The Clamp at 2.6 Meters High
Right now, before my eyes, a beautiful naked slender hung against the wooden wall with her legs spread wide.
No landscape I had ever seen in all my travels around the world could deliver an emotion this overwhelming.
That pretty pink of her translucent, perfect nipples—no paint on earth could ever imitate the color. The outer lips of her sex, swollen and thrust forward, taut between those legs flung open for a man she was meeting for the first time. The bare body of a goddess sculpted down to the last exquisite line, not a single thread left on her.
And yet I still had not properly touched this completely unresisting woman.
Even so, as if I myself were the true culprit who had set her aflame, blue veins raced like living things beneath her pale, nearly transparent skin. A beautiful flush covered everything—her cheekbones, her cheeks, her ears, the corners of her eyes…
Mmngh~
She let out a moan that could have been pain or pleasure. While I had been binding the thick ropes connected to the clamps high on the massive wooden panel and hauling her up, she must have been hurt. That rough surface, never properly treated with mineral oil, had surely been too much for her delicate back.
I walked slowly toward the woman hanging on the wall… and stopped right in front of her naked body.
Then I reached out, planted my arms against the wooden wall, and began inhaling her scent, starting from the glossy side of her hair that spilled down. While I drank in that dizzying fragrance a female in heat pours out, I must have heated up right along with her. The soft, glossy little hairs at her temple trembled together with her expression under the warm, heat-laden breath I exhaled.
Uhh-hmm~
Her slender, pretty body undulated like a wave from ankles all the way to her throat.
I brought the front of my lips against her small, perfectly round ear and lingered there for a moment.
Hoo~
Ah!
Even this tiny ear overflowed with a lovely scent. The vibrating fragrance of a woman’s flower, rising up through her body, a scent no shampoo or body wash could ever cover. Under the bright lights her ear twitched like a cat’s, matching my every breath.
I kissed the deep hollow of her collarbone, deep enough that it looked ready to catch rainwater.
On the bright wall lit by the only lights in this space that belonged to just the two of us, cast against the body of the woman hanging with her back to that wall, a shadow the size of my own body appeared.
If you don’t refuse me, I’ll lick you all the way down to your toes.
Perhaps because the situation just moments earlier had left me soaked in sweat, my saliva felt a little stickier and warmer than usual. Past her almost breakable collarbone I rode the upper curve of her crescent-moon breasts, drawing with my tongue. Along the path of my movement the trail of fluid from my body was painted across her skin. That trail of saliva stretched long enough to catch the light from the ceiling fixtures.
Longer… still longer…
My tongue, like a brush, mercilessly painted thick, fluid strokes of sticky pigment across her naked body. The crescent breasts… and above them the pink areolae gently resting, nipples standing even more vividly erect… the place every man would long for his entire life…
Exactly the way I had first nursed as a child, I hid my dangerous teeth and took only that full, soft part of her into the tender inside of my mouth.
Ah…!
Her chin snapped skyward with a little bounce of elasticity. For a moment the blue of the veins stood out darker against the flawless smooth skin of her throat, and she twisted that milky neck diagonally, giving a tiny shudder.
While I sucked and licked her breast I sent her a look.
Tell me. Your desire…
There… bite me too… just not too hard…
Mm— I’ll only bite you lightly, just enough to feel good.
As if she had heard the invitation inside my mind, she offered me one page of her desire. With the soft nipple held lightly between my teeth, twisted just so, I pushed my tongue out and licked. Under that unhurried, slow movement her body, already on the edge, broke out in goosebumps and squirmed even while hanging. Every time the stimulation pushed past her endurance, this butterfly twisted her waist without even realizing it.
With my left hand I carefully cupped the underside of her right breast. Because that hand did less hard work, the palm was soft, so it met her pudding-plush breast with no sense of wrongness at all. I pushed her springy breast upward from below… and teased the long, vertically standing nipple with circling licks of my tongue. Every two or three turns the soft nipple stiffened a little more. Even the left breast right in front of my eyes followed, blood rushing into nipple and areola; the little bumps around that areola swelled as well. Yet the breast currently being devoured by my tongue grew noticeably larger and more pronounced.
Perhaps without realizing it I had concentrated so hard that I had pressed too close. The residual vibration of the vibrator her pussy was gripping seemed to travel across the short space and reach my own lower body just ahead of it.
