Girlfriend Plugged with a Rotor Meets Her Friends, Scouting the Future Sex Building (1)
Naturally, Jian sat down right next to me and greeted them.
"Guys, this is my first boyfriend. Say hi to him everyone."
"Hello. I'm Han Seongtae, a junior at Korea University. As you've heard, I'm Jian's boyfriend now."
I pulled Jian into my arm. She nestled right in, shy but clearly delighted.
"Kyaa! Hi! I'm Kim Juhee, Jian's college classmate."
"Hello. I'm Kim Mijoo, her high school friend. I've heard so much about you."
"I could hear your voices on the phone earlier. You all sounded fun, so I had to come see. And I missed Jian's face..."
"Shut up, oppa." Jian burrowed into my chest.
The one who'd introduced herself as Juhee spoke up.
"You heard our voices on the call? That's embarrassing..."
The high school friend, Mijoo, chimed in.
"Nah, I've known Jian since high school, but she only texted me today saying she had a boyfriend. I rushed over because I was dying to know who it was."
"But when you walked in, I saw you're pretty tall."
"Isn't it that exciting height difference thing?"
"Why don't you two stand up and hold hands for us?"
"Should we?"
Jian and I stood together and held hands.
"Kyaa, Jian, your boyfriend's so tall. Must be nice—you always had a complex about being short."
"Yeah... I have to look up to see his face... but I like it."
We sat back down.
Juhee, resting her chin on her hand, asked, "What do you like so much about our Jian?"
"Hey, you ask that the second he shows up? Right in front of him?"
"What's wrong with that? So, what's Jian's best feature?"
"Hmm... Like you all know, she's cute first off. Blonde hair, like a little cat..."
"Agreed. Jian's famous for being the cutest among us. And?"
"Every time I saw her at school, she was always friendly, smart... I'd notice her in my lectures too. But above all, she's pretty."
"You've only been dating two days—how could she not be?"
Mijoo shoved Juhee aside and jumped in. "My turn now. How'd you two meet? And be honest—who confessed first?"
Jian's face turned beet red as she bowed her head.
"Knew it. Jian confessed. It's written all over her face."
"Jian, who had all the guys crying in school? Epic."
"Yeah, she never joined club MTs with me, but that one time she did tag along... Guess it was for you. Mystery solved."
I wrapped it up. "Jian mustered the courage to confess. I should've done it... I had feelings during that MT too."
Jian cut in like it was news to her. "Oppa, you never said that before. So you noticed how I felt back at the MT?"
"Well... I was fresh back from leave, so I was cautious. And would I have taken just you out for no reason?"
"Ugh, embarrassing. So you knew I sat next to you on purpose?"
"Kinda? Like Juhee said, it showed."
As we chatted away, Juhee wedged in. "You two look great together. Like Beauty and the Beast?"
"Ahem, so my face makes me the Beast?"
"Hahaha, no, the height difference. Heh."
Juhee waved her arms up and down to emphasize our height gap, chuckling.
"So, how should we call you? Oppa okay?"
"Call me whatever's comfy. Oppa works, and for Jian... maybe 'baby'?"
"B-baby? Oppa, that's too cringey still..."
'She calls me Master when we're alone.'
"So no pet names yet?" Juhee asked.
"We've only been dating a bit. Thought about 'baby,' but figured Jian'd hate it. What do you want me to call you?"
"Hmm... I'll think about it. Baby~"
"Watching you two is so sweet, my teeth are rotting."
"Me too... Anyone wanna introduce me to a guy?"
"Huh? So you two are both single right now?"
Mijoo leaned in suddenly. "Yeah, got anyone to hook me up with, oppa?"
'Seokhyeon first?'
"Well, my friend Jang Seok—"
"No way to Seokhyeon sunbae. Oppa." Jian shut it down firmly.
"Got it..."
'Sorry, Seokhyeon. I'll hook you up with a model next week.'
Juhee said with interest, "Oppa, you're already whipped, huh? Take good care of our Jian."
"Gotta. She looks like she'd topple if I text her wrong. Right, Jian?"
"Hey, not that fragile."
"Am I too clingy? Haha, gotta hit the bathroom quick. Chat freely."
I stood first.
"Me too, bathroom."
Juhee teased Jian as she followed. "Together? Couples can't stay apart, huh?"
Heading to the first-floor bathroom, Jian stuck close, sniffing my clothes.
"Sniff sniff, oppa. Did you meet some other girl besides Seoyeon? Smells like another woman. That ex from earlier?"
'She's got a nose like a ghost for this stuff...'
"Kkeubae. Don't sweat it. Here, take this rotor—put it in in the bathroom and come out." I whispered.
"Okay, won't worry. I'll plug it in."
I added, "You can't cum from the rotor or masturbating. Only from my cock. No need to repeat."
"....."
I handed her the rotor from my pocket, hit the bathroom, then bought two slices of cake and honey bread on the way back. Grabbed some napkins too.
"Whoa, oppa, nice sense."
