#11 Matryoshka 1
Anyone who's ever held down a job could relate to the way your steps lighten on the walk home from work. Today, especially, Yuchan's heart was already swelling with anticipation at the thought of Nayae waiting for him in bed. Her psychological surrender was more or less complete. All that remained was to mold her crumbled mind like clay into the shape he desired.
But first, there was a detour. An adult toy shop at a bustling intersection in the heart of the city. He had more than enough toys for women stocked up, but what he needed for Nayae today was a male masturbator. These places used to be tucked away in dingy alleys, but now they were sleek two-story storefronts right on the main drag, complete with classy displays. It was a sign of how much more open Korea was becoming. The shop stocked everything—stockings, sexy cosplay costumes, even realistic dolls—so he found what he wanted easily enough.
He waved off the offer for a points card, took his purchase, and slipped it into a paper bag. That's when he ran into Yujin.
"Huh?"
Since that dinner they'd shared last time, Yujin seemed hooked on eating out with Yuchan. They'd grabbed meals together a few times after, but today he'd lied about being busy to dodge her and hit the sex shop incognito. Of all the rotten luck, bumping into her like this.
"Teacher? What're you doing here? You said you were swamped."
"And what about you?"
Most students squeezed every minute out of their one-hour dinner break, scarfing something nearby before a quick rest. But Yujin, with her love for good eats, had taxied out to this foodie hotspot.
"They say the pork cutlet rice bowl here's amazing, so I hopped in a cab."
"That's a fifteen-minute walk. You took a taxi?"
"Pfft~ It's not my money. No biggie."
Yuchan casually hid the paper bag behind his back and played it cool. There was nothing ethically wrong with an adult buying adult toys. It was just a little embarrassing. Coming straight out of that garish storefront hadn't helped—he was scrambling to change the subject. Yujin, bundled in a brown coat and thick scarf, sniffed at her reddened nose from the cold and peered at the shop behind him.
Super Banana Ilsan Branch. Flashing LED signs on either side blared slogans like "Happy Toys for Grown-Ups!" Even Yujin, who never paid it much mind before, clocked what kind of place it was in an instant. The sparkle of delight in her eyes turned to a swarm of question marks.
This is gonna be trouble.
"Hold up. Time for a random inspection."
"Beat it."
Yujin nodded knowingly, then scampered around him like a puppy trying to peek at the hidden bag. Yuchan spun in circles to keep it out of sight, but she chased after, grabbing at his back. Finally, he gave up. It wasn't like he had anything to hide from her.
Yujin flashed a triumphant grin and snatched the bag. Luckily, the double packaging hid the onahole box with its 2D character stripping seductively.
"Aha~ So that's why you were in such a hurry~!"
"Ugh, please."
Yujin knew Yuchan didn't have a girlfriend. So what would a single adult guy buy at Super Banana? She dove right into teasing him, zero hesitation.
"This is one of those, right? Y'know... that... thing..."
"Yeah, that's exactly it."
Seeing him throw in the towel, Yujin covered her mouth and let out a weird "muhuhuhu" cackle. She looked thrilled to spot this very human side of her otherwise flawless teacher.
"Pfft, what was it you said last time? Now you've gone and gotten yourself a girlfriend, huh?"
"Ha..."
A flicker of impulse hit him—to pin this annoying fly of a girl to the ground and crush her. Yujin handed back the bag, paused thoughtfully, then spoke up.
"Why buy something like this? Waste of money."
"Just curious. First time trying one."
"Teacher's got a potential girlfriend right in front of him."
She was probably planning to pass it off as her usual playful joke, but Yuchan could already read the feelings she directed at him. The way her sneaker scuffed the pavement betrayed her shyness, even as she tried to play it cool. If he grabbed her hand right now and whispered that he loved her, he could have Yujin today. It wouldn't be hard. They could date like normal people—sure, there was an age gap, but they'd go out, eat together, and by evening, share intense sex in a hotel or at home.
But that kind of equal relationship wasn't what Yuchan craved. Everyday interactions gave him no thrill at all. Only twisted, abnormal encounters sparked any excitement in him.
"Yujin."
"Yeah?"
"I'll buy you a drink next time. Keep this our little secret, okay?"
"Hehe, you don't trust me? My lips are sealed."
She mimed zipping her mouth shut and stuck out her tongue playfully. Unlike her bubbly vibe, she always kept her word, so no need to worry. After dinner together, they parted with a quick goodbye, and Yuchan headed home.
2. He'd meant to come straight back, but stepping inside, he saw it was already past 8 p.m. Still, the pork cutlet rice bowl they'd shared was solid quality, leaving him satisfied as he stripped off his clothes on the sofa. He set coffee brewing in the machine and opened the door to the master bedroom.
The pitch-black room released a thick wave of humidity and the dense scent of a woman's body as soon as the door cracked. The unusually high temperature was probably from Nayae's frantic metabolism. He'd brought in an air purifier for the fine dust, but she'd wrung out so much juice it had outpaced the filtration.
