Just Five More Hours
When was the last time I had dated anyone, since elementary school? No—had I even experienced any real physical intimacy?
Even for someone as introverted and individualistic as me, craving the warmth of another person was only natural. So though it was a little embarrassing, there had been a stretch when I drifted through random internet chats. The thought of holding a man was too horrific, so I tried somehow to find a woman, but it was never easy.
Homosexuality might receive a somewhat gentler gaze these days, yet I still couldn’t just come right out and say, “I’m a woman looking for a woman to have sex with.” Of course heterosexuality wasn’t any different, so in the end I met no one at all, and little by little the house began to fill with dolls.
One day I thought, if this keeps up I’ll lose my mind, so I cleared them all out. I couldn’t quit masturbating entirely, but I cut the frequency as low as I could manage.
Through that stormy period I discovered one fact about myself: I got aroused and climaxed so easily I might as well have had female premature ejaculation.
At its worst, twenty seconds of touching was enough to make me feel I was about to go; I would stop my hand and take deep breaths. Of course anyone who stared at a beautiful woman’s body in the mirror and made herself moan would feel her brain scramble with that sense of taboo and get excited…
So back then I didn’t pay it much mind. Ah, when a person is already aroused, finishing a little early is only natural—I told myself.
“Hngh…!”
The finger that had been lingering in an ambiguous place slipped out of my vagina again and pressed firmly, deliberately, against the entrance. Every time my back arched sharply under that sensual motion, sunbae seized my breasts and hauled me against her, as if forbidding me to leave her arms.
“Does it feel good?”
She asked against my ear. It didn’t feel good at all—and yet it wasn’t bad either. The soft warmth of the breasts of the woman who had raped and kidnapped me pressed into my back; my body took satisfaction from it. That body disgusted me, but the reason that could still recognize the disgust made me proud.
“H-ngh…”
“You don’t have to hold it in. Ah, look at your toes spreading. You’re crazy…!”
Pleasure was still pleasure. No matter how unpleasant or furious I felt, pleasure remained exactly what the word meant. I was not so indifferent to this that I could ignore fingers that were a little cooler and softer than the inside of a vagina, caressing me instead of a dildo roughly scraping and thrusting against the walls.
That was exactly why I wanted to escape even more. Afraid of enjoying the dizzying, taboo pleasure itself, I thrashed inside sunbae’s embrace. Arms and legs stretched straight out, flailing—did she like that better? She wrapped one arm completely under my breasts and buried her face in the nape of my neck.
“W-wait a second…”
“Why? About to come? Hmm?”
“Y-yes…!”
I answered with my head bowed low. I didn’t know whether it helped the lover act, but leaving that aside I answered that way simply because I really was about to come. Sunbae’s hand moved more stickily, then carefully withdrew the finger that had only just entered the entrance.
“Hoo… hngh…”
I felt my thoroughly heated body begin to cool by degrees.
“You’re thrashing around a lot. Embarrassed?”
“A-a little… a little…”
Whether she didn’t mind the thrashing, she only asked in an ordinary tone. While I regulated my rough breathing and chewed on the regret of stopping right before climax, the hand that had been touching my pussy started moving again.
“If you’re about to come, you have to tell me. Got it?”
“Hyaat…! Yes…!”
The quickly moving hand pushed aside the clitoral hood and began caressing the sensitive flesh beneath. Every nerve in my body seemed to rush there; my mind grew hazy. At the same time some finger—I couldn’t even tell which—pressed firmly against the entrance, slipped inside, and rubbed the upper wall of my vagina in slow, deliberate circles.
“W-wait…!”
I was going to come right then. I grabbed sunbae’s arm with both cuffed hands, but I lacked the strength to pull it away; I could only clutch the arm tightly and tremble all over.
The finger stopped again. Then it moved again. Feeling something was wrong I thrashed, and against my ear came the soft command, “Don’t thrash, Heeyeon,” along with the stifling warmth of the person hugging me tightly from behind.
My mind grew more and more clouded. I couldn’t understand at all why I was feeling pleasure right now. I hated sunbae. If someone handed me a weapon this instant I could kill her. Feeling pleasure from that person was so disgusting I squeezed my eyes shut and gripped the arm even harder.
“Don’t hold back your moans. Okay?”
The order arrived at my ear. Yes—an order. Forced by it, I opened my mouth and let out the cries I had been holding in.
The small body settling into my arms. It wasn’t that I liked little girls or anything, but if Heeyeon had been a little girl I would simply have loved little girls—thinking that, I stopped the hand slick with her juices.
“Hweh…?”
Heeyeon, eyes squeezed shut, toes curled, every ounce of strength poured into the hand gripping my arm as she waited for orgasm, let out a sound of pure confusion. Well, I hadn’t started with this intention, but seeing that reaction I simply couldn’t hold back the mischievous impulse.
“Hehe.”
