Sense of Unease (4)
"Wanna see it again?"
"Huh…? Oh, no, I…"
"If you're gonna sneak peeks like that, just stare openly."
Park Hyeonwoo oppa leans back against the sofa in a relaxed pose. My heart pounds like it's about to burst, and my body freezes solid.
"S-sorry… I wasn't peeking…"
"What's there to be sorry about? I don't mind—go ahead and look."
"Oh…"
"Or do you wanna touch it?"
"What???"
I feel like a total idiot, brain-dead. My voice comes out all goat-like and weird, and now my heart's throbbing so hard it hurts. My mind goes completely blank—no thoughts at all.
"Gimme your hand."
"Huh…? No, w-wait a sec…"
"I said gimme your hand?"
I know I shouldn't… but my brain's just empty, so… Oppa overlaps his hand on mine and presses it right to the center of his pants.
"Eek!!"
"Whoa, easy. Why so jumpy?"
"O-oppa…! I-I…"
"Feels pretty good, right?"
The thin shorts let me feel exactly what's underneath—that massive thing. What I'd only seen with my eyes now transmits straight through my hand. Unlike me, trembling all over, Oppa just looks totally chill.
"Mm~ It's from here… to here."
"Hngh… O-oppa…"
I let out some dumb, weird moan. He's just lightly resting his hand there—I could shove it off easy. I could get up from the sofa, scream, tell him what the hell he's doing and storm out. But I do none of that. I just follow wherever Oppa's hand leads.
"Eek…?! W-what is that?"
"Huh? It's just me getting hard."
"Getting hard…? Oh, but why…?"
"You never heard of an erection? Of course it stands up when Seoyeoni touches it."
Oppa shrugs like it's the most obvious thing. This feels so weird. No, everything feels weird, but this is on another level. Oppa's dick is getting bigger because of me. This huge thing is swelling up for me… Ugh. How can it be like this?
I don't wanna compare, but I can't help it. It's just so massive, so thick and hard. Nothing like Minjun oppa's…
"Getting tight in here—should I take the pants off?"
His words freeze me solid again. Shouldn't I stop this right now? Sure, I've already crossed the line by touching him over his pants. But if I stop now…
"Kyaa…!"
"Seoyeoni, my ears hurt."
While I hesitate, before I can stop him, Oppa slips off his pants. That massive thing I'd tried to forget burns into my brain again, springing out like it's alive.
"S-sorry… No, we can't! Stop now…"
"Stop what?"
"Huh? But we can't do this…"
Down below, that huge cock twitches. I fight the urge to look and turn my head away.
"Really? I bet Minjun hyung would love it, though."
"Huh…?"
"Right? How's Minjun hyung been lately?"
"O-oppa's…"
"What'd you tell him? That you had sex?"
"…"
I hesitate, then nod faintly, and Oppa smirks.
"Then it's fine. This isn't even that big a deal."
"N-no, still…"
"Gimme your hand. I'll help."
I should cut this off clean, but I just hesitate. And then Oppa grabs my hand. I have no idea what I even want. Deep down, I'm almost relieved he's leading me. I just have to follow… play along like I can't resist…
"Hngh…! O-oppa…!"
The rock-hard, thick shaft throbs vividly in my hand. Veins bulging… so hot, so firm, twitching… My heart feels like it'll explode.
"How's it feel? Like Minjun hyung's dick?"
"Ah…"
"Maybe a bit smaller than mine? But the feel's similar, yeah?"
Touching it myself makes the differences hit harder. Minjun oppa's isn't like this. Not the size, not the veins, not this hardness. Holding his just made it twitch cutely in that dusky color… But Oppa's? No cuteness at all. How to describe it? Handsome? Pretty? Not sure if that's right, but closest thing. The dark red hue looks pretty, the shape's nicely formed. Just feels manly. Definitely not cute.
"Haha, not similar at all? You're staring so blankly, it's embarrassing."
Our eyes meet. Seeing my reflection in his dark pupils makes my lower belly clench. Why does this feel so good? I'm not that kind of girl, so why…
"Here, like this—slowly."
