My Alpha Era Began with Gongjindan Chapter 93

I’m not exactly small myself, but compared to Jung Pureum’s, it stung my pride just a little. Do all athletes just naturally have big ones? Since I’d only ever seen Jung Pureum’s, I had nothing to compare it to.

Even the toy I’d been using for quite a while seemed small next to Jung Pureum’s erect one. Once upon a time, I’d struggled quite a bit just to get that thing in.

I didn’t even need the lube I’d brought just in case I wasn’t wet enough. Fluid was already dripping out of my hole. Every time my wet lower half appeared on the screen, I felt like running away.

I never got this wet when I did it alone.

I think I was unconsciously excited by the fact that Jung Pureum was watching. When I’d been struggling through the past week on my own, even coming hadn’t been easy.

―Your hole’s a little swollen. You must have done it a lot.

“I didn’t do it that much. This thing, ugh, it’s big, you know….”

―It’s not that big. That thing was your substitute all week? I’m jealous.

“Jealous over the strangest things… hnn, ah….”

I grabbed my own cheeks, spread them apart, and inserted the toy. It went in fairly easily up to the middle, but after that, it was hard to get in. It was because I’d gotten into the habit of only pushing it in halfway each time, afraid to thrust it all the way in.

―You only put it in that far….

Jung Pureum murmured, almost whispering. I could sense the excitement in his voice. Knowing he was getting excited watching me masturbate felt strange.

Doing this over video call was embarrassing, but also novel. How many times in one’s life would they do something like this? Still, something was missing. It felt a bit unsatisfying, I suppose.

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

I was entranced, pushing the toy further inside as Jung Pureum instructed. A pained moan escaped me. As I gripped my front and stroked it in tandem, the toy that hadn’t been going in easily slowly burrowed deeper.

―Hyung, turn on the power too.

“Ah, hnn… no… it’s too loud.”

―I couldn’t hear you masturbating from my place.

Of course not—if I had, that would be a disaster. They’d report the shoddy construction of my apartment immediately. The construction company destroyed my human rights.

―Honestly, every time you stayed home because of your heat cycle, I got a little turned on.

Hearing the word “turned on” come out of the mouth of my good, sweet Jung Pureum made my head spin. Hearing that he’d masturbated imagining me multiple times—how was I supposed to react to that?

I’d told him if he was going to say things like that, not to, but Jung Pureum didn’t seem to be listening to me. Maybe he was so excited he didn’t even realize the words coming out of his mouth were dirty talk.

In his own mind, he was probably just speaking what he felt. He was just stating facts, and I was the only one getting more and more embarrassed.

―Are you really not going to turn on the power? Since it’s so small… I don’t think it’ll be satisfying.

“Satisfying, ugh… it’s satisfying enough.”

Jung Pureum’s cock, visible on the other side of the screen, was glistening with pre-cum. Compared to that, it was indeed unsatisfying. But I didn’t want to show myself losing my mind over a vibrating toy.

I knew there was no dignity to uphold in the middle of phone sex over a video call, but showing myself any more disheveled than this felt like it would shatter my authority as his hyung.

―I want to fuck you, hyung….

I couldn’t say things like that the way Jung Pureum did….

Just then, my social decorum, which had run away, came rushing back in a panic, grabbed my rationality, and said, ‘You can’t talk like Jung Pureum! You’re the older one!’ Thanks to that, I barely managed to swallow the words ‘I want you to fuck me too’ before they came out.

The toy, which had burrowed deeper than when I was alone, pressed firmly against the tender flesh inside. Every time I felt that pressure, my abdomen tensed.

Out of habit, I pressed my hand against my lower belly. It wasn’t as satisfying as when Jung Pureum would wrap his thick arms around me and pin me down with his weight, but the feeling of being pressed from both inside and out made me harden again.

―You like pressing on your belly?

“Uh, yeah… a little, hnn, ah….”

―Touch your chest too. Pull up your shirt.

His demands were becoming increasingly explicit. I felt like I was putting on a strip show for Jung Pureum.

I pulled up my top and, as Jung Pureum requested, exposed my flat chest. Now that I’d actually done it, I wondered why he’d asked to see such an unimpressive chest.

As I kneaded it the way Jung Pureum would, the top, no longer held in place, kept falling back down.

―Bite it. Your shirt keeps falling.

The commanding tone I rarely heard from him continued. His voice was gentle, but knowing it was Jung Pureum made it hard to refuse.