When all my fingers slid in, I watched her chin tremble. I wanted to bite the nape of her neck. As I carefully brushed the remaining fingers over her most sensitive spot, the walls of her vagina fluttered, as if declaring that if I wouldn’t let her come she would do it herself.
How much time had passed? Ah—I was definitely going to be late for The Company tomorrow. No wonder my fingers were wrinkled like they’d been soaking in water. Still, as the price for three enjoyable hours with Heeyeon, it wasn’t bad at all.
I hadn’t meant to do this at first, but wanting to watch her melt stickily without ever letting her finish, I kept moving. In those three hours she managed to reach climax only once—and even that was because she moved her own hips when I wasn’t particularly doing anything. It hadn’t been a satisfying, full release either, so her face was still flushed deep red.
I withdrew my hand. It was quite late; maybe I should just stay up all night and somehow make it to work.
If I slept I might oversleep and be late, but if I didn’t sleep I could play with Heeyeon for five more hours, couldn’t I? The moment that thought arrived it seemed like an excellent idea. In the brief second I loosened my arms she tried to reach down and touch herself, so I pulled her tightly against me again.
“U-ah…!”
She made a sound of pure frustration. Her nipples were stiffly erect, so I flicked them lightly with a fingernail and said,
“No masturbating. Got it?”
“I-uh… Unnie…”
She turned her head with an almost affectionate look and opened her mouth. She had been making only breathing sounds for so long that hearing her voice again felt strangely precious.
“Hmm?”
“P-please… l-let me come…”
“…Ah, climax? You startled me. Huhu, should I?”
For a second I couldn’t speak, wondering where on earth she wanted me to send her; then I realized what she meant and laughed easily. Of course not.
Whether I had briefly worn a frightening expression, a flash of fear crossed her melted face. That wouldn’t do—how carefully I had crafted that look. I put my hand back on her pussy. It was so wet that strings of slick stretched between her thighs; the juices made everything slippery.
Unlike the beginning, she now spread her legs wide on her own, murmuring a tiny “Unnie…” while she panted. She was so lovable I could hardly stand it. The childish vow from the earliest days of love—that I would give my life for her—floated up again.
So I thought maybe I really would let her finish this time… then simply stopped my hand with a snap. The inside of her vagina writhed madly, but fortunately she still didn’t tip over the edge. I let out a quiet breath of relief.
Heeyeon, who had been hanging her head, lifted it. Not merely lifted—she leaned her whole head against me. I caught her chin, turned it slightly, and kissed her. A shiny trail of drool marked her chin.
“Pff, dirty.”
It wasn’t dirty at all, but I said it playfully with a smile. The bed itself was soaked through with her juices; anyone who didn’t know better would think she had wet the sheets.
“U-Unnie… I-I… w-want to c-come… please…?”
“Hmm… Unnie was thinking of not sleeping tonight. Can’t we do just five more hours?”
“N-no… nooo… p-please, l-let me come. Please?”
She suddenly wriggled in my arms, trying to turn around, so I let her. She gathered both hands against her chest and burrowed deep into my embrace. The sheer destructive cuteness of it made me feel like my nose might start bleeding; I squeezed my eyes shut.
“Ugh…”
“O-or… c-could you… allow me to m-masturbate…?”
When I cracked my eyes open I found her looking up at me with bright, pleading eyes. She must have been a little embarrassed herself; her ears were burning red.
“Hmm, what will you do for me?”
The words came out of habit. She flinched, then blurted, “Ah, nothing,” and tried to cover herself a little. I told her it was a joke, caught her arm, and pulled her straight back into my arms.
Five hours seemed excessive even to me, so I decided I would do just two more and then stop.
After that I would make her go to sleep without ever letting her climax. And forbid masturbation too. The thought of that small, mean prank already made it hard to hold back a smile; I mixed the laugh into the breath that was hot with excitement and let it out.
Maybe I was too worked up myself—my own underwear was already a sticky mess and felt unpleasant. Even so the desire had nowhere to go, so I kept turning over what little cruelty I might try next.
Ah—if I told her that climaxing now would earn a punishment, and then sincerely moved my hand, what face would she make?
“Ah, almost let you come.”
Heeyeon was trembling. A long string of drool hung from her mouth and dripped onto her lower belly.
Lost in thought, I had nearly missed how close she was. I yanked my fingers free and brought them—so wet with her juices one might think they were steaming—to her lips. She hesitated a moment, then took them into her mouth and licked them clean with her tongue.
Just as I expected, when I told the girl who hadn’t come even once since then that masturbation was forbidden and that we were finished for today, she made that unique wet-rabbit expression of hers. It delighted me so much I went downstairs, climbed into bed, and the moment I touched myself the pleasure I had been holding back burst free like a dam breaking.
After I finished getting ready for work I went back upstairs and touched Heeyeon for about ten minutes more, then set my body in motion again for The Company, already looking forward to the weekend when I could touch her all day long.