Chapter 118: Sensory Sync Magical Girl Onahole (2)
Chapter 118: Sensory Sync Magical Girl Onahole (2)
The Operator spent a while longer examining the onahole's features. In truth, he was the type who usually settled things with his own hand, so he knew next to nothing about adult toys.
While the existence of such products was common knowledge, it wasn't as if the vast majority of men actually bought and used them. The Operator fell into the category of those who hadn't—though he was about to cross over to the other side.
'Let’s take a closer look first.'
The Operator read the manual included in the package, which was separate from the letter sent by the Villain Association.
He was, after all, a Korean man. Normally, he wouldn't have bothered with a manual, but since this had been sent by a villain organization, he felt the need to examine it thoroughly.
'Self-cleaning and automatic lube secretion? It can even do this?'
Just moments ago, he had been wary, checking the strange patterns engraved on the onahole first. Now, as if possessed, he was reading the manual and marveling at its specialized functions.
'I’ve never used one myself, but I heard the most annoying part of using an onahole is dealing with the semen inside afterward.'
If you cum inside an onahole, you have to wash it immediately so the material doesn't degrade. However, the inevitable post-nut clarity hits a man right after ejaculation. Cleaning up your own mess in that state often brings a wave of profound self-loathing.
But what if you use a condom because cleaning is too much work? Well, you might as well not have bought the onahole in the first place. It defeats the purpose of owning an adult toy that allows you to enjoy a raw creampie without worrying about contraception.
Yet, the one sent by the Villain Association boasted an automatic cleaning function. The idea that he could just fall into a deep sleep after cumming and wake up to find it clean and as good as new was hard to believe.
'This is incredible.'
Of course, the Operator had no way of knowing that the onahole was directly linked to Do Min-jeong—the Magical Girl Floss’s pussy.
After he irresponsibly creampied the device, Floss would have to crouch down alone to drain the semen or command her slimes to clean out the inside. Thus, "automatic cleaning" was merely a play on words.
Naturally, unaware of the situation, the Operator opened the onahole with high expectations. He set the self-cleaning feature aside for a moment to test the automatic lube secretion.
'I didn't intend for this, but I’ve somehow gotten sucked into it.'
The awareness that he should be wary of an item from the Villain Association crumbled at some point. Moreover, it wasn't just a hole; the device was a miniature of a woman's body from the chest to the thighs, designed to be held in one hand, which made the immersion quite substantial.
It featured large breasts and buttocks that seemed designed as grips. A soft belly that yielded when pressed, adorned with a strange pattern. And even the plump pussy lips peeking out from between firm thighs.
"Whoa..."
As he touched it here and there to get a feel for the texture, he gently pried open the tightly closed pussy, revealing the pink flesh inside. The Operator let out an involuntary gasp and softly inserted a finger.
Squelch—
The Operator was startled the moment his finger entered the hole. He hadn't expected the lube to secrete so instantly. He wasn't sure if it recognized his finger as a cock or if it was simply designed to react to any insertion, but he was highly satisfied.
'I guess a brand-new model really is different.'
The Operator teased the pussy hole with his finger until the lube overflowed and began to drip. Beyond the self-cleaning and auto-lube, he was able to experience several other impressive features.
There were simulated vaginal muscles that pulsed in sync with the movement of the inserted object, and a heating function that kept the inside at a steady, warm temperature.
'I’ve come this far... there’s no way I can’t put it in now...'
He had unpacked it just to check the item, then moved on to reading the manual, and finally ended up testing every single function by hand.
His lower half had been rock-hard for a long time. No matter how cold and rational a man might be, he couldn't just stare at a throbbing pussy dripping with wetness in this heated state like it was a mere painting of a rice cake.
Even if it wasn't a real pussy but an onahole, the result was the same. But this was... how should he put it? It was a strange object that was neither a simple onahole nor a real pussy.
'...I can't hold back!'
