Episode 25: A face genius is good at soccer

Episode 25: Two Cakes in Hand by Doing Nothing (2) [R-19] 

I heard somewhere that if a group, especially a mixed-gender one, tries to check into a motel, they might get turned away.

So, I was worried that we might get rejected too, since it was me and two women, but fortunately, it was an unmanned motel.

Lucky us.

...Wait. Could it be that Hee-yeon noona planned this—

"Hehe! Scary, isn’t it? Isn’t it scary~?"

"Eek! It hurts! Stop poking me!"

—Guess not.

What should I even say about this?

Hee-yeon noona was clinging to journalist noona, poking her in the side relentlessly, teasing her. Should I call this cute?

Or should I say that journalist noona’s reaction, screaming in that high-pitched voice and twitching every time she gets poked, is kind of adorable?

‘Well, it is cute.’

From up close, it looks like one-sided teasing, but watching them from a distance, it just looks like two pretty women playing around. Seeing it like this, I notice things I had overlooked before.

Maybe the alcohol is finally hitting them.

When we left the restaurant, their faces were a little flushed, their eyes were slightly unfocused, and their words were slurring just a bit… Wait, they’re totally wasted.

"Hehe! Slave, hand over your card!"

“N-no! You can’t!”

"Yay! The most expensive room!"

Hee-yeon noona snatched the card from journalist noona and happily paid for the room.

"Eeeek…! W-we just spent 400,000 won!"

Journalist noona, who suddenly regained her clarity, nearly had a breakdown.

For reference, our meal didn’t even cost 100,000 won. It was all because of the alcohol.

I mean, who orders weird expensive alcohol instead of just soju?

I didn’t drink a drop of alcohol, so I’m innocent.

I do feel a bit sorry for journalist (Kija) noona, but she’s employed. She probably makes a lot working at a magazine company.

If not, oh well. It’s not my money.

Laughing to herself, Hee-yeon noona led the way, dragging the half-conscious journalist noona by the hand, heading for the most expensive luxury suite on the top floor.

Beep!

As soon as the door opened, Hee-yeon noona roughly pushed reporer noona inside, flashing a mischievous grin.

“Alright, slave! Hurry up and take your clothes off!”

"Eek! Please forgive me! I’ll stop being a feminist! I was wrong!"

"Oh no. If you don’t strip, there’ll be no interview!"

"Sob... That’s too much… I’m really going to get fired…”

By the way things were going, I thought it was all just playful teasing.

Sure, they were drunk, and Hee-yeon noona might have been holding a grudge, but would she really take this whole slave-play thing seriously?

I figured they’d just mess around for a bit, pretend to go along with it, and then it would end.

At least, that’s what I thought.

"I’ve undressed…”

"Good! I thought it was all padding, but you’ve got boobs after all!"

"Hehehe."

“Wait! You’re not planning to accuse me of sexual assault later, are you?”

“N-no! I swear I’ve given up on feminism!”

“Lies! I don’t believe you! You sneaky woman. I’ll record everything so you can’t take back your words later.”

...That’s what I thought.

“N-no~ Don’t! Don’t take pictures~”

"Ah-ah! Interview, interview!"

“If I get fired, I’ll be broke! I’ll be a beggar!”

"Alright, slave! Look over here and undress!"

“Yes, ma’am!!”

Why is this for real?

Standing by the entrance, still wearing my shoes, watching all of this unfold was surreal.

The overpowering smell of alcohol filled the air all the way to the doorway.

Were these two, with their glazed-over eyes, even aware of what they were doing right now?

“Hehehe! You filthy feminist! Admit your wrongdoings!”

“Eek!! I’m sorry! I’m really sorry!!”

“No way! I won’t forgive you! Cry harder, you slave! No interview for you!!”

“N-no! Please, no!! If I lose my job, I’ll have no money… Sob, the world is cruel. I hate my editor-in-chief.”

Watching them repeat the same lines over and over, laughing and crying, I realized they were truly out of their minds.

If they were doing this sober, they’d never be able to function in everyday life.

‘But… why is this turning me on?’

All I did was stand there and watch, but strangely enough, I was getting aroused.

Journalist noona, with her intelligent face, her sharp bob-cut, the professional office look that somehow exuded subtle sexiness, and her rich perfume — she was the embodiment of a career woman.

But now, seeing her act like this, it’s like catching a glimpse of a pretty next-door neighbor secretly pleasuring herself, like a teenager's fantasy.

And the one leading all of this was a cheerful-looking girl with striking blonde hair.

She was like the popular girl in school, the one who was the center of attention, liked by everyone regardless of gender, and who would casually talk to even the shyest kids without a second thought, teasing them playfully.

That same girl was now laughing joyfully, hurling insults.

