm.
A languid pleasure spread from her spine throughout her entire body.
“Ughuuu…”
Her cheek was squished against the table, mouth hanging open as drool poured out. She didn’t have the strength to wipe it away or even close her mouth. She just lay there dazed, scratching at the table with her nails, lifting and lowering her heels, toes curling and uncurling. Even the way her breasts were pressed against the table, making it hard to breathe, made her head feel fuzzy.
Her brain had gone completely hazy and she no longer had the strength to move—right as she started to slowly slide off the table—
“…Hup!”
“Whoa, I just thought you were about to fall. Your ass kept dropping lower.”
I caught Jian by the waist. More precisely, I slipped my hand under her lower belly to hold her up while my right hand stayed buried in her pussy. It was an absurd position, but she had no energy left to complain. Jian didn’t react at all. Taking her silence as permission to continue, I moved my hand again.
Even with the condom on, I could feel how much she’d gushed—my palm felt a little swollen. Splash, splash—!
Half-supported in my arms like that… her body began to shake violently.
“…Huuup!”
“One more… just one left.”
I might have looked calm, but my own head was foggy. I barely knew what I was doing anymore. At some point my thoughts had just shut down.
…Fuck. What the hell am I even doing right now?
Getting turned on was one thing. But the other person was Seo Jian. No matter how I thought about it, doing something like this with a friend felt wrong. And yet here I was, enthusiastically fingering my friend’s pussy.
Plus, if she hadn’t been reacting so strongly I might have been able to ignore it, but she was gushing so much that my entire forearm was soaked. My mind involuntarily started imagining the next step.
At this rate… am I really going to end up having sex with Jian…?
I pushed my index finger all the way in to the base. Her walls contracted, squeezing my finger tight. After making her cum seven times, I already knew exactly how her body reacted right before she came. She was right on the edge.
Without thinking, I pressed my exposed thumb against her clit. I curled my fingers so the thumb on the outside and the index on the inside met, rubbing firmly. I pressed hard against her swollen, rock-hard clit.
“Uhhp! Th-that spot…!”
Then it gushed. No—psshhh.
“Ahng! N-nooo!”
“…Ah!”
Since I was already half-holding her up, what happened next was inevitable. On top of that, she squirted like she was peeing. Drip. Drip. Drip.
“……”
“……”
Why did my sanity only return at the very last moment? Jian swallowed a curse in her mind.
“D-don’t look! Don’t take off the blindfold no matter what!”
“Uh, yeah…”
I awkwardly stepped back. My pants were completely soaked, droplets falling from them. There was no need to say what had made them wet. Jian somehow gathered the strength to sit up and snatched a tissue. That was because a puddle had already formed on the floor beneath her.