Chapter 119: Sensory Sync Magical Girl Onahole (3)
Chapter 119: Sensory Sync Magical Girl Onahole (3)
Schlop— Squelch—
The unmistakable sounds of sex filled the house where I was supposed to be alone.
The sound of love juice, pre-cum, and sweat mixing and soaking into skin. The wet slapping of flesh hitting flesh. And, of course, my own shallow, vulgar whimpers as I panted like a bitch in heat.
If there was one thing missing, it was the rough breathing of a man. Or perhaps the dirty insults like 'fuck' or 'slut' that a man might spit out in the heat of the moment while pounding away.
Personally, I quite liked hearing those low-class insults; they made me feel purely humiliated and excited, giving me the sensation that the man devouring my body was slowly turning from a human into a beast. It was a bit of a shame I couldn't hear that right now.
‘By the way, this is definitely not a ghost...♡’
I still had no idea who this man was. However, judging by the sound effects of this mating—the wet squelching of skin on skin—I could tell that the man ravaging my pussy was no ghost.
How could a ghost slam his hips into me hard enough to crush my butt cheeks? I’d never heard an occult ghost story where a formless spirit could crush someone's ass with its dick.
‘And there’s no way a ghost would spray pre-cum or semen.’
My vagina was already soaked with pre-cum, though the semen hadn't come yet. It felt like he was going to ejaculate any moment, though.
"Nng, ah...♡ Nooo, don't cum yet...♡"
I muttered in a voice the ghost couldn't hear, my legs trembling as I lay spread-eagled on the bed like a frog. I struggled to keep my pussy loose, trying to stop it from instinctively tightening to give the dick pleasure.
‘I really shouldn't be doing this. I should be serving a handsome, well-endowed man like this with all my heart...♡’
If a physical man were pounding me right now, we could have communicated like that, but unfortunately, two-way communication was impossible in this situation. This was my only choice.
It was such a waste. This mysterious man... no, this mysterious dick. Just like the protagonist of a martial arts novel who never lets a 'fated encounter' slip away, I didn't want to let this fated dick go after just one creampie.
‘It’s not just me; anyone would feel this way.’
I wanted to kneel and look up at him while sucking his dick. I wanted to slide it between my breasts and rub it to make him feel good. After sex, I wanted him to stroke my hair while I gave him a thorough cleanup blowjob. I wanted to be fucked in my anal pussy, which felt just as good as my front one.
‘If you’re a woman—no, a female—it’s only a natural desire!’
I had started to say 'woman' but immediately corrected myself when my conscience pricked me. Regardless, that was how I felt.
Still, I felt a twinge of guilt for intentionally loosening my grip. It was like a child throwing a tantrum to stay longer at an amusement park because they had a one-day pass and might never come back.
Just as I was about to suppress the greed dominating my heart and revive the spirit of service I’d learned from the Uncle a few days ago—
Lick—
"O-ohoook♡ Rang-i, what do you think you're doing...!"
I didn't even have to try. I was going to tighten up on my own. But the moment Rang-i jumped onto the bed and swiped his large tongue across my pussy, which was soaked in juices and sweat, I reflexively squeezed with all my might.
Of course, 'all my might' was just the cute behavior of a bitch begging for a creampie, but it bruised my pride to think I was pushed into it by Rang-i's interference rather than doing it myself.
"A-ahhh♡ Rang-i, Big Sister is... with a man... hng♡ having sex right now...!! Come back... later, come back later...!!"
"Woof?"
Naturally, there was no way Rang-i could understand. Even if he was a high-intelligence monster, he was still a wolf at heart. No, even if he did understand the word 'sex,' he wouldn't be able to grasp it just by looking.
I wasn't using a dildo, nor was I using a vibrator. And obviously, there wasn't a man in sight. He had to be wondering what kind of man I was supposedly having sex with.
The only reason Rang-i could lick my pussy was because there was no physical man there. If a large man had been on top of me, blocking my lower body with his own, Rang-i wouldn't have been able to do anything.
Lick, lick, lick—
"Hng... hah, no...! I said I wanted to enjoy this more...! If you keep licking my pussy, it'll end too fast... oh?! Wa-wait♡"
This was dangerous. This was really dangerous. Having one pussy being fucked and licked at the same time was a lethal sensation.
"Shoo, shoo...! Oh...! My pussy is cumming...♡"
I finally managed to wave Rang-i away, but I couldn't drive out the ghost's dick, which was relentlessly thrusting into my slippery pussy. Not that I had any intention of driving it out. It felt like he was pistoning like a madman, driven solely by the thought of drowning my womb in semen.
"Oh... ngh...♡ Haaa...! I came♡ I already came♡ but again, agaiiiin... ohh♡"
These were real moans, let out without any intent to act cute for a man. I didn't need to hold back or cry out prettily for fear of him disliking it. I was undoubtedly being fucked by a dick, but there was no man in the room with me.
If this ghost—who wasn't really a ghost—could hear all the sounds I was making, it would be incredibly embarrassing, but with my brain capacity diminished by the sex, I judged the possibility to be low.
"I-I don't know who you are... but ahh♡ please, inside, squirt, squirt...♡"
If someone was actually seeing and hearing all of this, it would be a total disaster.
Vulgar lines that should never be said to a stranger. A lewd expression that should never be shown to a stranger. A magical girl's pussy that should never be offered to a stranger.
I was betraying every principle, caught in the act of begging for a stranger's dick.
"Please cum in Floss's... no, in Min-jeong's pussy...♡"
Was it just a coincidence? He shouldn't have been able to hear my voice, but the moment I pitifully begged for him to ejaculate, the dick inside me swelled and began to spray semen.
Splurt, splu-u-urt, squelch—!
