Eavesdropping on Miho's One-Night Stand (1)
The fierce weekend with Miho passed, and ordinary days returned. That evening, after two rounds of passion, we collapsed into each other's arms without even showering and fell asleep. The next morning, before checkout, we claimed each other's bodies one more time. With every encounter, Miho was learning the ways of pleasure at a terrifying pace. Even on the drive home, she volunteered to take me in her mouth. The way she sucked so fiercely, I had to pull the car over more than once.
"Does that mean we can't see each other again until the weekend?"
When we arrived at her place, she looked at me with a face full of regret.
"I'll text you during the week."
"…Okay. I'll wait."
I managed to coax her out of the car and send her inside.
"Ah! Oppa! Don't post those photos anywhere or anything!"
"Don't worry. I've got a social standing to protect. I'm not about to throw everything away on something stupid. When I get home, I'll pick out the good ones and send them to you."
"Heehee. Okay. I trust you, Oppa. Bye~"
Apparently still fretting over the pictures we'd taken, Miho only got out of the car and went inside after extracting that promise from me.
Back home, I took a nap, then woke up and went through the photos of us again, deleting the duplicates and the ones that weren't worth keeping.
Looking at them again, Miho's expressions grew filthier and filthier the further along the sequence went.
There was no question about it — Miho had the natural instincts of a born seductress, hot and shameless. Every shot was packed with that bewitching look that seemed ready to devour the camera, and a body that left nothing to the imagination. I mixed the flattering ones with the more explicit ones and sent them to her over KakaoTalk.
There was no denying that seeing Miho had become a real source of energy in my life. The physical exhaustion hit hard, but after a full day of rest I could face the workweek without a trace of Monday blues. Clearly I was the type who needed sex on a regular schedule to stay sharp. For the time being, thanks to Miho, I no longer had to worry about going without. If anything, a restless anticipation had started to build — what kind of sex would give me that next jolt of vitality?
Then, on Tuesday, Miho messaged me first.
Two days after we parted, her body must have started sending signals again. Just like last time, her message arrived on the evening of the second day.
The "1" on that last message I sent sat there for a long time without disappearing. Then, around midnight, my phone suddenly rang.
"Hello?"
"Oppa? You still up?"
Whatever was going on, her voice on the other end of the line was pitched very low.
"Yeah. Just about to sleep. Why?"
"I'm at a motel right now."
She was still speaking quietly, almost in a whisper — but there was a thrill running underneath it.
"What, are you reporting in to me?"
"Yeah. The guy just went in to shower."
"Hahaha. Miho, you don't have to report every little thing to me. Enjoy yourself."
"Okay. I just called in case you'd get mad."
The way she was acting — as if she thought of me as her boyfriend — was almost cute. A fuck buddy who asked permission before sleeping with another guy!
"I'm not mad. ……Still, he must've caught your eye a little?"
"Yeah. His face isn't great, but… his nose is big…"
"His nose?"
"Yeah… you know… people say if the nose is big, that part is too…"
"Hahaha. My nose isn't that big, though?"
"Ugh, I don't know! It's because you won't see me, so I got all worked up."
A good idea suddenly struck me.
"Miho. When did he go in to shower?"
"He'll probably be out soon?"
"Then don't hang up. Do exactly what I tell you."
"Huh? Don't hang up?"
"Yeah. Flip the phone face-down on the table by the bed, and face the bathroom. Touch yourself."
"You want me to masturbate?!"
"Yeah. I want to hear what you sound like when you're having sex with another guy."
"……Okay…"
I heard the phone knock against something as she set it down on the table. I turned up the volume on my end and caught the sound of the shower running. Then came the rustle of sheets as she shifted her body toward the bathroom.
By now Miho would be sitting with her legs spread, facing the shower. She was obedient enough to follow my instructions, but I could picture her hesitating, unsure whether this was really okay. The water stopped — the guy must have finished washing.
"Haa… ah…"
Squelch. Squelch.
