Seunghyeon, Hold Yourself Together #2
“Haa… hoo…” Sehwa tried desperately to calm her racing heart, but it refused to slow. It wasn’t nerves from her first intimate moment with Seunghyeon. What she felt was pure excitement—the thrill of humiliating him. That was why her pulse hammered so violently.
“If you’re nervous, we can do this another time…” Seunghyeon said gently.
Sehwa shook her head and put on a shy act. “No… I really want to do it with you.”
Her face flushed as she spoke. Seunghyeon found this version of her strangely unfamiliar, yet he couldn’t stop his mouth from stretching into a wide grin. Starting straight with sex would have been nice, but he understood her fear—after all, she was still a virgin. If she wanted to take things slower, he had to respect that. Besides, she had said she wanted their first time after marriage, so refusing would make him less than a man.
He was relieved, actually. He had always hoped their first time would happen after she lost some weight, in a luxurious five-star hotel, surrounded by that fresh, innocent atmosphere. Whatever the case, his answer was an immediate yes. It was sudden, and the fact that she wasn’t even touching him directly but using a toy made it a little awkward, but Sehwa was completely new to this. She had probably taken her university friends’ words as gospel. If that was what she wanted, he should match her pace.
“Are you sure? You’ve never done anything like this before.”
“Then… you don’t want to? I worked up a lot of courage to say it…”
“No, of course I do… Are we doing it right now?”
“I’d like that. I’ll read the instructions, so could you take your pants off?”
“You’re… really forward. I’m surprised.”
“I’m already dying of embarrassment, so just…”
“Ah, got it.”
While Seunghyeon fumbled under the blanket to remove his pants, Sehwa stared wide-eyed at the manual. “It is recommended to use the included condom and lubricant…” she read in a small voice. She casually tossed the cheap condom from the box behind her toward Seunghyeon, then carefully tore open the lubricant packet and squeezed every drop into the onahole.
By the time she finished, Seunghyeon had already put on the condom, his erection standing stiffly.
“I’m ready… Should I pull the blanket off?”
“W-wait… I’m not ready yet—”
rustle!
“Done. Turn around now.”
“Seriously! I said I’m not ready!” Sehwa snapped.
Seunghyeon quickly corrected himself. “I meant turn around when you’re ready.”
“Haa… Can I look now?”
“Yeah.”
Sehwa slowly turned her head. The moment she saw Yu Seunghyeon’s member, her brows furrowed. It was decently sized, but nothing compared to Jihyeok’s. The slight belly peeking out from under his lifted shirt only added to her disgust. Seunghyeon misinterpreted her expression, assuming it was because she had never seen one before.
“Th-that’s… your first time seeing it, right? That’s a man’s genitals.”
“I’ve seen them in porn…”
“Oh, really? Those actors are huge. I’m average.”
Sehwa was speechless. He had no idea what she was actually thinking, yet he still tried to sound proud. Still, she had to keep acting—the role of someone experiencing this for the first time. She turned her back to him again.
Seunghyeon’s voice came from behind. “Take a good look. You’ll get used to it.”
“It’s fine… I just put it in the hole in the middle, right?”
“Yeah.”
“Ah… this is insane…”
“Want me to help? Give me your hand. I’ll guide it for you.”
Sehwa’s mind snapped to attention. He wanted to hold her hand—the same hand that had been touching Jihyeok’s cock? She shook her head frantically. “No. I’ll do it like this… Just tell me where it is.”
“Okay.”
Sehwa swallowed hard and reached her right hand behind her. Seunghyeon chuckled. “Too high. A little lower…”
“Here…?”
“Lower.”
“Is… is this it?”
“Now just a bit to the right. Yeah. Right there. You can lower it now.”
With trembling fingers, Sehwa pushed the onahole down. A wet schlick sound accompanied the heavy sensation as it swallowed Seunghyeon’s length. The feeling against the toy’s surface was… pathetic.
“N-now what?” she asked, feigning innocence even though she already knew.
“Just move it up and down. Slowly… so it doesn’t slip out…”
The moment he finished speaking, Sehwa gripped the toy tightly and began stroking it upward. Seunghyeon’s body jerked violently. “Uwah…!”
Suppressing a laugh, Sehwa started the rhythm in earnest. Wet sounds filled the room, and soon—
“Uwaaah…” Seunghyeon let out a long, drawn-out moan.
Sehwa, still facing away, stared in disbelief. He… he already came? Even accounting for first-time nerves, his stamina was abysmal. She almost laughed out loud. She recalled the insults she had hurled at Jihyeok about Seunghyeon. “He’ll probably finish fast because he’s a premature ejaculator,” she had said. She had only said it to excite Jihyeok, but it turned out to be true…
Vrrr—!
Sehwa’s body trembled as the Device on her wrist vibrated. It was charging. A wave of depraved pleasure surged through her—stronger than anything she had felt before.
She shot to her feet. “I-I can’t do this anymore. I’m sorry… I’m sorry, Seunghyeon. I think the Device is fully charged now…”
Head bowed, she rushed into the bathroom, scrubbed her hands raw, and fled the hotel room without even saying goodbye.
