Chapter 293
Chapter 293
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Translator: crow
Chapter Title: Hands-On Review
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This fearless celebrity... what the hell?
Even with the risk to her chastity, heading into a guy's place at 11 PM?
Does she trust that I wouldn't pull any shady moves?
I stared at Park Seoyoon's face after she blurted out that bombshell.
Far from trust, her clear eyes were filled with suspicion toward me.
I'd only said this morning that I wouldn't use it, and now this? My credibility must be in the gutter.
Disappointing.
'If she trusted me from the start, she wouldn't have been waiting in front of the convenience store.'
The sin of doubting a friend. She needs a little punishment for that.
I flashed my best customer-service smile and gave her the green light.
"Alright. Come on in."
"Just so there's no misunderstanding—I'm only here out of pure curiosity. No ulterior motives, I swear."
"I know. You're just looking out for your friend."
"I won't stay long, so don't worry."
Who said I was the one worrying?
I shrugged and punched in the code.
Beep.
I stepped in first and flipped on the lights.
Park Seoyoon followed, squinting at the suddenly bright interior.
Once her eyes adjusted, she widened them and whipped her head around.
"Whoa... a single guy living alone, and it's spotless? That's unexpected."
"What, did you think my usual image meant I'd be shocked by this?"
"I figured there'd be women's panties strewn across the bed or toys scattered on the floor."
She's totally ribbing me about hearing moans all the time, isn't she?
I glared at her, bold as brass even in the tiger's den.
Sensing the shift in mood, she waved it off with a laugh.
"Kidding. Totally kidding. But seriously, it's clean. I half-expected soda cans or unwashed clothes everywhere."
"I'm good at self-care, so I keep things tidy."
"Impressive. I like clean guys."
I set my bag down and plopped on the bed. Park Seoyoon casually took a seat in the chair.
She scanned the desk, then spun around.
"So, where's the thing?"
"Acting like I'm holding it for you. Second drawer down there."
"Can I open it?"
"I'll get it."
That's where I stash the rotors and other adult toys—not exactly show-and-tell material.
I slid my hand in just far enough to grab the onahole.
"Here."
"Whoa... so this is what it looks like."
I sat on the floor and handed it over. She hurriedly settled across from me.
She reached out tentatively at first, but once nothing happened, she started inspecting it properly.
"So guys use this to jerk off solo?"
"Yeah."
Park Seoyoon poked and prodded it like an archaeologist with a rare artifact.
She examined the exterior thoroughly, but her gaze lingered longest on the hole.
"It kinda looks similar... but something's off. It's different."
She tilted her head, face saying, Why doesn't it look exactly like mine?
Of course not—I hadn't connected it yet.
I was dying to tease her, but satisfying her curiosity came first.
We had plenty of time, so I leaned back leisurely.
"Hmm..."
A moment later, she held the hole under the fluorescent light, spreading it with her fingers.
She brought it close, peering at the dry interior.
Her eyes darted around for a bit.
It didn't match her imagination, and she let out a low groan.
"Weird."
"What's weird?"
"You know... just a feeling."
She pondered without giving me the answer.
Suddenly, like she'd figured something out, she shoved the onahole at me.
"Here."
"Done looking?"
"Yeah."
She tapped my arm, signaling me to take it quick.
From her reaction, she'd guessed how to activate it.
Like how the dildo only works after direct contact.
Otherwise, no way she'd hand back something linked to her body so casually.
Playing dumb, I took the onahole and decided it was go time.
I gripped it so the hole faced her clearly, then linked it to Park Seoyoon.
"Wha—what!?"
Watching the shape change in real time, she yelped in shock.
Her mouth hung open, speechless.
"What's wrong?"
"...Nothing. Just..."
Once the connection finished, I gripped it properly.
I rested my index finger on the tense clit and said casually,
"You were just surprised 'cause it's your first onahole. Nothing that special."
"Haah...!"
Her body jolted instantly.
I ignored it, fully extracting the soft pink clit from its hood.
Gently circling the still-firm nub, she bit her lip and dropped her hand between her legs.
"Even if it looks just like the real thing, it's still a toy. Honestly, no thrill even as a gift."
"Hng... uh... ah... r-really?"
She twitched and moaned, but my words irked her—she glared.
"Ugh... haa... no thrill? Isn't it pretty cute, though?"
"Clean, sure. But I prefer my girlfriend's—way prettier..."
Zing.
Look at her glaring, jealous even compared to someone else.
Can't yield on this, huh?
Jackpot tease spot found.
