The Human Onahole
“As expected... Kangmin is something else! He casually does things we wouldn't even dream of!”
The two of us stood inside the motel room, staring intently at the two key cards. Strangely, the air conditioner wouldn't turn on. After pressing the switches for a while, I finally searched for the answer online.
“Ah. You have to insert this card into the slot at the entrance.”
As soon as I slotted the card in, the lights flickered on and the AC hummed to life. I was terrified that Charles might ask if I’d never been to a motel before, but she was just fascinated by the whole thing. Come to think of it, this was probably her first time in a place like this, too. Right. Hmm. Hmm.
Charles was already busy taking photos. A picture of her sitting on the motel bed. A picture of the bathtub. A picture of the Netflix screen, and so on. Then, she started rummaging through the bag of disposable amenities. She pulled out two condoms, held them in her hand, and giggled at me.
“Oppa, do you want me to put these in my mouth and take a photo? For Instagram?”
Hmm. That’s not bad.
“Or... would you prefer it if I tied up the used condoms and held them in my mouth?”
Both sounded tempting. But...
“Charles, you don’t like using condoms.”
“That’s true! It’s such a waste of mana. What kind of nonsense is that?” Charles grumbled.
I offered a compromise.
“Then... let’s just take photos with the condom in your mouth and one tied up and tucked into your underwear. We’ll do the rest raw.”
As I said that, a good idea struck me. I might as well film the next video here today.
“Charles. Let’s just film here today.”
“Uuuuugh...” Charles lowered the corners of her mouth and made a sad face. Hmm, she probably hates that our date is turning into a shoot. I was conflicted about what to do. When I hesitated, she must have sensed my guilt because she hugged me.
“Hey, it’s okay, Oppa. Let’s film! It works out well!”
“Are you sure?”
I asked just in case she was pouting, but Charles was already busy taking photos with the packaged condom in her mouth. She made a V-sign near her mouth, or stuck her tongue out and placed it on top. The ring-shaped outline was clearly visible through the plastic wrapper.
Every man would know exactly what it meant to take a photo with a contraceptive device for sex in one's mouth. If she posted that on Instagram, hundreds of likes and thirsty comments from men would flood the post. She changed poses as she took more photos. The picture of her biting the condom while blindfolded looked like the cover model of a cheap tabloid. It was enough to make me rock hard. I couldn't hold back and approached her.
“Charles, I’m going to start the prep work for the video.”
It was a date this morning, so I felt bad about the sudden change. Especially since the video we were going to film today was hardcore. When I pulled out the pen for the graffiti play, Charles’s eyes went wide.
“Why did you bring that?”
“I brought it just in case. It works out well.”
At that, Charles made a pouting face and flopped onto the bed. She buried her face in the mattress and mumbled, “You must have planned this from the very beginning... You’re mean...”
That’s not it! I hugged her from behind and kissed her neck to soothe her.
“Charles, it’s not like that~ You know. Even at the movie theater today, I didn’t do anything, right?”
“That may be true, but...”
“If you don’t want to, we won’t film today. It’s okay.”
Charles hugged her pillow, covered her face, and mumbled, “Then I’ll just be the bad guy again.”
“It’s not like that...”
Charles pulled the pillow down and said sullenly, “What do you mean it’s not like that. Fine. Let’s film. What are we doing today?”
Honestly, this was a warning that said, ‘If you really film, I’m going to pout.’ But if we filmed in this state, the video would turn out excellent. A boyfriend who forces his girlfriend to film a video she doesn’t want to do. The arousal level of the video would probably increase by 120%.
I pushed forward with the shoot for the sake of the video’s quality.
“Why don’t you start the recording first? You remember the storyboard I made briefly last time, right? We’re doing an onahole play. Today, Charles, you are my onahole for relieving my sexual desires.”
Charles dropped her shoulders and slumped. She waved her hand slightly to start the video recording, then stood up listlessly and said, “Okay. Then I’ll go wash up first...”
I grabbed her wrist and sat her back down. Charles looked at me with surprised eyes.
“Why would an onahole wash up?”
Even to me, my voice sounded lecherous. The filming had already begun. Charles noticed it and immediately put on a sad face.
“Okay. Then I’ll just take off my clothes...”
“No. Don’t take off your clothes either.”
I said that and skillfully laid Charles down on the bed. Charles turned her head away from me and muttered in a sad voice, “Oppa, did you buy me this dress just to do this?”
“I’m not sure what you’re talking about.”
