Jo Ayoung's Midnight Handjob
"Wh-what are you doing?"
I mumbled in a daze, unable to believe this was really happening.
Seeing my idiotic reaction, Jo Ayoung smirked and squeezed my cock even tighter in her grip.
"What do you think? Finishing what we started earlier—giving you a proper show."
The sensation of her soft palm wrapping around the shaft was nothing like my own hand.
So this is what it feels like to be touched by someone else.
She wasn't even stroking it yet, just holding it, but my cock throbbed and pulsed in her grasp on its own.
"This is a handjob, though. Didn't we already finish earlier?"
"Says who? You think you get to decide when it's over just 'cause you're done? As expected from a virgin—I'm not satisfied yet."
"Then why not say something instead of just... suddenly..."
"Shut up. 'Cause I felt like it."
Ignoring me, Ayoung slowly slid her hand upward.
Squelch.
A lewd sound echoed from the friction where sticky precum was already smeared thick.
"Hngh."
A moan slipped out before I could stop it.
The feel of a woman's hand was more intense than any pleasure I'd ever known.
Waves of ecstasy hit me, making my hips tremble uncontrollably.
"Whoa, perv otaku. Listen to those disgusting noises. Feels good, huh?"
Squelch, squelch.
With her signature mischievous grin, Ayoung kept working her hand.
Her eyes stayed glued to my cock, refusing to look away.
"Fuck, this is insane. My fingers won't even meet around it. A pig like you carrying around a monster dick like this—did all your genes go straight to your cock?"
She poked and prodded it like a fascinating new toy, inspecting every inch.
Her strokes never stopped.
It was just simple up-and-down motions, but skin that had only ever known my own hand or silicone toys my whole life was quivering helplessly under this unfamiliar touch.
Caught between shame and bliss, I bit my lower lip hard to swallow my moans.
"K-keep your voice down. The others might hear."
The scolding whisper escaped me without thinking.
It was pure desire slipping out—I didn't want this dreamlike moment interrupted like before.
And Ayoung was the last girl to miss something like that.
"Why? Scared the girls will hear and it'll end like last time? Must feel fucking amazing, huh? You want me to keep going? Yeah? Losing your mind over a handjob?"
Squelch-squelch-squelch-squelch.
Her pace picked up, sending the pleasure surging in sync.
My brain's melting. Slow down, just a little...
I couldn't beg out loud—I just clutched the blanket tight.
Deep down, I didn't want her to stop.
Glancing at my clenched fists, she flashed a devilish smile, halted her stroking hand abruptly, and opened her mouth.
A thick string of her saliva dripped onto my cock.
That was the source of those lewd sounds from earlier. No wonder it felt so slick.
"Bleh—perv otaku. You say it feels good, but where's the precum? It's drying out—handjobs aren't fun like this."
"I'm just nervous, that's all. Precum dries fast when it hits the air anyway..."
"Bullshit. It's 'cause your cock's so fucking huge it doesn't fit in my hand properly. If you get it, then squirt out a ton of precum, you dickhead."
Grumbling, she expertly smeared her spit over the tip.
The gentle twisting and rolling sent my glans twitching, spurting out globs of clear fluid.
This is too much. Why's the stimulation so intense?
"There we go. Good boy. Now it's responding."
"Ngh... You said earlier this was your first time seeing a cock. How are you so good at this?"
The way she swirled her fingers teasing the ridge and slit—it was impossible to believe this was a beginner's touch.
Did I misjudge? Does Ayoung have a ton of experience?
Was I the idiot for buying her story that a flashy delinquent like her was still a virgin?
"...Shut up. I was just flustered earlier. How's it feel? Bet you're about to blow already, right?"
Looking triumphant, Ayoung relentlessly rubbed around the head.
Sweeping her fingers up to gather it, then gripping the tip and twisting.
Ugh. Too strong. At this rate, I'll cum way too soon.
"J-just stroke the whole thing more evenly. Not just the head."
"Huh? Isn't the head the best part?"
She looked puzzled but obediently released the glans and slid her hand down the shaft as I asked.
