Cha Eun-jung's Remote Pussy Management

"Seon-ah, you need to wake up."

"Mmm…. Just five more minutes…."

"Aren't you going to the Academy?" The sunlight stabbed at my eyelids while a hand gripped my shoulder and shook it firmly.

"Seon-ah, you have to get up and wash right now."

"…I want to rest today." I shook my head without opening my eyes and burrowed deeper into the blankets. My waist ached from being tangled up with Han-na until late last night, and the exhaustion was so heavy my eyes refused to open. It had been a while; I deserved a self-imposed day off….

"Are you that tired…?" Han-na's worried voice made my eyelids flutter open. Her golden-blonde hair sparkled in the sunlight, her eyes sharp yet filled with boundless kindness.

…Lying together in bed like this in the morning, we really look like a newly married couple. The silly thought drifted through my mind as I wrapped my arms around her neck.

"I'm just really sleepy…. I need more rest."

"What about attendance?"

"I don't know." I hadn't been studying properly this semester anyway, so missing one day wouldn't matter.

"…All right. I'll buy something on the way back after the Academy ends."

"Okay."

Han-na planted a quick kiss on my cheek and left for the Academy at once.

…Being left alone felt a little lonely. The feeling lasted only a moment before my heavy eyelids won out and I slipped back into the world of dreams.

…. ….

When I opened my eyes again, it was a little past one in the afternoon. Savoring the rare luxury of sleeping in on a weekday, I checked my phone and found several missed calls from Eun-jung.

Oh, right. I hadn't told her. Han-na had probably explained everything during lunch, but I decided to call her myself anyway.

I froze. I was supposed to receive the Test from Eun-jung at the Academy, but by skipping today it now looked as if I'd willfully refused it.

"S-sorry. I completely forgot…."

"It's fine. We can make up for it now."

"…Huh?"

The call ended with a click, only for her to call back immediately. …This time it was a video call.

"Eun-jung…."

Since she couldn't test me in person, she was going to handle it remotely. I frantically peeled off my pajamas and presented my naked body to the camera.

"Sit with your legs spread, push your pussy forward, and show it to the camera."

I planted my bottom on the floor and spread my legs wide in an M-shape exactly as ordered. With trembling hands I angled the phone downward, displaying my pussy to Eun-jung.

"…You're already wet?"

"…."

"Set the phone so it keeps filming your pussy, then use both hands to spread your lips."

"…Okay."

I fetched the phone stand, positioned it to face me, then sat down and pried my tightly closed pussy lips apart with both hands. A wet schlop sounded as my glistening inner folds were laid completely bare, slick with sticky nectar.

The chatter from my classmates beyond the screen ignited my shame, yet the humiliation only stoked the fire burning inside my body even hotter.

"Keep your left hand spreading the lips and caress the inside with your right."

"Hngh… l-like this?"

I held my folds open with my left index and middle fingers while my right hand—index, middle, and ring pressed together—stroked the drenched inner flesh. Sticky strands of nectar clung to my fingers and stretched with every pass, filling the air with wet, obscene sounds.

"Huu… huuuh…."

Gently caressing the hypersensitive walls of a pussy already aching from being watched by my friends sent slow, tingling waves of pleasure rising through me. Small moans slipped from between my lips as I leaned back against the bed ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠and kept stroking without pause.

"All right, remove your hand and show us exactly how wet you are."

"Okay…."

I spread my thighs wider and lifted my right hand away. Thick strands of nectar stretched from my fingers while the camera captured my inner folds glistening with a milky sheen.

"Incredibly wet from just a ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠little caressing?"

"…."

"Did it feel good?"

"…Yes."

For a second I wondered if I should lie for the sake of the Test, but with my pussy already soaked there was no point. I answered honestly.

"That's good to hear. Your friends are relieved you're properly enjoying it."

"…."

"Next, raise your right index finger and place it against your entrance."

My ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠heart hammered at the words I'd been waiting for. I could already feel my inner walls clenching hard as I touched the tip of my finger to the twitching hole. The entrance began to pulse greedily, as if desperate to swallow the digit right away.

No… I have to follow Eun-jung's orders….

"Don't insert it yet. Just trace slow circles around the entrance until I tell you to stop."

Feeling their eyes on me through the screen, I moved my finger with deliberate slowness.

"Haaah…."

I circled the desperate, fluttering hole without ever giving it what it craved, teasing it mercilessly. The perverted thrill of displaying my greedily twitching entrance to every classmate made my head spin. I tried to keep the movement as slow as possible, yet—

"Ah, hngh, huuu…."

The circling grew faster on its own. The faint, maddening pleasure stacked higher and higher until it became impossible to ignore. My hips began to rise involuntarily, lips parting in a soft gasp.

"Stop."

The instant Eun-jung's command reached me my finger froze. My pussy, denied at the edge of climax, twitched and drooled with frustration.

"You may insert your finger now. Only one knuckle."

"Huuuk…!"

