Chapter 9
Chapter 9
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Translator: crow
Chapter Title: New Communication Method and the Girl Next Door
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A new week had begun.
It should have been a refreshing morning, but my body was screaming in exhaustion.
Why? Because of that damn onahole.
Before heading out to the motel yesterday, Shin Ayoung had sent a series of signals.
But I took it as her way of thanking me for helping her masturbate, then promptly forgot about it and went to sleep.
In the middle of the night, hunger woke me up. When I checked outside, the sun had already set, and it was getting dark.
I whipped up something simple in the kitchen, ate it, and worked on my assignments until it was suddenly midnight.
Thinking it was time to rest, I stretched and absentmindedly glanced at the onahole.
Its hole was gaping wide open.
Just like those AV scenes where they insert a clear dildo and observe.
I touched the onahole and visualized it, and there was Shin Ayoung, her long hair disheveled as she masturbated.
Fingers weren't enough for her, so she was shoving a suitably sized cosmetic bottle into her pussy. It was a masterpiece.
Her breasts glistened, still wet from sucking on them herself.
"Haang... Ghost oppa, when are you coming... You could thrust into this horny, drenched pussy right now..."
She was blurting out dirty talk without any hesitation, clearly turned on by her own words.
'Was she always into that? The info window did say M...'
While I was pondering, she reached her climax. Her hips lifted off the bed, and her pace quickened.
Soon, her love juices squirted onto the towel below, and the cosmetic bottle popped out with a squelch from the intense pressure.
"Haa... haa... It's still not as good as that dick. Is he not coming today...? I've been waiting since 10..."
'She was at it for two hours straight? Was she really waiting for me to fuck her?'
I couldn't believe it, even though I saw it with my own eyes.
I wanted to pound her right then, but I craved more of her lewd show.
After a moment's thought, I remembered a scene I'd seen somewhere and grabbed a fluorescent marker pen.
You know the one. The kind they use in those videos to scribble on meat toilets, marking cum counts with tally strokes.
Scribble scribble.
I started writing on the belly of the large onahole.
If it synced, the words should appear on Shin Ayoung's stomach too.
[Can you see this?]
Shin Ayoung was tidying up, putting the cosmetic back in place.
She glanced in the mirror and jumped, staring at her stomach.
"Can you... see this? When did this... Ah!"
She squinted, reading the mirror-reversed text slowly.
Realizing it was me, her eyes widened as she stared into empty space.
"Is that you, Ghost oppa? Yes, I can see it clearly."
[Want me to fuck you?]
A straightforward question out of nowhere.
A brief silence followed. She seemed flustered by this direct back-and-forth.
"Y-yes. I was... waiting..."
[Then excite me with some dirty talk.]
She read it, sat on the bed, and mumbled to herself.
But embarrassment won; her face flushed red as she hid it, refusing to speak.
[No dick for you if you don't in one minute.]
Finally resolved, she lay back on the bed. She flipped over like a dog showing its belly and spread her legs wide.
With both hands, she parted her soaked pink pussy.
"Please... ram your huge cock into this dripping, desperate, horny pussy that's been waiting just for Ghost oppa's dick... thrust it in deep, over and over..."
I'd thrown it out casually, but her line hit like a nuke.
I was already rock-hard, but it felt even bigger.
I'd suspected from her dirty talk during past fucks, but I never imagined this level.
I pressed against her entrance and thrust. It slid smoothly to the hilt.
"Haaaang...! Hit that spot my fingers can't reach... scrape it with your glans."
She lifted her hips higher, grabbing her breasts with both hands.
She shifted into mating press, impaling herself as I stabbed downward toward her cervix. Her tongue lolled as she moaned.
"Cervical kiss... press hard, press... I'm gonna cum, gonna cum... cumming...!"
Pyu-shoo...! Pyu-shooo...!
I blasted cum straight at her cervix, and her upward-pointing pussy squirted a fountain.
The forceful stream lost momentum and rained down, soaking her body and bed.
"Hngggk...♡ Grkkk... Ahiii...!"
Her legs, thrust skyward, trembled wildly. She clenched her teeth to stifle her moans, but beastly sounds escaped anyway.
I worried the neighbors might complain about the noise.
But I dismissed it immediately.
Anyone complaining would shut up the second they saw Shin Ayoung's face and figure.
Even I'd press my ear to the wall and stay quiet if a babe like her was moaning at dawn.
"Nghhh...! It's so hot... my pussy..."
No rest—I kept pounding. She came again and collapsed on the bed.
Sprawled out spread-eagle, drool trickled as she panted roughly. Her hips twitched, expelling cum and juices.
The squirting aftermath and residual dribbles were a bonus.
This all happened just hours ago, explaining my oversleeping.
