Chapter 60
Chapter 60
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Translator: crow
Chapter Title: Drain Some Semen, Please
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My brain couldn't keep up with the situation.
The goal for today was to subtly show her my bulging dick and offer some comfort, but I never imagined it would turn out like this.
As I froze with our eyes locked, she came even closer.
"Why are you just sitting there so still? You showed it to me first, Woojin."
She whispered in a sticky, sultry voice right into my ear.
Without taking her eyes off my dick, she reached out her hand.
It felt like being devoured by an anaconda.
Tap.
Her hand touched the glans.
Even though it was just a light touch over my pants, the sensation of a real woman's hand made my excitement uncontrollable.
Of course, I'd experienced fellatio and sex through onaholes, but compared to doing it for real in person, that was nothing.
"It's twitching so much. This feels good, right?"
She poked at it curiously a few times.
Then she pinched her fingers together and started rubbing the top of the glans in circles.
And every now and then, she'd press down a bit harder.
"This part's all soft and squishy? I thought dicks were supposed to be completely hard. Does it hurt when I press here?"
"No, it doesn't hurt. It actually feels good, so you can press a little harder if you want."
"Hmm... really?"
She toyed with the bulge for a bit longer, then whispered in my ear again.
"But... aren't you gonna take off your pants? It looks so cramped in there... Or should I take them off for you?"
I wasn't the only one dying to see the real thing—Yoon Hye-yoon seemed just as eager.
I stood up from my seat and slipped my hand into the waistband of my skin-tight pants.
Feeling her intense gaze focused on every inch, I pulled them down.
With the clinging fabric gone, my dick sprang out even more prominently.
Looking at the shaft poking through the hole in my underwear, I could see a bit of precum smeared on the front.
She just stared in stunned silence, her face full of shock, like she'd lost the ability to speak.
"No way... This was inside your pants? How does it even... fit?"
"When it shrinks, it's no problem."
"Whoa, that's crazy. It gets this big?"
Her earlier confident attitude was gone, replaced by wide-eyed curiosity.
She examined it from every angle, then spread her hand wide and held it next to my dick like she was measuring it.
"About the length of my hand? How many cm is it?"
"Twenty."
"Whoa, 20 cm... I've only heard about sizes like that online. I didn't think they actually existed."
Her mouth hung open as she kept observing it.
Then she swallowed hard and looked up into my eyes.
"Can I... touch it? Is that okay?"
"Yeah."
Her small hand wrapped around the middle of the shaft.
It was too thick to fully grip with one hand.
She started stroking it slowly, back and forth.
Having someone else do it felt on a whole different level from jerking myself off.
She savored every inch, from the bulging vein on the underside to the throbbing ridges, until the side of her hand caught on the glans.
Tap... tap...
It kept knocking, like it wanted to go higher.
That sensitive spot was already twitching like crazy from the attention.
"This is the good spot, right? They say stimulating under the glans feels the best..."
She asked me question after question, like she was confirming some knowledge she'd picked up somewhere.
It was so tentative, I wondered if her instinct during fellatio had been this shy too.
"Yeah. That's the most sensitive part for me. If you keep rubbing it... I'll cum."
"Oh, you mean semen... right?"
Hearing that, her hand sped up a little.
Her face turned serious, and it felt awkward to stop her now.
"Wait... you're gripping too hard. Loosen up a bit."
"Sorry. I got too excited for a second. Is this better?"
"Yeah. It's skin, so too much friction hurts."
"Got it... I'll be gentle."
Her grip softened a layer, but the pleasure surging through my dick only intensified.
Getting a handjob from Yoon Hye-yoon in her own room.
Could there be a better situation than this?
As she kept stroking away, I felt the pressure building—something was about to burst out.
Squirt...
A clear, transparent fluid shot out from my urethra.
Even the hand rubbing my glans got slick with it, reducing the friction.
She noticed and stopped, staring at her hand before asking,
"This... isn't cum, is it?"
"This is precum. It's what comes out first when a guy feels good."
"Oh, I've heard of it. So that's what it is..."
It felt like I was giving her a sex ed lesson.
She let go and used her index finger to swipe the remaining fluid from my urethral opening.
She tapped it between her thumb and finger to check the viscosity, then muttered offhandedly,
"It's similar to mine."
"Huh?"
"N-nothing. Pretend you didn't hear that."
She hurriedly wiped it off on her clothes, then rotated her wrist like her arm was getting tired.
I was standing straight, and she was sitting, so the height difference was probably the issue.
"Oh, right. I've kept you standing this whole time. Sit here."
