Chapter 87
Chapter 87
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Translator: crow
Chapter Title: Unexpected Destination
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The door closed with a creak, and I fiddled with the panties stuffed in my pocket.
Earlier, I'd just grabbed them right in front of Shin Ayoung, but now that no one was around to see...
I pulled out the panties and brought them up to my face.
I pressed my nose right against the warmest spot—the part that had been snug against her pussy.
The scents mingled: fabric, skin, body wash, and a hint of her juices.
A cocktail of aromas, synergizing into something that made my head spin for a moment.
Anyone catching me like this would peg me for a total pervert, but I couldn't stop.
Sniffing them in translucent mode versus smelling the ones she'd taken off herself in the flesh.
No need to spell out which was more intense.
I shoved them back in my pocket and hurried home.
Before that warmth faded.
The second I got home, I rubbed my dick with the panties.
I never knew I harbored such twisted lusts.
Had my brain gone haywire?
It hadn't been long against the soft fabric before the urge to cum hit fast.
I wanted to savor it longer, but the pleasure surging through my glans wouldn't let my hand quit.
My own body, yet the brakes felt shot.
Splurt splurt splurt...! Splurt splurt... splurt!
A massive load, soaking the black panties through.
Probably from all the edging lately, but the mental high of soiling Shin Ayoung's panties hit harder.
I watched the fabric stain.
My dick was still heaving, begging for more, but her words echoed, so I stopped.
Remembering that day she pouted at how watery my cum was.
Any more, and she might catch on.
I tossed them in the washer, washed my hands, and stepped out—just as my phone pinged with perfect timing.
Checked it, and my jaw went slack.
-Shin Ayoung: Did you cum nice and hard? Sorry if I interrupted :)
What the hell do you even reply to that?
Already read it—no unread marker—so ignoring felt off.
And that damn winky emoticon.
Infuriatingly smug.
-Park Woojin: Just got home. Not really feeling it.
-Shin Ayoung: Oh? Then I'll get you in the mood.
Waited a beat—a photo popped up.
A fresh naughty selfie.
Tank top hiked up to her mouth, massive tits on full display.
No bra, of course—pink nipples sharp and clear.
-Shin Ayoung: Better? Want to now? No washing needed—just drop your address later. I'll swing by for my panties.
True vixen.
Wonder if she's got nine tails cloaked in translucent mode.
I let out a dry chuckle, typed my address, and closed the app.
A few hours later.
Downed some stamina pills and supplements, grabbed the Large Onahole.
Weekend ritual, but tonight had me weirdly tense.
With her earlier words, I vowed to play human—no ghost slips.
Resolve set, I summoned her image.
"You're here? Quick arrival."
Shin Ayoung was still in her daytime outfit.
Usually naked or in slutty lingerie lounging on the bed.
Off vibe today.
"Why so still? Come here."
Face-to-face, I blanked on how to act.
But her arms opened invitingly, and I floated right into her embrace.
She crushed me close—tits squishing—sharing heat for a lingering moment.
Shin Ayoung tiptoed up, chin tilting.
I kissed her natural as breathing; her hands slid from back to neck.
She tugged lightly, sealing us tighter.
"Smack... kiss.. ♡ Nngh... Nngh.. ♡ Suck.."
Kissing alone, and I was rock-hard already.
Screw plans—pure instinct.
Hands clamped her ass; I ground my dick on her belly, telegraphing it.
"Dick... already throbbing.. ♡ Grind like that, and my insides... buzz buzz.. ♡"
She broke off, one hand dipping low.
Fingers curled round my glans ridge.
Pleasant drag as precum slicked it; I nudged her back a touch.
"Haaa.. ♡ Rock-solid—you kept your promise."
I froze, but my dick bobbed solo.
She stroked once, hopped onto the desk behind.
"Dick doesn't lie. Reward: cum buckets. Where?"
Words done, one finger up.
Mouth agape, tongue out.
Held pose, closed, two fingers now.
Other hand freed a huge tit.
Jiggle appeal, then reclothed.
"And... final pick."
Hands clasped—a tunnel.
Just fingers laced—why so filthy hot?
"Choose. All good."
I eyed top to bottom.
Blowjob routine—skip. Tits tempting?
Aimed for cleavage; her fingers cinched inward.
Like whispering this is best.
Temptation won; gripped my dick, tapped the thumb-index hole.
"This one? One sec."
Dug lube from drawer, slathered hands thick.
Squelch per rub—I buzzed, craving it on my dick.
Got why long pale fingers scream sex online.
"In you go. I'll grip tight.. ♡ Fuck my hand pussy free."
Slammed through fingers.
Glans punched out clasped hands.
Through-hole onahole vibes.
Hips back—hands clamped harder, squeezing dick.
Hands this good? News to me.