"Jian likes strawberry cake. Got some for you two—enjoy."
"I like strawberry cake too..." I blocked Mijoo's fork.
"Next time, dessert cafe instead? Maybe I introduce you and we double-date."
Juhee sighed. "Jian, you're so lucky. My ex said dessert cafes were a waste of money."
"I don't eat sweets much either, but Jian likes 'em."
"Feel free to drop the formal speech with us. We're two years younger..."
"Formals comfy for me. Next time, casual."
Short chat later, Jian returned.
"Sorry, took a sec."
"Fixing makeup to impress oppa?" Mijoo teased.
"No, not... Noticeable?"
"You're pretty without it, Jian. Yours is strawberry."
I handed her a fork.
"Tried sneaking a bite, but you're strict. Jealous, Jian."
"Mmm, thanks oppa." As she scooped cake, I flicked the remote in my pocket.
Vrrr...
"Haaang!"
Jian clamped her legs tight, a moan slipping out from the rotor.
"Ah, no—the cake's just so good."
She elbowed me.
"Where were we?"
"YouTube talk. Phukey Uni's hot lately."
"You could go to hell too! Right?"
"Hahaha, yeah oppa. That's hilarious—you nailed it." Juhee laughed.
"It's fun. The English interviews crack me up."
Jian chimed in, munching cake.
We chatted daily life, dipping into dating talk.
The rotor hummed nonstop, so Jian squeezed her legs, barely hiding it.
"Jian, your face got red after the bathroom. You okay?" Mijoo asked.
"Yeah, just... happy to see oppa."
"What? Thought oppa was clingy, but you're worse. Right, Mijoo?"
"Ha-ut, haa haa." Jian teetered on the edge but couldn't cum, sweating buckets, going mad.
"Why so out of breath? If it's us, go home with oppa."
Jian poked me, whispering, "Oppa, stop messing... Gonna cum right here on the chair..."
Her female scent wafted, but the suggestion blocked release—pure torment.
'It's fine. She can't anyway.'
"No. Keep it in all day."
"I can't survive. Oppa perv!..."
"Whispering what?" Juhee asked.
"Ahem, nothing. So, what schools you all at?"
I cranked the rotor max. Jian bit back a moan.
Juhee raised her hand. "Same as oppa—Korea U, art major."
Mijoo, eating honey bread: "Nakseongdae, econ."
"Both close. Juhee's my school hoobae then."
"Oppa, what's your major?" Juhee asked.
"Jian didn't say? Physics."
"Group dates with physics guys are no fun."
"Why?"
"They go on about loving Schrödinger whatever."
"Schrödinger?"
"Yeah. Never saw 'em again after."
"Mine said he dreamed of being Einstein..." Mijoo added.
"Haha, typical."
'Me too.'
"I dig modern art and stocks too—advice sometime?"
"Art major doesn't mean I know appreciation deep. Mine's Eastern painting..."
"Econ but stocks? It's basically math. Didn't expect that freshman year."
"That's the stereotype for physics. Like a frame?"
"Talking to you, no clue you're physics, Seongtae oppa."
"Yeah... Thought psych maybe. Twist."
"Everyone does. Thought I was a counselor once."
Jian struggled beside me, fighting the vibrations.
"Jian looks off—better call it. Head home."
"Yeah. You good, Jian?" Mijoo rubbed her back worriedly.
"Haa haa, fine. Keep talking. I'll rest a bit."
"Don't push—go home. Oppa, get Jian safe. Juhee! Let's bounce."
"Yeah. See you at school tomorrow, Jian."
"Ugh, yeah. Go ahead! Text later."
Juhee stood. "Bye Jian~ Oppa, dessert cafe next!"
"I'll have strawberry then! Text me, Jian~" Mijoo left too.
Jian's face flushed deep, sweat dripping.
"Oppa..."
"Yeah?"
She whispered, "Fuck me. Can't hold it. Bathroom even..."
"Shh. Tomorrow. Home and rest today."
"Leave me soaked like this? Oppa... please..."
"Tsk. Tomorrow. Masturbate tonight."
'Won't cum from that though... Wonder her face tomorrow?'
"Oppa... perv... dummy... still love you..."
Jian slipped inside my coat, grabbing my cock firmly.
I ignored it, calling Haeun.
"Yes, Master. Phone answered."
'Calls me Master, so alone probably.'
"Haeun, meeting done?"
"Done. Waiting in the office for your call. Where to?"
"Know Twosome Place cafe? By school."
"Yes. Head there? About 5 minutes."
"Yeah, waiting."
I hung up.
Jian slumped on the table, trembling, speechless.
That "no climax" suggestion worked—she had no choice but endure. Endless fun potential.
"Jian, car home today."
"Huh? Really not fucking? For real? Oppa, I'm dying... cock... cock... cock..."
"Tomorrow."
"Haa. Oppa... mean! What car? Ayoung call?"
"No. Professor Kim Haeun."
