6.4

Even in her dazed state of ecstasy, she looked up at Juhan in surprise. He frowned slightly as he squeezed out the last drops, smearing them onto her skin with his gl*ns. The air filled with a heady, musky scent.  

“Why did you do it here…?”  

“I can’t do it inside you.”  

Well, that made sense.  

“Still, isn’t there something like…”  

She glanced around, as if looking for tissues, but quickly gave up. She was too busy thrusting and grinding.  

“I really want to come inside you.”  

The sincerity in his crude words was palpable. Both Hyunho and Juhan, despite appearances, were meticulous about contraception and had never done it inside her without a condom.  

Sighing, Juhan glanced at the table and picked up a flesh-colored d*ldo. While his real shaft softened, he pressed the artificial one, now smeared with his fluids, against her thigh. Using the d*ldo, he scooped up the liquid and spread it over her skin.  

“Come down.”  

“What?”  

Juhan gripped her hips and lifted her off the table as if pulling up a turnip. The transparent d*ldo slid out, and she landed on her side with a slight thud. Sitting her down on the clear table, he spread her legs wide and attempted to insert the fluid-coated d*ldo.  

“Ah…!”  

Even Hyunho, who had been watching, raised a hand to stop him in surprise.  

“What are you doing?”  

“What’s with the reaction? Didn’t you learn this in science class? Once it’s outside the body, it doesn’t matter.”  

Confident there was no risk of pregnancy, he proceeded to insert the d*ldo. The flesh-colored d*ldo, now coated with his fluids, pushed past her entrance. The ensuing thrusts mixed her natural fluids with his, creating a smooth, lubricated motion.  

“Ugh…”  

The feeling of Juhan’s ej*culation inside her was strangely arousing. Whether it was just her imagination or the actual liquid, the fullness she felt was overwhelming, almost too much to handle.  

Fulfilling his desire to simulate ej*culating inside her, he moved the d*ldo back and forth quickly, his hand working skillfully.  

“Ah, ah…”  

She didn’t need to move herself; he was doing all the work, and his technique was exceptional. Twisting the handle, he rotated the d*ldo, screwing it in and out like a bolt. The sensation of the textured walls of her inner folds being rubbed both horizontally and vertically was indescribable.  

The d*ldo spun and thrust inside her, and then Juhan began pounding it in forcefully, as if nailing something down. Each time the fake gl*ns struck her inner walls, a sharp pleasure and a tingling sensation shot through her, making her feel as though she might lose control.  

“So obscene.”  

Juhan’s short, powerful comment was followed by Hyunho’s amused exhale. Though he seemed slightly concerned about the risk of pregnancy, Hyunho eventually picked up a d*ldo as well. Holding a sky-blue one, she asked him hesitantly,  

“Are you going to… huff, put it in me?”  

“Yes, Yebom.”  

“Who else would we put it in?”  

Juhan scoffed at the question.  

“Hyunho, the one next to that…”  

“This one? Do you like it?”  

Hyunho switched to the orange d*ldo she had requested. This one was covered in round, bumpy protrusions, a textured model.  

“What’s the difference? Are you some kind of d*ldo sommelier?”

“…….”  

Was it a combination of the words d*ldo and sommelier? Ignoring Juhan’s light jab, Hyunho was gazed at. As their eyes met, he stuck out his scarlet tongue and licked the d*ldo.  

“……!”  

What? Even Hyunho?  

The sight of him licking the d*ldo teasingly and coating it with saliva left one dumbfounded. Even the trusted Hyunho was leaving his liquid, his marks, on it like a pervert. It was unclear whether Juhan had darkened Hyunho with his influence, as they say, “those who lie down with dogs get up with fleas,” or if Hyunho had always been sinister from the start.  

He looked intently and deliberately, turning the d*ldo as if it belonged inside, licking every surface. After wetting every corner of the d*ldo, he called softly, like an angel.  