A faint, sticky wet sound began to come through. Miho must have found her courage and started moving her hand — her soft moans and the sound of her fingers working over her pussy drifted across the line. At the sound of those moans, I set my own phone down and pushed my pants down. The thought of listening to Miho have sex sent a rush of excitement through me, and I was already halfway hard.
"Haa… haa… ah… ah…"
When I put the phone back to my ear, Miho seemed fully lost in what she was doing — her moans had grown louder than before. Not being able to see her face, hearing only those sounds, carried a strange new kind of pleasure. Her voice through the receiver was pure sex. I could almost see those slender, pretty fingers of hers, legs spread, working over herself. Imagining the sight of her masturbating, I stroked myself in turn.
What would that guy do when he stepped out of the shower and found her like this? Was there a man alive who could hold himself back once he realized a beauty like her had been waiting for him, touching herself? He'd throw himself on her and try to bury himself inside her without a second thought.
Click.
The bathroom door opened.
"Holy…! Fuck, you…!"
"Haa… haa… ah…"
The man who'd just come out of the shower clearly hadn't expected this. He started swearing on the spot.
"Holy… fuck… I could tell from that look on your face you were filthy, but… goddamn…!"
"Aha… haa… ha… ah… What are you doing… hurry up and eat me out…"
She couldn't wait — she was the one asking him to go down on her first.
Slurp. Schlick. Schluuurp.
"Ahk! Aaaaah! Ah! Ah!"
The man must have been devouring Miho's pussy greedily — the wet sounds of him sucking on her carried all the way to me with perfect clarity. Her moans rose to match.
"Holy… fuck… you're soaking wet!"
"Ah… keep going…"
"I don't even need to keep licking. This slut pussy is dripping! Fingers… holy… fuck, they just slide right in!"
"Aaaaaah!"
His fingers must have been thrusting into her — her moans climbed higher. The guy had a filthy mouth, whether that was just how he always talked or not. Then again… if any man walked out to find a beauty like that masturbating obscenely right in front of him, that kind of reaction was only natural. Hearing him treat Miho like a whore sent a twisted thrill through me — and at the same time, it sat wrong, listening to someone dump that kind of language on what was mine.
"Ah, wait! Put on a condom!"
"Why? Fuck it, just do it raw. I'll pull out."
"It's a dangerous day for me! Put a condom on!"
"I can't stay hard with a condom! Just do it!"
"If you can't get hard looking at me, that makes you a fucking eunuch! Put it on!"
"Ah… fuck… fine, fine!"
Good girl. Whether it was out of consideration for me or simple caution, Miho dug in her heels and refused to let him go without a condom.
She went back and forth with him for a while, and in the end she seemed to win.
"Ah… ah… ah!"
"Fuck… a slut finger-fucking herself with a guy right there, and she's the one demanding a condom… holy… shit… but damn, your body is insane!"
"Ah! Ever seen a dirty little slut like this? Ah… ah…"
"You fuck… you look even better than Joo-young."
"Aahng… once you try me, I'll taste better. Hurry up and do it…"
So this was the guy Joo-young's friend had brought along… From the way he was comparing Miho to Joo-young, he'd clearly already been with her. Come to think of it, which one had Joo-young been that night? Between the slender girl who looked a little like Miho and the one with the fuller, more voluptuous figure, I couldn't remember which was which. Either way, I clearly remembered that all three of them, Miho included, had looked delicious.
"Ugh! Holy… shit… what the hell are you…"
"Haah!!! Why? Feel good?"
"Fuck… I only put the head in…"
He must have started pushing into her — he was already marveling at the feel of Miho's pussy. Who wouldn't? That sensation from the very entrance, wrapping around a cock and pulling it in. The way her inner walls worked and kneaded through all that wetness. I knew that feeling far too well, and right now I was bitterly jealous of the man who got to feel it. So I gripped myself tighter and worked my hand faster, up and down. I wanted the cock inside Miho right now to be mine — not his.