Chapter 125: Onahole Handjob Girl Do Min-jeong (3)
Chapter 125: Onahole Handjob Girl Do Min-jeong (3)
"……Ahem. I think I’ve cooled down now, so I’ll be going."
"What’s that supposed to mean? Then I guess I don't need to wash up either."
The Operator had been about to get up, but he sat back down, seemingly burdened by the idea of me following him. It was hot outside, but now that I was inside his air-conditioned apartment, my sweat was drying too.
And besides, is there really a need to shower?
If we were going to have actual sex, that would be one thing, but today my plan was simply to use the magic onahole to give the Operator a handjob and make him cum before making my exit. Unless we were going to be rolling around on the same bed and mixing our flesh, there didn't seem to be much point in worrying about a little sweat.
"Fine, alright. Since you said you need to kill time anyway, let's do some counseling. Tell me your worries."
"Counseling sounds great! I’ve been good at listening to my friends' problems since I was in school."
"Sigh."
The Operator’s face was still flushed from the alcohol. His eyes, unable to settle on one spot, wavered with hesitation. Expecting to hear how he would explain the 'issue' with me from his perspective, I waited, kneeling modestly.
"There’s a woman I… like? No, well… a woman I want to be with. But I ended up doing it with her by chance."
"You—you did it?"
"Yes… but, how should I put it… I wanted to do it the normal way, with mutual consent, but it happened in a very strange form… and my heart isn't at peace."
"Did you do it because you were drunk? Or was it… sleep-rape?"
"It—it wasn't anything like that!"
The Operator shook his head, his already bright red face turning even deeper crimson. It was quite fun to tease him while knowing the truth about the magic onahole.
I suppressed the urge to giggle and maintained an attentive posture, listening closely to his words. Normally, he never would have spoken about this since it was a security matter, but with the comfort of home and the 'cheat key' of intoxication, people tend to become excessively honest.
"It’s neither of those. It’s just, well… there’s this thing called a magic onahole…."
"Heeeh?"
The Operator explained the information we both already knew in as much detail as possible. Listening to it was simple enough, but it was a struggle to hold back my laughter because his face practically screamed that he thought I wouldn't understand anyway.
"Sigh, what’s the point of telling you this? You won't understand. Just ignore me. I’ll just consider this like the barber in the fairy tale, digging a hole and shouting 'The King has donkey ears' into it."
"Hey, what are you talking about! I understood everything, you know?"
"……Pardon?"
The Operator blinked in confusion. I looked him straight in the eye and spoke.
"So, you just used an onahole, but it somehow ended up being connected to another woman's pussy. Well, I wonder… can you really call that 'having sex'?"
"Your—your choice of words is a bit lewd……."
"We’re both adults, what’s the big deal? To get to the point, you just fucked an onahole. Whether you knew it was connected or not."
"If you just look at the phenomenon, I suppose so……."
"Then it’s masturbation. You silly customer, the world calls sticking your cock into an onahole 'masturbation.'"
Despite my consolation, the Operator still hesitated, unable to find peace of mind. Looking at his face, I felt a sense of frustration. Yet, seeing him worry and agonize all by himself like this, he somehow seemed a little cute.
I’ve really gone crazy. Calling him cute.
That aside, why is he making such a fuss when I… the person whose pussy actually got fucked… am perfectly fine with it?
Part of me wanted to reveal my identity and snap at him to stop blaming himself because I was fine, but our Operator is secretly quite timid; if I did that, he’d just think it was forced comfort and blame himself even more. He’d keep doing it even if I told him not to.
"Hey, customer. I have to tell you one thing."
"……Ugh?!"
As I let out a soft sigh and rubbed the bulging mound between his legs with my open palm, the Operator’s eyes widened. Regardless, I continued speaking while gently stimulating his glans through the fabric.
"You see, sticking this into a woman's hole isn't the entirety of sex, you know?"
"Th—then……?"
Using the hand that was rubbing his crotch, I grabbed his wrist and brought it close to my mouth. The Operator didn't resist, and I stuck out my tongue to lick one of his limp fingers.
"Sharing lewd kisses."
"Ngh…."
I slowly lowered his large hand and placed it on my breast.
"Kneading big tits to your heart's content."
"Ha—haah…."