Grabbed thighs, thrust for real.
Lube blobs plopped on her from displaced dick.
Handjob leagues beyond—cum surged fast.
"Cumming? Clothes fine. Just chase the high ♡"
Felt swell; idle hand squirmed alive.
Glans-shaft mash, gentle strokes—I cracked.
Splurt splurt...! Splurt splurt..!
Fierce ropes hit tank top, upper belly.
Liquid weight sank cloth slow—navel etched clear.
Milked dry, held till throbs eased.
"Huge load.. ♡ Quick hand wash—bed."
Obeyed, bed-sat pondering.
Business-as-usual Shin Ayoung.
What scheme?
Zero read.
"Coming. Warm that dick.."
Bathroom-fresh, stripping en route.
Three steps, one garment flop.
Tank, shorts, panties hit floor—she arrived nude.
"Ah! Lube on dick—straight insert. Foreplay skip."
Flopped me flat, straddled.
Snagged dick, plunged.
"Nngguuuh.. ♡ Pussy stretch... so good ♡"
Root-deep one thrust.
Rubbed join adapting, knelt quick, upright.
"Moving. Super horny today—might lose control."
Done talking—hips rocked fore-aft.
Warm walls rippled, scrubbing dick.
Fresh bliss every ride.
"Haaah.. ♡ Dick huge.. hits perfect.. Hnng! "
No bounce—glans womb-locked.
Pussy clenched, hips swirled clock-counter.
Leveled-up sex skills—endurance tested.
Felt fresh-inserted.
Not minutes post-cum.
Hands out, gripped hips, yanked down.
Dick vanished total—womb shoved skyward.
She signaled peak.
"You first? Hnng.. ♡ Me too.. bit more.. ♡"
Vag squeezed-released loops.
Lower belly swelled-deflated visible.
Hand to pubic mound.
Pressed bulge, trailed clit slow—moan burst above.
"Ngh! Clit join.. ♡ Instant cum.. Cumming.."
Pussy vise-grip hurt; mutual burst.
Spurts twitched her; flop on my gut.
Lick lick..
Nip suck kept fire lit.
Extra devotion tonight—dick stiffened.
"Heh.. ♡ Up again.. Round two."
No wait, ass lift.
Squat swap, left hand nipple tweak bonus.
Torso glued, ass slams—juicer motion.
I went limp, soaked flesh smacks.
Then one, two, three more.
Four loads no pullout.
Hand tally: five total.
Dick half-mast, she slid off.
Done at last?
"Nngh.. Tough work. Pussy cum-packed.. belly puffed ♡"
Pounding leaks plenty, innards more.
Proof: fingers spread hole—white globs oozed.
Pills or not, drained.
Fatigue eyes shut—soft firm thigh on nape?
"Went berserk? Dick too good—body hijacked. Sorry, solo fun."
Tit draped face-light.
Tongue hunted nipple, sucked nub.
"Nngh.. ♡ Rest up. Till stamina rebounds."
Head pats cozy.
Full-body warmth—eyes sealed again.
Sure, vague doze—no drama tonight.
Sleep it off.
Stroke stroke...
Weird crotch tingle—eyes snap.
Shin Ayoung face-forward.
Her tired too.
"Awake? Dick hard asleep—couldn't resist touching."
Check below—cum mid-shaft climb.
Handjob brewing awhile.
No pause post-wake—another load.
Splurt splurt...! Splurt..!
This volume blitz—head swam.
"Ah, ghostie. Favor: finale outdoors? Crave that thrill again."
No breather, full press.
Judgment fogged but doable—nod.
"Outerwear only. Stay put."
Planned it.
Cupboard creak, fabric swish ears.
"Set. Spot I've craved—there."
Dressed Shin Ayoung hauled me vertical.
No bodysuit this time—everyday wear.
Billowy blouse, knee-high check skirt.
Date-ready legit.
Casual flash kink, huh.
Followed out brainless.
Warm night gusts.
Mind sharpening post-nap, but foggy fresh-wake.
One-sec blink loops.
Tagged her lead.
"Ghostie beat?"
Nod nod.
"Where we headed?"
Familiar route—sleep haze no clue.
Wanted scribble, no phone pass.
"Hehe.. Fun spot."
Duh.
Your outdoor kink—prime fun.
Where tho?
Park forks left prior.
Phone-glued guide, five-min halt.
"Here. Fun gig.. hunt one soul in this building."
Huh?
Dawn person hunt...?
No exposure?
"Hm.. 5th floor dweller. Ring any bells?"
5th.
Echo number.
Head up—entry plaque.
Clarity crashed.
XX Mansion
"Guess, but.. 100% up—call, she'll bolt out."
Flashed our chat screen, phone wiggle.
"Says lives here."
Streetlamp glow on her face.
Brimming hype.