Just Hold On for a Month
"Unnie, Unnie."
"Hmm? What is it?"
"Th-this... can't you not do this? I-I'll be really good from now on. Okay?"
The sensation I never wanted to feel again. Sight and hearing vanishing, every sense peeling away from my body one by one—that was a feeling I truly never, ever wanted to experience again.
It was nothing like simply closing my eyes and drifting off to sleep. At first, sure, it had felt nice because my body was comfortable.
"I'll think about it. Hehe."
"U-Unnie. Okay? I'll r-really listen well. Okay?"
My senior laughed playfully. Every time a breath of air brushed my pussy, my hips twitched a little. Strength surged into my body, down below, then released again.
"How cute. Heeyeon. Were you scared?"
"Yes. Yes! I-I was scared!"
"Looking at the paper you wrote yesterday, it said you were fine."
After saying that, my senior grabbed my stomach and lifted me a little. My pussy arrived right in front of her mouth, and my face flushed red. Exposing a woman's most precious part so blatantly like this was embarrassing.
"Chuuup."
When her lips touched my pussy, a thrill that couldn't even compare to the pleasure of masturbation earlier shot up my spine. Or maybe it was more accurate to say it came down now.
"Okay. I won't. As long as Heeyeon listens well."
Hearing those nice words, I nodded vigorously, and my senior kissed me longer than before.
"Eh, hehe. But Unnie, this... th-this position is a little... e-embarrassing..."
"Hmm, what other punishment should I give."
My senior mumbled as if she couldn't hear me, still with her mouth on me. As her lips moved, tapping against my clitoris, my toes draped over her shoulders wriggled frantically. Against my will.
"U-Unnie, and this... m-my neck hurts..."
"Hmph, you want a lot of things, Heeyeon."
"N-no! No! I-it's fine!"
And as a member of the human race that wants to sit when standing and lie down when sitting, once the long and terrible crisis had passed, the tension in my body gradually eased. The sensitivity that had seemed ready to climax at the slightest touch slowly lowered, and thanks to that uncomfortable position where my chin touched my collarbone, breathing became harder and harder.
My senior chuckled again this time. Fortunately, she didn't get particularly angry, so looking back, I wondered what I was doing in front of someone who had broken my finger just for not listening and calling her senior.
The two hands that had been pulling me up moved onto my stomach, roaming here and there. When my senior lowered her hands further, they bumped into the underside of my breasts.
"Ah, so soft."
Saying that, one hand went over my breast, the other kept stroking my stomach suuk-suuk, making me feel like a doll. My senior took a deep breath, made a fragrant expression, and exhaled. The breeze tickled my clitoris.
Then suddenly, my senior's tongue stuck out. She poked my clitoris little by little with the tip of her tongue, then pressed firmly, and only then did I realize my clitoris was standing stiffly.
"S-se-senior. It's dirty...!"
"Don't call me senior. Okay? Dummy."
"...! Ah...!"
"I'll let it slide today. Yeah, today."
The hand stroking my stomach found my navel and pressed firmly. I didn't feel any particular sensation. Especially not pain or anything sexually helpful.
"Ah, and did you know?"
Suddenly my senior's mouth left. My pussy felt a little disappointed, so I made an 'Ah...' sound, and my senior rubbed my body diligently with her remaining two hands as she continued.
"They were looking for Heeyeon a lot at the company. You must be good at your job. Our Heeyeon."
"...Ah..."
Yeah, it was only natural. A full-grown adult suddenly quitting the company might not be a big deal for the company itself, but at least among team leaders or employees, it could be something people talk about.
"It's fine. I showed them the photos I took of you saying you went on a trip. Good job, right?"
"Uh, uh..."
"Probably no one will report it. Right? Since you just have to hold out for a month..."
My senior said with an expression full of fatigue. The words that no one would report it stuck in my ears.
...Isn't this a bit of a big problem? Suddenly my heart started pounding. Come to think of it, why was I so confident when my senior posted photos on SNS? Or not? Had I already given up then?
No, no. It was something I just had to hold out for a month. There was no way no one would find it strange that I didn't contact anyone for a month. Yeah, it definitely had to be that way.
"...O-o-one month?"
And as I was monologuing like that, my senior's words bothered me. Hold out for just a month? By whose standards?
"Yeah, one month. Hihi."
My senior laughed. She set me down for a moment and skillfully started stripping off her clothes on the bed. A hairless female body was right in front of my eyes, but I felt nothing. Just suddenly, an insane emptiness.
Since I was back in a lying position on the bed, breathing was a little easier now.
