Chapter 11
Chapter 11
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Translator: crow
Chapter Title: Vegetables Are Good for the Body
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Creak.
I opened the fridge intending to make lunch, but it was utterly empty—such a pathetic sight.
It was a waste of the electricity just keeping the damn thing running.
I could order groceries online, but I preferred to see and pick them out myself, so I got ready to head out.
As I grabbed my bag and stepped out the door, Yoon Hye-yoon was standing in front of the elevator.
She's my neighbor, so ignoring her would be awkward. I greeted her first.
"Hello."
"Oh! Hello."
"Did you resolve that issue with the ghost in your room from last time? Your complexion looks much better."
"Ah... that... Well, it's resolved if you can call it that... but not if you can't..."
Her eyes darted away at the compliment about her complexion, her face flushing slightly.
"...Glad to hear it, at least."
The elevator arrived as our brief exchange ended, and we rode down to the first floor in silence.
"I have to head this way. Take care."
"Yeah, I'm going this way too... Take care."
She was heading toward the university, so she probably had class or some errand.
But that line—'resolved if you can call it that, but not if you can't'...
Pretty suggestive.
Honestly, I had a pretty good idea what she meant.
There's no way she'd hate having help cumming multiple times every night.
From her perspective, I'm probably just a masturbation-assisting ghost tool.
Her resistance to being touched seems mostly gone now, so maybe it's time to take things a step further?
I arrived at the Humplus near my place, bought essentials, and browsed for anything else worth getting.
As I walked along the wall shelves, an interesting section caught my eye.
The vegetable corner.
My pickled brain—thanks to all the hentai—zeroed in on those words and commanded me straight over there.
Cucumbers and eggplants, the classic staples. Perfect ingredients for that lower mouth.
I fondled a few, picked ones the right size, tossed them in my basket one by one, and headed home.
I had no classes today and wanted to relax at home, but I had a group project meeting, so I got ready to go out.
There are plenty of programs for real-time communication like online lectures, but apparently face-to-face is more efficient.
Though the real goal is probably gossiping alongside the work—and I agree that meeting in person gets more done.
I threw on some simple clothes and entered the café near campus where we'd agreed to meet.
Three group members were already seated at a window table, laptops out, chatting away.
They spotted me approaching and greeted me warmly.
"Hye-yoon! Over here~"
"Come on in."
"Hey!"
All three were female classmates from the Department of English Literature.
Given the department's skewed gender ratio of 2:8 male-to-female, random groups often ended up like this.
Once we were all there, we sorted through the materials everyone had prepared.
As we wrapped up the main work, the real gossip session kicked off.
For an hour, topics cycled through department drama, professors, grades, job hunting, and more.
And of course, talk about sex with 19-year-olds was inevitable—it flowed right in.
Honestly, with no experience myself, these topics were a bit intimidating, but my recently spiked curiosity had my ears perked up.
"I wish my boyfriend would foreplay more. He always just gropes my chest sloppily and tries to shove it in. Hate it."
"Ugh, I know that vibe. Stops right when you're starting to get into it."
"I want him to touch every inch, but he only goes for tits and down there. Kinda meh."
The three led the convo, then suddenly turned to quiet me.
'I can guess what's coming...'
"What about you, Hye-yoon? Does your boyfriend take good care of you?"
"Huh!?... Um, I don't have a boyfriend... Actually, I've never done it."
I mumbled my answer, and they gasped in surprise.
"A sweet, pretty girl like you? They're all blind."
"Totally. Bet you get hit on for your number all the time, right?"
Guys did approach me on the street often, but it felt insincere, like they were just testing the waters, so I always turned them down.
When I didn't react much, they dove back into raunchier details among themselves.
"I love when he licks my clitoris. My mind just blanks out."
"That's good, but I prefer when he goes deep inside. That full feeling is pure bliss."
Listening to all this dirty talk had my body heating up.
I felt like I'd get weird if I stayed longer, so I made an excuse about another appointment and hurried home.
The moment I got to my room, I checked down there—my panties were a bit stained.
That conversation, plus the mood, had me stripping and lying on the bed.
But no matter how much I touched, it wasn't like before.
Those thick fingers teasing my clit and insides, twirling my nipples lewdly...