It was a stroke of luck for the Villain Association that the Operator had never seen or used a real onahole before. More accurately, it was lucky for the specific villain who had come up with the bizarre scheme of linking Floss’s pussy to this device.
Thanks to that, the Operator was able to thrust his cock into the onahole without realizing the truth.
"Ugh...!"
The moment he inserted his cock, the Operator was seized by a pleasure beyond his imagination. He fell head over heels for the mysterious onahole that wrapped around his dick as if it were alive, squeezing tight and radiating heat.
The interior was surprisingly deep; even when he thrust his monstrously large cock—the one he’d been teased about by friends as a kid—the device didn't break or tear. The secretion of lewd-smelling lube made the insertion itself incredibly smooth.
That wasn't all. Perhaps it had a vibration function, as not only the waist he was holding but also the legs and buttocks trembled. As if to amplify the realism, the lube didn't just coat the inside but occasionally squirted upward.
"Haa, haa...!"
All these merits combined to awaken the Operator's sadistic desires.
It felt so much like a real woman, yet it wasn't a living human body and it wouldn't break. Didn't that mean he could release his limits and thrust as hard as he wanted?
The Operator gripped the breasts attached to the onahole like shifting gears in a car, pressing from bottom to top as he moved his hips.
Squish, squelch, slap—!
Just then, on the television he had turned on—though he hadn't even realized it, so absorbed was he in exploring the onahole—a news interview featuring Magical Girl Floss began to play.
[It was nothing. This much is easy. Whenever there's a villain, I, Floss, will always come to the rescue, so please rest easy!]
[Yes, thank you. That was our interview with Magical Girl Floss.]
The next-generation popular female hero who had defeated the shadow villain, Shadow. An idol to girls, bolder and stronger than anyone, never losing even to men.
Even a woman like that was nothing more than jerk-off material to certain men.
The realization that he was using Magical Girl Floss as fantasy material while thrusting into the onahole caused the Operator's hip movements to become violently fast and rough.
Squelch, squelch, squelch, squish—!!
In an instant, a lewd imagination took over his mind. He fantasized about pinning Floss down on a bed, spreading her legs, and having savage sex with her just as he was pounding this onahole now.
However, even as the sensation of climax approached, the Operator remained completely unaware.
...That right now, he was actually thrusting into the very pussy of the Floss he was dreaming of.
*
"Hngh?!"
...What is this?
I woke up from my sleep to a creepy sensation. It felt like someone had just touched my body.
Dazed, I looked around, but all I saw was Rang-i playing by himself on the floor. It was hard to believe Rang-i had touched me, as he was quite far away, so the mystery didn't fade easily.
'Was it just my imagination...?'
But just as the sense of wrongness was fading and I was about to close my eyes again in my drowsiness, a similar phenomenon occurred. This time, it wasn't a dream I’d mistaken, nor was it a groggy misperception.
On my pride as a Magical Girl, something was definitely happening. Feeling a sense of unease, I debated whether or not to put on clothes.
Since I started living alone, I often fell asleep right after masturbating, so I frequently slept naked. Today was one of those days.
'Something’s weird.'
Someone was touching my body. When I first woke up, my stomach was being stroked, and just now, it felt like my waist was being grabbed. Furthermore, now they were outright fondling my breasts and buttocks.
"...President Shin? Is that you?"
By President Shin, I meant Shin Tae-geon. When trying to guess who could touch my body while being invisible, the first person to come to mind was naturally Shin Tae-geon, who possessed the power of invisibility.
However, no answer came. In a way, that was obvious. There was no reason for that man to suddenly use his power and sneak into my room without saying a word.
'And if it were Shin Tae-geon, he wouldn't be teasing me like this.'
Crucially, my senses were telling me that the only living beings in this house were me and Rang-i. Just because someone is an invisible man doesn't mean I can't feel them.
When I first met him, I had intentionally dulled my senses to immerse myself in and enjoy the invisible molester play, which is why I couldn't detect where he was. If I set my mind to using my sensory abilities, I can sketch out a rough outline through smell and sound even if I can't see them.