She was so hot, time and cum flew by unnoticed.
"Haa... She's getting lewder by the day. At this rate, she might devour me later."
I'd only heard about it online, but experiencing a woman hooked on pleasure showed me the terror firsthand.
Still, I held the advantage—for now. I'd think it over slowly.
"No classes today, so maybe toss the trash and clean up."
I ran the vacuum and sorted recycling.
As I rode the elevator back and punched in my code, someone burst out from next door.
It was that pretty girl I'd spotted in the park over the weekend.
Black slacks, white knit top, and a stylish round hat. Her casually dressed look was refreshingly pure.
She ignored me completely and dashed into the elevator, like she was late.
As I opened my door, I spotted something on the hallway floor.
It was a student ID.
Mirae University.
Department of English Literature, sophomore Yoon Hye-yoon.
Born 2001, month XX, day XX.
She must've shoved it in her pocket and dropped it.
The photo was cute, but the real thing looked even prettier.
I'd return it when I heard her come home. I pocketed it.
Back in my room, I touched the onahole while thinking of Yoon Hye-yoon.
Surprisingly, it began reshaping itself.
Breasts shrank, waist slimmed further, hips narrowed slightly—overall smaller than before.
Slender compared to Shin Ayoung's curves, but undeniably hot.
The biggest difference: a neat patch of pubic hair above her pussy.
After only seeing Shin Ayoung's bald one, the bush was surprisingly erotic.
Having seen the onahole change, I opened the app.
Just the profiles had my dick twitching.
Her breasts featured pretty pink nipples rivaling Shin Ayoung's.
Lower down, faint abs from workouts, a cute innie navel. Her athletic figure screamed health.
They say fit girls have killer pussy grip. I was hyped.
As evening fell, footsteps echoed in the hall.
The neighbor's door clicked shut—she was finally back.
I'd eaten dinner and figured she'd need rest after just arriving, so I waited 20 minutes before heading over with her ID.
I rang the bell.
Rustling inside, then a cute voice over the intercom.
"Who is it?"
"Hi. Your neighbor. Did you lose your student ID? I found it in the hall earlier."
"Oh! Yes! One sec."
Creeeak.
The door opened, revealing wet hair and a flushed, pretty face—she'd just showered.
Too close to ogle below blatantly, but her bulging tits poked through the thin white short-sleeve top.
Her nipples perked out too. No bra.
'Generous service from this one.'
"I searched all day—thank you so much. Let me send you a gift card later."
"No, no. Just the right thing to do. Have a good night."
Her sweet shampoo scent tickled my nose, and the no-bra double whammy hit hard. My dick stirred—I bowed out hastily.
'Any longer, and it'd poke through my pants. Scents pack a punch.'
Back home, I grabbed the large onahole and pressed my ear to the wall.
I groped her breasts from above.
"Kyaa!!"
Louder than expected—I startled myself.
Even through one wall, it carried clearly.
Once more.
"Wh-who is it!!"
After three minutes alternating ass and tits, the door opened.
I stopped and watched. The bell rang.
Ding-dong!
"Who is it?"
"It's... the guy from next door who returned your ID... Could you help me out for a sec...?"
Her trembling voice betrayed her shock.
I played dumb.
"What happened? I heard screams."
"Could you... come to my room...? There's something... weird going on..."
She opened up, arms hugging her body, on the verge of tears.
"What, a ghost?"
"Exactly... I was alone, and suddenly something touched my body..."
"Mind if I check it out?"
And so I entered Yoon Hye-yoon's place.
The sealed space burst with fragrant shampoo as the door shut.
I scanned the tidy room.
Bed, desk, laptop—no clutter. A solid 90/100.
"What exactly happened?"
"I was drying my hair after getting my ID back... then suddenly felt hands on my ass and tits..."
Her voice shrank, embarrassed even saying it.
"Can I look around?"
"Y-yeah!"
Pretending to search for fun stuff, I spotted a familiar cylindrical bottle on the desk.
Innocuous to others, but I knew: 100% personal lube.
Wanted to hunt for dildos, but drawers were off-limits. I wrapped up casually.
"Nothing stands out. I'll head back—tell me if it happens again."
"Y-yes... Thank you."
She seemed terrified, so no touching tonight.
But bedtime brought changes to the onahole.
Pussy slightly parted, clit twitching.
Over five minutes—no pee, definitely masturbating.
To signal no harm, I gently fondled her breasts, stroking around the nipples.
Her body shuddered big, but no real resistance.
To enhance her pleasure, I licked her armpits.
She got the message and kept going.
Soon, her hips bucked hard.
I pulled away, letting her savor the afterglow.
Slow and steady with Yoon Hye-yoon.
Can't scare her off into moving.