Jian bolted up. Liquid trickled down.
"Huh? Our quantum prof?"
"Shh, quiet."
"How? Tell me later, oppa."
"Yeah. In the car."
"And turn off the rotor now?" Jian whispered.
"Maybe? Time to go..." I switched it off.
"Phew... Oppa soaked me... gimme cock..."
"Yeah? Show me in the car."
"Prof's car though?"
"She's coming soon. Let's go. I'll carry your bag."
"Thanks, perv oppa."
"You had fun too?"
"Thrilling. Scared friends'd notice. Can't stop you... Mas-ter."
Jian clung to my arm, legs shaky standing.
'Jian's got my vibe. Calculated... Commands Ayoung well...'
Her seat soaked—I wiped it with napkins, headed out.
Outside, waiting briefly, a white SUV pulled up.
Instinct screamed Haeun's—spotless, no dust.
As expected, the shiny SUV stopped, honking.
"Oppa, that it?"
"Yeah."
Rear door auto-opened; we climbed in.
"Excuse me, Professor." Jian first, then me.
"Thought it was someone next to you—Jian? That's why the grades earlier..."
"Drop that. Head to Jian's place first." I cut in.
"Yes, sir."
"Jian, give Haeun your address for nav."
"Yeah. My place is in XX-dong~"
"Heading out then, Master~"
"Drive, Jian."
"Drive~"
Haeun's car pulled away.
Finally seated, legs spread wide, Jian asked, "Oppa, so what happened?"
"Hmm... Haeun's new Human Toilet No. 2? Talk casual with her."
"Seoyeon's junior then? So I'm your first girlfriend and throat-pussy onahole, right?"
'Jian saying throat-pussy onahole turns me on. Send her home tonight though—curious tomorrow's face.'
"Yep."
"Then can I order Professor Kim Haeun—no, this Human Toilet No. 2 too?"
'She's my type...'
"Hear that, Haeun? Obey Jian too."
"Jian's orders? Kinda hate it..."
"Hate?"
"No. Will obey. Grind, Master."
"Jian, don't overdo it at school. Moderate."
"Got it. Like you did to me today—want Haeun teaching with a rotor in. Okay?"
'Jian's a TA genius? Gotta hit school again. Can't pass.'
I petted Jian's head. "Hear that, Haeun? Soon teach with rotor—no, electric dildo. I'll watch."
"Ah... If Master wants. But won't teach what Human Toilet means??"
"Learn from Human Toilet No. 1 senior like me later."
Jian schooled her smoothly.
"Yes, sir. About 30 minutes to Jian's."
I eyed Jian, skirt flipped, legs spread. "Wait—Jian, wanna house-hunt with oppa? You'll visit often."
"Sure. Where?"
"Haeun, nav to Happiness Realty in Bangbae-dong. Got some listings."
'Check tonight, sunlight tomorrow, location math...'
"Same direction—rerouting to realty from Jian's."
"No 'Jian-ssi'—call her Jian-nim when alone."
"Hear that, Haeun?" Jian added.
"Yes... Jian-nim. Grind."
Her hypnosis commanded obedience to me, not Jian—pure gritted humiliation. Hence the grinding teeth.
'But hypnosis complete...'
"Jian, you're like me?"
"Am? Watched you long—copying."
"Blowjob on the way?"
"Oppa really can't fuck? Dying... wanna cum..."
Jian hiked her skirt. Cute panties soaked.
"Panties off."
"Okay."
She slid them down; I fingered her pale slit. Dripping wet.
Squelch squelch
"Haaang!" Squirt squirt juices sprayed.
"Jian-nim...? Maybe from fucking me earlier."
"Oppa fucked the Human Toilet? Not me? Tch... jealous."
"Did you first thing."
"Hiiing, wanna all day. Oppa! Need tonics like Ayoung said."
Squelch squelch
Scraped her walls—moans leaked.
Haaang♡
'Wanna fuck, but save for tomorrow's face.'
"Jian, you're my girlfriend and...?"
"Throat-pussy onahole. Hehe."
"So what do you do?"
"Hmm... suck cock?"
"Yeah. Suck till we arrive."
"Okay. Missed oppa's anaconda all day."
Jian lay down, yanking my pants, freeing my cock.
"Gonna suck so you wanna fuck me."
'Try me...'
She wrapped throat and tongue around it.
"Jian, good."
"Mmmph mmmph."
"Jian-nim, jealous. Wanna suck all day..." Driving Haeun said.
"Haeun, focus driving. Damn, you drive steady."
"US life needs a car, Master. Was license-only; improved there."
"Cool... haa sleepy. Wake me on arrival. Nap."
Smooth ride, post-sex fatigue, busy day—sleep hit.
Jian sucking hard: "Puha! Oppa asleep, can I fuck your cock? Be cock case♡ like Seoyeon now."
"No... just play... yaaawn sleepy."
"Wake you then, Master."
"Night oppa. Muah♡!"
Nice place'd be good...
Dozed off.