Chapter 124: Onahole Handjob Girl Do Min-jeong (2)
Chapter 124: Onahole Handjob Girl Do Min-jeong (2)
The Chairman gave me a brief rundown of the operation he’d prepared based on my choice. I was flustered at first, but as I listened, I began to understand why he said I had to become a whore.
"A call girl…?"
"That’s right. The Operator is the one calling you."
The Operator didn't want to use that onahole again. But if I approached him as 'Magical Girl Floss' and told him I needed his semen to neutralize the device, how would he react?
If he’s the guy I think he is, he’d probably agree, albeit reluctantly.
If I brought it up first, he’d likely accept, thinking it couldn't be helped. Then he’d go off somewhere private, use the onahole in secret, and come back to face me with a bitter expression.
In fact, that might be the best way. It was certainly the simplest. Since the Operator wouldn't accept a handjob from me even if I offered, it would save me a lot of trouble.
But is this really the right way to go about it?
After something like that happened, the relationship between the Operator and me would never be the same. Even if I could act normally, he wouldn't be able to.
Giving a handjob with an onahole to a female friend he was planning to conquer one day with his own strength, without any outside help? That would be a humiliating situation for a man trying to stick to his principles. Besides, this wasn't just any handjob; he’d be using a replica of my pussy, so it was practically sex.
Someone might ask: you already did it once by mistake, and you did it again while drunk on lust, so what’s the harm in doing it one more time? But a choice made by mistake and a choice made while sober are two very different things.
They say third time’s the charm, but while the first and second times might be excusable, the third time is just crossing the line.
The goal was to obtain the semen of the Operator, who was recognized as the master of the magic onahole. However, the condition was that the Operator had to remain completely unaware of what was happening during the process.
To achieve both the goal and the condition, I couldn't be Floss; I had to be Do Min-jeong, an ordinary person the Operator had never met. Furthermore, since I had to take the onahole to him and provide a handjob service, the most suitable role was that of a whore.
However, from what I’d seen, the Operator didn't seem like the type to frequent brothels or hire call girls. Maybe someone like the Association Chairman would, but not a wholesome young man like the Operator.
"I won't get involved this time. Since it’s your choice, Min-jeong, I’ll just handle setting the stage."
That was where the Chairman offered a small bit of help.
His plan was to have a heavy drinking session with the Operator, who was deeply upset by recent events, and then subtly persuade him that a man needs a woman’s comfort at times like this. He’d call a call girl and then slip away.
Of course, the call girl being summoned was me. I wouldn't actually be taking money; I’d just show up at the Operator’s house pretending to be a call girl and suck the semen out of him using the magic onahole he’d discarded. That was it.
Since the Operator would be drunk, he wouldn't recognize me—condition satisfied. If I could collect enough to neutralize the onahole with his semen, the goal would be achieved. My only concern was the Operator’s Status Window ability, but for some reason, I wasn't too worried.
That guy doesn't use his Status Window on civilians.
During the Basketball Club incident, I’d almost run into him while in my civilian form, but he hadn't noticed. But that wasn't all.
Setting aside the controversy over Status Window peeping being an invasion of privacy, I’d heard that he usually restrains his power because he can't possibly read and interpret the Status Windows of every single person passing by on the street. Moreover, if he was drunk, he wouldn't have the mental energy to use it anyway.
……It should be fine.
The only downside to this method was my own shame. After all, it was my first time going to serve a man’s cock like a whore or a call girl. Even if I wasn't actually getting paid, it felt embarrassing.
But this was too important an issue to give up on just because of a little humiliation.
I had to remove this Achilles' heel, this ultimate weakness of mine—the magic onahole—beforehand. To do that, I needed the Operator’s semen. But since I couldn't just ask him directly… this was the only way left.
"I just have to head out as soon as you call, right?"
"Yes. If things don't go as planned, I’ll contact you and let you know."
"Thank you. For helping me like this……."
"Don't mention it. In a broad sense, this is part of my job too. Mediating issues between heroes."
I took the onahole from the Chairman. I’d have to bring it with me on the day of the showdown. It wasn't a particularly rare design, so even if a call girl brought an onahole like this for a handjob, there was no reason for him to be suspicious.
But then, while I’m giving him a handjob… I’ll be getting fucked at the same time.
