Chapter 34: The Onahole Manager of a Certain Basketball Club (5)
Chapter 34: The Onahole Manager of a Certain Basketball Club (5)
"What? Sis, you're just getting back?"
It was late at night by the time I finally made it home. Michael had stubbornly insisted on pounding me all night long, but I managed to escape by acting cute and wheedling him, promising he could have me every day from now on. The other two seniors, who couldn't keep up with Michael's stamina, helped convince him too.
"I seriously thought I was going to die..."
"...Huh? Did something exhausting happen today? You're supposed to be taking a break from Hero work."
"School isn't exactly easy, you know."
I trudged into my room, comforted by my brother's concern. Aside from the sex, one of the things that definitely improved after becoming a woman was this: my brother's attitude toward me had become much gentler than before.
"Min-jae... I have a favor to ask..."
"U-Uh, yeah?"
"Could you go out and buy me some ice cream? Please?"
"Ice cream? At this hour? Why didn't you buy some on your way in?"
"My legs feel like they're going to give out... and I'm crashing from low blood sugar..."
Even in my exhausted state, I clung to my brother's arm and begged for ice cream. It was something I never would have done before, but perhaps it was because of all the training I'd received today. The skill of looking up, making eye contact, and acting cute to get what I wanted came out naturally.
"I'm not usually mean to you... Let me use my little brother for once like everyone else does, okay?"
"Geez, fine... I'll get a Twin Pop, so deal with it."
"Mmm, sounds good. Vanilla flavor, if you can."
"Chocolate is the standard, what are you talking about?"
Even though he said that, I knew he'd bring back vanilla, so I gave him a little wink and scurried into my room. My comment about my legs feeling like jelly was 100% the truth.
"Haaaah..."
My pussy was still tingling. Just how hard did he ram that massive thing into me? Lying on the bed and thinking about being gangbanged today, my pussy—already as wet as the Han River—began to soak through again.
"...Now's not the time for this."
I opened a small container and took out the slime wriggling inside. It was to clean up the semen Michael had dumped inside my womb as carelessly as if he were using an onahole. I had rushed home partly because the longer it stayed inside, the higher the chance of pregnancy.
"Uut... ♡"
I inserted the slime and felt it absorb the semen sloshing in my uterus. It was a bizarre sensation. Though a bit strange, having the slime squirm around inside to clean me out was a hundred, a thousand times safer and more convenient than trying to scrape it out myself.
While that was happening, I suddenly sat up. Setting aside the fact that my life as a basketball club member—or rather, the basketball club's onahole manager—started tomorrow, there was something I needed to look into urgently.
— Ringing...
I opened my contacts, which finally had enough names to require scrolling thanks to my college friends, and called someone. After a few rings, the person who picked up was none other than the Operator.
[What is it at this hour?]
Hearing the Operator's voice on the other end, I felt a bit sheepish. It was past 11 PM, almost midnight. By any standard, it wasn't the time to be calling a colleague. I couldn't complain even if he found it unpleasant.
"I called because I had something to ask... S-Sorry. It's too late, isn't it? Should I call back later?"
[No. I just got back from Hawaii not long ago, so I'm still adjusting to the jet lag. It's early morning there, so I'm actually wide awake.]
"Oh, you said you were going on a trip. I heard. Was it fun?"
[It wasn't so much for 'fun' as it was for some solo relaxation and... personal business. I posted some photos on Instagram, so check them out when you have time.]
So he does Instagram. But before that... I had confidently told the Association Chairman that the Operator was definitely going to Hawaii with a girlfriend, but he really went alone. That was a bit unexpected.
[Anyway, why did you call?]
"Oh, right. Out of everyone I know, you're the most sensitive to information. So I wanted to ask something. Do you know anything about illegal drugs?"
[Illegal drugs? You don't mean narcotics, but those pseudo-superpower drugs that have been trending lately?]
"Yeah, yeah! Exactly! Like a list of people using them, or the sellers..."
I was worried he might not have info since he'd been away, but as expected, the Operator knew everything. Before being an onahole manager, I intended to be a hero and catch the forces distributing illegal drugs.
[I was actually investigating that recently. You've heard of Shinhwa Pharmaceutical, right?]
"...Of course I have."
The male lead of my first defeat play, the invisible man Shin Tae-geon. He was the CEO of Shinhwa Pharmaceutical, a subsidiary of the Shinhwa Group, and the son of the Shinhwa Group Chairman—one of Korea's top chaebols.
