Breaking the Silence
It took a long time for the man to state his request.
He was around forty.
His shoulders were hunched inward, a habit born from a lifetime of walking on eggshells.
"I've never... made a sound. Not once."
"..."
"I grew up in a house with paper-thin walls. Even after I got married, I was always worried about waking the kids. And at work, well, that goes without saying."
He fidgeted with his fingers.
"Just once, I want to scream to my heart's content. But screaming in an empty room... it felt meaningless. I've tried it before."
"..."
"In a place where I shouldn't. Where I have to hold it in. But it bursts out anyway. Is that... possible?"
"..."
"I've spent my whole life keeping my mouth shut. I just want to let go, just once. Only once."
Yura fell silent for a moment.
What the man had purchased was 'exposure.'
But his eyes didn't look like those of someone seeking a thrill.
They were the eyes of someone who had spent his entire life holding his breath.
What this client wants isn't the thrill of getting caught.
He wants someone to give him permission to release what he's suppressed his entire life.
To be forced to hold it in, only to be told he can finally let it out.
He's never received that permission in his entire life.
Her intuition clicked into place.
"It is possible. I will place someone in the next room. Close enough that they can actually hear you."
"...Will that be alright?"
"Only as much as you can bear. And in the end, we will make sure you can let it all out."
The man swallowed hard.
Though he claimed to be afraid, his eyes were already anticipating that moment.
A client like this shouldn't be handled with gentle warmth.
He needed someone who would force him to hold back, and then release him at the exact right moment.
There was only one person capable of such cold control.
Im Soyul listened to the request while pulling on a pair of gloves.
"Make him hold it in, then let him explode at the end. Make him conscious of the next room."
"..."
Im Soyul's voice sank low.
"Suppressing things is my specialty."
The small room next to the counseling office.
From the waiting room just across the wall, the faint, low voices of the girls drifted in.
The door closed.
"You hear that? Those voices."
"...Yes."
"They can hear us from over there, too. So..."
Im Soyul whispered coldly into his ear.
"Don't make a sound. If even a single gasp slips out, we're done."
The man's Adam's apple bobbed heavily.
It wasn't fear, but the trembling of someone who had waited a very long time.
Im Soyul sat him down in a chair and positioned her knee between his legs.
As she unzipped his pants, his already hardened cock was revealed.
"You're nervous. But this part of you is being much more honest."
Her hand slowly wrapped around his shaft.
As she stroked it slowly up and down, a clear bead of pre-cum seeped from the tip.
Im Soyul rubbed her thumb in circles over the head, bringing her lips close to his ear.
"If you make a sound here, those people will know everything."
Perhaps stimulated by her words, his shaft twitched in her grasp.
"Hngh...!"
The man hastily clamped his mouth shut.
"It almost slipped out just now. Hold it in."
"...I-I'm sorry..."
"Keep your voice down. They can hear everything next door."
Im Soyul picked up the pace.
One palm cupped and rubbed the head in circles, while her other hand gently rolled his testicles.
Her wet hand slid rapidly up and down his shaft, stopping abruptly just as he neared the edge.
Stopping every time he grew hot, starting again once he cooled down.
The man bit his lip to stifle his voice.
"Hmph... ugh..."
The man gritted his teeth.
He forced the sounds back down his throat, desperately suppressing them.
The more he suppressed them, the more his body trembled.
The thought that he had to hold it in only heightened the pleasure.
The thrill of doing something forbidden made his lower abdomen burn hot.
Squelch...! Squish...! Twitch.
Her wet hand slid rapidly up and down his shaft.
"Mmph... ah, ah..."
"It feels good, but having to hold it in is driving you crazy, isn't it?"
"Ngh... y-yes..."
Im Soyul rubbed her thumb in circles over the very tip of his head.
Persistently targeting only the most sensitive spot.
Press... rub...! Squish!
"Hngh-! Mmph..."
"So you're weak there. Then I'll have to do it more."
"Ngh... please... if you do that, the noise..."
"Hold it. You don't get to decide."
The pre-cum slicked between her fingers.
The lips he bit to keep quiet turned white.
Just before the pressure rising in his throat could burst, Im Soyul pulled her hand away.
"Not yet."
"Hngh...!"
The man clamped both hands over his mouth to smother the escaping groan.
The voices in the next room paused for a moment, then resumed.
Did they hear?
The sheer suspense of it made his lower abdomen burn even hotter.
"You almost got caught. Consider yourself lucky."
"Haah... haah..."
Im Soyul hitched up her skirt and straddled him.
She lightly rubbed her bare, wet pussy against the tip of his head.
"I'm going to put it in. But you still have to hold in your voice."
Aligning herself with his tip once more, she slowly lowered her hips.
Her tight, hot flesh swallowed his shaft inch by inch.
As Im Soyul sank all the way down, their bodies joined without a single gap.
Her hot inner walls clamped tightly around his shaft.
He could feel her insides slowly sucking him in.
"Mmph...!"
"Your voice. I told you to hold it in."
Though his mouth was shut, the space between his legs was already slick and wet.
The man bit his lip.
Im Soyul began to slowly grind her hips.
Looking down at him, she took him in slowly but deeply.
Her tight flesh repeatedly swallowed his shaft to the base and let it slip back out.
With every clash of their flesh, a wet, juice-laden sound echoed between them.
Im Soyul pressed her hips down slowly but deeply.
The command to endure and the movements driving him wild squeezed him from both sides.
Splat...! Squish...! Squeltch!
"Hngh... mmph... ugh..."
The man swallowed his groans, blocking his mouth with the back of his hand.
