007. Training Begins
The word toilet had lodged itself in my ear and stayed there.
'What the hell is this crazy bastard saying.'
The curse surfaced first, but somehow my mouth wouldn't open right away. When his gaze and that low voice came down on me together, my body reacted before the shame could even arrive.
He pulled his pants down, and his underwear came into view. Black cotton — and underneath it, something held firm and straining. I couldn't take my eyes off it. Then he lowered the underwear, and his cock swung down into the open, revealing itself at last.
It was thick and long even though it wasn't fully hard yet. Tae-oh wrapped a hand around it and slowly swayed it side to side. My eyes followed.
Left♡
Right♡
Left♡
Before I knew it, my tongue had slipped out past my lips.
'Ah…♡'
Only after the tip of my tongue swept across my dry lips did I realize what I'd done. I needed to look away — but my eyes kept chasing the direction he swayed, left, right, left.
"Get up, Ms. Toilet."
His voice was low. I pressed my palms against my trembling knees and rose slowly. My gaze never left his cock. Tae-oh walked toward the sofa first, and I followed after him.
Naturally. Without a single word.
Sitting down on the sofa, I found Tae-oh settling in right beside me. Our thighs touched. The heat of his leg bled through his jeans into mine, and my own body warmed in answer.
I held my breath.
Tae-oh reached out and pulled my waist toward him. Our thighs pressed completely together now, my side flush against his torso. In that state, he caught the hem of my t-shirt. He lifted it slowly, raised my arms, and peeled it off over my head — leaving nothing but my bra.
White cotton.
Tae-oh looked down at me again. His gaze dropped to my chest. My nipples stood stiff, poking up visibly through the fabric.
"Small."
"……."
"But this one's big."
His finger found my nipple through the bra.
Lightly.
That alone sent a jolt up my spine.
Tap.
One thin layer of fabric between us, and still it felt as vivid as if he were touching bare skin.
'…I can't be making sounds over something like this.'
The moment I thought it, a breath escaped my lips first.
"Nngh……♡"
The sound slipped out. Tae-oh didn't stop. His finger rubbed my nipple slowly through the bra, rolling it like a toy. The drag of the fabric felt sharper than direct skin would have.
Slide…… slide…….
Every pass over the same spot left it a little more sensitive. He was touching me more gently than before, yet my stiffened nipple felt everything bigger somehow — as if it knew the next stroke was coming and was waiting for it.
'Fuck.. why the hell are you waiting….'
"Hah……♡"
My breath snapped. Tae-oh laid his other hand on my thigh, and his palm slid slowly down over my panties. Still over the fabric. But even that pressure alone made my clit throb.
I tried to squeeze my thighs together and stopped — his hand was in the way. My shameless body wanted to be touched. Tae-oh set his fingers moving over the cloth again, slow and deliberate.
Rouund…….
Each time he traced a small circle across the fabric, the heat around my clit got dragged along with it. Before his finger could finish a single revolution, my body was already waiting on the next circle.
"Nnnh……♡"
My inner walls clenched in waves, deep to shallow, and my toes went numb. Tae-oh brought his mouth to my ear.
"How old are you."
His voice came in low and slow, like it was rolling along the rim of my ear and down into the nape of my neck.
"……23."
"Name."
"Seo Yerim."
"Seo Yerim."
The instant that name left his mouth, his finger pressed down dead-on my clit through my panties.
"Aah♡"
My mouth hung open as my back sank into the sofa. Tae-oh didn't stop. He caught my nipple through the bra between his fingers and gave it a slight twist — while below, he rubbed my clit in slow circles through my panties.
"Nnnngh……♡ Hah……♡"
Both stimuli hit at once. Everything that had been clenching released in waves from my entrance up to my womb, and the mouth of my pussy fluttered open and shut. I could feel the orgasm closing in. My toes started going numb, my thighs trembling — and at that exact moment, Tae-oh stopped his hands.
Both of them. Completely.
'Why did you stop, fuck..♡'
The thought shot out before any question could. I'd never once wanted him to stop — but the instant the stimulation cut off, my body went scrambling for the empty space it left behind.
"……Why."
"What do you do for a living."
"……What?"
"Your job."
I looked at him, still breathing hard. Tae-oh's face was blank. Serious.
"College student."
"Major."
"Visual design."
"School."
"Why are you asking me all this."
Tae-oh's lips curled up.
"Just because."
His finger started moving again, his thumb stroking my nipple slowly through the bra.
"Nngh……♡"
"School."
"……H University."
"What year."
