Chapter 294
Chapter 294
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Translator: crow
Chapter Title: No Escape from the Onahole
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She'll let me cum once? Even if the sky came crashing down, I had to accept that unconditionally.
"That's why I like girls who make quick decisions."
In that brief moment, she'd taken one look at my swollen cock and the onahole I was holding hostage and jumped straight to that conclusion.
I widened my eyes at her, putting on an innocent expression like I had no such intentions at all, while fighting back a grin.
Then I deliberately stammered my words.
"W-what... what did you say?"
"Exactly what you heard. No deeper meaning. Just think of it as practice ahead of time."
"Practice?"
"I told you before, right? Someone's groping you all over, making you cum anywhere. If that happens out in public, I've gotta handle it, so I can't afford to fumble."
I'd never said anything like that.
Anyone hearing it would think I couldn't even control my own bladder.
"So, you're saying we practice to get you used to it in advance?"
"Exactly. The quicker you make me cum, the quicker you get relief. Win-win for both of us."
The reasoning was a bit off, but the outcome was good, so it was fine.
With her silent permission, Park Seoyoon approached with a resigned look on her face.
She sat beside me, wafting a pleasant scent.
But she didn't make any further moves, just fidgeting awkwardly.
Her eyes darted between my bulging pants and the side of my face.
Should she take them off entirely, or just unzip and pull it out? She was clearly agonizing over it.
She'd come this far confidently, but now she had no idea what to do next.
"No experience, so she can't go further on her own."
Now it was my turn to take the lead.
I leaned back against the bed and took off my pants.
Park Seoyoon, who'd been waiting quietly, let out a small gasp at the sight of my cock standing even taller.
"...It's seriously huge. Are you even human?"
"I hear that a lot."
"A lot?"
"Just saying. You think I go around flashing people to brag?"
"Maybe you do."
What kind of image of me was floating around in her head?
I ignored her suspicious glare and pulled down my underwear too.
As my upright cock sprang free, she fixed it with a heated gaze.
Especially the throbbing, swollen head—she couldn't tear her eyes away.
She'd been sneaking peeks all this time, so it must've been frustrating. Now she could stare openly, so it was only natural.
I gave my cock a little twitch by way of greeting.
Her eyes followed it, then she reached out as if entranced.
Warm fingers wrapped around the shaft.
Her palm pressed right against it too, settling into the perfect position for a handjob.
"As expected, doing it for real feels way better."
The warmth of Park Seoyoon in the flesh, for the first time in reality.
Not some gradual romance where I hold her hand—we were just meeting to vent lust.
And from a top-tier celebrity, no less. It was so intense I felt like I could cum just sitting there.
I tensed my cock to signal it was time to start.
Seeing it twitch, she began slowly stroking.
"Gonna do it properly now?"
"Don't grip too hard."
"Don't worry."
She'd handled plenty of dildos, so she was confident in her grip control.
I tilted my head back, savoring the feel of her tapping under the head and sliding along the shaft.
Stroke... stroke...
Her clumsy motions grew stickier and more fluid with time.
Tension built in her shoulders as she leaned closer.
I loved that unconscious sign of focus.
I let out occasional rough breaths to show how good it felt.
Suddenly, she clamped down hard and stopped.
She eyed me suspiciously.
"But why'd it get bigger?"
"'Cause I'm turned on. Does it need a reason?"
"That's not it. Why'd you get turned on? It was fine before, but it swelled up while I was in the bathroom."
Sharp question.
From her perspective, it looked like I'd gotten hard just from touching the onahole, so suspicion was natural.
"Should I come clean now? Or play it vague and see if she bites?"
I debated quickly and went with the latter.
Seemed like it'd lead to more fun if I took the initiative.
"You poked the onahole just like you'd do to your girlfriend, but it reacted like it was alive."
"W-what!? What're you talking about?"
"Just a feeling. Anyway, it made me think of my girlfriend."
"Oh... so you imagined your girlfriend? Yeah, that makes sense..."
Park Seoyoon gave an awkward smile and resumed the handjob.
She hid her face with her hair, but sweat beaded on her forehead.
As if to erase that conversation, she sped up, bringing her other hand into play.
Her left hand endlessly stroked the shaft; her right twisted around the head for new sensations.
Her hair gleamed with passion, swaying wildly as her breasts jiggled.
Catching a glimpse of the view, she suddenly straightened up.
"Woojin, wanna sit on the bed? My back hurts like this."
"Sure."
As I shifted, she slipped naturally between my legs.
Like a maid come to serve.
