Chapter 123: Onahole Handjob Girl, Do Min-jeong (1)
Chapter 123: Onahole Handjob Girl, Do Min-jeong (1)
After finishing off the gang boss, I intended to head straight to the Hero Association. However, I couldn't quite do as I'd planned.
My clothes were torn, and my thighs were covered in pee and pussy juice, so I needed a moment to get myself together. It wouldn't be polite to meet someone looking like this, after all.
Though the one who put me in this state was the Operator.
Setting the physical sensations aside, questions still remained. Why had the Operator’s attitude changed so suddenly?
This was the same Operator who had declared he would conquer and claim me fair and square. I found it hard to believe that such a man would not only possess an item that could target my pussy remotely but also use it so aggressively.
Of course, since he thinks I heard those words while under hypnosis, I can't exactly confront him and ask, "Why are you doing this after saying that before?" If I did, I’d be admitting that I gave him a blowjob without actually being hypnotized, which would only put me at a disadvantage.
It’s also strange that he has an item that allows for remote sex.
The mysteries were piling up. It wasn't like the Operator had suddenly awakened a new power and learned a remote sex skill. That meant it was highly likely that villains were involved this time as well.
For whatever reason, they had shown interest in the Operator’s abilities. Their reason for targeting me wasn't purely because I was strong, but because I was someone connected to him.
Ultimately, this won't end until that villain is caught.
I considered the possibility that the Operator was being controlled. But since none of these questions could be answered by brooding alone, I hurried my pace toward the Hero Association.
My destination: the Operator’s workshop.
*
Am I too late?
After a quick cleanup and a change of clothes, I arrived at the Hero Association—specifically, the Operator’s workshop. However, it seemed he had already left.
Did he run away because he realized the weight of his sins? I quickly shook the thought away. The Operator is an office worker, after all; he probably just went home because his shift ended.
What do I do now?
My plan was to barge into his workshop, seize the onahole linked to my pussy, and demand to know what the hell he was thinking. Now, that plan was completely ruined.
I wanted to just smash the door down and storm in, but the Operator’s workshop wasn't an easy place to breach. Beyond the heavy guard and ironclad security, the moment a hero goes on a rampage within the Association, it’s front-page news.
Should I go find him at his house? Or just call him? As I stood there debating my options, the workshop door suddenly swung open.
"……Huh?"
The Operator should have been off the clock, so who was inside?
Excluding the possibility of a break-in, there were very few candidates. Almost no one had the authority to enter any part of the Hero Association at will, let alone the Operator’s private workshop.
"Uncle!"
The head of the Hero Association, the Association Chairman, widened his eyes upon seeing me. It was an entirely unexpected encounter for both of us. I was stunned for a moment but quickly regained my composure.
Wait, there’s a lewd smell…
It was the scent of my own love juice, the same smell I encountered every night when I masturbated before bed. And there was the distinct, fishy odor of a condom. It was coming from the mysterious box the Chairman was holding in his right hand.
"What is that?"
"Hey now, is that the first thing you say to me? No greeting?"
"Where is the Operator? And if my guess is correct, what you’re holding right now is…"
I had already figured out that the Operator was using an onahole synced to my pussy. But seeing the Association Chairman coming out of the Operator’s room after he’d gone home—and holding that very onahole—felt incredibly suspicious.
I didn't think Uncle was plotting something evil, but there were definitely questionable elements here. However, the Chairman cut off my rapid-fire questions with a single movement.
"Ah, a-ahng… we’re in the Association lobby…!"
"That’s exactly my point."
Uncle’s large hand roughly squeezed my breast. He wasn't kneading or stroking it sensually; he just gave it a hard, crushing squeeze. The pain, which felt like a form of pleasure, left me speechless.
"When you see an adult, you should greet them politely. Shouldn't you?"
"Ah, ugh… I’m sowwy…♡"
"Don't cause a scene here. Let's go somewhere quiet."
This is crazy. Truly insane. Anyone could have seen us. With my eyes trembling and unable to say a word, Uncle lightly released my breast.
"I’ll explain everything."
*
Once the door was closed, Uncle let out a long sigh. Internally, I had been bracing myself to get fucked immediately, tensing my pussy in anticipation, which only made me feel more embarrassed when nothing happened.