Her ponytail bobbed up and down, her short white tennis skirt fluttered, and her cheerful laughter filled the room.

The contrast between their usual selves and this hidden side of them stirred up a strong sense of guilty pleasure.

My dick was swelling up inside my pants, aching with the pressure.

'...I can't take this. I won’t be able to hold back.'

As I quietly pulled down my pants, my swollen buddy sprang free as if it had been waiting for this moment.

Feeling the cool air, it stretched out eagerly, twitching with excitement.

As I pulled out my member, the two women seemed entirely engrossed in their own world, paying me no mind.

“Haaah… I’m sorry! I swear I’ll never be a feminist again! I’ll even study tennis!”

“Heheh, no way, it’s too late, you filthy pig!”

“Please forgive meeee…”

“Hehehe, no way! Come on, unbutton your shirt, you sow!”

“Eek…”

Gripping my manhood, I began stroking it up and down while watching. The journalist noona’s situation seemed to be getting even worse.

Did she just get called a pig? 

Following Hee-yeon noona's mocking orders, the journalist noona unbuttoned her shirt completely, exposing herself. Looking at her now, it was hard to deny…

“What’s this, you pink-nippled pig?”

“Haaah, don’t touch me there!”

“Hey! Why does it keep popping out?”

“Ouch! Don’t pinch me!”

Ah.

I really can’t hold it any longer.

I was much more excited than usual, but it wasn't like I was on the verge of release. 

It’s just that, after experiencing sex with both Ji-kyung noona and Ha-yeon noona, I couldn't be satisfied with doing it by myself anymore.

Just a month ago, watching porn and stroking it a few times was enough to make me climax, but now, no matter how much I move my hand, it just doesn’t feel enough.

Damn it.

Once you get a taste of sex, you can’t go back to just jerking off.

‘Might as well go all the way with these two…’

But how?

If it were just one of them, I could set the mood and take her down, but there were two of them here. And both were completely drunk.

Their eyes were half-closed, and their speech was slurred—they were insanely drunk. That actually made it even harder because their reactions would be unpredictable.

Even if the atmosphere was like this now, if I joined in, who knows how they would respond in their drunken state.

And let’s not forget that the journalist noona is a feminist. She says she isn’t anymore, but she works at an extreme feminist magazine. Even today, she spent the entire evening with us just to get a photo of my hand.

Am I really thinking with my dick right now? What if I ruin my entire life... not just my career?

‘If only I had some alcohol in me right now.’

If I had been drinking, I’d probably act on instinct rather than reason.

I’d have already gone for it with these two, regardless of what happens later, but I hadn’t touched any alcohol, so my mind was annoyingly clear. And the clearer my head, the more I overthink.

“What’s this, you lewd feminist? Getting aroused after being exposed as the pig you are!”

“Haaah… Please stop taking pictures…”

Ah, screw it.

I’ll just go for it.

“Huh?”

With my erect member swinging, I stepped into their playful little world.

Hee-yeon noona, who had been pinching the journalist noona’s nipples with one hand and filming her with the other, looked up, startled at the sight of something huge filling her phone screen.

“Hieee…?”

“Huh…?”

When Hee-yeon noona stopped moving, the journalist noona, who had been making cute little squeals, also raised her head. Both of them gasped and their mouths dropped open at the same time.

“Can I join the fun too?”

“Huh?”

“Playing by yourselves has made this guy pretty angry.”

I flexed my ass muscles, making my arm-sized member bounce around.

“Wha… what is that? It’s so big!”

“Hiek! It’s… moving!”

They seemed a bit surprised by the massive size, but there was no need to be shocked. Surprisingly, it all fits in, with some cooperation. I’ve tested it on two women, so you can trust me on this.

“Hey, Hee-yeon noona, can I join you guys?”

“H-huh?”

Without waiting for an answer, I rubbed my cock against the journalist noona’s nipple.

From the first moment I saw her, I had wanted to touch her.

The way her blouse clung to her curvy body, the way her white shirt underneath hugged her chest when she took off her blazer—she was so tempting.

Her breasts weren’t huge, but they weren’t small either… Grabbing them gave me a good sense of their size.

They were smaller than Ji-kyung noona’s but larger than Ha-yeon noona’s.

So, what would that make them? A B-cup, maybe?

Her soft, squishy breasts were fun to play with, but the satisfaction of touching the journalist noona’s chest—someone I admired—was even better.

“Haaah… W-what is this? This isn’t okay…”

“Noona, you still need that interview, right?”

“Mmh… Interview… Please forgive me…”

When she nodded tearfully, I started to understand why Hee-yeon noona had been teasing her so much.

This noona really has a way of bringing out the sadist in you.

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