As I did as I was told, biting the hem of my shirt and rubbing my chest, my hips jerked involuntarily. My nipples, exposed to the air, stood erect and swollen sensitively.

―You’re swaying your hips just from touching your chest. You like your belly, you like your chest….

The pleasure was starting to make my head spin. The toy, buried deep inside, pressed firmly against my weak spots, carving a path along my inner walls.

If it were Jung Pureum, he’d go even deeper.

The moment I thought that, my lower abdomen ached, and arousal fluid pooled between my spread cheeks. I felt like I was suffocating from my own pheromones filling the room.

The toy, inserted almost all the way, spun uselessly inside me. If it had vibrated, I would have come undone just from that. I gasped for breath and met Jung Pureum’s eyes on the screen.

“Pureum-ah, ugh, ah… Jung Pureum….”

Just calling his name made Jung Pureum let out a low moan.

This really wasn’t enough. It seemed Jung Pureum felt the same lack. At least I had a toy; all Jung Pureum had was his hand.

Rubbing my chest, I came again. Much thinner semen than before spilled out. Jung Pureum probably couldn’t see it, but a few drops splattered onto the phone screen.

Panting, I pulled the toy out, and my stretched hole was visible on the small screen. I hurriedly closed my legs. The fact that he’d seen that so explicitly was humiliating.

―Show me more….

A disappointed sound escaped Jung Pureum. I could see his veined cock twitch and release thick semen. Unlike me, Jung Pureum had apparently been saving himself.

Even after coming once, Jung Pureum was still hard. Seeing that kept making me swallow. Ah, that must feel really good… Jung Pureum’s cock looks so delicious….

However, thanks to my social decorum, which had allied with my rationality to restrain me, the disaster of me saying “Your cock looks delicious” was averted. That was a relief.

“I miss you….”

This was also something I never would have said before. First of all, the option of phone sex with someone wouldn’t have existed for me.

But I genuinely missed Jung Pureum. Of course, Jung Pureum winning a gold medal was important, but the most important thing was that he was by my side.

∞ ∞ ∞

As I arrived at Incheon Airport, dragging my suitcase, Kim Miyoung, who was dressed in what was clearly resort wear, greeted me.

“Did you not sleep well? You look tired around the eyes.”

“I stayed up a bit late talking to Pureum yesterday.”

“You’ll see him soon anyway. Honestly, you’re so dramatic.”

Kim Miyoung laughed heartily and slapped my back. Her grip was so strong that each hit pushed me a step forward.

Similarly dressed in resort wear, Nam Jungyoon spotted us from afar and waved.

“You two are here early.”

“It’s better to arrive early if we want to check in our bags and do some duty-free shopping.”

We followed Kim Miyoung, who exuded the aura of a professional, as we checked our bags and got our tickets. The airport was so crowded it was hard to breathe.

“You can just swap your SIM card on the plane.”

I merely nodded at Kim Miyoung’s guidance, which was more helpful than any guide’s. With her, I feared no place….

Because of the Olympics, there were many departing flights, and the airport was literally packed with people. After navigating that crowd and following Nam Jungyoon, who was obsessed with duty-free shopping, it was soon time to board.

The flight was 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 rather that the fact that I could see Jung Pureum again once these Olympics were over made me giddy.

“Jungyoon, do you know Japanese?”

“I know ‘Arigatou gozaimasu’ at least. How about you, sunbae?”

“I know ‘Tasukete kudasai.'”

“I can also manage ‘Sekai wa mamoru.'”

“Alright, you’re our conversation master. We won’t starve anywhere we go.”

As I exchanged such useless banter with Nam Jungyoon, we soon arrived in Japan. Already narrower than Narita Airport, Osaka Airport was teeming with people as we squeezed through the crowd to retrieve our luggage. I thought Japan had a population decline, so why are there so many people here….

It was a relief we’d called a taxi in advance. I sat in the back seat the entire ride to the hotel, nodding off. Even though I hadn’t actually done it with Jung Pureum, I felt drained. During the act, it had felt unsatisfying, but now I was inexplicably exhausted.

“Director, your stamina is in serious trouble. At this rate, can you handle Pureum?”

“Exactly. At this rate, I wonder if he’ll even be able to watch Pureum’s matches later.”

“I’m going to watch them….”

“Wow, his desire to watch the Olympics is so strong he answers even while half-asleep.”

“We’ll just have to take pity and look after him, I guess.”

Using Kim Miyoung and Nam Jungyoon’s conversation as ASMR, I completely closed my eyes. I just need to sleep a little bit until we actually get to the hotel….