"W-why, why, uh, why one month...?"
"...Heh, there's a reason. Anyway."
My senior lifted me again. Unlike before, she lifted me so my head was up. Even though there was a height difference, it was amazing how easily she lifted me like this.
My senior pressed me against her body. Since all my limbs were behind me, what touched was her breasts, a little bigger than mine. Even so, my senior kept pulling me, so my lower abdomen, my solar plexus, slowly started to touch.
"U-Unnie? W-what does one month mean?"
I couldn't hold back and asked again.
My senior, who had lain down next to the bed as is, pushed me up a little and buried her face in my breasts, mumbling.
"Let's rest a bit first. Okay? I just got off work."
"W-what one month m-means, t-tell me. Okay? A-are you g-going to let me go after one month...?"
That alone filled my head. Starting from how my senior found out about the plan in my heart, to the thought that maybe it meant she'd let me go after a month—and the hypothesis that she was just talking about her plan that people's interest would cool after about a month.
They weren't thoughts that would scatter at the sight of my senior rubbing her face happily, ecstatically against my breasts.
"Mm, no. Let you go? Ahat."
My senior pulled her face away and answered. The sensation of looking up at me was strange. I wondered if I should bite off her nose with my front teeth right away.
"Ahaha, ahat...!"
My senior kept laughing. She pulled me down again and faced me. I couldn't get a sense of which of her right or left eye to match, so I lowered my eyes smoothly. The cleavage between the breasts we made was visible.
"Pfft, ah, really. Heeyeon. Are you a retard?"
"Eut, yes...?"
My senior's hand now stroked my back. Then she squeezed my butt as if she wanted to burst it, shaking it this way and that, while her remaining hand fondled my thigh.
The fingers fondling my thigh gradually came inside and entered my vagina that still hadn't lost its moisture. At the reverse surging insertion feeling, strength filled my closed eyes.
"Ah, dummy, retard. Heeyeon. Let you go? Okay? Does that make sense? Ahat, right?"
"Ah. Hehe... R-right...?"
Then suddenly, as the finger pressed up firmly as if to pierce the vaginal wall.
"Euhyaak...!"
A stupid sound burst from my mouth. My senior snickered.
"You feel it really well. Or not? Does it hurt? Are you doing that because it hurts?"
"Eut, se- ah, Unnie. Th-it's a little scary..."
Maybe because I suddenly got cursed at, my head wasn't working. I couldn't remember when someone last sent hostility my way. The people at the company didn't curse either.
For someone like me without a single close dick friend, hearing swear words had that much impact.
"Answer quickly. Okay? Does it feel good? Does it hurt?"
"Th-that. Eut, ah, it hur-"
The hand that had been touching my butt somehow came up and blocked my mouth. That clearly small hand covering my mouth felt so big, a size that even made me feel satisfaction. Covering mouth and nose, a size that almost reached my eyes.
"No. I don't think you need to say it. I'll figure it out."
Her hand slowly left my mouth. Feeling that if I said even one more word she'd block it again, I quietly shut my mouth, and the finger inside my vagina moved little by little.
"Heeyeon. What does Heeyeon need to get excited?"
"I-I, yes? I-I don't, don't know..."
"Hmm."
My senior just kissed me. When I didn't open my mouth, she grabbed my chin with her hand and pulled, pushing her tongue in. The tongue licking my lips and teeth came deeper and deeper, touching my tongue.
A little scared, I just stayed still. I was breathing through my nose. My breathing was shaking this way and that.
"Pfft, kissing works. Easy to understand?"
"..."
"Ah, I should have been a man."
My senior's mumbling finger scraped the vaginal wall as it went in. With a heuut sound, a gurgle came from my stomach.
"Heh, once you come I'll give you food. Ah, right. No food. Hmm, delivery? Yeah. Let's order delivery. So, come quickly. Okay?"
My dizzy head started to clear a little. How could I understand this crazy bitch. It was as stupid as understanding someone who wears a foil hat on their head.
I wondered if not being able to climax was not obeying my senior's words. So I shut my mouth tightly and buried my face in my senior's nape.
Unlike my senior who was surprised saying "Oh my," as the woman's body scent wafted strongly, I was able to reach climax soon.
Even so, the climax felt good. As the primal pleasure swept through my head, it became a little more bearable again, so I faked a smile and whined to my senior that I was hungry.
That dummy, retard-like acting seemed to please my senior, as she untied me and got up, saying wait a moment, roughly putting on only underwear and leaving the room. The light was on.