Phew, crisis averted. Almost blew like a premature loser.
Showing her I couldn't last minutes would've meant endless teasing forever.
Hold out. I want to savor this pleasure longer.
Squelch, squelch.
Her hand glided over the shaft again, filling the room with the obscene friction of spit and precum.
My brain buzzed with electric bliss as I gazed down hazily at her buried between my legs.
Ayoung rested her soft cheek on my thigh, her face a mix of focus, curiosity, and excitement—like a kid studying a weird bug.
"...What the hell are you doing in the middle of the night?"
Maybe because the initial shock had worn off, I'd gotten used enough to her strokes to speak.
It still made my waist shake, though.
"You like it, so what's the problem? Want me to stop?"
"No, keep going."
At my honest reply, she glanced up at my face, then back down with a curled smirk.
"If it's good, just sit still. Chatty perv otaku."
I had no clue how to keep a conversation going in a situation like this—my first ever.
Jo Ayoung giving me a handjob. A fantasy come true.
Her touch was so obsessive, tracing every vein, watching my cock twitch in response.
"Ngh."
Whenever I reacted, she'd glance at my face and smirk.
Fuck, she's making me so pissed off. I wanna pin her down and fuck her brains out right now.
But no, I should just take the handjob like a good boy.
Amid the pleasure and urges, my role was to tremble and hold on.
Can I touch her too?
Isn't it unfair if only she touches me? This was supposed to be a show-and-tell extension. Mutual's fair, right?
Suddenly, the image of her pristine pussy from earlier flashed in my mind, making my cock twitch.
"Oh? You like that spot?"
She peered up sharply at my reaction.
"Y-yeah, keep doing that."
"Heh, honest one."
Squelp, slurp.
Her grip tightened, her thumb rubbing right under the sensitive head.
Fuck it. Just surrender to this unreal pleasure for now.
Ayoung was so fickle—if I pushed too hard and pissed her off, who knows what she'd do.
This wasn't just about the handjob; my life could end.
"Ugh...!"
A squeezing jolt of pleasure shot up my spine.
Her careful strokes, always checking my face, felt awkward compared to her earlier expert glans work.
Guess that was all bravado. She'd probably practiced that one move somewhere.
"You're good at this."
"Right?"
One compliment and her head snapped up.
"Earlier I was just thrown off—that's my real skill. Got it?"
She grinned cockily, shrugging her shoulders.
I wasn't sure it was worth getting so competitive over, but whatever.
She must've been salty about fumbling earlier in the day.
I'll play along.
"As expected, Ayoung's got tons of experience."
"Huh? Uh, yeah. Totally. Guys usually blow their load from one touch of my... technique. If your size wasn't such a freak first for me, you'd be done already."
She rolled her eyes, spouting lame excuses.
Obvious lie.
Why pretend to be a slut? Being pure should be better, right?
This idiot's delinquent life must've warped her thinking.
Still, no need to call out the girl jerking me off.
"Yeah, so keep going."
"Huh? Oh. Right. You... last pretty long. Is it 'cause your cock's so big it's less sensitive?"
She fumbled to restart her strokes while talking, eyes dropping down.
Her ear tips glowed red in the moonlight.
Was she always this cute?
Squelp. Slurp.
Her pace had slowed a bit since the start.
The sight of her cheek on my thigh while shaking my cock was hot, but facing each other like this added a whole new thrill.
Especially her flushed, awkwardly averted face—it satisfied me more than the pleasure in my dick.
"Why won't you cum already? Getting boring."
"I'm holding back. Feels too good."
"Ah, don't hold it—blow already. My wrist's starting to hurt."
A little praise and her shaky voice turned smug as she ramped up the speed again.
"Ngh."
Couldn't hold much longer now.
For a 21-year virgin's first woman's touch, I'd done my best.
"Gonna cum!"
"Yeah, cum."
One hand blocked the tip while the other pistoned the shaft like mad.
Then she twisted the head for the final push.
"Grrah!"
Spurt-spurt-splurt!
"Ah."
The explosive cumshot—perfect word for it—was caught by Ayoung's quick grip on the tip.