"Nng, ngh...♡"
I took in the endless stream of semen, drooling as I let out an obscene moan. Placing my hands on my chest and spreading my legs to act as a semen receptacle and a cum bucket gave me a sense of depravity beyond my imagination.
Whether he had been saving up his semen for a long time or just had incredible stamina, the semen filled my womb and vagina to the brim, overflowing and pooling on the bed beneath my hips.
Pop!
The fated dick was pulled out, and even as it vanished into thin air, I lay there in that same position, my body twitching and trembling. My pussy intermittently squirted out a mix of juices and semen.
‘Is it over? Did he leave...?’
I breathed feverishly and tried to sense my surroundings, but I felt nothing. Aside from the jelly-like semen still oozing from my pussy, the ghost had left without a trace.
‘Who on earth... was that...?’
Looking at the bedsheets I’d ruined with my juices the moment I woke up—and the thick, viscous semen sitting on top like a topping—I felt strange.
It wasn't just a 'grope and run'; I’d been 'creampied and ditched.' I’d often said I wanted to be used like an onahole, but wasn't this exactly that? He used my pussy like an onahole and just left.
"Slime... no, wait."
Normally, I would have immediately summoned a slime to clean up the semen on the bed and inside my pussy, but I found myself getting curious.
I couldn't resist my inquisitive nature. Without anyone telling me to, I shifted my position and got down on all fours like a dog on the bed. Then, I brought my nose close to the small puddle of semen that had leaked out of my pussy.
Sniff, sniff.
It was that same fishy smell as always. Somehow, it stimulated my womb, as if commanding me to ovulate. I could almost hear the roar of the sperm, desperate to enter me, ravish my eggs, and get me pregnant.
"U-umm..."
Even though I knew no one was watching, I glanced around shyly before sticking out my tongue. It wasn't because I was some pervert who enjoyed the taste of male sperm or eating semen.
‘I can’t tell just by the smell, but maybe I’ll learn something if I taste it?’
Lick, lick...
Like a puppy, or a cat lapping at a saucer of milk, I tasted the semen while on all fours, closing my eyes to savor the flavor. I even licked my lips regretfully after swallowing.
‘I feel like... I might know... but maybe not...’
Unfortunately, it was impossible to identify the ghost just by the taste of his semen. I could tell he was Asian, tall, and had a large, muscular build, but anything beyond that was difficult.
...Actually, there was one more thing I discovered.
‘This... feels strangely familiar.’
I didn't get it when I first tasted it, but I felt a sense of déjà vu when it hit the back of my throat. That specific stickiness and fishiness clinging to my throat felt familiar.
Hmm.
This would narrow down the suspect list quite a bit, wouldn't it?
*
"Oh, Operator!"
"Good to see you, Floss."
The Operator waved to Floss as she ran toward him from a distance, her breasts bouncing wildly.
‘I hit the jackpot.’
It was embarrassing to look at, and he wanted to tell her to stop running like that, but he hesitated, fearing it would be overstepping since they weren't lovers or anything. In truth, he was secretly attracted to that body, which seemed to seduce men unintentionally, unaware of its own obscenity.
‘No, maybe she’s doing it on purpose.’
Was it really unintentional? There was no way to know. Though he shouldn't have, the Operator would pull up Floss's Ero Status whenever he had a spare moment.
‘Her sex count went up again. And a creampie, no less. Who did she do it with this time...? Doesn't she worry about getting pregnant?’
Completely unaware that he was the one who had added that '1' to the count, the Operator let out a sigh.
Setting that aside, looking at her Ero Status alone, Floss was the definition of a lewd woman. Her status window, which had been clean at first, was now cluttered with all sorts of filthy, obscene records and achievements.
Of course, the Operator still admired and respected Floss as a hero. In the past, he’d even felt guilty for viewing her as a sexual object. Now, however, he frequently used her as masturbation material, rationalizing it by telling himself that Floss was a lewd woman anyway.
While the fact that Floss's Ero Status never stopped developing was one reason, the decisive turning point in his attitude toward her was the day she gave him a blowjob at the Hero Academy.
From that moment on, the Operator's desire to possess Floss began to overpower his reason.
However, the Operator never used that to blackmail her or force himself on her. It meant his principles and values were still holding firm.
...Though no one knew how long that would last.
"We're collaborating today, right? It feels like it's been a while!"
"Mm, I suppose so. It's the first time since that explosive recovery mission at the container terminal."
"It doesn't look too difficult, so let's finish it quickly. I love it when the government gives us easy missions."
Floss offered a handshake with a bright smile. The Operator took her hand and shook it, maintaining a stiff, emotionless expression.
‘...I want to shove my dick into that chattering mouth and ravish her. I want to creampie her until her belly bulges.’
He couldn't help the lust awakening deep in his heart the more he looked at Floss. Having used her as masturbation material so often, it had become impossible for the Operator to look at her without desire.
"Yeah! Let's do our best, friend!"
Floss radiated positive energy like a true magical girl, practically sparkling. The Operator felt conflicted by the ambivalent emotions he felt while looking at her.
She was still his friend, his colleague, and a hero he respected.
At the same time, he wanted to make her his personal onahole and fuck her.
He wanted her to always sparkle at the highest point in the world, to be a being who could do anything and live as she pleased.
On the other hand, he wanted her to become a submissive female who knew nothing but kneeling at a male's feet and serving his dick.
‘I don’t know.’
Even if Floss was a turn-on, he had to do what needed to be done. Work was work.
And as any man knows, it's common practice to lower one's libido through masturbation before something important.
‘If I can just get to post-nut clarity before the joint operation with Floss starts, I’ll be a bit better.’
The Operator thought of the onahole he kept in his private room. An SSS-rank onahole equipped with both automatic semen cleaning and automatic love gel secretion functions.