Chapter 32: How Would It Feel Without It?
Chapter 32. What Would It Feel Like Without One?
"Phone sex...?"
Jin-hyeok's delayed response came through the phone, his voice clearly flustered. Na-eun swallowed dryly and licked her lips.
"Yeah. They say all long-distance couples do it."
"Long-distance? I can come see you anytime."
"I want to see you right now."
As soon as the words left her mouth, her cheeks burned crimson. Na-eun squirmed under the blankets, curling her toes.
It was a ridiculous excuse.
The memory of last night's passionate encounter with Jin-hyeok.
The pleasure etched in her mind kept generating intense heat deep inside her body. The meager comfort of her own fingers was woefully inadequate.
With no plausible reason to rush to Jin-hyeok's place immediately, her burning body left her no choice but to blurt out this absurd suggestion.
A heavy silence stretched through the phone.
'He must think I'm some kind of pervert.'
The longer the silence lasted, the harder Na-eun's heart pounded against her ribs.
"Alright."
Jin-hyeok's short acceptance made Na-eun exhale the breath she'd been holding.
"Video?"
His voice tickled her ear.
"Video?"
Showing herself masturbating still felt too embarrassing. Na-eun stammered as she continued.
"Um... just voice this time."
"Haha. Got it."
Jin-hyeok chuckled softly. That laugh alone made her lower abdomen tingle with contraction. Na-eun switched to speakerphone and placed the phone on the plush bedsheet.
"I'll try."
She rested both hands on her thin pajamas.
"My... my chest feels so tight it hurts."
"Try massaging your breasts."
Following his instructions, Na-eun gently kneaded her rounded mounds.
"Mmm... ah..."
Electric heat spread through her nipples.
"Pinch and twist your nipples."
"Ahh—!"
When she squeezed the hardened peaks between her fingers, sharp pain and pleasure simultaneously wracked her body.
"I... I feel strange, oppa."
"I'm starting to get hard too."
"Mmm... because of me?"
"Obviously. Haa..."
Jin-hyeok's ragged breathing poured raw through the speaker.
'Oppa's getting hot from my voice too.'
That single thought stoked her arousal unbearably. Na-eun slid her hand beneath her shorts. Her panties were already soaked with sticky wetness between her thighs.
"O-oppa... I can't hold back."
"Then touch your pussy."
"P...pussy?"
The crude word slipped effortlessly from Jin-hyeok's lips, making Na-eun's shoulders jerk.
'Pussy... how vulgar.'
Even as her rationality recoiled in shame, her body eagerly craved the scorching pleasure. Their lewd phone call melted her inhibitions into sticky desire. Na-eun pushed aside her damp panties and rubbed her erect index finger along her slick folds.
Squelch.
Her finger slid easily into her wet pussy. Curving it, she scraped along the already soaked inner walls.
Squelch. Squelch.
"Ngh."
Her hips jerked.
"O-oppa."
"How does it feel?"
"Strange... ticklish, ngh... ahh."
"Push deeper inside."
Following his command, Na-eun thrust her finger in further.
"Ooh... ahh."
"My cock's aching too."
Squelch, squelch.
"Ngh."
"Na-eun, remember?"
"Wh...what?"
"My cock inside you yesterday."
"C...cock... yes. I remember."
Words she'd never dare utter normally. Na-eun understood clearly why lovers whispered such vulgarities. Speaking them aloud vividly resurrected the pleasure of Jin-hyeok's thick, hard cock spreading her tight walls.
Na-eun moved her fingers desperately, chasing that sensation. Her slender index finger couldn't possibly fill the overwhelming fullness Jin-hyeok provided.
"Ngh, ah... o-oppa."
"Yeah."
"I... it's not enough."
"I'm stroking mine right now..."
"Haaah..."
"But I keep thinking about your pussy."
"Hah... ngh, hah."
"I want to be inside you."
"I... I need you too."
"I want to pin you to the bed and thrust deep."
"Ngh... ah."
"I don't care about protection, I want to fill your womb with my seed... ngh, so much."
"Ah... ngh."
Jin-hyeok's explicit confession made Na-eun's vision whiten. She roughly fingered her soaked pussy with one hand while pinching and rubbing her swollen clit with the other. The speaker filled the room with Jin-hyeok's rough panting and wet friction sounds. Na-eun's back arched like a bow.
"O-oppa... I can't hold on."
"Don't. Hold it."
"Ngh."
She wanted to tumble over the edge immediately. Jin-hyeok's denial only made her fingers move more frantically, ruthlessly scraping her sensitive flesh.
"Ahh... ngh... ah..."
"Ngh... let's come together now."
"O-oppa! Aaah!"
Squelch.
Na-eun gushed fluid as she climaxed, her body convulsing weakly across the bedsheets.
"Haa... haa."
"Haa..."
