ATGRA 93

I’m not exactly on the small side myself, but compared to Jung Pureum’s, my pride was a little wounded. Are all athletes this big? Since Jung Pureum’s was the only one I’d seen, I had nothing to compare it with.

Even the masturbation device I’d been using for quite a while was small compared to Jung Pureum’s erect member. At one point, I’d had a pretty hard time even getting this in.

I had brought gel just in case I wasn’t wet, but there was no need to use it. Liquid was already dripping from my hole. Every time my wet bottom came into view on the screen, I wanted to run away a little.

When I do it by myself, I don’t usually get this wet.

It seemed I had gotten excited without realizing it, just from the fact that Jung Pureum was watching. During my struggles over the past week, even coming had been difficult.

—Your bottom is a little swollen. You must have done it a lot.

“I didn’t do it a lot. This thing is a bit, ugh, big…”

—It’s not that big. Was that my substitute for the whole week? I’m jealous.

“You’re jealous of, ugh, the strangest things… hngh, ah…”

I spread my own buttocks and inserted the device. It went in relatively easily up to the midpoint, but it was difficult to push it in any further. I had gotten into the habit of only pushing it in moderately each time, afraid to ram it all the way in.

—You’re only putting it in that far…

Jung Pureum murmured as if whispering. I could feel the excitement in his voice. Thinking that he was getting excited watching me masturbate made me feel strange.

Doing this over a video call was embarrassing, but it was also a new experience. How many times in my life would I ever do something like this? However, something was missing. It felt a little tantalizing, I should say.

—You have to push it in further. That’s the only way it’ll reach…

As if possessed, I did as Jung Pureum said and pushed the device a little deeper inside. A pained moan escaped me involuntarily. As I gripped my front and stroked it at the same time, the device that hadn’t gone in easily started to dig deeper inside.

—Hyung, turn the power on, too.

“Ah, hngh… I don’t want to… The sound is too loud.”

—I couldn’t hear you masturbating from my house.

It would be a huge problem if he could. I would have reported it immediately for shoddy apartment construction. The construction company has shattered my human rights.

—Actually, whenever you didn’t come out of your house because you were on your heat cycle, I got a little turned on.

Hearing the word ‘turned on’ come out of the mouth of the good and cute Jung Pureum made my head spin. How on earth was I supposed to react to him telling me he’d masturbated while imagining me several times?

I told him not to say such things if he was going to say them, but Jung Pureum didn’t seem to have any intention of listening to me. Or perhaps he was so excited that he wasn’t even aware that the words he was spouting were dirty talk.

In his own mind, he might just be saying what he feels. He was only stating facts, but I was the only one who kept getting embarrassed.

—Are you really not going to turn the power on? That thing’s small… I don’t think it’ll satisfy you.

“It’s, ugh… satisfying enough.”

Through the screen, Jung Pureum’s cock glistened with pre-cum. Compared to that, this was indeed dissatisfying. However, I didn’t want to show him the sight of me losing my mind over a vibrating sex toy.

I guess there’s no dignity left to protect when you’re having phone sex on a video call, but I felt like if I showed him a more disheveled state, my authority as a hyung would be shattered.

—I want to fuck you, hyung…

I can’t say things like Jung Pureum does…

At that moment, my runaway social decorum came rushing back and grabbed hold of my reason, yelling, ‘You can’t talk like Jung Pureum! You’re the adult here!’ Thanks to that, I managed to swallow the words ‘I want to be fucked’ that I was about to say.

The device, which had penetrated deeper than when I did it alone, pressed firmly against the tender flesh inside. Every time I felt the pressure, my abdomen tensed.

I habitually pressed my lower abdomen with my hand. It wasn’t as satisfying as when Jung Pureum pulled me into his thick arms and pressed down on me with his weight, but the feeling of being pressed from both inside and out made my front get hard again.

—Do you like pressing your stomach?

“Mmm, yes… a little, hngh, ah…”

—Touch your chest too. Lift your shirt.

His demands were becoming more and more explicit. It felt like I was performing a strip show for Jung Pureum.

I pulled up my shirt and exposed my flat chest as Jung Pureum requested. Once I did, I wondered why he’d asked to see my chest when there was nothing to see.

As I kneaded it a little, just like Jung Pureum used to, my shirt, which was no longer being held, kept slipping down.

—Bite it. Your shirt keeps coming down.

A series of commands, in a tone I couldn’t normally hear, followed. The tone was gentle, but thinking that it was Jung Pureum, it was difficult to refuse.

As I did as he said and held the hem of my shirt in my mouth while rubbing my chest, my hips bucked on their own. My nipples, exposed to the air, stood erect and swelled sensitively.

