World's First Mukbang Masturbation by Lawyer Park Sia: This is Sex.
Creak, creak.
"Uh... is this how you do it? I've never even tried filming a vlog before..."
To film a video for my Master, Han Seongtae, I rushed home and fiddled with my phone's angle on the dining table. I even bought a tripod from the nearby Daiso Mart.
Master's first mission for me was unexpectedly simple: eat dinner alone and send him the recording.
I was flustered. If he wanted to see me eat, we could just have dinner together...
"Or does he just want to watch a mukbang?"
I hit record on the video for no reason, then awkwardly smiled at the camera and flashed a V-sign with my fingers.
"M-Master! Did it come out okay?"
I took the phone off the tripod and checked the footage.
"Cute. Sia, why don't you start a lawyer vlog while you're at it? Like this."
Self-praising myself, I stripped off my clothes, removed my lawyer badge, showered, and plopped down on the sofa naked.
Usually, I'd come home with Cheolyong, but tonight it was just me.
Cheolyong... or should I call him 'Eggy' now?
Anyway, he was off investigating real estate per Master's orders. He'd probably pull an all-nighter. That's the kind of guy he is.
Tonight's dinner: boneless chicken feet, onigiri, and beer. I got four cans of fruity, citrus-scented beer for ten thousand won.
The chicken feet were super spicy, ordered for delivery to blow off some work stress.
"Still, it's been a while since I got off early. Thanks to Master?"
As a lawyer, evenings didn't exist. Back in school, I thought people who uphold the law would clock out at 6 on the dot.
Listening to seniors and starting work showed official hours ended at 6, but daytime was endless consultations— in the car, office, everywhere, phone glued to my ear. Work flow constantly interrupted.
Trials were Tue-Wed-Thu-Fri, skipping weekends. Mondays had trials sometimes, but judges hated prepping over weekends. Lawyers submitted evidence the day before anyway.
On multi-trial days, I'd run to court before 10 a.m., no time for key filings like complaints or answers.
So 6 p.m. ended official work, freeing time for real paperwork—usually heading home at 10 or 11.
All-nighters were routine; even home, I'd pore over docs endlessly.
"But tonight, no briefcase, no trial tomorrow."
I slipped into my usual blue microfiber bunny pajamas.
Despite my haughty looks, I'm scatterbrained and clumsy. Total tech idiot too.
Sharp eyes make people think I'm a cold lawyer, but it's just hiding my extreme introversion with stiff talk. Real me? Shy as hell.
Today, sorting case files, I tripped, scattered papers, and accidentally mooned Master while picking them up.
"So embarrassing~."
I pulled the bunny-eared pajama hood low.
At work, I force calm, detached speech to hide it.
"Well... he probably already knows I'm a klutz."
Ding-dong.
"Delivery! Slurp."
Thinking of spicy chicken feet made my mouth water instantly.
"Was gonna diet till the wedding..."
I waited for the delivery guy to leave, then hopped over and grabbed the white bag from the door.
Humming a tune, I unpacked at the table: chicken feet, onigiri, drinks, beer.
"Huh? No steamed egg? I joined the review event though..."
Almost called, but thought, 'My bad again.' Checked the app order history.
Yep, I'd written [Participating in review! Add steamed egg please.], but forgot the note.
Lifelong habit—thinking I did it mentally, but nope.
"Whatever, as long as I don't miss it on important filings!"
I bonked my head.
Earlier, I even hallucinated some duty for female lawyers involving client sex services.
"Why'd I think that...? Lawyers aren't whores."
Unpacked the food.
Appetizing red chicken feet, onigiri—I set the table, grabbing beer from the fridge.
"Oh! I'm in pajamas? Gotta film, is this okay?"
Maybe he'll like the cute look.
Home, so no bra obviously, but I unzipped low to show cleavage nicely.
'Mmm! Perfect.'
Slipped on clear gloves. Ready.
Hit record.
"Ahem. Hello! M-Master? It's your cute bunny Sia!!"
Awkward acting cute alone at the empty table.
"I take photos sometimes, but filming video solo staring at the camera? Weird."
'Suddenly respect YouTubers begging for likes and subs.'
"Today I prepared chicken feet and beer."
Adjusted to push out my chest more, picked up chicken feet.
"Ddaengcho Chicken Feet—my usual spot. Super spicy but delicious."
Like YouTubers, shoved it close to the lens over my palm.
Ssssh.
Cracked a beer can.
"Master. Gonna eat now? Ahh~"
Aaah! Haaang!