“Come here, come over here.”  

Hyunho removed the d*ldo that Juhan had inserted and pulled the person down under the table. Wrapping them in his broad embrace, he simultaneously turned them halfway around to face forward.  

With hands dripping with tenderness, he pressed her upper body against the table, making her lie face down, and raised her hips. Naturally, this positioned her into a prone position, pressing her chest against the glass tabletop while her hips were lifted and spread apart.  

“Ah…”  

“Oh.”  

Juhan slid under the table as if he were a car mechanic. It seemed he wanted to observe her chest, flattened and pressed against the glass surface. Behind her, Hyunho inserted a d*ldo into the parted perineum and the trembling vaginal entrance. Like a baton pass, he thrust the d*ldo inside and immediately began rapid thrusting.  

“Ahh, ah…!”  

The powerful and rapid thrusting brought her to the verge of tears. She accepted the d*ldo thrusting while presenting her hips and g*nitals to Hyunho. Since it was being done by hand, it was faster than anything else—faster than her own movements, faster even than when the two of them inserted themselves and moved their hips. No matter how fast one’s waist moved, it couldn’t surpass the speed of the hands.  

The insane pace rubbed against the depths of her vaginal passage, striking the end repeatedly, intensifying the pleasure. At the same time, an overwhelming urge to urinate arose, leaving her teetering on the edge of wanting to release something. Each time the tip pressed against the end of her passage, it felt as though her bladder was being compressed, and as the shaft scraped against her inner walls on its way out, she felt the urge to expel something.  

“What a sight.”  

In the midst of this precarious situation, Juhan muttered from beneath the table. Her ample chest, compressed against the tabletop, slid back and forth with the thrusting. Her n*pples and ar*ola, flattened and spread against the glass, rubbed against it, sending waves of pleasure from her chest. However, the overwhelming pleasure from the thrusting behind her dominated.  

Her heart raced with the pleasure accompanied by the urgent urge to urinate. 

Should I tell them to stop?

The thought crossed her mind, but the proportional rise of pleasure and urgency left her speechless. In the tense anticipation, as she crossed the final threshold, a climax akin to euphoria enveloped her. The vaginal muscles, tightly clenching against the d*ldo, trembled with the peak of pleasure.  

“……!”  

Unable to even breathe, she felt a tingling sensation of pleasure below. As all the muscles in her body contracted, including the vaginal muscles that had been gripping something tightly, a moment of release came, and liquid gushed out.  

Swoosh—  

“!”  

Her eyes snapped open, and her heart sank. An unidentified liquid drenched her v*gina, shooting backward in a heated stream. It felt like urination, and once it started, it couldn’t be stopped midway.  

The urgency of her need made the release incredibly refreshing, almost maddeningly so, as the liquid poured out with strong pressure, washing everything around it until the intensity gradually weakened. Only when her insides felt completely emptied did it finally stop.  

“…….”  

A heavy silence filled the air.  

“Ahhh!”  

Inevitably, sobs burst out.  

“Hey, where’s this sudden downpour coming from?”  

Juhan’s voice carried a tone thick with amusement as he emerged from beneath the table.  

“Ah, our Yebom must feel so refreshed.”  

You’re the worst…  

She shook her bowed head in denial. Her mind went blank, leaving her dizzy. She couldn’t even comprehend what kind of liquid she had released. All she knew was that she had made a mistake.  

“I’ll have to drink a bowl of this.”  

Juhan leaned in to lick the liquid off her body, causing her to recoil in horror.  

“No, no!”  

She turned around with difficulty and clung to Hyunho.  

“I want to wash…!”  

“Okay, let’s wash up after we’re done, Yebom.”  

Hyunho hugged her, patting her wet backside. Even her b*ttocks felt damp, carrying traces of moisture.  

“After… after we’re done?”  

“We haven’t even started the real thing yet.”  

Juhan’s response and the touch that followed made her burst into tears once again.