"Third year."
"Your grades."
"Fuck.. why."
Tae-oh laughed. Briefly. Then pressed my clit through my panties again.
"Ah……♡"
"Answer, and I'll keep going."
'Why am I answering every single one of these.'
It pissed me off, but it genuinely felt like he wouldn't move his hand another inch unless I answered. I hated those few seconds of nothing — so my mouth opened first, again.
Our eyes met.
Serious eyes. Unhurried, completely at ease.
"A hair above an F."
"I see."
His fingers started up again.
Slowly. Very slowly.
The rhythm resumed — my nipple pinched between his fingers above, my clit rubbed in circles through my panties below.
Press…… rouund……♡.
One pressed down, the other rolled in circles. Every time the two sensations overlapped, I forgot which breath was supposed to come from where.
'No. I'm climbing again…♡'
And the worst part was, I didn't hate the climb. The orgasm started welling up all over again. Maybe because he'd kept to the fabric this whole time, the entrance of my pussy spread wide open, as if begging to be filled. My toes curled slowly, splayed, curled again — and my thighs shook.
"Haaang……♡ Nnnngh……♡"
Tae-oh brought his mouth back to my ear.
"Do you have a boyfriend?"
"No…."
"When was the last time you had sex?"
Pride kept my mouth shut.
Tae-oh twisted my nipple, just a little.
"Nnhh……♡"
"When."
"Today…."
It was a lie. Tae-oh went still and looked down at me.
"With who."
"……My landlord."
A short silence passed. The corner of Tae-oh's mouth climbed again.
"So that's why you're reacting this well."
His fingers started moving again — faster this time. He pressed down on my clit through my panties, insistent, focused, and flicked my nipple through the bra at the same time.
Flick♡.
The sensation from that small flick spread farther than I expected. What should have ended at my chest seemed to drop straight through to below my stomach.
"Aah♡ Nngh……♡"
The orgasm was right there. My womb contracted, my toes went completely numb, and the moment the world behind my eyes started whiting out — Tae-oh peeled his hands away. Everything that had been crashing toward me cut off, again.
"……Why do you keep stopping."
I could barely breathe. The heat trapped on the edge of climax had nowhere to go, pooled tight in my lower belly. My clit throbbed, my thighs still trembling. Tae-oh looked down at me.
"You still have to wait."
That was all. Utterly relaxed. He gazed down at me with a face in no hurry at all, leaning back against the sofa.
'I'm about to lose my mind right now, you son of a bitch..♡'
Tae-oh looked like nothing at all was happening. That gap made me angrier, more ashamed — and, somehow, more drawn in. He looked like a man who'd already mapped out exactly when I'd react and when I'd start getting desperate.
The veins on his forearm stood out sharp and clear.
My body — still denied its climax — clenched again just from looking at them.
"Fuck…."
The curse slipped out before I could stop it.
Tae-oh's fingers started moving again. Slowly, over my panties, his thumb stroking my nipple through the bra.
Slide…….
Everywhere his thumb passed grew hot only after he'd gone. One stroke — that was all it took for my body to start anticipating where the next touch would land.
'And here we go again.'
Even thinking it, the thought of pulling away never once crossed my mind.
"Your face is worth looking at, at least."
"……."
"Date me."
It was so far out of left field I nearly laughed. But the fingers working over my panties wouldn't let me get a proper laugh out.
'You're asking me that, right now? Like I'd say yes if you asked♡'
His finger pressed down precisely on my clit through my panties.
"Ah……♡ No."
The answer came out tangled in a moan.
Tae-oh didn't stop.
"Why not, you pathetic little cunt."
"Just..."
Kang Taehyun drifted into my head. No reason — he was just there. The face he'd made in the corner booth of that kimbap restaurant, shoving a calculator across the table at me.
The fingers that had typed that number in themselves. The moment Taehyun's fingers surfaced in my memory, the ones touching my body right now felt sharper, clearer — Tae-oh's fingers, sliding over me. The two couldn't have been more different. One had done the math on my debt. The other seemed to be calculating exactly where I was going to fall apart.
"'Just' isn't a reason."
Tae-oh's voice came low beside my ear.
"Is there someone else?"
I didn't answer. His fingers stopped over my panties. Even then the heat underneath kept pooling, with nowhere to escape.
"The landlord?"
My eyes flew wide open.
"……What?"
"You said earlier you slept with your landlord."
"That was just—"
"'Just.'"
Tae-oh handed my own word straight back to me, the corner of his mouth still lifted. No answer was coming. He looked down at me for a moment, then spoke.
