Phone Sex
“Eh, uh, what did you say?”
Was my brain, pickled in excessive lust, distorting Hyowon's words? It was an absurd hypothesis, but it felt more realistic than believing those words had actually come from Hyowon's mouth.
“Exactly what you heard. Do you want to see me masturbating?”
It wasn't a dream. I hadn't misheard. Hyowon was asking me that with those delicate lips—whether I wanted to see her masturbating.
My cock, already swollen and refusing to go down, began throbbing insistently, demanding attention.
Do I want to see her masturbate? …Honestly, there's no way I could say no.
Some people claim they want to preserve the illusions about the ones they love. Even I wouldn't particularly want to see Hyowon shitting or pissing. Sure, we'd eventually get there someday, but right now, I wanted to bask in the fantasy that she was made of sugar and spice and everything nice.
But if it was Hyowon herself, writhing for her own pleasure, comforting herself… I wanted to see it. I wanted to see it so damn bad.
It had to feel completely different from when we had sex directly, right? Being able to observe from a step away would let me savor even the tiniest details. It was bound to be insanely hot.
But I couldn't just blurt that out. She might be testing me right now. Maybe she was dangling this bait to see if I'd fall for such a ridiculous temptation, to judge if I was that much of a pervert. Playing it cool like I wasn't interested seemed the safe bet.
So, naturally… “I want to see!” You honest little shit! My mouth ran off without my brain again.
But what can I do? I'm at that age. Wanting to see a hot girl I like naked, wanting to monopolize her—it's just natural instinct, isn't it?
“…You're so honest. Hmm, alright. You want to see? Ah, I wasn't really planning to show you, but if you're that desperate about it.”
“Uh, yeah?”
Didn't you bring it up first? I hadn't even thought of something like this… No, better hold that thought. Accepting a shy girl's stubbornness was part of a man's capacity or whatever—I think I'd learned that somewhere.
“You really want to see a girl's embarrassing side? You pervert.”
“Ah, no, that's not—”
“Shut up. No excuses. …I really don't want to, but if we're talking about it, couldn't this count as part of the training? Female Training isn't limited to just sex.”
“Th-then…?”
“I'll show you just this once. Switching to video call, so watch properly.”
“……!! O-okay. Hold on.”
I bolted out of the bathroom, grabbed my earphones, and plugged them in. No way could I let my roommate hear even a single decibel of Hyowon's moans by accident.
Once the earphones were secure and I confirmed no sound leaked, I accepted the video call. Hyowon's face appeared on the screen—her usual refined, composed, elegant beauty.
Ah, so cute.
Hyowon wears pajamas like that, huh. They were simple, nothing revealing or special, but the everyday vibe so different from her uniform settled softly in my chest. I wanted to lie in the same bed as Hyowon in those pajamas, not doing anything, just holding her tight and falling asleep. I indulged in that daydream for a moment.
“My roommate's asleep too, so I won't make any noise. Focus and watch closely. Got it?”
“…Yeah.”
Hyowon's face vanished from the small phone screen. The shaky, unfocused view eventually settled on a full shot of her lower body.
Pink, glistening petals already slick with wetness, looking sweetly inviting. No matter how many times I'd seen it, it drew me in every time. My raging cock screamed to plunge into those petals.
I swallowed dryly and asked in a trembling voice, “B-but… it looks kinda wet already?”
Was it like that since we kissed? …I couldn't bring myself to ask.
As expected, Hyowon growled back. “Shut up. It's not because of you, so don't get the wrong idea. I just prepped a bit beforehand for efficient training.”
…Well, that was kinda questionable in its own way.
Hyowon's delicate fingers began tentatively caressing the petals. For someone who'd boldly offered to masturbate for me, her movements were teasingly slow. It was like she was doing this for the first time. She was acting tough, but showing herself like this had to be nerve-wracking since it was new. The thrill of those tiny habitual tells. The realization that I was surely the only one witnessing this. The superiority of knowing she was doing this embarrassing thing for me.
Hyowon claimed she was only doing it to get stronger. But after seeing her earlier, dazed post-kiss, sticking out her tongue longingly into the air, I knew. She definitely enjoyed sex with me.
Of course, that didn't mean her heart was leaning toward me, but having some advantage was good in itself, right?
“Haaa………… haaa……… nnngh…….”
If I listened very carefully through the earphones, faint moans trickled in. She was suppressing them for her roommate's sake, which only proved how genuine this pleasure was.
The wet schlick, schlick, schlick of her precious place tickled my chest. What started as gentle surface rubbing grew bolder over time. Her fingers slipped inside the petals with a schlop, spreading them open.