Just once more...
I stimulated my clit half-heartedly and came lightly.
But after days of full-body treatment, it wasn't satisfying at all.
It felt forced. Exhausting, even, with no real pleasure.
I missed that full-body shiver, my back arching on its own, my mind going white.
The ghost that always showed up when I masturbated was nowhere today.
I tried again just in case, but no touch at all.
'You turn my body into this and then don't show? Now I can't even satisfy myself alone...'
I whipped up some fried rice for lunch.
After eating, for some post-meal exercise, I touched the onahole while visualizing her.
She was at her desk, diligently working on homework.
I rubbed my palm between her legs to signal I was here.
She flinched for a second, then spread her legs wider and spoke.
"You finally came? I've been waiting forever..."
From her side, it had been nearly five days, so she welcomed me in a thrilled voice.
Her lips curved up slightly, hips swaying faintly—she was super expectant.
As I kept rubbing her pussy, she told me to hold on and vanished.
Moments later, she returned naked with a towel.
"Um... It's hard to clean up without prepping a towel."
She folded the towel double, draped it over the chair, propped her legs up, and hugged her knees.
From under the desk looking up, I pressed my mouth to her pink pussy.
She must've washed; there was a faint soap scent.
"Smack... slurp... kiss."
"Haah... ngh... Right there, that's good. Press my clit harder with your tongue...♡"
As her insides got wet, I pulled my tongue away.
I grabbed the cucumber from my prepped veggies first.
Teasing the entrance in and out lightly, Shin Ayoung spoke anxiously.
"It's kinda rough... Feels like it's scratching."
Come to think of it, porn usually had them using condoms.
This monster I picked out specially might have to wait for cooking later.
No point forcing it and injuring her inside.
As I rubbed the cucumber along her outer lips without inserting, she fidgeted and pulled a dildo from her drawer.
Since I wasn't using fingers or dick but something else, she thought it was dildo play.
"If... you're looking for a dildo... I have one too...♡"
Her hands gripped it lovingly—she clearly adored the thing.
Feeling oddly annoyed, I grabbed a permanent marker and wrote on her thigh.
"Huh? No... I mean... Ghost, you've been gone for days... I was lonely."
"S-sorry... I got too horny... I'll toss it right away."
At "no dick," Shin Ayoung immediately bowed in apology.
It also meant she preferred mine that much, so I felt pretty good.
Shin Ayoung opened wide, covering the glans with her lips.
Too big to take the shaft, probably.
"Nghmm... nnghbrr... smack..."
While watching her suck, I fetched the rotor I'd bought before.
I slathered some lube on her anal area.
She twitched but didn't resist.
I pushed harder, and it slipped right in.
She clearly hadn't expected anal; she pulled off the dildo mid-suck.
"Nghh!! Pwah... Th-that spot... No... It's dirty... hnnngh..."
The vibrations made her anus spasm rapidly, pussy juice leaking out.
Once she seemed ready, I shoved the waiting eggplant into her lonely pussy.
"Eek... hnnngh...!! Hnng!! Haaaah...♡"
I'd picked one my dick-size, so it probably choked her for a sec.
I thrust it deep, then poked the eggplant lightly.
"Hnnnngh..! Ahhaat... Don't rub inside like thaat.."
I pushed to the hilt, knocking on her cervix.
Pulled out to the entrance, then slammed back in.
"Euuunght..! Too deep... Slower, pleease.."
She'd forgotten to suck the dildo, gripping the chair arms to endure the pleasure.
To wrap it up, I focused on her most reactive spots.
"Ahheet! Eek.. Ngaht, haaang.. Wait, ghost... I'm gonna cum..!"
Sploooosh..!! Whiiiirrr...
Her lower belly clenched so hard the anal vibrator popped out, and she squirted farther than usual.
"Ahaaaaah...! Hiiiit.. Eek..."
She slumped fully against the backrest, legs clenched diamond-shaped, trembling.
"Please... hn... Now... Shove your dick in my melted pussy.."
Still not enough, she spread herself and begged.
"No more putting anything but your dick in my pussy... Pleeease..."
Truth be told, I was throbbing to pound her right then, but I held back—I still wanted something.
"I'll do anything.. I'll be good..."
It was...