The fact that I still couldn't sense anything meant it was a different ability user, not Shin Tae-geon.
'A villain.'
If it wasn't invisibility, the remaining possibility was... a ghost?
Whether it was a ghost or remote interference, it was definitely a superpower. There was no way an ordinary person could do this. Since no hero had such an ability, I could safely assume it was a villain.
'What is this? It’s my day off, and someone prepared a reward like this...♡'
I hadn't expected it, and I didn't know who prepared this gift, but for now, I was grateful. It seemed the defeat play with Shadow hadn't fully satisfied my overflowing sexual desire, leaving me feeling a bit unfulfilled.
"Ha-ah...!"
For a while, they just poked or tapped me here and there, but now they were moving past just testing the waters and were boldly kneading my private parts.
What should I call this guy? I didn't think it was a real ghost, but for now, let's call him a ghost.
"Ghost... be gone...!"
I cried out a bit shyly, but the ghost's large, dependable hands didn't even pretend to listen, continuing their caresses. Seeing how they shamelessly touched me without a moment's hesitation, it seemed my words weren't reaching them at all.
By the way, the ghost's hand technique was... how should I put it? Quite awkward. Unskilled, even.
Judging by the size of the hands I felt whenever my breasts or buttocks were grabbed, it was almost certainly a man, but it seemed he hadn't handled women very much.
However, I could feel him improving in real-time. The ghost fellow, who had hesitated when he first touched me, was now stimulating every corner of my body as if he were molding a clay doll.
"Hngh... W-wait, you're going in that far...?!"
But wasn't the growth rate a bit too fast? My eyes flew wide when, after touching me here and there, he suddenly spread my pussy and shoved something inside.
Sex with a ghost... is this what they call a ghostly encounter? If I get pregnant with ghost semen, what happens to the baby?
Just as strange thoughts began to pop into my head one by one, I realized that what had entered wasn't a cock, but a finger. The thickness was significantly different compared to a real man's dick.
Squish...
But a finger alone was enough to make me wet. After all, wasn't this the same body that had fallen asleep exhausted after masturbating while looking at lewd comics just a few hours ago?
However, that wasn't the only reason I immediately started leaking pussy juice. Men don't seem to realize it, but a man's hand is surprisingly erotic.
Men and women are both born with two hands and ten fingers. But seeing things that women don't have—rough skin, thick and long fingers, the veins bulging on the back of the hand—makes me realize that even as fellow humans, we aren't equivalent beings, and I find myself getting freshly excited.
"Ahng... Nngh, ha-ah♡ Don't use my pussy like a teaching aid...!"
Just like when he was touching my body, his fingering technique wasn't exactly brilliant. But that clumsiness somehow felt to me like being toyed with by a pubescent boy's prank.
The way he didn't consider my delicate pussy and, completely unaware of the superiority of his 'man's fingers,' rummaged around without any restraint to explore the inside also amplified my pleasure.
By that point, I realized I was desperately craving something. I didn't know what kind of bolt from the blue this was, suddenly waking up on my day off, but once you've started, you have to see it through to the end.
"I'm sorry... but, s-stop teasing me and... give me your cock... please...♡"
A beautiful girl desperately begging for a cock in her bedroom all by herself, knowing her voice couldn't be heard. My excitement at my own appearance was short-lived as a massive object, overwriting all other pleasures, crashed into me.
"Oh, oho-ok♡♡?!"
The feeling of my pussy being filled even though it wasn't all the way in. A cock so huge that I could see my stomach bulging when it was pushed to the hilt.
As I watched my love juice spray out and soak the bedsheets, and Rang-i, driven wild by the scent, try to climb onto the bed, I could only think of one thing.
'Mr. Ghost's cock is incredible...!!♡'
Who on earth is it... that possesses such a perfect, massive cock, the ultimate counter-weapon for a masochist bitch like me...?!
Without even a moment to find an answer to my own question, the ghost's merciless piston action began.