Aware or not, she leaned her head on my thigh and looked up at me.
From below, my cock looked even more massive—she swallowed hard.
Exaggerating a bit, it was thick enough to cover half her face.
"Woojin, can I ask something I'm curious about?"
"What?"
"Just pure curiosity... Does the whole thing really fit?"
"It's tough at first, but eventually it goes all the way to the base."
"I see... Doesn't it hurt?"
"Not at all."
With that firm answer, Park Seoyoon silently slicked up with precum and kept stroking diligently.
Squelch... squelch... squelch...
Only lewd sounds echoed through the room. The atmosphere was thick with erotic tension.
She'd picked up on it too—her face tensed up.
Maybe thinking I might pounce on her right then.
I wanted to, badly, but I knew it was impossible.
Instead, I stared at the cleavage peeking from her sleeveless top until the urge to cum built up.
"I'm gonna cum."
"Ah, okay."
Her chatter died down abruptly.
She poured that energy into her grip, stroking so fast it left afterimages.
White fluid arced through the air.
Splurt...!! Spluuurt...!! Splurt...!!
Remembering past trauma from the dildo, perhaps, Park Seoyoon dodged to the side.
Thanks to her, the floor got a straight line of cum.
"This should be fine for public, right? It was pretty quick, so you could handle it discreetly."
"There's still a problem."
"What?"
She blinked wide at my immediate rebuttal.
Clearly thinking, Don't bullshit me.
"It's great that you're doing this, but wasn't it practice? You gonna let me shoot cum like that out in public too?"
"We'll figure that out when it happens."
"Practice has to be thorough."
Even I thought I was being shameless.
Like pulling someone from drowning only to demand their bundle of valuables.
But with the onahole as hostage, refusing would be tough.
"Just... once more."
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"Did one handjob make him this bold?"
Park Seoyoon was dumbfounded but helpless.
If she didn't drain his lust properly now, her chastity tonight was at risk.
The joy of getting a dildo linked to Woojin was long gone.
If there was a dildo, she should've realized there was an onahole too. Too careless.
She didn't know who'd set this up, but catching them was impossible for life.
People who made stuff like this? Zero chance, even optimistically.
It was beyond human tech.
She shook her head and snapped back to reality.
Navigating the current mess came first.
"I should've just grabbed the box in the hallway back then...!"
She ground her teeth quietly so no sound leaked.
Always scrambling to dodge had led to this situation.
At least his face was decent, body good, and cock huge—that's why she went this far.
Anyone else, she'd have broken in and stolen the onahole back.
"Still, he's kinda cute, so I'll let it slide."
When she touched certain spots, his cock twitched hugely, thighs quivering—it was entertaining to watch.
Feeling her body heat up, she reached for his cock again.
Forty minutes later.
After tidying everything up and lying on the bed, Park Seoyoon couldn't shake the recent events from her mind.
Then post-nut clarity hit.
"That bastard's got two girls to play with, and here I am, the great me, doing this?"
Her dreamed-of normal college life? Bullshit.
From day one to now, without fail, fiddling with the neighbor guy's cock every single day.
"Should I just surrender first? Write a note: 'Sorry for all the touching. Here's your dildo back, give me my onahole.' End of story?"
Woojin seemed troubled too, so high chance he'd agree.
Happy ending for both—mutual relief.
Before she forgot, she sat up to jot it down.
Then something touched her pussy.
A foreign object probing relentlessly, exploring every nook and cranny.
"This lust monster again...!"
Two loads earlier—how long had it been since he started fiddling with the onahole?
Park Seoyoon sighed deeply and picked up her phone.
To distract with a call, at least.
"Eek! W-what the...!"
While checking her call log, cold liquid coated her pussy.
A finger slipped inside, scrubbing her walls vigorously.
Her lower body tensed instinctively.
Anyone would if water and fingers invaded such a vital spot.
"Washing it...? Come to think of it, we didn't clean the onahole earlier."
If that was it, three minutes tops.
Forcing herself to endure, her phone rang.
[Park Woojin]
"Hello?"
"I found something crazy interesting."
"What... what is it?"
"Remember how I said the inside felt weird earlier? Like it was alive."
"Yeah..."
Dread washed over her.
If this kept going...
"So I was washing the onahole to check, and... it really is. The inside's clenching and writhing."
"Liar. You're messing with me."
"No way. And if I'm right, this onahole is..."
His pause amplified her anxiety.
It couldn't come out. Please, let him be wrong...
"Connected to the woman who touched my cock."
Her head spun.