"Figures. There is someone else."
"Like it's any of your business..."
It came out bratty. Tae-oh's eyes narrowed — and then he seized my nipple through the bra between his fingers.
Hard.
Squeeze.
"Nn——"
The sound climbing up my throat jammed dead.
Still gripping it, he twisted.
Squeeze…… twist♡.
The sensation balled up tight where he held me, then spread across my whole chest the instant he turned it.
'Ah, wait, this is..dangerous♡'
That's what went through my head — but what came out of my mouth was something else entirely. The pressure I could feel even through the bra crawled down my spine and into my waist. My toes curled.
"Oh…… Ohhh♡"
The first shameless sound I'd ever made. I didn't even know it was mine until it was out. Tae-oh's hand loosened again.
"This is what happens when you get mouthy."
I was breathing raggedly now, my nipple throbbing inside the bra. The heat still lingered there even through the fabric.
"Eh, doesn't matter, I guess."
Tae-oh went on.
"Whether you do or you don't."
I couldn't tell whether that was a question or him muttering to himself. His face had already lost interest. He drew his hand off my nipple, down to my panties — his fingertips stopped on the cloth. Then, slowly, they slipped inside.
Finally. Skin to skin, for the first time.
"Nnnh……♡"
His fingertip landed directly on my clit. After all that touching through bra and fabric, the direct contact was so vivid my thighs fell open on their own. Tae-oh didn't pause. He drew slow, patient circles over my clit.
Rouund…… rouund……♡.
The moment one small circle ended, the next one began. So perfectly steady it was driving me insane. Steady enough that I'd mapped out for myself exactly which spot hit hardest.
'There…right there♡'
The thought made my face burn hotter.
"Hah……♡ Nnngh……♡"
I could feel the entrance of my pussy opening up. Nothing had even gone in, and the inside was already squirming. Arousal trickled out — I felt it sliding down the inside of my thigh. Tae-oh stopped. When he drew his hand back out of my panties, my arousal came with it, hanging in strings between his fingers.
"……."
"Look."
He held his fingers up in front of my eyes. Clear, sticky threads stretched between them.
"……."
"Open your mouth."
"No——"
That's what came out — but my head didn't turn away. Tae-oh's fingers paused just in front of my lips, and in that sliver of a gap, I swallowed.
'If you hate it, you could dodge right now….'
Knowing that, I parted my lips — barely. Tae-oh slid his fingers between them. They settled onto my tongue along with my own arousal, and a smell I'd never taken in before filled my nose.
Sweet and heavy. Salty, with a strangely soft finish. It had come out of my own shameless body — and there it was, sitting on my tongue.
'I'm losing it♡ It tastes good..♡'
The realization arrived late: I was tasting what I'd leaked, with my own mouth. I wanted to hide from the shame of it — but somehow, the fact that Tae-oh was watching my face bothered me more.
"How does it taste."
Tae-oh pulled his fingers out slowly, dragging them across my tongue. The feeling stayed deep in my mouth long after. And the very next thought that surfaced came from somewhere completely unrelated.
I hadn't showered today. Daesik had come and gone. I'd smoked. And I hadn't washed once in between any of it.
"I hafta wash...♡"
"Now?"
"Yes. Please♡"
"Why, is there a hole in your head?"
"I just want to wash…"
Tae-oh looked down at me. A short silence. Then he rose from the sofa.
"Hold on."
He swept the room with his eyes, then reached into my bag sitting on the desk.
"What are you—"
My student ID came out. Tae-oh held it up and looked at me. Then he set it down on my panties — on my lower belly, just above my clit.
"Don't move."
He took out his phone. The instant Tae-oh raised it, I knew exactly what he was about to do. My hands froze for a second — but in the end, I neither swept the student ID away nor covered myself.
'Take the picture..ahh…I don't know anymore♡'
Since I couldn't say it out loud, I just lifted my chin — the tiniest bit.
Click.
All I did was blink. Bra only, a student ID resting on my panties, my back against the sofa.
Pink hair had spilled down along the side of my face.
"Ah——"
"Came out nice."
Tae-oh turned the phone screen toward me.
Seo Yerim, on the screen.
Below the student ID, my pussy showed its outline through the taut, damp fabric of my soaked panties. Above it, nipples pressing up inside my bra, and my small chest.
"Please delete it..."
"Shower first."
I didn't argue about washing any further. Tae-oh walked off toward the bathroom. The shower rattled on, water temperature being adjusted.
"Come in."