Oppa moves our overlapped hands up and down. I can't pull away; I just go with his rhythm. Down to the hairy base, up to the smooth, oddly shaped tip. That solid feel, those bumpy veins—my breath catches. Down below, I'm soaked, a total mess. Have I ever gotten this wet before? It just keeps flowing.
"Good. Wanna try solo?"
"Huh…?"
"You've done it tons with Minjun hyung's dick. Same thing."
"A-alone how…?"
"Jerk it off. Go all the way. Just touching's weird, right? Minjun hyung'll love it."
Oppa slips his hand away and leans back even more comfortably. Now it's just me jerking him off.
"I… th-this…"
"You were gripping too soft. Squeeze harder—it's fine."
"…"
The lewd vibe, his low, thick voice—it crushes me. His smooth tone softens my hesitation. I swallow hard, no words, just grip tighter like he said.
"L-like this?"
"Way better. Give it a stroke?"
I move slowly up and down. Tentative at first, then adapting. Down to the base like he did, up to the tip. Repeating, speeding up a bit… I can't believe this. Not forced. I could just let go. What am I doing…? Why am I obeying…?
"Hmm~ Not your first time, huh?"
"Huh…?"
"Feels good, but at that pace? It'll take all day."
I thought I was doing okay despite the shakes, but Oppa, watching, chimes in.
"Use just three fingers. Make a ring with thumb and index."
"Ah…"
"There. Rub the head when you come up. Minjun hyung never taught you?"
"Th-this kind of…"
"Really? Do it to him next time. He'll love it."
"…"
My strokes get lewder. Down hard to the base, up smooth, then thumb and index rubbing the glossy tip. It starts twitching more—must feel good. Didn't need that with Minjun oppa; my hand covered it all anyway.
"Nice, quick learner~ Got talent? Lots of girls don't get it first try."
"Ah…"
"Still got more to learn. Here too."
I rub where he points. Just blankly obeying.
"…"
I keep stroking, rubbing, massaging. I zone in. Arms ache, but gripping something so huge and thick gives this weird satisfaction.
"Arms hurt?"
He's noticed my numb arms.
"Huh…? Oh, a little…"
"No technique. Let's stop here—too tiring."
Oppa massages my arm, then guides my hand to the tip.
"I'll take over. You just catch it—no spills~"
"Huh? Catch what…? You're gonna cum…?"
"Obviously."
Cumming's bad enough, but it'll get all over my hands… Alone, he could've used tissue or the bathroom… But he says it so casually, I'm speechless.
"One hand won't cut it."
"Ah…"
I cup the tip with both hands quick. I feel his gaze from above. Ignoring it, I wait for Oppa's release.
"So you jerked him off into your hand?"
"Yeah…"
Seoyeoni nods faintly, face flushed. This intense unease churns my gut. Why's she embarrassed…? Why wipe her hands like it's real…? Unconsciously, like she couldn't help it—but that's even weirder. Acting it out that far…?
The setup's gotten weirdly detailed too. Touching over his pants, then he takes them off. He guides her hand, then she does it solo. Till her arms hurt, right up to his cumshot. She glosses over the sex part still, but today's story's full of specifics. Like last time with seeing his dick… I don't wanna ask more. Don't wanna hear details. Even if it's acting, lies—this level of detail's too much to take.
"A-and I learned something…"
"From Hyeonwoo?"
"Yeah, he said you'd love it…"
Seoyeoni grips my dick, already leaking precum. It twitches at the slightly firm hold, sharp pleasure shooting from the head.
"Ngh…"
She strokes like usual but rubs the head with her fingers. Down to the base, up, targeting the most sensitive spot on the glans, rubbing there.
"H-how's it? Feel good?"
She checks my reaction, speeds up. Squeezes tighter even. Her changed technique builds the urge fast.
I shouldn't cum… Supposed to be with Seoyeoni… I tense my abs to hold back, but the stimulation's too intense.
"Ugh, gonna cum…?"
"Huh? Already?"
"Feels like it. I'm cumming."
"W-wait…!"
She rolls tissue around the tip to catch it. In my fantasy, if Hyeonwoo came on her hand, I'd want more. In her mouth… no, even just her hand—but I miss the timing.
"Ngh, ngh."
I can't hold it, spurting thick into the tissue.