Chapter 242
Number Two feels several times better, I swear. I'd thought it before, but Yoo Seol-ah really is a genius. Not just any genius, but the hardworking kind no one can catch up to. Back in the day, I was convinced her talent was overwhelmingly genius-level in illustration.
"...Ugh, so this is what the inside feels like..."
But lately, I'm feeling her genius in the naughty department too. Like how she trembles so hard it stirs up my sadistic side in unexpected situations, or how her voice gets so irresistibly lewd once she starts cumming a few times and can't hold back anymore. Stuff like that.
But true to her hardworking genius nature, that's not the end of it. Maybe because she's devoured way more 19+ doujins than me—who thought I had a decent collection—she gets me ridiculously worked up even when she's taking the lead. Especially in bed, whether she's saying stuff on purpose or it slips out unconsciously, every word hits my lower half like a truck.
Judging from the squelching sounds right now, she must've slipped her fingers in first to check things out. I get the intent to test the texture, but even her curious tone sounds so damn sexy—it's unavoidable.
"...I'm gonna start now. Tell me if it hurts or anything...?"
Her voice has gotten pretty gentle, so yeah, that pout from earlier was definitely just an excuse. I hear her gently spreading my legs with her hands, then slipping in between them, and suddenly the tip of my dick feels this totally unfamiliar sensation.
"Ngh..."
"D-Does it hurt...?"
"No..."
They called it the "cozy tsundere-chan" inside, and sure enough, right from the entrance, it lives up to the name—sucking and nibbling at my cock like a proper onahole. As Yoo Seol-ah slowly adjusts the speed and lowers it bit by bit, the countless bumps inside make themselves blatantly known, messing with my head.
I figured sex with a human succubus like Yoo Seol-ah had ruined me for onaholes, but that was a total miscalculation. Sure, the pleasure's less intense than her pussy, but the mental high from knowing she's the one moving it makes up for it big time.
Confirming from my response that it feels good, she lets out a soft chuckle and leans in closer.
"Chuu... Haa, mmm..."
One big reason she went out of her way to buy this onahole and set all this up has to be so we could keep kissing. She loves kissing like crazy, but when the pleasure hits too hard, she gets too messed up to even tangle tongues.
Even mid-kiss, the onahole's slowly stroking up and down, which felt a bit weird given her position at first, but I quickly realized it was magic doing the work.
"They say low-viscosity lube lets you feel the internal structure way better."
"...When did you even learn crap like that..."
"......"
It's kinda ridiculous how she clams up when it's inconvenient for her, but from the sound of it, she must've been planning this since getting date course tips from Nagi-san. Obvious now.
"How's it feel... fucking Tsundere-chan while kissing me...?"
"...You're gonna keep talking like..."
Her words craft this subtle harem play vibe, stirring up that forbidden thrill. She said she wasn't jealous of toys, but I didn't expect her to kick off situation-roleplay like this first.
Her tone's getting stickier by the second, and my orgasm builds faster than I thought. Plus, since it's moving by magic, the onahole's motions feel eerily like Yoo Seol-ah's own movements. Honestly, it's like having two of her—pure mental stimulation that's hard to endure. One's already plenty lewd.
But like she read my mind, she whispers right in my ear.
"Or... did calling it Tsundere-chan make you think of the real me?"
"......"
She knows damn well she's got tsundere traits, so yeah, she totally targeted that onahole on purpose. She even told me earlier to imagine it was her to get me going, so can you blame a guy?
"Whoa... perv."
"...Hey."
Her words are sweet, but when she keeps her cool, her voice has this chilly edge that suits belittling me perfectly. She's probably blushing a bit if I could see her face, but with the blindfold, no dice.
"If it was the real me... you'd be doing this right now... Hnng... Haa!?"
"Ngh..."
She's timing fake moans perfectly with the onahole's thrusts, whispering them right in my ear. I can tell it's acting, but the sheer fact that straight-laced Yoo Seol-ah—who's usually so embarrassed in her right mind—is pulling this off? The situational pleasure is insane.
"Ugh... Baek Sion, you love this stuff, huh?"
Noticing my hand unconsciously slowing the onahole, she clears her throat lightly, strokes my thigh, and ramps up the moans. And she's syncing them flawlessly with the movements—her attention to detail is sneaky precise.
