Who Passes Out from Masturbating?
“Hngh-hngh...♡ Hyahuuu♥”
-Spluuuurt!
I'd lost track of how much fluid I'd squirted out, how many times I'd plunged my fingers deep inside.
The more climaxes I reached, the more my body craved it, and I couldn't ignore it anymore.
“Haa... hngh...♡ N-new record...♡”
Five orgasms in a row.
Even I couldn't believe it.
Human power plant much?
“Haaah... my fingers are all pruney...”
They'd been soaked in so much of my juices that my skin had wrinkled up like it'd been in water for hours.
“This should be... enough now, right...?”
Even though it was my own body, I had no idea how it was holding up.
It felt okay one second, then—
“Hngh...♡ It's still... so hot down there...♡”
Just as that thought crossed my mind, my pussy started twitching.
All the heat in my body seemed concentrated there, burning impossibly hot.
“Fingers are... too much now...”
They were pruned and my muscles ached like hell.
No way I could keep using them.
But dragging myself to the box where I kept my toys? No thanks.
I wanted to finish right here—and that's when my eyes landed on the desk corner.
“Been a while... since I did this...?”
Back in my first year of high school, when I started masturbating.
My first time had been humping a desk corner.
Stumbling over, I gripped the desk with both hands and pressed my pussy against the edge.
-Squiiiish!
“Hiiih...♡ What the...♡ Why does it feel so good...?”
The protruding corner mashed against my folds, delivering way more stimulation than I'd expected.
“Haa... hngh...♡”
-Squish! Squiiiish! Squish-squish!
Once I realized I could really get off on corner-humping, my hips started moving in earnest.
“Hyaaaaang♥ S-so gooood...♡ The best...♡”
Craving even stronger sensations, I lowered my stance so my clit could grind against the top of the desk.
“Hiiiyaang♥ Th-this is... too muuuch...♡”
Every time the corner crushed my inner lips, a massive gush of juices poured out.
I couldn't fathom how there was still more after all that squirting.
“It's all... Unni's fault...♡”
If Unni hadn't left traces in my room, I wouldn't be this horny.
Once from the scent on her pillow, twice from her panties.
Those two hits had pushed me over the edge into this unbearable state.
-Squish-squish-squish-squish!
“Hehnguuuh♥ I'm... losing my mind...♡ Too gooood...♡”
Looking down at my labia swallowing the corner, my clit stood out especially.
I slid one hand down and started rubbing it slowly, combining corner-humping with clit play.
“U-Unni... Yui Unni...♡ I love you...♡ So... so much...♡”
For some reason, the moment I touched my clit, Unni's name spilled from my lips again.
Wishing this hand was Unni Yui's.
“Why do you... keep teasing me...♡ Like this... I can't let gooo...♡”
If Unni had kept drawing strict lines and staying distant, no matter what I did.
Would my feelings for her have grown this intense?
“You're so mean...♡ Teasing me... but not accepting my confession...♡ Always... pushing me away ambiguously...♡”
I was so grateful Unni had come all the way to my place.
Grateful she'd brought food and medicine for me.
Her hands wiping my body had felt so sweet.
That's why I wanted to hold on tighter, why I lied.
“Unni...♡ The truth is... being alone scares me...♡ Th-that was a lie...♡”
I'd cried from how touched I was that my crush cared that much—not from being lonely or afraid.
Still, I clung to Unni, pretending my past trauma was worse than it was.
“I know it's bad...♡ D-don't do it...♡ You're bad too, Unni...♡”
Because Unni kept giving me openings.
Because those seemingly uncrossable boundaries were fading.
This was definitely Yui Unni's fault too.
“Hngh... hiiiyaang♥”
-Spluuuurt!
My body shuddered as I squirted another stream, then collapsed straight to the floor.
I didn't have the strength left in my legs to hold me up.
“Haguh...♡ Haaang...♡ Unni...♡”
-Bzzz! Bzzzzz!
That's when it happened.
Unni was calling.
Just seeing Yui Unni's name on my phone made my hand drift back to my pussy.
“H-hello...?”
“Chae-ah, you eat?”