I couldn't even imagine it. The feeling of giving a man a handjob with an onahole modeled after my own pussy, while simultaneously having that cock inside my stomach, stirring me up.
……Gulp.
This is bad. I’m starting to look forward to it.
*
Anyway, I wondered who the 'Magic Tool Maker,' the culprit behind this whole mess, actually was.
Ultimately, I was doing this because we hadn't caught the person who started it all. If we’d caught the villain we’d tentatively named the Magic Tool Maker—though we didn't know their exact powers yet—none of this would be happening.
But they were impossible to find. After all, they hadn't appeared directly to commit a crime; they’d simply brushed against my stomach, created an onahole linked to my senses, and left it in front of the Operator’s house.
There were no clues to be found. The only direct contact was that touch on my stomach, and at the time, I’d been surrounded by a massive crowd, making it impossible to count how many people I’d brushed skin with.
With this level of power, they must be an executive-level member of the Villain Association, right?
Circumstantially, it seemed certain that the Villain Association was still targeting the Operator and that I was caught in the middle. I wondered if they were one of the Association’s executives, like the Hypnotist I’d seen or the Beast Tamer I’d only heard about.
I couldn't do anything right now, but I felt the need to be extremely cautious in the future. In essence, I’d been 'defeated' by that mysterious villain, the Magic Tool Maker, and was now waiting for the call in this state.
This should be enough, right?
I spent a long time agonizing over what to wear. One way or another, I had to give off a certain vibe. When I thought of an outfit that was both elegantly alluring and overtly seductive, the only thing that came to mind was a skin-tight dress.
The so-called Dongtan MILF Look. That style. I’d subtly asked about men’s preferences as an anonymous user on the Female Hero Gallery, and after seeing them all chirp in agreement that they loved it, I made my choice.
Ding!
The Chairman had sent a photo of a few bottles of strong liquor they’d opened when they started drinking. After waiting for over an hour with no news, I was starting to get anxious when a text finally arrived.
It was a message from the Chairman telling me to come over immediately, along with a short set of instructions.
"……Is he crazy?"
I wondered what the instructions were, but they detailed what kind of outfit the Operator wanted the call girl to wear.
I couldn't quite believe it. I was flustered that the Operator would say such a thing, and I wondered if the Chairman was playing a prank on me.
Above all, I couldn't leave the house in that outfit, so I had no choice but to pack the clothes the Operator supposedly wanted in my bag and rush to the address the Chairman had sent.
"Is this the place?"
The Operator’s home was surprisingly modest. It was an ordinary apartment, not what you’d expect for an A-Rank Hero.
Of course, for a man in his 20s to own an apartment in Seoul was a great achievement, but considering his income, it could only be described as modest. Most of the heroes around me—no, even I—had bought extravagantly expensive houses.
He has a strong sense of economy… Wait, or am I just the type to blow money on luxuries…?
Amidst a flurry of self-criticism and negative thoughts, my legs moved on their own and stopped in front of the Operator’s door. I’d been flustered when another resident got on the elevator with me, but since my outfit wasn't too 'whore-ish' yet, I only got a few lecherous glances.
"Whoa! I’m telling you, she’s coming soon… I’ll stay until then…."
"No, no, you can go… That woman doesn't need to come either… I really don't need her, okay…?!"
Standing in front of the door, I could hear the noisy sounds of the Chairman and the Operator talking inside, sounding quite drunk. I didn't know those two were so close.
Knock, knock.
I was incredibly nervous, but I steeled my resolve and knocked. The boisterous atmosphere inside went quiet instantly, followed by the sound of someone walking toward the door.
Creeak—
"Ah, Chairman!"
"Shh."
The Chairman, his face flushed from the alcohol, glanced inside and gestured for me to enter quickly. Indeed, stopping to talk in the doorway to explain the situation would definitely be a bad move.
As if passing a baton, the Chairman stepped out as I entered the house. It looked like he was going to switch places with me and head home.
I thought he might at least grope my chest or something since he’s drunk, but he didn't.
I guess he’s the type who’s more of a pervert normally and becomes relatively sane when he drinks. The thought of being alone in the house with the Operator made me nervous again, and I walked hesitantly toward the living room where he was.
"Um… hello. My name is Min-jeong. It’s nice to meet you."
"……Ah, the call girl?"
"Pardon? Ah, yes! Thank you for calling me!"
