Chapter 126: Onahole Handjob Girl Do Min-jeong (4)
Chapter 126: Onahole Handjob Girl Do Min-jeong (4)
Looking at the Operator, a certain character suddenly came to mind.
A werewolf. A race that appears commonly in almost any fantasy work.
Since this was a world with magical girls and monsters, a real werewolf might exist somewhere, but I wasn't saying the Operator was actually one.
It was just... how should I put it? The vibe was similar.
‘I finally see why girls like werewolves so much...’
Was it the "gap moe"? Or that "meek by day, beast by night" charm? The way a seemingly gentle human transforms into a wild beast, losing their reason and becoming ferocious to the point of being unable to speak properly, seemed to trigger the romantic fantasies of many girls.
It was a bit embarrassing to call myself a "girl," but I felt like I was hooked on it too. In the way the Operator—who was usually quite innocent and shy despite his massive frame—suddenly became blinded by lust and transformed, I saw a werewolf.
‘It was like that last time, too.’
The way he hammered into me more and more violently during the mission wasn't because he was trying to tease me or play a trick; it was simply his nature. Once he gained momentum and hit his stride, his erupting lust was unstoppable. I just happened to be the target of that eruption.
And I had accepted his desires completely. Both last time and this time. Of course, that didn't mean I was his cum bucket.
If anything, I was the one who had plotted to squeeze the semen out of him.
"Stroke it properly."
"H-hyut...♡"
But looking at me now, no one would ever think I was the one who came here to milk the Operator.
My hand gripped the onahole linked to my pussy, struggling to give him a handjob. The Operator’s large hand was layered over mine. In reality, I was being controlled by his hand, giving him a handjob exactly the way he wanted.
‘No, this isn't even a handjob anymore...!’
The Operator was simply using my hand as an extension of the onahole. Not satisfied with an onahole that felt exactly like my pussy, he intended to use my soft, warm hand as a tissue to wipe away his sperm.
Squelch, squelch, squelch...!
Soon, lewd sounds echoed from the onahole as the Operator’s massive cock crushed and mixed his pre-cum with the pussy juice I had sprayed. To an outsider, it sounded loud enough to suggest he’d poured in a ton of love gel.
‘Wait, wait, waaaait...! That’s cheating...!’
The Operator was so big that he could have just relied on his sheer size, but he also had a perfectly curved, handsome dick that was specialized for hitting weak spots.
Every time he thrust deep, every single vaginal fold clung to his cock as if acting coy, refusing to let go. Each time that happened, I was overcome with a blissful sense of fullness in my womb. It couldn't be helped that my pussy turned into a soggy mess, soaking my crotch completely.
"Nng, ohh...♡"
"What’s this? It’s getting soaking wet the more I thrust."
The Operator, drunk and looking bewildered, tilted his head.
"Is an automatic love gel secretion system a standard option for onaholes these days...?"
No. It’s not that. It’s because this isn't an onahole; it’s a real, living woman’s pussy. It’s because this is a hole that could get pregnant if you accidentally blast your sperm into it.
It’s not a cock case. It’s not a toy you can play with however you want. It’s a baby factory performing the sacred duty of procreation for the sake of the life only a female can conceive.
However, it was also true that for some, a woman’s most precious part could be treated as nothing more than an onahole—a tool used to satisfy lust and empty one's balls without a shred of emotional connection.
"Ugh... I like this onahole..."
"......Does it feel good?"
That was exactly what the Operator was doing right now. Though he said it out of ignorance, mistaking my real pussy for an onahole, the fact remained that he was sincerely treating my precious part as a mere toy.
"It’s not bad. At least it’s easier than stroking it myself."
The Operator increased the tempo of his thrusts into the onahole as if he were about to ejaculate at any moment. It had started as a handjob I was giving him with the onahole, but the initiative had long since shifted.
The Operator held the reins of this sexual act so tightly that it was hard to even call it a handjob anymore. From my perspective, this wasn't a handjob. It was nothing more than a masturbation session where he treated not just the onahole, but even my hand as a mere tool—an adult toy to be pounded without love.
"Ha-hyut...♡ Nng, hu-ut...!"