I slowed the licking of her breast and looked down from above at the outer lips of her sex. Her body was growing wetter and wetter; watching it, my own lips went dry in reverse. I neatly lined up the four fingers of my idle right hand and, from below, brushed them lightly upward along the cleft of her sex.
Ha-eung~
The fingertips that just touched her sex are hot enough to boil.
They even pulse outward so strongly I can feel the rhythm of her heartbeat.
On the little wire of the remote designed so the vibrator hanging from her body could be pulled out from outside, love juice more brilliantly gleaming than my own saliva was dripping down. I brought my right hand up in front of my face and checked. I had only brushed once across the outside of her outer lips, yet nearly two knuckles of my four fingers—thumb excluded—were thickly coated with her fluid.
I raised the hand to my nose, closed my eyes, and drew a deep breath. This lewd, delicious fragrance that no word could ever capture. A faint, tasty tartness one would normally only sense deep inside the nose came tickling in and flooded me.
Slowly I brought those four wet fingers of my right hand in front of her lips. She flinched at the unexpected visit of my soaked right hand. She knew what she was supposed to do, yet she hesitated in front of a drink she had never tasted before. But soon she parted her lips and welcomed my neatly lined fingers. She stuck her tongue out past her lips and carefully licked them as if greeting the wet fingers. Finger by finger, every gap between them, she licked with desperate care, her clean, wet tongue sweeping around like a maid cleaning. Tsslp~! Her warm breath and tongue coiled around my fingers. Inside this quiet Room 19 the sound of her sucking my fingers coated in her own juices quietly echoed off the walls like a reverberation.
With an expression flushed far beyond what her pure, refined face should allow, she licked my fingers like a puppy. In my eyes she had at some point become a bitch in heat whose season had just begun. Her heated heat fanned the flame of my own scorching lewdness and in an instant wrung everything out of me.
I pulled my mouth off the right breast I had been sucking and moved it in front of her mouth. Setting my face at the same height as hers, I pushed my tongue in between the fingers of the right hand she was still sucking. While the female licked the palm and between my fingers, the male’s tongue shoved in from the back of the hand. Our tongues met, frantic and intermittent, in the spaces between my right fingers. My face itself felt hot enough that I could sense how flushed I had become. And greedily, like hyenas snatching food, we stole away the mixture of her juices coating my fingers and the saliva she had left while licking them. In this space where every other sound had stopped, her tongue and mine tangled together in a long, sticky dance that rang out greedily.
Today was the happily anticipated day I would receive my first paying customer since founding the business. Of course, the customer was someone as close as a brother and someone I already knew well. Myeonghun hyung had specially handed over a job from his own company so I could experience my first sales.
“Jinwoo-ya. Sorry I couldn’t get you a better price—”
“—Still, make it stand out so it’s on a completely different level from the cheapest stuff people buy.”
“Hyung! What’s that supposed to mean? One person’s order that somehow turns into two people’s work—?”
“—Comparing it to that still stings a little. Mine is handmade…”
We traded meaningless banter while I laughed and lightly smacked him on the back with my palm.
“Well… the customer’s remarks don’t exactly sit well with me—”
“—but since it’s my small yet precious first customer, I’ll craft it properly and present it.”
It was a job for the idol group Little S Pink Pocket belonging to the mid-sized agency Pocket Bag Label where hyung worked. Five of the nine members had somehow already become adults, so they had formed a new ‘unit group’ consisting only of those adult members to match a mature concept. The music-show stage where those girls who had only ever performed pure stages would debut their first mature-concept unit was right around the corner. That was why they wanted something original that would grab every eye: leather harnesses to wear over tight tank tops.
For the first stage of a five-member adult idol unit, they absolutely had to seize the fans’ attention, so as the harness maker I decided to push my skill to the absolute limit.
Well. Thanks to that, my product gets to make its broadcast debut too.
But I couldn’t personally measure the body sizes of the girls I was supposed to make the harnesses for. I asked hyung to give me their exact measurements. Compared to the visual impression from YouTube or broadcasts, the numbers were surprisingly thinner than expected.
Well. Material costs will be lower. But just how skinny are these kids?