The most intense orgasm of my life.
My brain melted for sure. Vision flashed white.
Cum leaked through her fingers, arcing toward her face.
"Kyaa!"
She jerked her head away, but some splattered untouched on her cheek and near her lips.
White fluid trickling down her face.
Bukake. Hotter than I imagined. Next time, I wanna cover her whole face.
"S-sorry. Let me wipe it off."
I grabbed tissues from the nightstand and reached for her face.
Ayoung kept her eyes shut in the same position, waiting.
Her breath tickled my hand as I wiped.
"...You animal. Cumming buckets like that. Felt that good?"
As I gently cleaned her eyelids, she squinted and glared.
"Y-yeah, insanely. Never came this much before."
"Really?"
She seemed pleased.
Smiling faintly, she ignored the tissues and licked a bit of cum off her soaked hand.
Whoa, fuck. She eats cum too? Insane.
"Ew."
Her brows furrowed in unexpected distaste.
But she hid it, bluffing hard.
"Pig. Eat a balanced diet. All that meat and fat makes your cum so fishy."
"...Not like what you expected?"
"O-of course! Normal cum isn't this gross! Yours is full of fatty flavor!"
Lick.
She said that but licked her finger again.
This time sniffing it first, nose wrinkling.
That sight revived my cock, forgetting it'd just cum.
"Stop that and wipe it off. It'll soak in."
"F-fine! I'll wash up. You wipe your dick with that."
At my offhand comment, she hid her hand and bolted from the room.
One orgasm and she's snapping back to reality?
Wait, I was the one who came. Why's she crashing?
"Was gonna ask for a cleanup blowjob..."
Isn't it common sense for girls to clean up after?
Of course, if she'd stayed, I wouldn't have dared ask.
I could already picture her kicking me in rage.
Maybe I should be grateful she left quietly.
"Still... that was amazing."
My first handjob. First quasi-sex.
From a girl who'd treated me like less than human for years.
This counts as losing my virginity for real, right?
I didn't fully savor the thrill in my half-dreamy state, but it'll be unforgettable.
"Was it a dream?"
I pinched my thigh while wiping my cum-soaked cock.
No need to check.
Damn.
Is spring finally coming to my life?
Handjob with Ayoung unlocked—next up, real sex and mouth pussy action?
"Gotta toss the onahole."
After real pussy texture, my cock won't settle for silicone anymore.
Can't believe it. Me, going through this. Maybe Ayoung and I will go all the way...
"...Can't stop thinking."
Getting ahead of myself.
She's at fault for doing this to a guy who dreams of marriage from eye contact.
So endure me fantasizing about four kids already.
As I daydreamed a pink future and roughly straightened the cum-stained sheets, the blanket near my feet was damp.
A small stain. Did cum splash this far?
Wiping it with tissue, it oddly lacked that musky night-flower scent.
Bzzzzt.
No time to wonder—my phone vibrated by the pillow.
Screen showed [Work].
"Time flies."
I tidied the blanket haphazardly, got up, and headed to the bathroom.
Ayoung must've washed up and gone to her room— it was empty.
"What. Didn't even wash?"
The sink was dry.
Then why refuse when I offered to wipe her?
Not sticky?
Whatever. Time to prep for work.
Ayoung's weirdness isn't new.
***
My body felt light.
One of humanity's big three needs, huh.
After 20 years of pent-up frustration released, the world looks so different.
Feels like today's gonna be great.
"Ugh, spring's almost here and it's still freezing."
Wait, isn't March spring?
The earth's going mad.
Humanity's doomed by climate change soon.
A doomsayer like me's dream future. But not anymore.
"Just when my life's blooming. Can't end yet."
Hold on a bit longer. At least till I lose my virginity proper.
I muttered to myself walking to the convenience store nearby.
Truth is, being a rich NEET's everyone's dream.
So why does a guy with the cash keep slaving at a conbini? Simple.
Ding-a-ling.
"Welcome."
A clear, bright voice tickled my ears as I opened the door.
"Ah, sunbae. You're early?"
Lee Harin. That's why.