I feigned ignorance and reached into her dress, untying the knot of her black lace thong. It was a lewd pair of underwear that didn’t match the dress at all.
“Charles. You’re wearing such lewd underwear, just like an onahole should.”
“Oppa, you’re mean...”
Charles sniffled and just lay there still. Moisture welled up in the corners of her eyes, which she had beautifully made up for our date. I tossed her underwear next to her shoulder and commanded, “Pull up your dress. All the way to your chest.”
Charles folded her white dress in large sections. After folding it twice, her beautiful hip line and snow-white crotch were revealed. Her hands didn’t stop there. She rolled up the hem of the dress to her navel, exposed her bra, and finally pulled it all the way up to her chest. It was shaped like a hanbok top, barely covering only the top of her breasts.
“Should I take off my bra too...?”
“Don’t take it off.”
I said that and wrote in large letters on Charles’s lower abdomen.
I wrote it so thickly that even if she pulled the dress down, the letters would be visible through the fabric. It was a level of intensity that you wouldn't even do to a girlfriend, let alone a sex partner. But Charles just lay there, sniffling, accepting the words. No, she did make a request.
“Oppa... can’t you caress my breasts...? When you have sex, Oppa, you always make me wear a bra...”
I closed the pen cap and said coldly, “Isn’t that obvious? Charles, you’re my onahole for sexual relief. There’s no reason for me to make you feel good.”
As I spoke, I pinched Charles’s nipples through her bra.
“Hng- it hurts, Oppa-”
Charles squeezed her eyes shut and let out a small scream. Oh, did I grab too hard? I loosened my grip slightly and said, “Your breasts are for paizuri. Or for leaving hickeys. They aren’t for being caressed. Or is it that? Are you waiting for a man to touch your vulgar tits?”
“That’s not it... you’re too much...”
Charles shed a few tears, avoiding my hand that was teasing her nipples.
“But then again, an onahole shouldn’t talk, right? Open your mouth, Charles.”
Charles opened her mouth blankly, with an expression that suggested she didn’t know what was about to happen. When I picked up the underwear next to her shoulder and crumpled it up, she seemed to realize it then. As I shoved the lace underwear into her mouth, she squeezed her eyes shut in despair and closed her lips. The lace of the underwear, used as a gag, poked out from her mouth in a dainty way.
Feeling like my cock was about to burst, I spoke to the camera.
“Everyone. Today, I’m planning to use a non-penetrative large onahole.”
I gently stroked Charles’s lower abdomen where the words were written. The place was pulled taut like a hill. It was soft and firm. My crotch trembled. I took out the love gel from the disposable packet and squeezed about half of it into the crevice of Charles’s pussy.
“Usually, if you use plenty of lotion on an onahole, the slipperiness is good. If you use a little, the tightness is good. But I like it tight, so I’ll use just a little today. This onahole isn’t wet at all. Good.”
I tossed the remaining love gel toward the sink next to the bed and commanded Charles, “Charles. Use the pillow. Put your hands under it and don’t move.”
She obeyed quietly, true to the onahole concept. It was a position where her hands were restrained by her own head. She spread her legs wide to make it easy for my cock to enter. The love gel flowed into the crevice of her pussy. She twitched her pussy, trying to swallow the liquid to keep as much of the love gel inside her as possible. It was fear of being ravaged without foreplay. During foreplay, the vaginal muscles relax to prepare for the cock. Love gel isn’t everything. But I was currently forcing it, spraying love gel as a substitute for natural lubrication, intending to use Charles’s insides like a toy. Even though it was for filming, I was incredibly excited.
I placed my cock at the entrance of Charles’s pussy. The still-cold love gel coated my cock. Now the camera would be closing up on the junction between Charles and me.
A small scream escaped Charles. I pushed my waist forward slowly, wetting her dry insides with the love gel.
“Hnggg- hngggggg”
A scream flowed from her mouth, blocked by the underwear. *Swoosh.* My cock reached all the way to the root. Charles’s gentle eyes were distorted with pain. She shook her head from side to side and curled and uncurled her toes repeatedly. Even though she was a succubus, she struggled with sex without foreplay. My head felt like it was going to explode from excitement. Charles, with her idol-like appearance, being ravaged while wearing a white dress—
I kept my waist still, thinking of Charles, but it still seemed to hurt. Every time Charles twisted her body, the ribbons on her crotch and her garter belt tattoo swayed. She was writhing in the discomfort felt inside her. It was a vulgar body covered in tattoos, but her lower half, moving as if screaming, evoked pity. But the fun was only just beginning.