Except for the leader, who was tall at 172 cm with E-cup breasts; because of that chest volume I had to make hers much larger and firmer than the other four. In body types… four of them were slim or skinny, and one was a slender.
“The proportions are good, but they’re so thin there’s not a scrap of flesh on them, right?”
Hyung swiped through the album on his own phone and showed me pictures while telling me to carefully set the concept to match each girl’s image.
“Celebrities are all like that…”
“So put some effort into making them look a bit bolder.”
“Aigoo… just stuff some padding in. The padding these days is cheap and good—”
“—I make leather goods, not padding.”
“I’m just saying… of course you put padding in. That’s basic.”
“But if the padding helps and the harness also helps the volume, isn’t that even better?”
“Don’t be late. You have to finish by Friday evening.”
I stuck out my lip at the sly agency Manager Im.
Yeah. Making money is never easy. At least he’s not a no-show nightmare customer.
Watching the photos of the doll-pretty female idols one after another, a sudden thought crossed my mind.
Women that eye-catchingly pretty, with those proportions and that slimness—how high must their standards for men be?
So once they’re old enough they marry chaebols or doctors or prosecutors, I guess.
As a dirt-poor man with no special abilities, a bitter feeling brushed past for a moment.
Fortunately the work finished in the two days I had planned. But after making them I still had to check the fit to make sure the leather and metal wouldn’t leave marks on their skin. The ones made for the too-thin members I couldn’t try on myself even if I wanted to… At least the one for the big-chested leader I could somehow force onto my own body to check. Of course… I still had to loosen every harness belt as far as it would go…
Whoa… the body is this thin, yet the chest is this much bigger than mine?
Even a mannequin couldn’t pull off this figure. Celebrity bodies really are on another level.
I tried it on to check the fit… and only then realized that Room 19, which I had moved into less than a week earlier, had no mirror. Forced to use the inconvenient phone camera, turning this way and that, I was inwardly shocked.
Next week on the way to work I should stop by Daizzo and buy a 5,000-won mirror.
But with a thick cotton T-shirt on underneath the harness, I couldn’t tell at all where anything chafed. The fabric was acting as a buffer between skin and harness.
I checked my phone clock. 6:44 p.m.
He said he’d come around seven, so I’ve still got time.
In a hurry I took off my top and tried the leader’s harness on bare skin again. Putting it on and taking it off over a cotton T-shirt hadn’t been especially hard… but on bare skin it was unexpectedly more difficult. I forced the product that was smaller than my body onto myself by opening every belt as wide as possible. Somehow I managed to get it on. Then I moved my body this way and that the way I would when dancing.
Ah! Ah~
The area under the ribs, where the leather overlapped and was thickest, immediately scraped the skin raw. The surface of the skin was properly abraded and scratched.
I only put in the padding effect because they asked… tsk!
Trying to make the girls’ chests look fuller is going to wreck the skin along their side ribs?
An oblivious male client in his thirties I could smooth over with a few words… but I couldn’t make a defective product that would leave marks on the pretty bodies of female idols who were barely twenty, twenty-one, and who would be the first to wear my work.
I have to show the big difference that only handmade pieces can deliver in careful finishing—that the quality is nothing like Temu or AliMama products.
I raised my arms high, twisted and turned my torso left and right, and found two more especially uncomfortable spots. Then I circled them with a brown pen on the leather to mark the locations.
Well… with a Dremel and some sandpaper… five minutes should roughly fix it.
Since it was almost seven when hyung was supposed to arrive, I had to take this off to finish the repairs. But as expected… it wouldn’t come off easily. Moving around had made me sweat, so the leather surface clung even tighter to bare skin. While I was alone making ridiculous contortions and grunting, trying to find a way…
A knocking sound came from the back door.
Knock knock~
I checked my phone. 6:57.
Traffic must have been lighter than expected.
This place was a single-unit container-style startup support room, so the door had to be opened from the inside outward.
“Just a second. Hold on.”
He should’ve come to the front door. Must have come straight up the side path from the parking lot by Room 20.
A man alone, upper body naked, wearing a woman’s harness—it was embarrassing, so I tried to get it off fast, but the more rushed I felt the more tangled it became.
Ah… damn… even if he sees me wearing it, what can he do?
