The Sharp's Relentless Trigger
Kang Dahyun possessed a light brown complexion that radiated a subtle, sensual allure. Her figure naturally drew the eyes of every male student in the lecture hall, complemented by her slightly sharp gaze. She was the kind of girl who exuded an aloof, untouchable charm that made approaching her feel daunting. Yet...
“Hnnng! Hah! Haaah!”
—Thud.
A loud noise suddenly erupted right in front of me. Startled, I lifted my head and scanned the surroundings. The source was Kang Dahyun. She had slid off her chair and was now kneeling on the floor. Her violent movement had knocked books, her smartphone, and writing utensils scattering across the ground. But her condition looked far from normal. Her left arm rested on the desk while she buried her face in it, moaning. Her right hand was thrust between her kneeling thighs, gripping her crotch tightly as if trying to hold something back.
‘Huh?’
I stared at Kang Dahyun, who had collapsed to her knees as though she had fallen. My gaze drifted to the space between her legs where her right hand was pressed. ‘No way…’
I lowered my head again and looked at the mechanical pencil in my hand. A suspicion formed in my mind—and it seemed I was right. I pressed the back of the pencil once more.
—Click.
—Twitch.
She didn’t moan this time like before, but her body jerked. Apparently, the second time I pressed the button, she had managed to suppress any sound. But when I suddenly started mashing it, the intense stimulation must have overwhelmed her, leading to this state.
Kang Dahyun turned to her friend beside her and spoke in a strained voice. “Haa… Soojeong… I… I think I need to go to the restroom… haa…”
“Huh? There’s still a bit of time until the break. Let’s go together later.”
Her friend, Soojeong, replied casually and that was the end of it. Kang Dahyun was too flustered to notice how strange her friend’s reaction was.
‘The “stimulation” mentioned in the item description… it’s coming from Dahyun’s… down there, isn’t it?’
A look of realization crossed my face. Soon, a lewd smile spread across my lips. But then a concern struck me—what if people around us noticed her condition? She might end up being carried out, or at the very least, everyone would think something was wrong. This fun opportunity could slip away before I even got to enjoy it.
I quietly glanced around the lecture hall. It was… eerily quiet. ‘What?’ Far quieter than expected. The elderly professor continued lecturing without pause, while other students were busy studying, using their phones, or chatting among themselves. No one was looking at Kang Dahyun. Even her seatmate’s earlier nonchalant reply now struck me as odd. Her friend had suddenly dropped to her knees, body twitching, yet the girl hadn’t so much as changed expression.
As if responding to my confusion, a quest notification appeared in the corner of my vision.
Caution: Other people cannot properly perceive matters related to the quest.
Quest windows, notifications, items, and quest situations are invisible to everyone else.
‘Huh?’
This was one of the notifications I had seen on Monday but hadn’t paid much attention to. I realized that only I could see the notification and quest windows. ‘Then… does that mean no one can properly perceive me frantically clicking the pencil or Dahyun twitching because of me? It’s not just the windows they can’t see?’
Kang Dahyun was still on her knees, breathing heavily. It was a bizarre enough scene that anyone should have noticed, yet no one paid her any attention. While I sorted through my thoughts, she seemed to have calmed down a little and climbed back into her seat, gathering the scattered books and writing tools. The pencil and eraser had rolled quite far. With a flushed face, she picked up her belongings while glancing around nervously. She must have been worried about the moans and sudden collapse. Yet she soon realized that no one was paying her any mind. Under normal circumstances, this would have felt deeply unsettling, but she simply exhaled in relief and continued collecting her things.
‘Is everything happening through the pencil included in the “quest situation”?’
By then, I had mostly organized my thoughts. The more I did, the wider my lewd smile grew. I could keep playing this game without anyone interfering. The thrill of almost getting caught was exciting, but this was even better.
‘So pressing the pencil to stimulate Dahyun itself counts as part of the “quest situation”…?’
My grip on the pencil tightened so much I feared it might break. Lewd fantasies swirled in my head, sending strength through my fingertips and toes while my heart pounded. In my vision, the quest notification displayed the remaining time.
Time Remaining: 47 minutes 21 seconds
Time Remaining: 47 minutes 20 seconds
Time Remaining: 47 minutes 19 seconds
‘I can’t waste any time!’
Every second counted. While I thought this, Kang Dahyun slid off her chair to pick up the fallen pencil and eraser. She crouched down and reached beneath the desk next to mine. I pressed the button without hesitation.
—Click.
—Twitch!
“Hah!”
She had been reaching under the neighboring desk when the sudden stimulation forced her to her knees. Her left hand braced against the floor while her right hand once again clamped tightly over her crotch.
—Click. Click.
“Hnnng!”
—Thud.
When I pressed it twice more, she jerked and slammed her body against the leg of the desk beside me. At a glance, it looked as though she had tried to lean against it, but the violent reaction to the stimulation made it seem like she was headbutting the desk with her torso. Watching her lose control of her own body, twitching uncontrollably, sent a surge of excitement through me. I casually moved my bag from the neighboring seat to the windowsill and slid over to get a better view. Then, pretending ignorance, I asked, “Hey. You don’t look well… Are you okay?”