Men's cocks get called grotesque, but women's parts aren't exactly prim and proper either. At peak arousal, drooling nectar and devouring fingers, it looked like some creepy separate creature, didn't it? And that's exactly what drew men in.
“…What are you thinking about while touching yourself?”
The curiosity I'd been holding back slipped out. Naturally, Hyowon snapped back.
“Ah, I'm not thinking of anything? You didn't think I was imagining sex with you, nnngh♥ did you? That's pure delusion, idiot!”
“Yeah, maybe… but wouldn't it be more efficient to masturbate while recalling something exciting?”
“Exciting memories? Sex with you isn't particularly excit—”
Her head might not know, but her body was brutally honest. Imagining sex with me made her gush even more nectar, amplifying the schlicking sounds. Her fingers stirred her insides faster, not just thrusting deep and quick, but meticulously stimulating the spots where my cock had felt especially good.
“Hooo, hooo, hoooh….”
Her airy moans grew louder, thick with passion. She's getting excited imagining sex with me. The heat from Hyowon's body and mind transferred to me, doubling the fire.
“…Hyowon's inside must feel amazing.”
I whispered so softly only the phone could hear.
Hyowon, biting her teeth, shot back. “Sh-shut… I didn't ask about that.”
“Just sharing my honest impression. I'm so hard right now it's unbelievable. I want to meet you right now and become one, but I can't—it's killing me.”
“I said shut up!!”
Her strained voice clashed with unrelenting hand movements. Index and middle fingers plunged in white-knuckled, churning her depths, while her thumb rubbed her clit. Schlick, schlick, schlick♥ The lewd water sounds swelled.
This was where qi control shone. I gathered even the faintest sounds to gauge her arousal.
“…Hyowon, does it feel good? Isn't it a bit lacking?”
“Wh-what nonsense. This is plenty.”
“Plenty? And here I thought you could expect way more.”
“…….”
No response. Nailed it.
“…Hyowon. Check the phone screen?”
“Huh? Why?”
“Just do it, no questions.”
After 30 seconds, my phone spat curses. “Hey, you fucking psycho! What the hell is this disgusting shit?!”
“Figured seeing it again like this might help you imagine better.”
Showing my cock on video was embarrassing for me too. But Hyowon was equally exposed masturbating, so fair trade? Sharing shame halves it.
“Die, you pervert fuck! So fucking gross! Your brain must be missing a few circuits, you retard!?”
“Shh… Your roommate's sleeping outside, right? Keep it down.”
“Guh, guuuuh….”
Hyowon went silent, then muttered curses softly. Childish insults slathered thinly over swirling emotions. I'm no masochist, but her abuse felt good, tickling my chest.
Cute.
What fueled her loveliness more was the wet sounds leaking beyond her juvenile swears. She called me trash and hurled every insult, but deep down, she craved sex with me so bad she couldn't hold back her excitement.
Exciting. Different thrill from embracing that soft skin and stuffing my cock into her intricate folds. Unconsciously, I gripped mine and started stroking. My first masturbation since entering the dorm.
“…Haa, haa, haaah, Hyowon's inside feels the best. For real. So… nnngh, I want to stay like this with you forever.”
“Nngh… Y-you're jerking off? So gross. Filthy, retard. Pathetic. Jerking in the dorm bathroom and acting like it's 'my inside'—what bullshit, moron.”
Even her degradation felt good. I knew it wasn't true contempt or anger—just a defense to hide her shame. It felt more real than forced flattery.
“I seriously can't believe this.”
Proving it, the water sounds thickening behind her voice. Her face now filled the screen, furious brows and bitten lip glaring at me, hiding her precious parts.
But that only turned me on more. Schlick-schlick-schlick-schlick♥ Slosh-slosh-slosh-slosh-slosh♥ No coordination needed—our background symphony harmonized. Same direction, speed, rhythm, racing to climax.
I want to kiss her.
Pour my lips onto those I'd already tasted. But I couldn't. That void fueled my final sprint.
Spluuuurt♥ Spurt-spurt-spuuurt♥♥ Spurt♥ Spurt♥ Spluuuurt♥♥
After holding back all day, thick, potent semen erupted. I'd prepped tissues, but… way short. Better clean before my roommate noticed.
“Nngh, hnnnnguuuuh……!!”
Hyowon's muffled moan came through the phone. She'd climaxed around the same time as me. Even in separate spaces, sharing this peak felt profoundly satisfying.
As her panting subsided, Hyowon asked, “…Satisfied?”
“Yeah. Not sure if this sounds weird, but… it was really thick.”
I regretted it instantly. Sounded too pervy?
But her unexpected reply: “Tch… Jerking off alone and satisfied…”
“Huh?”
The call ended. No answer on redial.
…What did that mean?