Chicken feet in mouth—sensation totally different from usual.
Spicy isn't flavor; it's tongue pain, right?
Master's suggestion turned Sia's mouth to throat into clit-level erogenous zones. Like rubbing chili on her clit—pure agony pleasure.
Chew chew.
Every scrape on gums—dizzying ecstasy.
'What is this?'
"Ahhng!"
Feels like pricking my pussy...
Gulp.
"Haaang."
Swallowing, feet slid down esophagus like invading sensitive vaginal walls.
Back arched involuntarily.
"What the hell? Why's my body like this?"
Just eating, but feels like tongue teasing inside...
Brain assumed penetration, flooding love juices.
Hurk.
Drip drip.
Pussy juices flowed.
Haa haa.
"Weird... something on my mouth?"
Desperately poured cold beer into a glass, chugged foam-filled gulps.
Gulp gulp gulp.
That instant—
"Heeeuuung."
Shudder shudder.
Like pouring beer straight into her vagina—unprecedented sensation crashed.
"Haaaauuung."
Psssh psssh.
Not spice or booze—pure pleasure soaked her in sweat, face flushed.
'No idea... haak, a dream?'
Suddenly recalled Blind app posts: anonymous office gossip with vulgar titles like This is Sex, Sex Today Too.
Clicking showed just chicken or tasty food pics.
'Why call it sex? Whatever.' I'd shrugged.
"But this is just..."
Tried eating daintily at first, but now shoving chicken feet, onigiri, beer to chase the bliss, dignity be damned.
Chew chew gulp gulp.
Each bite—brain fireworks. Throat stuffed, beer chase—orgasms galore.
Haaung heuk.
Shiver shiver.
Five minutes ever this long? Only two minutes filmed.
"Can't take it anymore!"
'This is sex! What the fuck!'
Ripped off pajamas.
Full nude, pubes exposed—but who cares about recording now.
Yanked off gloves mid-meal, rubbed protruding nipples with fingers.
Haak.
Clit throbbed erect, pussy drenched slick.
Brain in sex mode, hormones raging.
Usually one-beer lightweight, now chugging—reason gone.
"Master!! Sorry. You might think I'm weird, but gonna masturbate! Can't hold it!! Watch my masturbation video from now!"
Climbed on chair, legs up, spread pussy wide to camera.
"Watch pervert Sia's masturbation goooood!!"
Rubbed clit first. Hypersensitive—touch alone...
"Feels too good... Master... miss cock cock♡"
Now jammed fingers in holes wildly.
"Haang haaa haa!"
I'm a crazy pervert lawyer filming masturbation mid-mukbang...
Psssh psssh.
"Haaaang, cumming! Pervert pussy cumming!!"
Kept chugging beer.
Gulp gulp.
"Haaaauuuaaaang."
Phone showed my face twisting comically in ecstasy, drool dripping.
Drunk as hell, decided to pour beer on pussy.
"Hehehe heuk maybe even better.. hurk."
Hiccuping drunk. Grabbed beer, faced camera.
"Master!! Hurk watch me pour beer in lower mouth gooood. Lower mouth mukbang!!"
Spread labia with thumb/index, stretched hole with middle—poured beer.
Drip drip drip.
Started drops, then flooded.
Gush gush gush.
Stopped when pussy felt full.
Bubble bubble bubble.
Stomach boiling.
First: sudden dizziness.
'Dizzy...'
"Hehehehehe world spinning... feeeels gooood.. hik."
Couldn't control body.
'Ah.. Earth spinning... spinning...'
"Maaasteeer. Hurk! Did you see my lower mouth mukbang good? Hehehehe~"
Stumbled off chair to filming phone.
Consciousness fading.
"Already over five minutes. I'm the slut who plays with lower mouth stupidly... came from beer like an idiot... punish this worthless me with your cock club... hehe~, Master."
Last words, recording ended.
I couldn't stop chuckling at Sia's video. Even as consciousness faded, she somehow sent it per orders.
"Kukuku, Ayoung, check this later. Who cums from beer in their pussy?"
"Beer in the pussy?"
"Wanna try champagne later? Wait, direct vaginal absorption could cause acute alcohol poisoning. Hope she's fine."
Called Sia.
"Yeees... Maaaster it's Siiiia.. watched iiit?"
Slurred drunk.
"You okay?"
"Hik, yeah dizzy but fiiiine.."
"Good. See you next time. Sleep well. Loved the lower mouth mukbang!"
She mumbled something; I hung up.
Then hit the mart with Ayoung for champagne, chicken, ingredients—headed home.