Time to dig in.
"Ha-ut...! Last call, you said it was fine. Tight grip and all..."
"Tight? It's an onahole—it's supposed to be tight. That's the point."
"But don't they vary? I heard internals differ... haat... vacuum ones, textures..."
"This one's decent, but when I tried it before, it didn't beat the real thing."
"...Check again."
Her voice turned firm, face hardening.
I'd scratched her pride too hard.
'Her face says it all—what she's thinking.'
I'm a virgin; no way my grip's worse than some slut who's been around.
Exactly.
She'd given permission, so legally groping her pussy time.
"Still just a toy."
I murmured low, grabbing the lube from the desk.
As clear liquid pooled on my finger, she gulped.
Gulp... gulp...
I pressed and pulled my finger, giving her one last out.
No reaction to the sticky strand, so I approached the onahole.
"Hngh!"
Just the tip touching, and she reacted fiercely.
To heat her up, I delayed insertion, stroking the labia and surroundings softly.
"Haa... uh... why touch an onahole like that?"
"Heard you gotta lube it up thoroughly and take time for the inside to loosen. Same as prepping a girlfriend."
"Same as... for your girlfriend...?"
Her eyes changed.
The quivering entrance clamped shut like a fortress.
Think that stops me?
I slid my middle finger right in.
"Haaahk..."
Hot walls crushed my finger like a vice.
I twisted to spread the lube evenly, then added my index.
"Haaaang...! Ha-ut..."
Unable to hold back, she turned her head and covered her mouth.
"Warmer than expected—probably 'cause I prepped it."
"R-right? Even as a tool for getting off, it has to grip good...!"
Feeling it slicken, I slowly scraped the vaginal folds.
Pressing the walls occasionally, she'd arch her back with quiet breaths.
'Watching reactions up close is the best.'
I made wet squelching sounds loud on purpose, teasing her insides for a good while.
The initial tight squeeze loosened over time, comfortably wrapping my fingers.
Now it contracted and relaxed in sync with my strokes.
'But she's not stopping me?'
She came to monitor if I'd use the onahole, but now she's letting me finger her.
I figured she'd watch, but not this.
Thought she'd bail midway or make me stop.
Or maybe some reason she can't.
'Wanted to see how it's done herself? Or scared her reactions would give away the link?'
But now that she's here, no letting her off easy.
I steadily caressed the tightening walls, side-eyeing Park Seoyoon desperately hiding her trembling thighs.
Her reactions screamed she'd cum in under a minute.
I sloshed my fingers stickier; she staggered to her feet.
"Hng... uh... Woojin, haa... bathroom break, quick..."
"Go ahead."
Wanted to watch her squirt live, but too soon.
I nodded as she pressed her lower belly lightly, switching to the mental feed.
Click.
Door shut, she yanked down her soaked panties.
Pungent arousal wafted; she collapsed onto the toilet, fluids dripping.
Her composed face in front of me melted instantly.
The familiar ecstasy-twisted expression.
"Ha-ut... he's so experienced... how does he know exactly where I feel it..."
Her spread legs exposed her swollen pussy raw.
The hole, gaping finger-width, oozed clear juice.
She moaned sporadically, staring at the door.
"He couldn't know... it's linked to me, right? Why's he so serious with that onahole?"
Guilty twinge, but excuses prepped.
To stop her overthinking, I ramped up speed.
Soon her torso pitched forward.
Tidal squirt blasted into the bowl.
Spurt... spiiiish...
"Hnggggut...! Haahng... haa..."
Way blissed out more than solo sessions.
'Damn, that's hot.'
I got hard without thinking.
Anyone wouldn't with that view.
I poked her pussy a few more times, then withdrew.
Quick wipe-up with tissue; she emerged flushed.
"So, verdict? This onahole usable?"
"Kinda weird, but performs great. Squeezes nice and tight inside."
Honest review.
She smiled satisfied, but it flipped to realization.
She scanned me top to bottom, freezing midway.
Right at my bulging pants.
'Jealousy blinded her—proved the onahole felt good, to her detriment.'
Her paling face screamed her thoughts.
Great onahole feel. Late night. Hard dick.
What combo is that?
I shifted to show it off better.
Her eyes followed.
Silent standoff for a beat.
Park Seoyoon reached out first, awkward chuckle.
"It's grown, huh?"
"This thing turned me on more than expected. Sorry, time to head home."
"Oh?"
She sighed like no choice, heading to the shoe rack—but whirled back.
"Should I back off... one step?"