"Now then, tell me everything slowly. My daughter."
"D-Do I have to call you 'Dad'? This isn't the time for that kind of roleplay…"
"So you only call me 'Dad' when I’m pounding your pussy? That’s quite an interesting preference."
"I’m not an incest freak…! Fine, I’ll call you that. It’s not like it’s hard."
I pursed my lips for a moment before organizing the story and relaying it to him.
I told him about the onahole that seemed to be connected to my pussy. How the Operator had realized it and used it to torment me during my mission. And how I had come here to settle things, only to find the Operator gone and Uncle—no, Dad—standing there instead.
After hearing everything, Uncle nodded understandingly.
"It’s as you suspected. This onahole seems to be linked to your pussy."
"I knew it…"
"The structure is such that if a dick is shoved into this onahole, you feel the pleasure. If someone cums inside it, the semen teleports directly into your womb. Conversely, if you leak pussy juice, the onahole gets wet too."
"Who on earth would make something like this?"
"We don't know yet. We suspect a villain with such an ability. However, the Operator thinks it’s more likely a villain specialized in creating lewd magic items rather than someone with a direct 'onahole-pussy link' power."
My eyes sparkled the moment the Operator was mentioned. So he did know something. Then again, with his Status Window ability, no one could beat him when it came to analysis.
"To tell you what I heard from the Operator, it seems he didn't realize this onahole was connected to your pussy until today."
"That makes sense. I didn't know either… but I want to know why he didn't stop once he realized it."
"Hold your horses. Dad is talking."
"Ye-Yes… ha-ugh…♡"
Seriously, Uncle’s habit of pinching my nipples whenever I interrupt is the absolute worst…
But the effect was so undeniable that I couldn't even complain. It just showed how well he knew how to handle my body. As his thick thumb and forefinger twisted my erect, hardened nipple, my voice died down as if by magic.
"After figuring out the link, the Operator used his Status Window to analyze the item. He was researching how to solve the problem."
"Research? Can't we just destroy it?"
"Destroy it?"
"Yes. Break it, burn it, or whatever… Ah."
Mid-sentence, I realized why Uncle had such a serious expression.
"You felt the vibration and impact when the Operator was thrusting into it, right?"
"Yes…"
"You felt the heat through the condom when he was inside, right?"
"Ye-es…."
"I’m amazed at the intelligence of a daughter who suggests breaking or burning it after that. Have some concern for your womb, will you?"
"……."
Uncle muttered as he gently cupped both of my breasts. I was so ashamed of my stupid comment that I couldn't resist or even open my mouth.
"Did all the nutrients meant for your brain go to your tits instead?"
"I’m sorry… I guess I’m just an airhead…."
"They say the bigger the tits, the emptier the head. Don't worry about it. It’s a well-known fact that empty-headed sluts have the best racks."
It was frustrating to be called an empty-headed slut, but I had no comeback. I had basically suggested breaking and burning my own vagina and womb, so I deserved the mockery.
"Anyway, the Operator eventually found a solution. This onahole was essentially a 'trial product.' He said the link to your pussy would break after a few uses—specifically, after a certain amount of semen has been injected."
"Semen… Ah, so that’s why it hasn't disconnected yet."
The news that there was a way to neutralize the magic onahole was a relief. However, it was a bit disappointing that it was triggered by the amount of semen rather than just the number of thrusts.
If the condition for neutralization had been the squelching of a dick, this onahole would have lost its effect long ago. I had been pounded more than enough during the mission.
But even though I was pounded, he hadn't finished inside. Even if the workshop was a private space, he was probably worried that someone like the Association Chairman could walk in. If semen had splattered or leaked and he’d been caught masturbating during duty, he probably would have wanted to die of embarrassment.
"Given that this bizarre magic uses semen as an energy source, the Operator concluded that the person who sent this is a villain with the ability to craft magic tools with malicious intent."
"I-I see……."
"So?"
"Pardon?"
"What are you going to do? If it makes you feel better for us to keep it, we’ll do that."
I thought about it for a moment but quickly came to a conclusion. Leaving this onahole as it was felt too risky.