Jin-hyeok's heavy breathing poured through the speaker.
'Oppa came too just now.'
The sticky sensation that had splashed across her cheeks and nose bridge seemed to revive on her skin. Na-eun lifted her juice-slicked palm and slowly wiped her flushed face. Jin-hyeok's rich chestnut blossom scent seemed to waft past her nose.
His voice saying he wanted to lay her down and scatter his seed inside her empty womb.
Her lower abdomen tingled again at the thought of truly receiving that hot cum without a condom.
"You okay, Na-eun?"
"Mmm... yeah. I'm fine."
"Did I push you too far...?"
"I... I wanted it."
As the heat faded and rationality returned, overwhelming shame flooded in. The reality that she'd called her boyfriend first to initiate phone sex, uttered vulgarities, and moaned like that struck her cheeks.
"I... I'm going to wash up now."
"Yeah. See you tomorrow."
"Mmm."
Na-eun hastily ended the call. Burying her burning face in the pillow, she kicked her legs wildly.
'I really have become a pervert.'
Even as she chastised herself, deep inside, a sticky desire for Jin-hyeok's massive pillar continued to boil relentlessly.
Her pounding heartbeat gradually slowed. Na-eun grabbed several tissues from the nightstand. She pressed them firmly against the damp bedsheet.
"Ugh..."
'Did I really make this much of a mess?'
Her cheeks burned hotter with each wipe at the extensive wet stains.
Compared to the labor after having sex with Jin-hyeok in the living room last night, this was easy. After Jin-hyeok left, she'd wiped the leather sofa and floor countless times with wet wipes, terrified her parents might discover evidence. In comparison, the thin sheet just needed tossing in the washer.
'I should lay a towel down next time.'
Na-eun tossed the sticky tissues away. She rolled up the damp blanket and shoved it in a corner, planning to sneak it into the washer later without Eun-ju noticing.
After straightening her clothes, Na-eun opened her door and stepped into the living room. Deok-su, sprawled on the sofa, half-rose to speak.
"Studying hard?"
"Dad!"
The sudden address made Na-eun shriek and jump. Deok-su frowned.
"Why are you shouting?"
"You startled me talking out of nowhere."
Though she snapped back, her heart raced with tension.
'Did he hear all the noises from my room?'
Her pupils shook nervously. Fortunately, Deok-su was focused on the golf broadcast on his phone, the loud commentary filling the living room. Na-eun exhaled slowly.
"Where's mom?"
At his abrupt question, Na-eun answered quickly.
"She went to the supermarket."
"Oh?"
Deok-su turned off the golf and tapped his phone several times. Soon, Eun-ju's ringtone echoed through the living room. Watching Deok-su focus on his phone, Na-eun hastily retreated into her room.
"Haa... haa..."
Jin-hyeok's panting breath scorched Eun-ju's ears. Sitting astride his firm thighs, Eun-ju trembled through her climax.
While Na-eun spilled heated moans through the phone, Eun-ju had rocked her hips like an animal atop Jin-hyeok's pelvis. His hot, thick cum at peak arousal from hearing his student's lewd pleas—Eun-ju had claimed every drop deep in her empty womb.
Na-eun likely believed Jin-hyeok had finished alone just now. Mocking her daughter's naive imagination, Eun-ju's lower belly brimmed with his seed.
The intoxicating conquest and lingering orgasm melted Eun-ju languidly. Leaning weakly against Jin-hyeok's sweaty chest, she spoke.
"Did it feel good?"
"Yes."
"Because of who?"
"Huh?"
"Na-eun's voice, or me?"
The twisted question pit daughter against mother again—a petty impulse Eun-ju recognized clearly. Jin-hyeok wrapped his arms firmly around her waist. A low chuckle brushed her ear.
"Hard to say."
"Tch."
Compared to his initially awkward, innocent demeanor, he'd grown quite sly. Yet Eun-ju's heart raced helplessly. Even as Jin-hyeok played coy, her soaked pussy walls still gripped his thick cock tightly. Eun-ju grumbled while pressing down on him.
"It's still this hard."
"You're too sexy."
"Since when did you get so smooth?"
"Who do you think taught me?"
Smack.
Jin-hyeok cupped Eun-ju's chin and kissed her tenderly. Instinctively, she wrapped her arms around his thick neck. His hot tongue pushed past her parted lips without hesitation.
Slurp. Schlick.
Their tongues tangled wetly, exchanging thick saliva.
Midway through their heated exchange, Eun-ju's phone on the bedside table vibrated loudly.
"Ah."
Startled, Eun-ju broke the kiss and stiffened. She frantically grabbed the phone. The caller ID blazing on the bright screen:
[My Loving Husband]
Eun-ju pressed a finger to her lips.
"Shh."
At her sharp warning, Jin-hyeok froze, holding his breath. Eun-ju carefully answered the call.