I straightened my middle finger and pushed the tip inside. A thick, wet sound accompanied the penetration. After all that teasing, even a single knuckle made my hips jerk upward sharply.

"Report the sensation."

"Huu…. The walls are so hot… and slippery…. My nectar keeps flowing down your finger…. It's so sticky…."

"Good. Hold that position for twenty seconds."

"Okay…."

In the silent room, with no further instructions from Eun-jung, the wait quickly became unbearable. The thought of thrusting deep and pounding until I came over and over spun through my mind on an endless loop. But this was a test, not masturbation. I had to endure until she gave the next order.

I tracked the second hand's lazy tick-tock with obsessive focus.

…Eighteen. …Nineteen. …Twenty.

"Now push your finger in slowly, little by little. No rushing."

The moment the command came I slid my finger deeper, savoring every ridge and fold, every tiny jolt of pleasure that came with the penetration.

"Keep describing how it feels."

"Huu… every time my fingertip catches on a fold it sends sparks through me… and my pussy squeezes so tight…. The way the inside rubs against my finger feels so good…."

"All the way to the root."

I sank the finger deeper into the narrow, clutching tunnel. The walls, slick and viscous, parted reluctantly until my palm pressed flush against my pussy and could go no farther. I waited, feeling the long digit buried inside me, for Eun-jung's next words.

"I'm going to move it five times now."

"Five times…?"

"Too many? Shall I lower the count?"

"Ah, no!"

Fearing she might reduce the number, I quickly pulled my finger free. Only the tip remained at my entrance, the entire digit now coated in cloudy nectar. The thought ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠that Eun-jung and every classmate could see it made my mind reel with dizzy heat, and my pussy clenched hard.

"One."

"Ha, haaang…!"

I drove my finger in with force. As it withdrew, the walls that had tightened again were dragged along my fingertip, and my hips bucked into the air on their own.

"Ah, ngh…."

The pleasure I'd finally earned after so much teasing was far more intense than usual. Being watched remotely by my friends while obeying Eun-jung's every command turned even this simple thrust into something that nearly made me cum on the spot.

"Pull out again. Two."

"Twooo…."

The walls clung desperately as I forced my finger free, then I slammed it back in deep with a wet pop.

"Huuuk…!"

My palm slapped against my swollen, protruding clit. My vision blurred and my whole body shook. The sudden clitoral climax made nectar gush from my drenched folds in heavy spurts.

Ah…. This feels way too good…. I shouldn't let them see me like this….

"Three."

"Threeee…!"

My finger was already sliding out again under Eun-jung's order. Then—

"Haaauuuuk…!"

I lifted my hips as if presenting my pussy to the camera and came hard, love juice pouring out like a waterfall. I convulsed in ecstasy for a long moment before all strength left me and I collapsed.

My lower body landed in the puddle of nectar with a loud splash, but I no longer had the energy to care.

"The fourth and fifth will be consecutive. Prepare yourself."

My mind wanted to rest, but my finger pulled free on its own with a lewd sound. I stared at the digit glistening with my obscene juices, swallowed hard, and waited.

"Begin."

"Fourrr…!"

I came again midway through the thrust. Moments later the finger slammed to the hilt and another climax crashed through me. Fireworks burst behind my eyes, my jaw trembled, and my waist arched like a bridge. The camera captured everything—the long strands of nectar dripping from my twitching entrance and falling onto the floor in heavy drops.

"Fiveee…."

With a slurred cry I pulled my finger free. It felt burning hot after escaping the spasming walls. I drove it back in with far more force than before, slamming down as if trying to pierce straight through my pussy.

"……………!!"

My body convulsed violently, bending backward. Wordless screams tore from my throat. My pussy clamped down on the finger as if it would snap it in two while a clear liquid sprayed from my urethra like a fountain. Violent ecstasy burned through every nerve until my mind went white.

"Hngh, haa, haa… haa…."

Only after the final waves of climax receded could I brace my hand on the floor and sit upright again.

I had only been penetrated five times, yet I'd cum this hard….

"You handled that pussy climax very well, didn't you?"

Eun-jung tried to look composed, but her cheeks were faintly flushed as she stared at me. Was she embarrassed that her friends had seen such a pathetic, needy pussy? My own face burned with shame as I nodded.

"Good. Lunch-time pussy management is now complete…."

"…Huh?"

"I won't be able to give you instructions during class, so you'll record a video yourself and upload it to the class SNS. You remember the account, right?"

"Ah, yes…."

More pussy masturbation…? I swallowed dryly and looked down. My lewd folds, smeared with cloudy nectar and radiating a thick, obscene scent, still twitched as if begging for more.

"Seon-ah. Pussy management is over, so you should greet your friends properly."

At Eun-jung's words I lifted my head toward the phone, now soaked with my squirt. I spread my pussy lips wide with both hands so they could clearly see how thoroughly satisfied I was, exposing my drenched inner flesh, and spoke in a sweet, submissive voice.

"Thank you for watching my pussy management until the very end…♡"