I moved it even further down, wrapping it around my buttocks.
"Slapping her ass while fucking her from behind."
"Oh…."
Finally, returning to the start, I took his finger—now smelling of my saliva—into my mouth and sucked on it.
"And after a refreshing climax, having the woman take it into her mouth and clean it up for you… doing all of that is what makes it sex."
"……."
"There’s a bit more to it, but let's save that for an advanced lesson."
The Operator’s face looked like it was about to explode, but funnily enough, I felt the same way. Regardless of the reality, I felt like I had acted too much like a total slut with tons of sexual experience.
Even if it was just acting like a whore or a call girl concept, the shame I had to endure was all mine. Because my face was burning up, I had to quickly stand up and stand in front of the air conditioner to catch the breeze.
"A—anyway! Since that was masturbation and not sex, you don't need to feel guilty about 'unfairly' having sex with that lady!"
"……Is that, how it is?"
"I’m telling you, it is! You haven't even had sex with her yet. So the possibility of having that 'normal' sex you want still remains."
"……."
For a while, the Operator didn't answer. As I stood there catching the AC breeze and glanced back, I saw that his cock was so rock-hard it looked like it was about to burst through his pants.
At this point, wasn't that a signal to hurry up and give him a handjob? The Operator was wavering, and I felt the opportunity had come. It wasn't easy since this was my first time actively targeting and seducing a man, but I had to do it.
"U—um… are you okay…?"
"Uh, ah."
"No, it’s just… you’ve looked like you were struggling for a while now… so I thought I’d help."
"This is… an unavoidable physiological reaction…."
"I—I’m not saying to put it inside me! In the first place, I came here today with an order for a handjob. I just told you, didn't I? That time was masturbation, and what I’m going to do for you now is just masturbation performed by someone else."
"You received an order…?"
I nodded and replied.
"Yes! The mister who was next to you ordered it as an option… and he ordered a costume, too."
"What costume?"
I tested him by pretending not to know, but it didn't work. What happened? The Association Chairman definitely said the Operator wanted this outfit. And I even brought it despite the embarrassment.
Seriously, that Chairman old man, why did he say that……!
"I guess that old man said something."
"P—probably something like that…."
"……Go put it on."
"Pardon?"
"If you brought it, wouldn't it be better to try it on?"
I had a hunch. This was the most courage the Operator could muster to say to a woman who was sober, even with the help of alcohol. If I hesitated here, I would surely miss the chance.
"I—I’ll be right back!"
Just as I was about to head to the next room with the costume that was in the same bag as the onahole, I thought it might be better to just do it here. It felt a bit wrong to enter someone else's room without permission, and I needed to keep the Operator's cock hard.
"I thought you said you were going?"
"……I’m back."
I escaped from the tight Dongtan MILF Look, which wasn't easy to take off, and was left in my black underwear.
I could immediately feel the Operator’s shifting gaze—heading toward my breasts that bounced with every small movement, my large buttocks when I turned around to grab my clothes, and my armpits when I slightly raised my arms.
"Hng……♡"
But I wasn't just enjoying it. I quickly took out the clothes I had brought and started putting them on. As soon as I pulled them out, an exclamation escaped the Operator’s mouth involuntarily.
"Oh…."
He really is transparent. Isn't he liking this a bit too much? I smiled, holding the magical girl costume I wear during hero activities.
Even if it’s a hero costume, magical girls are a famous cliché to begin with, and similar outfits are everywhere on the market. So there was no reason for him to suspect I was Floss. Magical girls are used so often as cosplay material that people are sick of it.
Anyway, seeing how much he liked it, I realized the old man hadn't been talking total nonsense. Even if he didn't say it directly, I guess it was obvious to another man. Even though I tried to act casual, I couldn't hide my excitement.
"Ma… Magical Girl, appearing…!"
Unlike when I actually transform, my hair isn't pink but black, and it’s a simple bob instead of twin-tails. My eyes are pitch black, like a native Korean.
If I had to pick a part of me that was pink right now besides the clothes, it would only be my two cheeks. I even did a spirited magical girl appearance pose, but when the Operator just looked me up and down with an entranced face, I suddenly felt embarrassed.
"A—ahem."