We’re close enough that he’s already seen everything there is to see…
The sound from the back door rang louder than before.
Knock knock knock
“Ah~ just a second~ I’m coming~”
Can’t he wait a little? So impatient…
Still, bare skin was too embarrassing, so I hurriedly covered my front with the black cotton T-shirt I had taken off earlier and opened the back door with my right hand.
“Seriously, you couldn’t come three minutes later? Of all the awkward times…”
While opening the door I bent down and quickly set a wooden chock under the big steel door so the wind wouldn’t slam it shut. After carefully propping it so it would catch properly, still crouched, I lifted my head from bottom to top to look at whoever had arrived.
And the first thing I saw was…
Extremely short denim hot pants whose sides could be untied with knots, and, dangling between the gap at the crotch, a pink vibrator that was humming with sound.
…
And while I was still crouching, when I raised my head further above that…
Standing there was not the first paying customer of Friday I had expected, but a completely naked woman of slender build I had never seen before.
I cannot dare predict the future of my life, but at least about this moment I can be certain. Until the day I am laid in my grave, the memory of this instant will stay vividly alive inside my head. The way, during my military days, even if I was in deep sleep a light touch would make me spit out my rank and name by reflex—if someone shook me awake right now from the deepest sleep and told me to recite her appearance and outfit in detail, I am 101 percent certain I could spit it out within three seconds without missing a single word.
Bare feet in white sneakers. Past those lightly exposed slender ankles my gaze climbed. Next came the perfectly smooth, unblemished legs. For a moment my eyes lingered again on the embarrassing remote of the vibrator and the short denim hot pants whose first button was undone, then continued upward. The sharply cut line of the iliac crest. The narrow waist and vertical navel that followed, and even the clear eleven-pack abs. Everywhere my gaze landed, silent admiration burst out inside me, separate from any attempt to understand the situation.
No rings on her fingers, yet on her wrist a gold bracelet much too large for her own size softly clinked. Her top was a black mesh knit sweater so sheer you could see straight through; between the net, crescent breasts without a bra and clearly standing pink nipples. Above the fabric that had slipped slightly to bare one shoulder, a long, paper-white neckline stretched. Crescent earrings sparkling at her ears. Long eyelashes lowered over translucent makeup. An egg-shaped face like a sculpture—the perfect top-tier slender body of a woman in her twenties.
As if riding her body, my gaze kept climbing and descending again and again in exactly the order I had just recited, as though caught in the magic of a repeat sign. Not even knowing how much time was passing, I simply stood there blankly, captivated by her sensual beauty.
“Am I a little early… by any chance… do you… like it?”
Her trembling voice broke my solemn silence.
Like… what?
This tearfully grateful thank-you outfit? Or that lewd vibrator remote?
Inside me cheers of pure joy and screams of panic exploded together, but my mouth had frozen solid. Holding the black cotton T-shirt dangling from my left hand, leather harness alone strapped over bare skin—that lewd state was exactly how I stood in front of this beautiful slender woman right now.
That was when I realized: when a human being named me faces an extreme situation he never expected, rational response becomes completely impossible. Whether a huge amount of time had actually passed or I simply felt a single instant that way, I only stood there stupidly, face vacant, blinking, unable to answer.
Then she gently pushed aside the hand that held my black T-shirt. And she stretched out her palm toward my upper body locked into the harness and began slowly stroking downward from above, riding across my chest. At the dizzying touch of her hand I felt as if my breath would stop. Looking up at me from below with moist eyes, the woman shorter than me. A distance so close she was almost nestled in my arms. Her red lips opened sweetly and low.
“I’ve never seen a man dressed like this before…”
In the silence that felt ready to burst my heart, she rose onto tiptoes as if driving in the final nail and whispered into my ear.
“I like this outfit…”
And the very moment she finished speaking—
This time a loud sound rang out again from the front door.
Knock knock knock knock!
“Jinwoo-ya~ Your first customer is here to pick up the goods!”
Suddenly I, who had been swimming frantically inside a rapturous fantasy, slammed back into reality. Cold sweat poured down my spine in an instant.
Uh… what do I do?
I held my breath, not knowing what to do, yet the vibrator inside the crotch of the slender woman in front of me kept humming and vibrating, completely indifferent to my panic.