Seunghyeon, who had been feeling drained for a while, let out a sigh mixed with a whistle as he stared at the door. He had lasted longer when he was alone, but the moment Sehwa took over, he finished instantly. No wonder those “handjob rooms” were so popular. He pulled the onahole off his still-twitching member, went to the bathroom, removed the condom, and flushed the contents down the toilet.
That vibrating sound… was that the Device? Then what Sehwa said was true…
If it needed charging again, she would probably ask him to help. Seunghyeon began cleaning up with renewed anticipation. Fortunately, it seemed Sehwa hadn’t noticed he had already come. At least she wouldn’t think he was a premature ejaculator. He felt relieved at the thought.
Shhhhh—!
Water ran in the kitchenette. A short while later, Aram returned with a weary expression, her face and mouth freshly rinsed. She knelt in front of Jihyeok holding wet wipes. She was still surprised by how his cock remained rock-hard, but she accepted it and carefully wiped him clean. Pale streaks of semen stained the front of her suit jacket and the upper part of her blouse.
While she tended to him, Jihyeok called her name. “Aram.”
“Yes… Director.”
“I have to go now. Did you bring a change of clothes?”
Aram looked disappointed. Was she upset because he wasn’t going to fuck her? Or maybe she felt degraded being used only as a cum-dump onahole.
“There’s a change of clothes in the dressing room… Thank you for your concern…”
“I’ll drive you home.”
Her face lit up. “Ah…! Thank you. But if you’re busy—”
“Even if I’m busy, I should drive you. You worked hard.”
“Thank you… Director.”
Once Aram had finished wiping him and helped him put his pants back on, Jihyeok stood up. “Wash your hands, change, then come down to the underground parking lot. I’ll be waiting.”
“Yes…!”
Down in the parking lot, Jihyeok leaned against his car and sent Sehwa a message, claiming he had gone out for work and telling her to enjoy her time with Yu Seunghyeon. A call came through almost immediately.
“Hello?”
—Jihyeok… I’m done.
“What? Already?” He struggled to keep the laughter out of his voice.
—I’ll tell you when you get back. Are you going to be long?
“I’ll be there in thirty minutes.”
—Then I’ll take a shower? Bring beer and snacks when you come.
“Got it.”
—I love you.
“Love you too.”
After hanging up, Jihyeok snickered. He had seen everything—Yu Seunghyeon finishing in under thirty seconds like a severe premature ejaculator. The onahole’s sensation was no joke. Considering it was his first time getting a handjob from someone else, it was understandable. Still, even so, wasn’t that way too fast? He should at least try to last properly next time.
While he was smirking to himself, the elevator doors opened and Aram stepped out. She wore a loose gray tracksuit and matching short-sleeve shirt, her business attire packed neatly into a shopping bag. As meticulous as ever.
“You’re here? Get in.”
“Yes…”
Jihyeok drove her home, entering her address into the navigation. While driving, he reached over with one hand and squeezed her thigh. Aram shifted her hips left, making it easier for him to touch her.
“Aram.”
“Yes… Director.”
“Do you take public transport to work?”
“Yes… I don’t have a car.”
She probably spent every paycheck paying off debt. “I’ll buy you one. Any model you want?”
“What!?”
Aram’s voice shot up in shock. She clearly hadn’t expected this at all. Jihyeok stopped at a red light and turned to her with a smile. “You heard me. I’ll get you a car.”
“D-Director… even so, this is too much… I can’t accept it…”
How was someone this naive supposed to survive in this harsh world? He would treat her well until the brainwashing was complete. She would enjoy it anyway.
“We’re going to be seeing a lot of each other from now on. Think of it as a gift.”
At his lie, Aram lowered her head, embarrassed. “If you can’t choose, I’ll pick one for you. How about that?”
“Th-then… please do. Thank you…”
Jihyeok nodded and drove in silence, idly kneading her thigh. Aram’s home wasn’t in a slum—it was a decent apartment complex. She had probably used her savings for a deposit. He parked near the entrance and openly groped between her legs.
“Ah…!”
“Do you live with your family?”
“Y-yes…”
“If you walk in carrying that shopping bag, your parents will think something’s up, won’t they?”
“There’s… a 24-hour… hngh…! laundromat in the complex…”
“You’re going to wash your suit at an unmanned laundromat? Just throw it away and buy a new one.”
“Yes… I’ll do that…”
Satisfied with her obedient answer, Jihyeok grabbed her chin and turned her face left and right, inspecting it. “Clean. Go straight to Executive Director Kim tomorrow morning.”
“To Executive Director Kim…?”
“You’re smart. Learn the job from him.”
Aram’s face filled with anticipation. The promise of being groomed made her happy. See? You chose well, didn’t you? You think this was a brilliant move? Jihyeok thought. Too bad it’s actually the worst decision you could have made.
“Go on in.”
“Yes… Thank you, Director. Drive safely…”
With flushed cheeks, Aram bowed and got out of the car. Jihyeok waved casually, then stopped to buy beer and snacks on the way home. When he opened the front door, he heard running water from the master bedroom. Sehwa was still in the shower. The fact that she was doing this even though she hadn’t touched Yu Seunghyeon’s cock meant she must have been extremely disgusted. Now it was time to hear the story. There was a special pleasure in both watching and listening.
Chuckling again, Jihyeok stripped and headed for the bathroom in the living room.