The Sharp's Teasing Torment

*Squeak.* I rose from my seat, the sharp clutched in my right hand, and walked over to where Kang Dahyun had collapsed. Her light-brown skin radiated a strange, sensual allure. She was the kind of beauty every guy in the lecture hall stole glances at. And right now, she was my personal plaything.

She was drenched in sweat. Droplets like morning dew clung to her tanned skin. I approached her and asked, “Are you all right? Let me help you to the health center.”

The university I attended had a hospital and even a daycare, thanks to its close ties with the early-childhood education and nursing ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠departments. But they were quite a distance away, so I suggested taking her to the nearer health room on the first floor of the gym. The elderly professor of Basic Psychology only checked attendance at the very beginning and end of class, so slipping out for a bit wouldn’t be a problem.

“Haaah… I’m fi—”

I hid the sharp behind my back and clicked it rapidly.

*Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click.*

“Hnnng~!”

Her entire body jolted. Her legs twisted together helplessly.

“Are you sure ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠you’re okay? I’ll support you.”

“Haa… No…”

*Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click.*

“Hah! Hnnng!”

Her body convulsed again. I kept repeating the action until I got the answer I wanted.

“Help… me… Haa… Haa…”

“You look like you’re struggling. All right, I’ll take you to the health room.”

*Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click.*

“Hnnng! Ah! Hiee!”

Still clicking the sharp, I slipped my arm under her armpit and helped her to her feet. I draped her right arm over my neck, wrapped my left arm around her waist, and held her right hand with mine. The sharp had been transferred to my left hand. Fortunately it was light and easy to grip.

I turned my head and looked at her face up close.

‘Whoa…’

Kang Dahyun’s healthy, light-brown skin was flushed red. Her eyes were half-lidded and unfocused. She looked both drunk and feverish at the same time. The sight of her so defenseless was incredibly erotic.

I teased her with a mischievous tone. “By the way… did you wet yourself? Your back is all damp.”

She lowered her head in embarrassment. But I wanted to see her pretty face again, and I knew exactly how to make that happen.

*Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click.*

“Hnnng! Ah!”

Kang Dahyun’s back arched like a bow as she threw her head back. From right beside her, I could see everything clearly—her lips parted, soft moans spilling out, her usually haughty eyes now glazed over. Her expression looked as if she had been momentarily overwhelmed by intense pleasure. Sweat trickled down her neck as it was forced backward.

Half-supported by me, her body trembled. It felt like I was holding a big fish that kept thrashing in my arms. Her legs shook violently, and finally her balance gave out. She leaned even more heavily against me.

‘This is seriously fun.’

At that moment I felt like a child playing with his favorite toy. I guided her out of the lecture hall, our awkward posture slowing us down like a three-legged race. Of course, the frequent clicks that made her body twitch only made the journey take longer.

A timer appeared in my vision.

‘If I take her to the health room at a reasonable pace, I should have enough time.’

I intended to do exactly what I had told her—escort her to the health room. But simply watching her reactions while clicking the sharp wasn’t enough anymore. I wanted to touch her directly. That was why I had come up with this plan.

Anyone who has ever helped a drunk person knows how surprisingly difficult it is to support someone whose strength has completely left them. Yet I felt no fatigue at all. Kang Dahyun’s open-shoulder top was soaked through from all the sweat, and my own forehead was beaded with perspiration from holding her trembling body upright, but the only emotion I felt was pure excitement.

‘Where should I touch her first?’

I transferred the sharp to my right hand.

*Click. Click. Click. Click.*

*Jolt!*

“Ahhn… Hnn~”

Every time her body twitched, I slowly slid my left hand—still wrapped around her waist—upward toward her chest. Kang Dahyun was too dazed to notice. I kept glancing around while inching my hand higher, but the other students simply walked past as if nothing unusual was happening.

I had originally planned to slip my hand downward into her pants little by little, but every time she jerked, my hand slipped out, so I changed direction and went upward instead. While walking, I kept clicking the sharp with my right hand to keep her mind foggy and used my left hand to grope her breast.

‘Whoa…’

The sudden volume I felt in my palm made me gasp. I had known she was well-endowed, but I had been too distracted by her healthy skin tone and long legs to pay proper attention to her chest. It was even bigger than I had imagined. And… incredibly soft.

“Haa… Haa… Where… are you… touching… Haa…”

*Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click.*

“Hnnng! Ah!”

I clicked the sharp again to drown out her attempt to resist. The sensation in my hand was noticeably larger than what I had felt with Lee Ayoung last week. My fingers had slipped inside her top and under her bra, kneading the bare skin of her breast. Her nipple had already hardened.

*Click. Click. Click.*

*Jolt!*

“Haa… Haa… Hnn~”

Every time her body trembled against mine, I could vividly feel the slender figure I had only ever admired from afar.

‘Maybe I should just carry her on my back.’

I considered it, but it seemed impractical. If I clicked the sharp she would probably go limp again, and the position would be even more difficult to maintain. Still, supporting her while clicking the sharp and caressing her body was quite a challenge. Of course, the constant rush of pleasure made the effort easy to ignore.

I slowly descended to the first floor. Every time I clicked the sharp she leaned more heavily against me. I kept teasing her without pause. While my left hand was still inside her bra, I lightly pinched her nipple and asked another embarrassing question.

“By the way, don’t I smell urine somewhere?”

“Haa… No… Haa… It’s… not urine… Haa…”

Even in her dazed state she tried to answer, but she couldn’t bring herself to say what it actually was.

“Oh, really?”

*Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click.*

“Hnnng! Hnn~! Hah!”

Kang Dahyun’s back arched again. And I saw ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠it clearly—transparent fluid soaking through her jeans from between her legs.

I feigned ignorance. “Don’t tell me… you’re ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠peeing right now?”

“Hnnng! N-no… Haaah! Don’t… look… Haa… Hnn~”

Her flustered reaction to the blunt question was delightful. We had almost reached the health room in the building across from us when the timer appeared again.

‘We got here faster than I thought. There’s still four minutes left.’

I had rushed, yet we arrived early, leaving me with a twinge of regret. I looked at Kang Dahyun leaning against me. Her brown skin, the sexy mole under her left eye—she was soaked, her top clinging transparently to her body. Her long hair was thoroughly disheveled.

When she had first entered the Basic Psychology lecture hall today in bright jeans and high heels, she had exuded an untouchable, haughty aura. Now her legs were weak, her ankles slightly twisted, and her jeans were stained dark blue from the crotch down to her knees with the transparent fluid that had leaked from her. The sight of her so thoroughly unraveled excited me, yet also stirred a faint sense of guilt. Still, without hesitation, I tightened my grip on the sharp in my left hand. I intended to make full use of the remaining time.

*Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click.*

When I clicked the sharp repeatedly, Kang Dahyun’s body reacted violently.

“Haaah! Hnnng! Hah!”