Not Wet at All
I was straddling the space between her lower belly and her thighs, and I could feel the soft heat of Senior's inner thighs against me. They were so much hotter than my own body that I half-wondered if all the blood had rushed to my face and left her legs wanting.
Senior's hand — no, a hand that could have belonged to anyone — stroked my shoulder.
"Ahat, look at those goosebumps. Cute."
Senior's voice. The hand that had been brushing me lightly closed around my shoulder, then began to slide lower, and just as I thought it would reach my breast it fell away again. It ignored my chest entirely and went down to my ribs.
Senior traced my ribcage the way someone might run a finger along a xylophone, then jabbed at my solar plexus with a fingertip — index? middle? I couldn't tell.
"Hhk."
Maybe because it was a vital spot, I sucked in a breath without meaning to. Even if it hadn't been, I flinched every time Senior's hand touched me.
…This was my first time. In my previous life and in this one. Somewhere in a corner of my heart I had been proud of how long I had kept my virginity, but I was still the sort of woman who hungered. More precisely, I hungered for love.
Every time Senior's hand found me, a little flinch, a little hhut, some girlish sound would slip out of me. Startled by the noise, I would try to cover my mouth — only for the handcuffs I had already forgotten about a dozen times to assert themselves again.
So this was how much a person moved their arms. That was the thought I was left with.
Anyway. I had no experience at all. And I had spent years dreaming of having it. So it was only natural that my body was warming a little — just a little.
A restless ache had started on the insides of my thighs. Even as I clenched without meaning to, twitching in search of any kind of stimulation, Senior's hands kept roaming over me, and every place they touched left me dizzy with the tension of not knowing whether pain or pleasure would come next.
Afraid. And, at the same time, aroused.
Long anticipation and the terror of having been kidnapped tangled together in my head.
"Oh my."
Senior's voice. Senior's hands left my body for a moment. I could feel a heartbeat against the insides of her thighs — was that my imagination, or had I grown that sensitive, or was Senior's heart pounding that hard?
I was afraid she might suddenly break my fingers. Afraid she might touch the ones that were already hurt. Afraid a sharp pain might land on my cheek or my stomach without warning.
"Heeyeon."
"Hhk — y-yes. Yes."
I answered, startled by the sudden sound of her voice, and Senior's hand settled softly over my breast. Gentle in a way that had nothing to do with the madness she had shown me so far — and yet like the hand of someone who had been starving for a very long time.
"It's hard here. Hehe."
Senior laughed. A voice thick with lust. Even I could feel that my nipples had gone stiff, and my face burned without my permission — a heat different from the one that came after being slapped.
Her palm stayed there, rubbing over the nipple, but it was a place I had never really touched even at the height of my own desperate masturbation, so the sensation was nothing much. A mild tickle. That was all.
"Uh, th-that's—"
Still, the fact that I, a kidnapping victim, was getting aroused was embarrassing enough that I almost felt grateful for the blindfold.
"It's fine. There's nothing strange about it. I'm glad, actually."
Senior murmured it almost to herself. In the way her hands worked my breasts like clay I could feel both the urge to burst them open right then and the feeling that they had to be handled with care. How accurate the instincts of someone who had never even had a real conversation about sex could be, I had no idea.
And then, strangely, my body began to cool. Only the heat in my cheeks remained, and with it the awareness that I was bound hand and foot, blindfolded, with no choices left to me at all while someone fondled my chest.
Among the tangle of feelings in the hands on my breasts, one rose above the rest and swallowed me whole: the absolute certainty that the owner of these breasts was her. The sensation of someone handling her own doll.
Was I going soft? Me, the one who'd been kidnapped?
If she noticed my body cooling, there was no telling what she might do. I clenched hard below the waist and tried to summon the memory of the first time I had masturbated in this body, but it barely changed anything—
"…Hnn."
After kneading my breasts for what felt like forever, Senior started making sounds like that.
Only when the hands that had clung to my chest for so long finally left and went down between my legs did I manage to get a single word out—
"Ah, S-Sen… Unnie! Unnie. I, um—"
"Hmm?"
The bed shifted as if Senior's face had come up close to mine the moment I opened my mouth.
Her breath was right against my ear.
"What is it?"