“Haa… haa… It’s… nothing…”
She answered while panting heavily, her face bright red. Despite claiming it was nothing, she looked extremely flustered.
‘Hmm…’
I had often stolen glances at her beautiful light-brown figure during class. Her body was stunning, and high heels suited her perfectly. She seemed to know it too, wearing them frequently. In heels, she looked like a model. Kang Dahyun was the girl I always watched during Introduction to Psychology. Now, seeing her kneeling before me with that flushed, embarrassed expression filled me with a strange sense of conquest. Hiding my left hand, I rapidly clicked the pencil.
—Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click.
“Hah! Hnnng! Haaah!”
—Thud. Thud.
Unable to control her convulsing body, she kept slamming against the leg of my desk. It was like someone in extreme pain repeatedly banging their head against a wall—except what she felt wasn’t pain, but overwhelming pleasure.
“Hnnng… haaah…”
Kang Dahyun wrapped her left arm around the desk leg, leaning against it as she trembled and gasped for breath. Her right hand remained clamped between her thighs. From this angle, it looked as though she were kneeling before me. Before long, I understood why she was gripping herself so tightly. At first, I thought it was just to endure the stimulation, but now her light-colored jeans were gradually darkening from the crotch downward. She was panicking, unable to stop the fluids flowing from her sex. Though her hand had hidden it at first, the fabric between her legs was now noticeably wet.
I put on a mischievous expression and asked innocently, “Why do you keep bumping the desk? It’s shaking a lot and making it hard to study.”
“Haa… I-I’m sorry… haa…”
She looked on the verge of tears from embarrassment. My usually suppressed mischievous side was exploding. “Okay. Please don’t do that again.”
Smiling, I rapidly clicked the pencil in my left hand as much as possible, intending to make her slam into the desk again from the intense stimulation.
—Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click.
“Haaah! Hah! Hnnng!”
Perhaps I had pressed it too many times in my excitement. Her reaction exceeded even my imagination. For the first time in my life, I witnessed a woman’s back arch like a bow. ‘Whoa…’
Still crouched, Kang Dahyun’s waist curved sharply as she collapsed backward into the aisle between the desks. Though the floor was hard, she didn’t seem to have hit her head. Her off-shoulder top had ridden up slightly, exposing the skin around her navel. Her light-brown waist glistened with sweat as it twitched beautifully. Her legs were half-bent, forming what looked like a capital M from my viewpoint. I had only meant to make her bump the desk, but pressing too many times had produced an unexpectedly dramatic result.
‘Wow…’
That was my honest impression. The provocative sight aroused me. I could feel a damp sensation at the tip of my member—probably precum. Setting that aside, an even more stimulating scene unfolded before me.
“Hnnng… haa…”
She lay there, unable to move, breathing heavily. Both arms sprawled limply at her sides, no longer gripping or holding anything. And between her legs… transparent fluid was seeping through her jeans. Until now, the amount had been small, gradually soaking the fabric, but now a considerable quantity was leaking through. Even as her chest heaved while she caught her breath, fluid continued to flow from the center of her M-shaped legs, visibly soaking through the denim. Her body twitched in small spasms.
‘This is insane… at this volume, it really looks like she’s wetting herself.’
I stared in stunned silence for a while. She was no longer even trying to cover herself with her hand. It was as if she had completely let go. I pulled out my smartphone and took pictures.
—Click. Click.
While I was dazedly watching Kang Dahyun, the professor teaching Introduction to Psychology announced the break. “Alright. We’ll take a fifteen-minute break and resume at 10:05.”
Kang Dahyun, having finally released all the fluids she had been holding back, lay staring at the ceiling and continued panting. Her body twitched on its own, beyond her control. ‘Oh… there’s so much. It’s pooling on the floor…’
A clear puddle had formed in front of her M-shaped legs. Even as she lay there with her jeans half-soaked, no one paid any attention. They truly couldn’t perceive the quest situation. Other students continued using their phones or walking past, casually stepping over or around her as if nothing were amiss. Kang Dahyun showed no sign of getting up, simply lying there with half-lidded eyes fixed on the ceiling.
Her seatmate stood up, stepping over her. “Dahyun, aren’t you coming? You said you wanted to go together earlier.”
She seemed to be suggesting they go to the restroom together. Kang Dahyun’s light-brown skin was now slick with sweat, her jeans heavily damp around the crotch. Her long hair, spread across the floor, was being stepped on by passing students. Each time her body twitched, more fluid seeped from the center of her jeans.
Still twitching slightly, Kang Dahyun replied to her friend, “Haa… I’m… fine now… haa… I don’t… need to go to the restroom… haa…”
She was saying she was okay now.
—Grin.
Looking down at her, a lewd smile naturally formed on my lips. Strength returned to the hand gripping the pencil. Kang Dahyun seemed to think the situation was over, but I intended to play with her thoroughly for the remaining time.