Chapter 125
Chapter 125
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Translator: crow
Chapter Title: Breaking the Poker Face
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First week of vacation.
With no classes or assignments, every day felt twice as long.
Lying in bed spacing out, I headed to my desk. I'd been craving a game after so long.
Hit execute, and it automatically started downloading.
Hadn't logged in for a while, so there must've been an update.
An insane file size that made me doubt my eyes.
Not even a fresh install—what the hell kind of bolt from the blue was this?
I clicked on the nearby patch notes. Skimming through, it mentioned a massive update.
Gigabit internet would've finished it in a flash, but this building only had 100MB LAN, so it would take forever.
"Nothing else to do right now..."
Clicking around aimlessly with the mouse, I spotted a folder tucked in the corner of my desktop.
[Recording]
It was the folder where I'd saved Han Heejin's masturbation stream from last time. Peeking inside, there was an hour-long video.
I'd planned to edit some hot clips and send them in a message, but finals had come up, along with a bunch of other stuff, so I'd put it off.
With time to kill, I figured I'd do it now.
Opened the video, and there was Han Heejin immediately fondling her nipples.
Her head tilting back farther with each finger movement, her moans growing louder.
I fast-forwarded in 10-second bursts to skim the content.
Maybe because I'd secretly slathered on oil, there were tons of scenes where she kept teasing her nipples even after climaxing.
Tap... tap... tap.
Pounding the right arrow key, I finally hit the section where the viewpoint shifted.
Her glistening blonde pubic hair matching her head, her pussy clenched tight.
Well, not completely closed—her body was too relaxed for that.
Looking closer, the hole was twitching slightly, like it was seeking something to fill the empty space.
Her hand responded, slipping inside.
Shallow insertion to the second knuckle to check the state of her insides, then her fingers started moving in earnest for masturbation.
"Ahng...! Uhng... Everyone watching? Na... Today I won't be able to check the chat... so forgive me."
Legs spread wide, intense motions splashing her juices everywhere.
It was so rough I wondered if her hymen would tear.
"Huaak... Ngheung...! Heup... Cumming... cumming cumming cum...ming...!"
She must've been holding back a ton—pussy climax in just two minutes.
Precisely 1 minute 47 seconds.
She didn't pull her hand out, just let out ragged breaths.
Slumped against the chair back for a short rest, then she started twitching and resumed masturbating bit by bit.
"Plenty of good footage. Fucking arousing too."
I groped my swollen dick while editing, completely forgetting about the game.
Finished up and transferred the file to my phone.
Rather than send it right away, I wanted to see her reaction in person at work. Planned to send it from the convenience store later.
Time flew by to 8 p.m.
Two hours after greeting Han Heejin and Han Chae-ah and starting my shift.
Rush hour was over, leaving some downtime.
Just like always: Han Heejin sitting in the chair on her phone, me standing around blankly.
Sidelong glances at her, gauging the right timing.
"Heejin-ssi. I'll go tidy the storage room."
"Huh? Oh, sure. Thanks. I'll watch the counter."
She replied indifferently without taking her eyes off her phone.
Truth be told, I'd had a gram of hesitation about whether to go through with it just moments ago—but her attitude sealed the deal.
I slipped into the storage room and sat in the corner.
Opened Twitter, logged into the burner account, and clicked her secret profile.
Nipple-teasing GIF, pussy-probing GIF, squirting climax photo.
Sent all three, then I pulled the wireless-connected onahole from my bag.
Brought it specially to observe Han Heejin in real-time voyeur mode.
Holding it outright would look suspicious, so I clipped it to my pant leg instead to secure it.
Her image popped up. She hadn't checked my message yet—still a calm expression.
Makes sense; she seemed engrossed in some video and hadn't bothered.
Decided to wait until it ended.
Moments later, she flipped her horizontally held phone back to normal.
Then tapped the notification in the status bar.
"Eek...!"
Her poker face shattered.
Seeing her face flushed with panic felt great. Like I'd unlocked some major achievement.
Han Heejin glanced around, then hid her phone as low as possible.
She viewed each clip one by one, then started typing.
The moment I said her name, her hand froze.
Eyes wide open, like she couldn't believe that one line.
Now she grasped the gravity—her expression completely stiffened.
To an outsider, it'd just look like she was pissed.
I sent the reply and touched the clit attachment on the onahole.
"Huek...! Wha... what."
Han Heejin slipped her hand between her inner thighs and clamped her legs shut.
Instinct to protect her precious spot—but useless against this onahole.
I lightly pressed and toyed, savoring her reactions. That utterly clueless expression.
Her gritted teeth made me want to torment her more.
I spread the skin covering her clit wide on both sides. Stuck my tongue to the cutely hidden nub.
"Uheup...! Wha... what."
Started licking with plenty of saliva, and her trembling intensified.
Unable to believe the situation, she unbuttoned her pants and shoved her hand inside.
But all she felt was her soaked clit and panties.
She couldn't find the offending object.
Why? She should've manned up properly at work.
Always glued to her phone—divine retribution.
Han Heejin relaxed her strained eyes. She'd realized she couldn't resist me no matter what.
Really nothing. Being a sadist, I just enjoyed messing with her.
She seemed pretty popular on her stripping stream, so ideas were bubbling up.
But for today, I'd just reveal my existence and wrap it up.
To crush her lingering defiance, I slid one finger into her pussy.
Tense as she was, her vaginal walls felt rigidly tight.
"Huu... wait...!"
Slowly stroked her inner walls, pushing deeper.
Two knuckles in, and she suddenly clamped down hard on my finger.
A squeeze like "no further," desperately guarding something.
Final line dropped, I stowed the onahole in my bag.
Seemed I'd been in the storage room longer than expected, so I pretended to work hard—filled a basket with stuff and headed out.
Pretending to stock shelves in a spot with a clear view of the counter, I sneaked a peek at her.
Han Heejin, head hung low.
Obviously still scrolling through our chat.
I set down the basket and approached her.
"You okay? You look pale."
"Y-...yes!? N-no... it's nothing. Go do your thing."
Hastily hiding her phone and stammering—it was quite the sight.
I chuckled inwardly and returned to the shelves.
Hoping closing time would hurry up.