"Ah, I, I've n-never put anything in, so, um…"
"…"
"N-no! That's not—! Pl-please just g-go slow. Okay? I'm not saying I won't—"
I didn't even finish the sentence before I felt it — like a knife going in. Heat bloomed deep inside me and was instantly overtaken by a sharp, cutting pain.
"Kkuh…!"
Whatever I had felt when she first tried to push in had only been a taste. The real pain flooded my lower half — no, my entire lower body.
"…Euhyaak…!"
I couldn't even scream properly. I clenched my teeth and shook, and the sound that came out was so stupid I wanted to die. Thrashing my head from side to side had nudged the blindfold up just enough that I caught a glimpse of Senior's arm between my legs.
"Not even a little wet. Hmm."
That was what Senior said. Her finger twitched once inside me and then slid free. There was no blood on it. She rubbed that finger against my cheek, and nothing wet transferred to my skin at all.
"Hnn, n-no, that's not…"
Even through the pain, the coldness in Senior's voice terrified me, so I answered without even knowing what I was denying.
"Mm, no, it's fine."
Senior answered like that, then fixed the blindfold again. With nothing left to see, I simply squeezed my eyes shut.
"Hnn, hahh…"
"Ahat, your breathing's gotten rough."
Senior's hands moved faster. She had settled fully between my legs now, both hands concentrated there, and the only way I had of knowing what she was doing was by touch. As time passed my legs tried to close, and I started making fists hard enough to forget that my fingers already hurt.
"Hhk."
"Heeyeon's the type who holds her moans in, huh?"
At that I clamped my mouth shut and tried not to make a sound at all, breathing only through my nose. Two fingers worked over the hood of my clitoris — pressing down hard, circling, pinching it between them and giving it a little tug.
Kidnapping or not, the pleasure was real, and my body kept getting hotter.
Every so often a fingertip would tap against my entrance, and the threat that she might push in again at any second brought the earlier terror flooding back — only for the pleasure to rise right on its heels.
"…Ahaha!"
Senior laughed. It almost sounded like a giggle. Maybe because something had started to trickle down and wet my perineum. Her palm smacked lightly against my pussy a few times, then the mattress creaked and she climbed back up over me.
"Look at this, Heeyeon."
Her palm found my cheek again. This time it was wet, and when she pulled it away I felt something stretch in a long, sticky string.
Having my own slick smeared on my face was disgusting and, at the same time, strangely affecting. I noticed that Senior had stopped moving after taking her hand from my cheek, and without thinking I lifted my head — even though there was still nothing to see.
"…Hnn."
Senior made a small sound as if she were thinking, then planted her palm squarely over my mouth.
"Heeyeon. Lick it for me."
That was what she said. Desire overflowing in her voice, and somehow, mixed in with it, a shyness that was almost girlish.
"Mmph, mmph…!"
I had no desire whatsoever to lick my own fluids. I hesitated with my mouth shut, and Senior sighed as if she had expected exactly that, then shifted the hand covering my mouth just high enough to seal my nose as well. It was only a woman's modest grip, and still I couldn't pull free of it.
"Mmph…!"
I thrashed for a moment — and then it came back to me. That I had to obey whatever Senior said. I forced my stubborn jaw open and began to lick her palm. Only then did the hand come down again. I dragged air in through my nose after that brief stretch without breath, and my chest rose and fell hard.
The more I licked, the more Senior's hand began to tremble. Even setting my own breathing aside, another set of ragged breaths filled the room.
Then the palm left me. Wet with spit and slick, it climbed back to my breasts and ruined their shape.
"Heeyeon. Open your mouth."
Senior's voice had drawn close without my noticing — so close it felt like she was speaking right in front of my face.
"M-my mouth…?"
"Hurry."
Why did her words make me resist? Why did I refuse to open a mouth that had already licked my own fluids?
Because a first kiss was something you only gave to someone you loved? Because I didn't want to grant that much to my kidnapper? Or—
"Why won't you open it? Hmm, are you sulking?"
Sulking? In the end Senior forced the kiss on me, used her tongue to pry my mouth open, and took my first kiss for herself. And because her fingers never stopped working the whole time, I came — the first climax of my life, given to me by someone else's hand — and without meaning to I bit down hard on Senior's tongue.