“Eat...?”
Oh yeah, Unni had made food for me.
“Y-yeah, I ate...”
“Liar. You're too lazy to move, right?”
“I-I really ate...”
“Chae-ah, eat now.”
“Now...?”
“Yeah, don't hang up.”
Eating right now was impossible.
Because hearing Unni's voice had me starting to masturbate again.
-Squiiiish! Squish-squish!
No fingers inside—just rubbing my clit with two fingers while listening to her.
“Chae-ah.”
“Hng... hngh...♡”
Unni had no idea.
That I was using her voice over the phone like a side dish for my masturbation.
The thrill of that taboo wrapped tight around me, and I bit back my moans so she wouldn't hear.
“Chae-ah? You okay?”
“U-Unni...♡”
“Yeah, Chae-ah. Is your condition getting worse again?”
“W-well...♡ Hiinguh♥”
“Chae-ah. Chae-ah?”
I dropped the phone to the floor and clamped my mouth shut.
There was a clear limit to holding back moans with sealed lips.
“Chae-ah, answer me. Shin Chae-ah!”
Unni's voice boomed louder, making my clit-rubbing even faster.
It felt so much more intense.
“Unni... I... again...♡ Hnguh...♡ Hyaaaaang♥”
-Spluuuurt!
I arched my hips high, squirting a jet that arced up before raining down messily on me and the floor.
Maybe because I'd never stopped masturbating once.
Suddenly, my vision blurred.
My eyelids grew heavy, slowly closing.
“U-Unni...”
*
No customers had come in, so I called to check on Chae-ah.
Her voice over the phone trembled badly, like she was in serious pain.
Just groans, no answers to my calls.
As I wondered what was up, the line cut out.
“This is driving me crazy!”
Something had definitely happened to her. I bolted out of the store.
“Huh? Unni?”
My regular customer was just stepping in, but no time for that.
“Sorry! I'll be back later!”
“Uh...?”
I sprinted to the parking lot, jumped in the car, and floored it.
Lunch rush was nearing; the roads were packed.
“Come on, move. Please...”
I'd thought she was better and left her alone.
Stupid assumption.
A girl who could barely stand two days ago wasn't magically fine.
“Chae-ah, pick up. Why aren't you answering...!”
I called over and over—no response.
The endless “can't connect” tone filled me with gut-wrenching anxiety.
“Fuck, move it!”
Maybe because I was so panicked.
Traffic cleared like my cursing had reached everyone, and I made it to Chae-ah's fast.
I parked sloppily, leaped out, and ran.
Elevator? Nah—third floor. Took stairs three at a time.
-Thud!
“Agh...!”
Trip at the end, went down hard.
“Ugh...!”
No time to whine about the pain. Gritted my teeth and finished climbing.
“Huff... haa... Chae-ah!”
Trembling fingers punched in the door code, flung the door open.
Praying nothing was wrong—and there she was.
“Snoooore...”
Passed out on the floor, sleeping soundly.
“Sh-she's... sleeping...?”
Staring at her peacefully closed eyes, I spotted the suspicious signs.
Transparent liquid splattered everywhere on the floor, a lewd scent wafting with every breath, her naked body.
And her drenched pussy.
Putting it together.
“...Hah, fuck.”
Understanding hit, and the curse slipped out.
Relief that it wasn't what I'd feared mixed with boiling anger at Chae-ah.
“Never hated you this much before, and probably never will again.”
But I couldn't hit a peacefully sleeping girl, so I sighed heavily and plopped on the bed.
“Ow... that hurts...”
Tension released, and the spot from my fall throbbed hard.
Pulled off my pants—skin scraped, blood trickling.
“So... I bled like this just to find you passed out from masturbating?”
Glancing at Chae-ah, a hollow laugh escaped.
“Haha... hahahahaha...!”
Then smacked my forehead and dropped my head.
This had happened before, right?
“Oh yeah. In the staff room.”
Thought she'd collapsed moving stock, went in—turns out she was jerking off.
“You're a riot, Chae-ah. Too funny. Yeah...”
I'd never forget this day till I died, and I'd tease her about it forever.