The muffled sounds vibrated in his nose, making it feel all the more pathetic and sweet.
Im Soyul ground her hips slowly, then suddenly slammed down deep.
As the head of his cock hit her deepest depths, the man's back arched violently.
"Mmph-!"
"Shh."
Im Soyul pressed a finger to his lips.
"Next door. Someone just stood up."
The sound of a chair scraping echoed from across the wall.
The man held his breath.
In the tension of potentially getting caught, her inner walls clamped down even harder on their own.
Feeling his reaction, Im Soyul deliberately ground her hips even deeper.
He had to hold it in, yet the contradiction of it feeling better the more he resisted made his mind go blank.
"Your body is so honest. Trembling like this inside me."
Im Soyul ground her hips, placing her palm against his chest.
His heart was beating like crazy.
"You're terrified of getting caught, but that makes it feel even better, doesn't it?"
"Hngh...! W-wait... I think I'm going to come again..."
"No. You can't get caught yet."
Im Soyul stopped moving her hips.
Filled to the brim, her inner muscles twitched around him.
The man covered his mouth with both hands and sobbed.
A place where he could neither finish nor make a sound.
It was the exact same prison he had lived in his entire life.
Do I have to hold it in again?
Just like I have my whole life.
Im Soyul took his hands and slowly pulled them away from his mouth.
"You can stop now."
"...What?"
"Scream it all out. Let the next room, let everyone hear. Your holding back ends today."
The man's eyes wavered.
"Can I... can I really make noise?"
"I permit it. You've held back your whole life. Pour it all out today."
With those words, something snapped inside the man.
Im Soyul began to grind her hips hard once more.
Splat! Squeltch...! Squish...!
"Ah... ahh... aaaah...!"
Everything he had bottled up his entire life burst out all at once.
Quiet at first, then growing uncontrollably louder.
Once the sound broke free, it wouldn't stop.
A throat that only knew how to suppress now cried out to its heart's content for the first time.
"Haah... ♡! It feels so good... so much... ahhh ♡!"
"That's it. Louder. Let them all hear."
"Ahn... ♡! I'm... I'm coming... ahhh-!"
The voices in the next room died down completely.
But the man didn't stop.
He couldn't stop.
The moment her tight flesh clamped down on his shaft to the limit, hot semen erupted inside Im Soyul.
Everything he had held back poured out all at once, accompanied by his voice.
"Aaaah... ♡!!"
A sound he had never made in his entire life filled the room.
He no longer cared that the next room had gone dead silent.
Once the dam broke, it could not be easily plugged.
Im Soyul made him bend over the desk and slid him back inside from behind.
Splat! Press...! Slick!
"Hngh... can I... can I do it again...?"
"Don't hold back anymore. Scream as much as you want."
Every time she thrust deeply from behind, the man cried out without hesitation.
A throat that had forgotten how to hold back echoed throughout the room.
When Im Soyul slapped his buttocks with her palm, his groans grew even louder.
Even though it could be heard clearly next door, he loved it all the more now.
"Ah... ♡! It's good... it feels so good...!"
"Yes. Just like that. Spit out everything you've held back your whole life."
Im Soyul slammed her hips against him roughly.
The sound of clashing flesh and groans mingled, leaking past the wall.
Slap! Squeltch...! Squish...!
"Aaaah... ♡! I'm coming again... again...!"
His second climax erupted, this time accompanied by a voice let loose to his heart's content.
The hot liquid poured into her depths once more.
The man panted heavily, slumped over the desk.
His face looked like that of someone who had finally vomited up a lifetime of swallowed words.
Im Soyul slowly stood up.
The man lay slumped in the chair, staring blankly at the ceiling.
"...They must have heard everything. Next door."
"They probably did."
"But how was it? For someone who held it in his whole life, you made a pretty good sound."
Im Soyul smiled faintly for the first time as she pulled off her gloves.
"Now, even when you go home, don't live holding back so much."
"...I'll try."
The man stood up, looking like a completely different person from when he first walked in.
Im Soyul brushed back her messy hair.
"If you ever feel like holding back again, come back. I'll make you explode."
The corners of the man's eyes were red.
It wasn't from embarrassment, but the face of someone who had finally cleared a long-standing blockage.
Whether the next room heard or not, he no longer seemed to care.
For the first time in his life, he wore a face that didn't care about what others thought.
"...I've never made such a loud sound before."
"I know. That's why you came."
"I feel... so relieved. Like a weight has been lifted."
"That's why everyone keeps coming back."
The man nodded slowly.
Next time, even if there were more people in the next room, he felt like he would be fine.
It was the night he reclaimed his own voice for the first time in his life.
It was the night a man who had only ever endured finally screamed to his heart's content.
The door closed.
His shoulders looked much lighter than when he had entered.
Yura added another entry to her list of regulars.
Six cases.
A person who couldn't make a sound had made one here for the first time.
Some came to be held, some came to fall apart, and some came to scream.
They all did here what they couldn't do anywhere else.
Im Soyul dropped by the counseling office and asked briefly.
"Boss. That client, he didn't want to get caught, did he?"
"No. He wanted to be given permission."
"How do you know the difference?"
"People who want to get caught have excited eyes. That client's eyes were closed off."
Im Soyul looked at her for a moment.
"Boss, where did you learn that?"
Yura's hand paused for a moment.
"...A long time ago. Because I read someone too late."
"Is that your answer?"
"That's all."
Im Soyul left without asking further.
The phone rang.
An unknown number.
A single text message.
Yura stared at the message for a long time.
A client coming to buy normalcy at a shop where only perverts go.
That was the next client.