I stopped the embarrassing pose and hid my arms behind my back. Doing so emphasized my chest, making it somehow even lewder. In that state, the Operator and I locked eyes, breathing heavily for a long time.
Ziiip—
Suddenly, though it wasn't really sudden, the handjob began.
Actually, I don't know who moved first. The sound of a zipper opening was heard almost simultaneously. At the same time I opened the bag containing the onahole, the Operator lowered his pants' zipper.
The Operator sat up on the living room sofa, and I quickly ran over and knelt down beneath him. I felt like my mind was being possessed by the cock bobbing seductively in front of me, like a hypnotist's pendulum.
"Huuuuh…."
With the cock right in front of my nose, I unconsciously closed my eyes and took a deep breath.
I’m glad I didn't make him shower earlier…♡
I savored the scent of a male cock steeped in sweat from not washing. And it wasn't just any cock, but a handsome dick with magnificent thickness and length like the Operator's.
Just having it bobbing in front of my eyes was a wonderful visual effect, but then I caught that thick scent of a man. This was enough to not only make me excited as a female but to make my lower half soaking wet.
"Wh—what are you doing?"
"Pardon?!"
It was a first for me to have the man be the embarrassed one because I smelled him.
Still, if the Operator hadn't stopped me just now, I might have involuntarily taken it into my lips. If I had forgotten my duty of giving a handjob and focused on a blowjob, and even received a facial, things could have gotten complicated.
I have to collect as much semen as possible in the onahole to nullify the magic.
Feeling a bit of regret, I stopped sniffing and held the onahole in my hand. It was the exact same shape the Operator knew, but since it was such a common design, he didn't suspect a thing.
"Ptooey!"
I gathered saliva in my mouth, let it drip onto his cock, and then used my hand to spread it smoothly. From the glans to the shaft, and all the way to the base. It is said that even in the murals of Goguryeo Subak-do, it is written that a female's saliva is useful as a lubricant for an onahole.
"Ngh…."
He’s feeling it already?
The Operator’s cock, having been erect while talking to me for so long, already had its sensitivity heightened to the max. Thinking that things might go quite smoothly, I felt a bit excited and shoved the onahole on.
"Ohoook…♡"
Suddenly, due to the Operator’s giant cock filling my stomach, I ended up climaxing just from the insertion.
"……A—are you okay?"
"Pardon…? Oh, it’s nothing…!"
I’ve tried all sorts of crazy play, but this was beyond my imagination. To think that while I’m giving someone else a handjob, the speed and intensity of the cock fucking my pussy changes according to the movement of my own hand.
What is this? This is really strange……♡
When I pulled the Operator’s cock out of the onahole, the cock inside me pulled out at the same time, giving me a pleasure that felt like my pussy was being dragged out. When I shoved the onahole back onto the Operator’s cock, the cock that had been pulled out entered me again, scraping against my vaginal walls.
"Ha, haah… hngh…♡"
"……Is that a service? Are you making those moans on purpose?"
"Pardon? Ye—yes… that’s right… men get excited by moans like this…♡"
My excuse seemed to work, but I was still far from normal. The feeling of giving the Operator a handjob with an onahole while another man fucked me from behind.
It felt like a 3P, being the sandwich between two men in an MMF threesome. But the truth was that the cock in the onahole in my hand and the cock fucking me from behind were the same cock belonging to the same person. It felt like I was being toyed with by the Operator’s cock using a cloning technique, which only added to the excitement.
"Huuuugh……♡"
The floor beneath my crotch was already wet with pussy juice. I had no idea how many times I would climax before the Operator even finished.
"……Um, you said your name was Min-jeong, right?"
"Ye-heees…♡"
With my head bowed, keeping only the Operator’s cock and balls in my field of vision, I panted, my entire focus on the cock fucking me from behind.
In the midst of that, when I raised my head at the sound of the Operator’s voice calling me, I trembled at a sense of intimidation I hadn't felt until a moment ago.
Because the look in the Operator’s eyes as he looked down at the female was exactly the same as the look he gave me when I was giving him a blowjob while pretending to be hypnotized.
"Hic……."
Only then did I realize. Right now, I was witnessing the process of the Operator transforming from a pure young man into a beast.
"If you’re going to do it, do it more properly."
The Operator overlapped his hand on top of mine, interlacing his fingers and gripping the onahole firmly.