I wasn't worried about the Operator using it again; rather, I was bothered by the fact that this onahole could be used as my Achilles' heel, as I’d just learned.
Even if the possibility was low, if the villains somehow got their hands on this onahole and broke or burned it, wouldn't I—one of the Hero Association’s strongest assets—be completely incapacitated?
I could end up permanently crippled, so I have to decide carefully.
I just had to endure it a few more times. I didn't know how much that "certain amount" of semen was, but the Operator tended to have a large volume. If things went well, maybe two… no, maybe even just one load would break the link.
"It feels gross to leave the effect active like this. Dad, I think it’s better to give it back to the Operator."
"You’re giving your pussy to the Operator?"
"T-That’s not what I meant… Tell him to use it once or twice when the situation is right, but he has to let me know beforehand. And without a condom. That’s how the link on the onahole breaks, right?"
The sensation of remote sex was strange, but it wasn't unbearable.
Maybe it was because it didn't feel like I was actually having sex with the Operator himself, but the burden felt lighter. The part where he spanked my ass while thrusting his dick deep inside was the same, but everything else was different.
I couldn't hear the insults whispered in a low voice. I couldn't smell the scent of a man’s sweat.
These things reduced the pressure, but they also took away from the subtle sense of satisfaction.
"I’m sorry, Floss. I already asked, but the Operator said he won't do it."
"……What does that mean? He was happily pounding away just a moment ago."
"He probably did it without thinking when he didn't know, but now that he does, he won't."
"I’m not trying to nitpick… but Dad, I think he knew halfway through…?"
The Association Chairman nodded as if he understood both my point and the Operator’s perspective.
"Sometimes men get swept away by their sexual desires and do things they regret afterward. They get tempted by the lust of the moment and do things they wouldn't normally want to do. That’s likely what happened with the Operator this time."
"Hmm, I guess I get it… It’s not like I don't understand male libido…."
"I’m glad you understand. I suppose a woman who used to be a man understands men best. From what I saw, it didn't look like the Operator was making excuses or lying."
I nodded as well. I had been wondering why the Operator had acted so differently from his usual principles today, and hearing this felt like a refreshing answer.
I saw Uncle in a slightly different light, too. For a while, I’d thought of him as just a perverted breeding-obsessed middle-aged man who used his massive dick to fuck female heroes, but seeing him smoothly resolve the conflict between the Operator and me made me genuinely impressed.
I guess he really is the Hero Association Chairman. He felt like a true leader, making me look up to him.
"Thanks, Dad. I almost misunderstood the Operator."
"So, unfortunately, it doesn't look like the Operator will be using this onahole himself."
I gave a bitter smile. It was a shame, but what could I do? I’d just have to ask the Hero Association to guard it as strictly as possible.
"I guess I’m entrusting my pussy to you, Dad."
……Ah, saying it out loud made me realize I couldn't stand the anxiety. I had to solve this myself somehow.
I was debating whether it would be faster to find the villain who sent the onahole starting tomorrow, or to just steal the tissues the Operator used to jerk off, when—
Thud.
Uncle placed his thick hands on both of my shoulders.
"Floss."
"Yes? What’s with the sudden serious atmosphere?"
"Actually, there is one method I haven't mentioned."
I felt like something massive was about to drop. I swallowed hard. As the pressure from Uncle’s hands increased, almost forcing me to my knees, I finally spoke.
"……Don't try to make me kneel."
"Can't I just blow one load? I miss your mouth-pussy, you know?"
"You’re unbelievable. I was just impressed with you, and now you’ve ruined it."
"I told you. Men get swept away by their lust sometimes."
I sighed and tucked my hair behind my ear.
"I’ll do whatever you want next time. I’m not in the mood to suck dick right now."
"My daughter is so cold… You’ll be getting married off at this rate…."
"Stop acting like a real dad… F-Fine! Just tell me that secret method!"
Ahem. Uncle stopped faking his tears and cleared his throat.
"A handjob."
"……?"
"Not Floss, but Do Min-jeong will use the onahole to give him a handjob and extract the semen."
Uncle handed me the box containing the onahole and spoke.
"For just one day, become the Operator’s personal whore."