"Haa... haa..."
With the dimmer light on, there she was—panties flipped over her head like a frog on a dissection tray, legs splayed wide, breathing ragged. A faint vibration hum, quieter than the air purifier's filter, buzzed from between her thighs where he'd fitted the pumper and rotor that morning. The inner muscles of her thighs twitched sporadically. He'd left for work around 9 a.m., so about eleven hours of neglect?
The plastic pumper's vibrations were so subtle you'd miss them without focusing. Sight and hearing mostly blocked off, Nayae had nothing to fixate on but the teasing pleasure from that tiny buzz. Pleasure that never crested into climax. Devices fine-tuned from repeated trials tickled her clit mercilessly but denied release every time. Even rubbing her legs together was impossible—her ankles were bound tight, allowing zero freedom.
After Yuchan left for work, she'd thought of escape or wept over her misery. Now, her mind held one obsession: I want to cum. I want to cum. I want relief.
"I'm home."
Her foggy mind missed his approach amid her hot sighs, but she snapped alert. Her vision brightened suddenly as Yuchan peeled off the panties soaked with his scent that she'd been wearing over her head. Her face was drenched like she'd just been pulled from a sauna, breath's moisture wetting even her hair. Vitality slowly returned to her dazed eyes.
"Did you have fun while I was gone?"
Cruel man. She truly hadn't grasped what her teacher wanted. At first, she'd assumed it was just playing with her body. Even being raped by him—she'd braced for that. Survival was priority one. But Yuchan had never penetrated her directly. He'd only forced humiliating acts, stripping away her humanity. Nayae had weakened inwardly but felt secret relief—until today, when she realized her fatal mistake. Simple rape wasn't his goal. Breaking her down and making her submit that was what he sought.
"My, you've made such a mess. Nayae, you're an incorrigible student."
"T-T-Teacher..."
Yuchan's gaze drifted to the incontinence pad under her ass. Love juices had poured from her pussy like a waterfall, overwhelming the pad's absorbency and forming a small puddle. Sweat beaded her flawless nude body like dew on art. He switched off the rotor first and unhooked the chains. Even with freedom after eleven hours, Nayae didn't stir. Twenty-four hours since her last meal, drained by endless edging torment, she lay limp like a soaked sponge, staring blankly at Yuchan's erect nipples as he stood over her.
"Even so, you can't leave it this filthy."
"S-S-Sorry..."
"On your knees."
Hauled up by his arm, Nayae crumpled to the floor by the bed. The pad landed in front of her with a thud.
"Lick it clean. Makes it easier to dispose of."
Nayae buried her face in the pad and extended her tongue, lapping up her own fluids. No room left to even register the humiliation. She just prayed for this agony to end soon. Flat, salty taste. No thoughts surfaced. But her heart stabbed like a heated awl. She felt herself sinking alone into bottomless despair.
"Urk..."
Yuchan yanked her hair as nausea triggered dry heaves. Tears welled from the reflex, her lips smeared with sticky juices. Filming it all, he stroked her head.
"Good job cleaning up. Such a good girl."
"Th-Thank you."
Supporting her wobbly frame, Yuchan guided her to the bathroom. She needed a rinse first. Nayae leaned into him, swaying as she walked, his arm around her waist. Her body, hypersensitive from constant forced stimulation, nearly climaxed from the pumper's mere jiggle. She felt his firm body through his clothes, his scent heating her core each inhale.
This isn't my fault. It's just this body he's kneaded into submission.
Was he going to rape her now? Or edge her until she begged?
"I'll take the pumper off for now."
"I-I can do it..."
Ignoring her feeble attempt to block his hand on the gravity-sagging device, Yuchan gripped the rubber balloon part.
"Hik!"
Nayae gasped. The massive dam blocking her climax cracked. Peak pleasure sloshed at the brim. Pop! As the pumper released her clit, her body began to shudder violently.
"Ah..."
Her vision flashed pure white.
"Hiiiiiik... No... No... ❤"
Ignoring her desperate pleas, the dam crumbled. A hallucinated roar of a collapsing skyscraper echoed in her ears. Even gripped tight by Yuchan, her hips bucked lewdly back and forth—utterly undignified.
"Stop... Stop... I hate this... ❤"
Her juices arced like splashing urine. Sweet nectar sprayed everywhere with each thrust of her hips. No begging her body would halt the flood now unleashed.
Shhhhaaa... Bladder loosened by orgasm, piss leaked through the cracks. Still, her hips wouldn't stop. No space for shame or embarrassment. Even after thirty seconds, her climax raged on.
"Haaak... Hnggh... Hnngh..."
After her spectacular orgasm dance, Nayae collapsed pathetically on the bathroom floor, tears streaming. Yuchan pressed his foot gently on her ass and murmured delightedly.
"Nayae, you love squeezing out juices up top and down below, huh."
"Hnggh... Hic... Hic..."
Her sobbing self-loathing meant nothing to him.