—Your hips are shaking when you touch your chest. You like your stomach, and you like your chest too…

My head was starting to get dizzy from the pleasure. The device, which had gone deep inside, was pressing firmly against a sensitive spot, carving a path along my inner walls.

If it were Jung Pureum, he would go in deeper.

As soon as I thought that, my lower abdomen ached and my slick dripped between my spread buttocks. I was on the verge of suffocating from my own pheromones filling the room.

The device, inserted almost to the end, spun uselessly inside. If it had vibrated, I would have come weakly just now. I gasped for breath and met Jung Pureum’s eyes through the screen.

“Pureum, ugh, ah… Jung Pureum…”

Just from his name being called, Jung Pureum also let out a low moan.

This really wasn’t enough. It seemed Jung Pureum felt the same lack as I did. At least I had a device; for Jung Pureum, all he had was his hand.

I came once more while rubbing my chest. Semen, much thinner than before, poured out. It was probably not visible to Jung Pureum, but it splattered onto the phone screen.

Panting, I pulled out the device, and my spread-open hole was visible on the small screen. I hurriedly closed my legs. I was mortified that it had been so explicitly visible.

—You should have shown me more…

A disappointed sound escaped from Jung Pureum. I saw his veiny member twitch and then spew thick semen. Unlike me, it seemed Jung Pureum had truly been living chastely.

Even after coming once, Jung Pureum was still hard. Seeing that made me keep swallowing dryly. Ah, that looks like it would feel really good… Jung Pureum looks really delicious…

However, thanks to my social decorum, which had teamed up with my reason to hold me back, the disaster of me blurting out ‘Your cock looks delicious’ did not occur. It was a true relief.

“I miss you…”

This was also something the me of the past would never have said. To begin with, the option of having phone sex with someone would not have existed.

But, I really did miss Jung Pureum. It was important for Jung Pureum to win a gold medal, but what was most important was that he needed to be by my side.

As I arrived at Incheon Airport, dragging my suitcase, I was greeted by Ms. Kim Miyoung, who was dressed in what anyone would call resort fashion.

“Didn’t you sleep? The area around your eyes is hollow.”

“I went to bed a little late yesterday because I was talking with Pureum.”

“You’re going to see him soon anyway. Honestly, you two are so dramatic.”

Ms. Kim Miyoung laughed heartily and slapped my back repeatedly. Her grip was so strong that with each slap, I was pushed forward a step.

Nam Jungyoon, also in resort fashion, spotted us from afar and waved.

“You both arrived early.”

“It’s better to arrive early if you want to check your luggage and go duty-free shopping.”

We trailed after Ms. Kim Miyoung, who exuded the aura of an expert, as we checked our luggage and got our tickets. The airport was so crowded that it was hard to breathe.

“You can switch your SIM cards on the plane.”

I just nodded at the guidance of Ms. Kim Miyoung, who was more like a guide than a guide herself. With her, I fear no place…

Because of the many departing flights for the Olympic season, the airport was literally a sea of people. By the time we had made our way through the crowd and followed Nam Jungyoon, who was crazy about duty-free shopping, it was already time to board.

It was a flight of only an hour and a half at most, but my heart was pounding. It wasn’t so much that I was excited to go to Japan, but the fact that I would be able to see Jung Pureum again once these Olympics were over made me giddy.

“Jungyoon, do you know how to speak Japanese?”

“I know about as much as ‘Arigato gozaimasu.’ How about you, sunbae?”

“I can manage ‘Tasukete kudasai.'”

“I can also do ‘Sekai wa mamoru.'”

“Alright. We’ve mastered conversation. We won’t starve to death anywhere we go.”

After a bit of pointless conversation with Nam Jungyoon, we quickly arrived in Japan. We were crammed in with the crowd at Osaka Airport, which was already smaller than Narita, to find our luggage. They say there’s a population cliff, so why are there so many people…

It was a good thing we had called a taxi in advance. I dozed off in the back seat the whole way to the hotel. Even though I didn’t actually do anything with Jung Pureum, I felt like my energy had been drained. I think I was dissatisfied when we were doing it, but I have no idea why I’m so tired.

“The director’s stamina is a real problem. Can he handle Pureum like that?”

“I know, right? I wonder if he’ll even be able to go watch Pureum’s matches later on.”

“I’m going to go watch…”

“Wow, his desire for the Olympic games must be so great for him to answer even while dozing off.”

“Well, we’ll have to take him with us since he’s so pitiful.”

I used Ms. Kim Miyoung’s and Nam Jungyoon’s words as ASMR and closed my eyes completely. I’ll just sleep a little until we get to the hotel for real…