Meanwhile, my pussy was reaching climax after climax. I was moved by the Operator’s varied patterns—he didn't just thrust blindly, but stirred his cock in circles inside as if savoring every inch of my pussy.
‘No... I’m falling for this handsome giant cock with my pussy...♡ We’re just friends, I only came here because I needed his semen...!’
I felt like I was going to go over the edge again. I had already secretly climaxed several times, my waist twitching as I sprayed gushes of pussy juice, but it seemed my pussy never grew tired of being dominated by a cock.
But this time, I wasn't going to finish just from the thrusting.
My hand was gripping the onahole with the Operator’s cock inside. Despite the barrier of the onahole, I could feel the general texture and the subtle heat. More than anything, I loved feeling the outline of his erect cock through my hand—erect with such majesty and momentum that it felt like it could pierce a hole in the sky and fuck it into pregnancy.
But I couldn't finish from that alone. No matter how much of a loser pussy I was, I didn't have a pussy on my hand. I wasn't smelling the cock, and finishing just by touching it through the barrier of an onahole would mean I’d failed as a human and as a woman.
Squelch—♡
However, if I finished with my pussy, I was just a normal, healthy adult woman.
That was the key. The onahole pussy where the Operator’s cock was buried. Although he was too focused on the onahole in my hand to hear it, faint, lewd sounds were echoing from my lower abdomen as well.
Feeling it while touching his cock. And finishing while being pounded by the very cock I was holding. I squeezed my eyes shut, my heart racing as I waited for the spectacular climax that was fast approaching.
"Uguu-uk♡ Hyut... the speed, it’s going up...♡"
"I’m cumming... Dammit! Floss, you’re always tempting me with that unnecessarily sexy body...!"
"O-oh...?!"
Even as I was being pounded by the Operator through the linked onahole pussy, I listened intently to his words. My heart nearly stopped the moment my name, Floss, came out of his mouth.
"Giving it to every other guy out there, you fucking bitch...!!"
His dirty talk is so cool... No, wait, how does he know I’ve been "giving it" to others?!
"Only with me... Dammit! I want to do it too...!"
You idiot... you’re pounding my pussy right now...! I’m getting my pussy slapped by your cock this very second...!
A total lack of communication. Even though we were in the same space, we couldn't have an honest conversation. I felt frustrated, yet the disparity between this male and female who couldn't reach each other made me so horny my pussy was drenched.
Acting like a whore in front of a man who wants to devour me, letting him have his way while pretending I’m not, and then savoring the man’s reaction afterward.
Stating it like that made me sound like a malicious, trashy woman, but I was simply after the Operator’s semen, which was necessary to deactivate the magic tool. The "whore" act was the old man’s idea. I couldn't exactly tell him, "Yeah, you’re right, I am Floss," in this situation.
"I’m cumming in Floss’s pussy...! Into that soft, tight magical girl pussy, all of it...!!"
The Operator had already entered werewolf mode, howling as he was completely blinded by lust.
Whether it was because I was wearing a magical girl cosplay or because he simply wanted to devour my pussy that badly, hearing him call my name while pounding the onahole was incredibly erotic—beyond anything I could have imagined.
"Nng...! Give it all to me...! Customer... no, Master...! Please fill Magical Girl Floss’s pussy to the brim...!!"
Somehow, I found myself playing along with his roleplay. To hide my identity as a magical girl, I had approached him pretending to be an ordinary call girl, and now, to make the man ejaculate, I was pretending to be a whore pretending to be a magical girl.
‘Finish inside this pussy that’s a magical girl pretending to be a whore pretending to be a magical girl♡’
An ejaculation spell whispered in my heart. At the same time, I whispered lewd sound effects into the Operator’s ear, like "Splurt, splurt~♡ Squirt, squirt♡"
And all the while, I never stopped stimulating the Operator’s cock, moving the onahole in sync with my hand.
......For a man, it was an environment where it was impossible not to blow his load.
"K-kwaaaaagh...!"
A cool stream of semen erupted. Some losers might have mistaken the sheer force of it for urine, but I instinctively knew it was semen.
This sticky texture. This warm temperature full of masculine energy. The erotic sensation of hundreds of millions of sperm wriggling, desperate to unite with my egg and create life.