One way or another, I didn't have the best history with that place. How was I supposed to know the invisible groper I caught after enjoying a defeat play would be such a big shot? I was the one who diligently caught a villain, yet I was the one who ended up on Shinhwa Group's bad side.
[It seems a researcher who held a fairly important position at Shinhwa Pharmaceutical resigned and made off with various samples. A large quantity of unreleased, unfinished drugs was leaked.]
"W-Wow..."
[From what I've heard, many of them have high potential for abuse. Drugs that grant random superpowers, drugs that induce monster frenzy, drugs that increase sexual sensitivity...]
"...S-Sexual sensitivity?"
My ears perked up at the mention of something so intriguing, and I heard a sigh from the other end of the phone.
[Why are you showing interest in the most trivial one?]
"..."
[Anyway, even if it weren't for me, the higher-ups are also paying attention to this issue. If drugs with severe side effects start circulating actively in the underworld, it'll be hard to suppress them even with tax money, and above all, Shinhwa Group will be in a bind.]
I let out a groan and sank into thought. I thought it would be a simple matter, but it was more deeply entangled than I expected.
'What should I do?'
Catching Michael alone wouldn't solve the problem. Michael was just one piece of fruit hanging from the massive tree that was this Shinhwa Pharmaceutical drug leak.
"Then catching that former researcher should be the priority. He's probably the one distributing the drugs."
[The problem is that his whereabouts are unknown. So I'm planning to approach it from the opposite direction. If we catch the guys who buy the drugs and act out without knowing any better, we'll eventually reach the core.]
Harvesting the fruit from the branches one by one to reach the trunk and then the roots. For now, that was the only way. It would be easier to catch guys like Michael, who were running wild with their new pseudo-superpowers, than to blindly search for the researcher.
[So, I plan to start searching for suspects presumed to have taken the drugs soon. Reports have already come in from Seoul Grand Park, Busan Station, Songdo New City, the vicinity of Eunryeong University... and several other places.]
"Pffft—?!"
[W-What was that? Are you okay?]
As the Operator's explanation went on, I had been taking a sip of bottled water, only to be shocked when the name of my university came up.
Don't tell me Michael's location has already been pinned down? Then those bastards, without even knowing they're being tracked right now, were trying to turn another female member into an onahole today?
"U-Uh... Eunryeong University?"
[Yes. Why?]
"O-Oh, nothing, I just have an acquaintance who goes there. I-I'm worried. But you can't tell me who the targets are, right?"
[It's difficult to say. If the info leaks, the targets might tuck tail and run. But since your acquaintance is there, I'll start the investigation from that side. You're currently suspended from hero activities, so it's awkward for you to help even if you wanted to.]
"...Ah?"
Things were getting weirder and weirder. I was just cast as the basketball club's onahole manager today, and now the Operator is coming to my university to investigate?
Of course, my normal appearance is completely different from my Magical Girl form, so even if we ran into each other, there was no chance the Operator would recognize me... or so I wanted to think, but on second thought, that wasn't necessarily true.
'The Operator... his ability was Status Window.'
Even in my normal form, if he just opened my status window, he might find out I'm the same person as Magical Girl Floss. If we were to cross paths, it was absolutely forbidden for him to catch me while I was being used by the basketball club. It might be different if we just ran into each other during normal college life.
'If a fellow hero finds out that Magical Girl Floss is actually a filthy slut onahole who gets gangbanged by students at her own school in her human form... what would happen...?'
Saliva pooled in my mouth. Before I knew it, I had reached inside my loungewear—a tank top and dolphin shorts—and was rubbing my pussy. Just like my saliva, pussy juice was leaking out and soaking the bedsheets.
"Y-You don't have any combat abilities, do you? Don't be so hasty, find an ally and take it slow..."
[Don't worry too much. Your former sidekick, Dark Swan, is joining this operation as well. If the opponent were a strong villain or monster, both she and I would be powerless, but these are essentially civilians who've just taken some drugs. They're helpless against Dark Swan's sleep magic.]
"Ha, haah... ♡"
[It'll be a month at most before we move in. I don't know the exact date yet since we need to coordinate, but I'm sorry to say I can't tell you even if it's decided, since you're outside the operation.]
"...U-Uh, I understand. Well, I hope everything goes well..."
I touched my pussy, suppressing my moans so they wouldn't leak into the phone. I couldn't put my fingers in deep because of the slime inside, but even with light physical stimulation, my pussy was a total flood. The mental stimulation was far more powerful.