As I bowed my head in greeting, I felt the onahole in my bag shift. I saw the Operator’s gaze naturally land on my cleavage before quickly darting away, but my mind was only on the onahole.
I couldn't just pull it out right away; I’d have to slowly work my way up to it. As I carefully planned my strategy, I felt a sense of depravity, as if I’d truly become a whore seducing a man.
I’m a hero, a magical girl, and here I am, cosplaying as a call girl for a colleague and begging for his cock just to get some semen in an onahole linked to my pussy…….
Before I could even enjoy this excitement, the Operator frowned and waved his hand.
"I don't need you, so please leave."
"What?"
"The Association… I mean, that old man called you on his own… hic! I never called you, so please go."
"B-but… uh… right! I-I’ve already been paid in advance… so I have to do this…."
"Ah, then just stay in the corner until the time is up. I have no intention of doing anything."
The Operator’s attitude was more resolute than I’d expected. I was a bit flustered. I thought that since he was drunk and had a desirable woman in front of him, any man would be tempted, but he was like an iron wall.
It couldn't be helped. I had to get that semen somehow. Since it had come to this, I’d go with the 'evoking pity' strategy.
"W-why are you being like this…? Am I really that bad…?"
"Geez, it’s not that…."
"I’m just not attractive to you… sob, hic… I’m going to get in so much trouble when I go back…."
"No, you are attractive! But that’s not the point…!"
"Hehe, you think I’m attractive?"
I approached the Operator like a real whore, linking my arm with his and emphasizing my large breasts. I saw his crotch bulge. His cock was as hard as steel, so it seemed he wasn't an entirely impenetrable wall after all.
"Look… I was drinking because I’m currently annoyed by woman problems. But that old man just now insisted that a woman should be forgotten with another woman and called you without my consent."
"It’s Min-jeong. My name is Min-jeong."
"……R-right, Min-jeong."
A look of reluctance appeared on his flushed face. As I clung to him and looked up at him, I could smell the strong scent of alcohol, but for some reason, I didn't dislike it.
"What happened?"
"Pardon?"
"Well, even if you don't want my services, we can at least talk. Since I’m a person… no, a woman, just like the one you’re worried about, maybe I can give you some answers?"
"……That’s."
The Operator couldn't easily refute that. Instead of answering, he tried to pull his arm away, but I gripped it tighter and practically threw myself into his arms.
Ugh… I must be crazy! I’m throwing myself at him this aggressively?!
Internally, I was screaming, asking myself a hundred times if this was okay, but since I didn't show it on the outside, it only looked like the Operator was the one being shy.
"That… I-I suppose that’s true."
"Right? Whether it’s about sex or romance, I can consult on anything!"
"What? N-no, it’s not really that, it’s more like… something between friendship and being colleagues…."
"I’m an expert in that too! Please, tell me everything!"
The Operator, not knowing what to do with my advances, groaned and suddenly stood up. His erect cock came right into view, and I swallowed hard, but he seemed so drunk that he didn't even realize his lower half was standing at full attention.
"Alright, alright… I’m going to go wash up. I’ve been sweating too much."
"Ah, wait! Then me too! I want to wash up too!"
"I said I’m going first!"
"The weather is just so hot… I was drenched in sweat on my way here. Or would you like to wash together?"
As I stood up, saying I’d wash with him, the Operator became even more flustered and slightly turned his head away as if he wouldn't look at me.
However, the direction his head moved and the direction his eyes moved were different. I could tell he was scanning me from my shoulder line to my protruding breasts, down my soft waistline, and all the way to my plump hips.
His gaze was so sticky that I felt the term 'visual rape' would be appropriate. This strange feeling of my whole body heating up as if I’d been injected with an aphrodisiac just from his gaze.
"……Sir, shall I wash you?"
In that moment, I saw it. The Operator’s hand, reaching out as if to touch my butt subconsciously.
Whether it was because he was too drunk to be in his right mind, he pulled it back immediately, but I saw it clearly with my own eyes. This might seem like nothing on its own, but it could be a significant step for the rest of the night.
"Umm…."
"If you’re really uncomfortable, then…."
The Operator was still hesitating. Now, I was starting to get anxious too, so I decided to use my finishing move.
"You can just think of me as that girl and treat me however you like♡"
With those words, the look in the Operator’s eyes transformed.