"Hnn, ngh!?... Haa, ungh..."
Is she getting into it and feeling less shy? Her voice sounds even more real now, echoing in my ear. She knows full well how sexy her moans are. Not quite the whimpering sob from peak pleasure, but plenty to stoke my lust.
As I feel cum building, I instinctively start thrusting up a bit, and she whispers "So naughty..." before pausing the onahole's motion.
"...Ah, not yet... I got more prepared."
Luckily, unlike the real Yoo Seol-ah who keeps squeezing even when still, the break lets me dial back the pleasure a touch. But once my head clears, her words sink in, and I can't help but ask.
"...More?"
"Yeah. I got Tsundere-chan No. 2 too."
"......"
...You're thorough as hell, Yoo Seol-ah. I was already shocked by this onahole's pleasure, but do high-end ones always come in series? Different textures, I guess.
As I calm down with those thoughts, her voice chimes in.
"Feeling better now?"
"...Yeah."
Still sweet, but her relaxed tone makes me wanna hear her whimpering from that mouth. I'm not cuffed or anything, so I could anytime, but I decide to let her have her prepared fun first and stay put.
Hearing rustling from under the bed, she's probably opening the new one's packaging. "...Tsundere-chan No. 2 feels several times better, so cum in this one, okay?"
A better onahole than this? Already slick from the lube, prep feels quicker this time.
"Move however if you wanna cum, got it?"
"......"
Every word feels designed to tease me. Her voice shifts to my lower half again as she repositions, and from the glans down, a soft yet intense pleasure starts shaking my brain.
"Hrngh!?... Haa, ah..."
Her moan hits right as it slides in perfectly, so close to making me blow on insertion. Not just her super realistic voice, but true to her claim, this onahole's pleasure is on another level—unreal.
The first one was head-spinning but manageable; this makes me wanna piston wildly for more of those folds' grip.
"...Ngh, uh, it's twitching like crazy... you don't have to hold back now..."
Unlike before, she's egging me on to cum. Her voice even trembles intermittently like she's really getting pounded—when did she get this acting skill?
She guides my hand to the onahole's ass again, and the marshmallow-soft, human-skin feel hits me. Gripping it tight, I lose it a bit and thrust up fast, blasting deep inside.
Spurt-! Splurrt-!
"Haaah♡!?... Ah, ngh... Haa♡!?"
The numbing, mind-melting pleasure rocks my head, but even after the long release, my dick just twitches inside, ready for more—head only slightly cooled.
But thinking clearly now, something's off. Big time. That ass texture? No fake could mimic human skin that well. And an onahole out-pleasuring Yoo Seol-ah? Impossible unless... unless it's her pussy, amplified without sight. Plus those sobbing moans from my crotch earlier.
One conclusion from all that.
Tsundere-chan No. 2 she mentioned is...
"...Huu... Like the fake moans that much?"
Fake moans turn me on plenty, but I cut her off and call her name.
Still playing it cool, huh.
"Yoo Seol-ah."
"...Hic, yeah?"
Pretending casual, but the voice is right above my crotch, trembling if you listen close.
"Can I keep going?"
Post-nut, but realizing this, I'm even harder than before. My cooled head's burning up now.
Her reply comes after a hesitant pause.
"...I-I said do whatever with the onahole... Hiiik!?"
Stubborn to the end. ...Who was calling who a perv earlier? And stopping me from cumming in the first one...
Since she started this, I'm not holding back tonight. Guessing her plan, I ramp up my killing intent, seizing control of her pleasure suppression magic.
She wanted this from the start—might as well give it properly.
"...Eek, eep♡!? No, wait—"
Caught totally off-guard, she loses her composure instantly. If she'd been doing whatever, she should've been prepared.
...Hold up. It hit my weak spot too perfectly—even with pleasure nerfed to like a third, staying sane was tough. So I can't let that go...?
And how'd he figure out the magic with the blindfold on anyway?
At the warning bells ringing in my head, I ditch the Tsundere-chan No. 2 act, frantically reaching back to grab Baek Sion's wrist, but he's clearly onto me yet pretending not to be.
...Did I overdo the moans midway...?