‘Only semen feels like this...♡’
The Operator poured his semen into me with an intense impact, like water blasting from a hose. The amount was by no means small; it was enough to fill my narrow womb to the point of overflowing, and then fill my entire vaginal canal as well.
"Hehe, hehehet......."
I savored the bliss of the creampie for a moment.
Because a man desired my body so intensely that he was willing to risk the possibility of making me a wife and a mother, a creampie is the greatest honor for a female.
But I soon realized this wasn't a normal creampie.
The Operator hadn't ejaculated while pressing his glans against my cervix as if kissing it. He had dumped it all in because he thought it was an onahole that could never get pregnant. There was no room for the true bliss of a creampie.
Even though it wasn't my period, my mood swung from high to low in an instant. On the bright side, that meant it could easily go back up again.
"Slurp...♡"
Sure enough, I recharged my happiness by taking the Operator’s cock out of the onahole and licking his glans.
"......Wasn't the onahole handjob play the only thing paid for?"
"Think of this, slurp...♡ as a kind of service, chu-pa...♡"
"Not bad."
The Operator looked down at me as I diligently sucked his cock, tapping the top of my head with his finger. Every time he did, my pussy—which apparently had no cooldown on climaxes—got wet again, and I forced myself to think about the magic onahole.
‘Now... the magic is broken, right?’
The ominous, subtle sensation created by the villain specialized in magic tools had vanished. Just in case, I tapped the pussy part of the onahole, but my body felt nothing.
They were completely separated. I rejoiced that the onahole sync had finally been deactivated. My body even trembled with a thrill of relief.
‘The mission is a success!!’
Since realizing my masochistic tendencies, how many times had things actually gone this smoothly? Usually, I’d try to just enjoy my fetishes, but something would go wrong, leading to a surprise defeat and a "bitch declaration."
Compared to those, this result was perfection itself. I’d enjoyed myself enough, and I’d faithfully carried out the plan to achieve the desired result.
Like when a real younger brother showed up instead of a doppelganger during a concept incest play. Or when I found out the top donor of my R-19 stream was the man who took my virginity. Or when a male friend barged in while I was trying to do a fake hypnosis play with a hypnotist, forcing me to suck his cock.
I’m so glad there were no sudden developments like that. Truly glad.
"Min-jeong, was it? Surely you don't think we're finished here?"
"Eh?"
"You're a whore anyway, right? I'll pay whatever it takes."
......I should have realized sooner that those thoughts were a total flag.
The Operator lunged at me without warning. Forget post-nut clarity; he looked like a beast, his eyes gleaming with lust as he charged at me.
"W-what...! You just came, how is it hard again already...!"
"Ah, this?"
The Operator tilted his head, shaking his cock, which was as lively as if it had never died down.
His full erection was not a bit inferior to how it was before he ejaculated. It looked as if it would stay erect like an evergreen pine tree, boasting its large and hard majesty forever.
But this makes no sense. Men aren't supposed to be like this, are they?
If every man could get an erection without a cooldown and spam thick, rich semen, every woman in the world would end up as human livestock—perpetually pregnant, spraying breast milk, and doing nothing but birthing and raising babies.
"It’s been like this for a while now. I don't really know why."
The reason didn't matter. The only thing that mattered was that the thing in front of me was a fully charged cock, back in peak condition. A cock that could wreck my pussy at any moment.
"E-ekyaak?!"
The Operator pinned me down and started stripping off my clothes. My magical girl outfit, and even my underwear. I didn't know what kind of twisted mind makes a man tell me to wear something only to rip it off, but it was definitely wicked.
"......Wait a minute."
"Hyut, hyu-ut?!"
"What’s this in your pussy?"
The Operator moved behind me. He forced my legs apart and peered intently at my naturally gaping pussy. Specifically, at the semen that was dripping and overflowing from the pussy that had just been pounded to death.
"......Wow."
"D-don't look... it’s embarrassing...♡"
"I guess you really are a whore. Did you get creampied by another guy before coming to my place?"
That’s ridiculous. Is he actually insane? I wailed internally, cursing him out.
‘That’s YOUR cum, you idiot...!!’