'No way... To have the Operator and Dark Swan find out that I'm an incredibly lewd bitch when I'm a civilian... I'd hate that... ♡'
Even as I thought I'd hate it, my body was honest. I couldn't stop masturbating even after the call ended.
I tossed my annoying bra aside, pinching my nipples through the thin tank top while my other hand kept rubbing my crotch. Once the startled slime finished absorbing the semen and came out, I shoved my fingers in deep and started thrusting.
Vibrate!
Meanwhile, my phone vibrated with an Instagram profile link the Operator had sent. I clicked it subconsciously and was so shocked I nearly stopped breathing. A tanned Operator, his skin darkened from Hawaii, was right there.
"W-What is this... ♡"
My masturbation speed was picking up as I talked to myself in a voice like a bitch in heat. The Operator's muscles and handsome face were the first things I noticed, but in the end, it was that dark skin that stuck in my mind.
That was the problem. Even though it was a tan, seeing that shade—closer to brown than black—naturally made me think of Michael, who had fucked me today, and his black cock.
It didn't stop there. My delusions naturally connected to the Operator and Dark Swan, who had come to catch Michael, seeing my lewd state and joining in on the gangbang. The Operator, who came to save me, couldn't hold back and finally unbuckled his belt, and Dark Swan, who already had a history, naturally began to lick my body...
"H-Hyut?!"
Squelch, squelch!
Because I was already on the edge, my weakened pussy sprayed juices from just a brief delusion. Having completely soaked the bed, I lay there limp for a long time.
Normally, I would have gone on a masturbation rampage, but fortunately, I had no stamina left after being violated all day.
'Wait, should I really call this fortunate...?'
While I was collapsed from something akin to post-nut clarity—which shouldn't even exist for women—I heard the front door open. Soon after, I heard someone knocking on my bedroom door.
"Sis! Open up! The ice cream's gonna melt!"
"H-Heh?!"
Right, I forgot about that. I cursed my past self for being stupid enough to send my brother for ice cream and hurriedly straightened my clothes. My pink dolphin shorts were soaking wet, but there was nothing I could do about it now.
"I said it's melting!"
"I-I know! I'm coming!"
My legs were weak from being pounded all day. My waist ached from being pierced from both ends in doggystyle. Dragging my body, which was sore in a way unbecoming of a Magical Girl, I opened the door and saw the ice cream with a white drop about to fall from the tip.
"As expected of my sweet brother, you bought vanilla just like I asked... Hu-huup!"
If that drops on the floor, I'm the one who has to clean it up. Fearing the chore, I didn't even take the ice cream; I just popped it into my mouth while my brother was still holding it.
Slurp... ♡
But then, my body moved naturally. Exactly the way Choi Jun had taught me today. I created a vacuum in my mouth until my cheeks hollowed out, and I wrapped my tongue around the long pillar of ice cream, licking it. I didn't forget to look up and make eye contact with the man while sucking.
"Si... Sis...?"
"Chuuu... bee... ♡"
After giving it one strong suck while tightening my throat, I opened my mouth—which had been holding cocks all day—and stuck out my whitened tongue to show him there was nothing left inside. Fortunately, instead of the smell of cum, it smelled like vanilla.
Praise, head pats, slapping the cheeks with a cock.
While looking up at my brother, waiting for one of the three things that should naturally follow, I realized something was wrong. It was the moment I saw my reflection in my brother's panicked eyes.
My face was flushed bright red. My large breasts were hanging loose, and I was blinking with eyes full of anticipation, like a pet waiting for a reward from its master.
"...U-Uh?"
A drop fell with a plop. It wasn't ice cream; it was pussy juice that had gathered on my soaked pink dolphin shorts.
Slam!
I couldn't say a word and slammed the door in his face. With the ice cream still in my mouth.
For a while, there was no sound from outside the door. Only after several minutes did I hear Min-jae's footsteps heading back to his room.
The self-loathing of showing such a shameful side to my brother, whom I always wanted to be a cool older sibling to. And the lingering afterglow of the basketball club-Operator-Dark Swan delusion.
I hesitated between the two for a long while before finally falling asleep, looking forward to my life as the basketball club's onahole manager which would begin in earnest tomorrow.
*
"What's up with your eyes?"
"I stayed up late last night."
The next morning, I noticed dark circles under the eyes of Do Min-jae, who usually went to bed much earlier than me. He looked exceptionally tired compared to usual.
"Go to bed early."
"You should go to bed early too, Sis."
"Hey, I have a lot of work to do!"
...Well, it's probably not my fault, right?