She patted the bed and sat down on the far end first.
I followed her to the bed, but suddenly she covered her panties with her hand.
"You gonna keep those underwear on? Wouldn't it be more comfortable without them?"
"Ah... yeah, I'll take them off."
As I reached for my underwear, she grabbed my arm.
"Wait. Let me do it. I've always wanted to try this."
Her eyes burned with desire.
She had some personal fantasy about it, clearly.
I let go, and she slowly pulled my underwear down.
One hand lowered the fabric while the other freed my dick from the hole.
Whoosh...
The cloth hit the floor, leaving my lower body completely exposed.
Unlike before, when only the shaft was visible, now my balls were fully out too.
I sat next to her, my dick swaying with every step.
"Whoa... seeing it all the way to the base makes it look even bigger."
"Well... yeah."
"Okay, round two then."
She brushed her hair behind her ear and leaned in toward me.
Her left hand gripped the base while her right formed a ring around the glans.
I leaned back on my arms, thrusting my hips forward and relaxing.
She pressed closer, focusing intently on every twitch as she started moving her hands.
"That's good. You can grip harder."
"Got it. Like this?"
"Twisting your fingers works great too."
The hum of the air conditioner mixed with our ragged breathing, filling the room.
And thanks to the precum, occasional slick, squelching sounds heightened the mood.
Under her persistent touch, I felt the semen rising steadily.
I thrust my hips out more and tensed my dick.
"I'm about to cum."
"Y-yeah!? Wait, tissue..."
"No. Don't stop—keep going! Faster!"
"O-okay."
At my urgent plea, she ramped up the speed.
Feeling her completely slick hand, the explosive urge to cum hit me, and semen erupted.
Splurt!! Spluuurt!! Splurt!!
It shot so hard it flew past the floor and splattered on the desk.
She clearly hadn't expected it—her eyes went wide as she stared at the trajectory.
A moment later, the leftover semen still in my urethra oozed out onto her hand, snapping her back to reality.
"No way... Th-that... That's not normal, right?"
"I've got strong stamina. Probably not normal, no."
"Yeah... it doesn't look it."
She pulled her hand away from my dick and sniffed it.
It reeked of night-blooming flowers, but her curiosity seemed stronger than any disgust.
"Does semen always smell like this?"
"It's made in the body, so probably similar for everyone? Same components and all."
Having tasted and smelled it a few times before during fellatio sessions, she didn't look repulsed.
She sniffed it curiously over and over, then suddenly stood up.
"I'm gonna go wash my hands in the bathroom. Woojin, clean that up, okay?"
"Sure. Go ahead."
I got off the bed, grabbed some tissues from the desk, and started wiping from the floor up.
Seeing the splatters everywhere, I had no idea just how much I'd shot.
And this was just from a handjob—if it were real sex, she'd get pregnant in one go for sure.
I kept cleaning, grateful for the onahole's built-in contraception feature.
Just as I was finishing up, Yoon Hye-yoon returned.
It had taken her a while—she must've scrubbed thoroughly with soap.
"You're almost done. I'll get the desk."
"Nah. It's my mess; I'll handle it."
I straightened up from my crouch and looked at her.
Her face was still flushed, but something else caught my eye.
'There's a bit of white stuff around her mouth? No way... she didn't taste it, did she?'
No matter how horny she was, there was no way she'd go that far. I dismissed the thought.
I quickly wiped the desk and announced,
"All clean."
"Good job... But Woojin."
"Yeah? What?"
"You came once, so why isn't it going down...?"
I'd jerked off up to ten times a day before—it wasn't going soft after just one, especially not from her.
My dick twitched as I replied,
"I told you. I've got strong stamina."
"Oh..."
Her eyes followed every sway.
I decided to push a little harder.
Things had gone this far—she probably wouldn't refuse.
"Could you help me out one more time?"
"Asking like that with it right there..."
"Seeing your body got me hard again."
"No..."
She said no, but not firmly.
Even with her strong libido, she probably didn't want to stop here either.
Just look at how she couldn't tear her eyes away.
"F-fine... then cum quick, okay? My wrist will hurt if it takes too long."
"Got it. And I know a way to make it faster."
"What's that?"
"Getting more excited should do it."
I stared right at her breasts as I spoke.
Feeling my gaze, she looked down and covered them with her arms.
She stayed still for a moment, then reached back with both hands.
"Just this once... for real. Last time. Hurry up and cum... okay?"
The sound of fabric falling away.
Right before my eyes, her pretty breasts and fully erect nipples appeared.