Chapter 193
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 193
Chapter Title: Please Do It :: 193
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He pulled out a bottle of 50-year-old wine. It was the first alcohol he'd ever drunk with Lee Ye-rin back in high school.
She, dressed in a bathrobe, handed him a glass.
"This...."
Unlike earlier when she'd been sipping alone, she was paying attention to So-in for the first time.
Ever since he'd flicked her clitoris and she'd let out a moan, he'd started looking different to her.
‘How embarrassing must I have been.’
He was a true miracle doctor sent straight from heaven.
Even in her drunken state, Yang Ga-in recalled the things she'd said to him.
‘Did she endure and come here just because Ye-rin asked?’
So-in had actually made her feel something.
Though he'd spread open her virgin pussy to humiliate her and flicked back her clitoral hood—suspicious actions all around—his claims had never been wrong.
She recalled the touch of his hand as he'd spread her pussy open to flick her clitoris.
'The world is vast, full of unbelievable things....'
All the harsh words she'd thrown at him were boomeranging back, leaving her feeling deeply uncomfortable.
‘Damn it.... Why did he have to come off like some con artist....’
She slowly poured wine for the man who had toyed with her pussy. With an awkward smile, she asked,
“Want... some booze?”
“...Yeah, sure. I'm not great at drinking, though.”
“Uh.... Cheers.”
She glanced at So-in's eyes before lifting her glass.
The two glasses clinked in midair. The 50-year-old wine, tinged with red, swirled inside.
This was unfolding in a way neither of them had predicted.
Sip. Sip.
Han So-in and Yang Ga-in.
A plain-looking guy and a chaebol heiress.
An mismatched pair tilting their glasses. After about three sips, she spoke.
“Uh.... Sorry.”
It was the first time she'd apologized since getting flipped onto the mat by Lee Ye-rin during a fight three years ago.
“Huh? Oh, no, it's fine.”
“Really.... I thought you were some con artist tricking Ye-rin... that's why I acted like that....”
“Nah, I wouldn't believe it either if I were you.”
“Really? I'm glad you see it that way.”
Seeing Yang Ga-in's apologetic expression, So-in felt something different from before.
‘She knows how to admit when her judgment's off. That's a new side to her.’
Elegant aura, actually a judo practitioner, and an attitude that allowed her to apologize.
On top of that, her voluptuous body wrapped in the bathrobe during the apology sent a thrilling tingle of excitement through So-in.
‘Bathrobe.... Is she wearing anything underneath?’
He couldn't tell if she'd removed the thin bra she'd been wearing or if she was completely naked beneath the robe.
If it was the latter, then she must have made up her mind.
“Uh.... That fifty million won....”
“That? Just give it to Ye-rin like we agreed.”
“For real?”
“Yeah. Gotta keep my word.”
“....”
Ga-in scanned his outfit again. No matter how she looked, he didn't scream "rich."
Money that might be his entire fortune, and he was telling her to hand it over to Ye-rin without a second thought...
'He's got some real backbone.'
Bit by bit, Han So-in was starting to look different to her.
“Or... you can give Ye-rin the money as planned.... and if there's any additional amount you want, just say so....”
“More money on top?”
“Yes. In exchange.... could you keep helping with my treatment? I do have some pride, so I'm willing to pay for it.”
Her attitude had completely flipped.
The drift-level attitude shift made So-in find her a bit tricky to handle.
‘Her trust in me's shot way up, huh...?’
She sipped her wine. Her slender, alluring neckline caught his eye.
‘While we're at it.... maybe I should get another look at Ga-in's pussy before I go?’
He'd spread it open a few times with his hands, but he hadn't been able to admire it freely since he had to flick her clitoris.
'When I grabbed her pussy and pulled it open left and right, I caught a glimpse of her hymen inside....'
Above all else, the thrill of freely parting the insides of a pussy belonging to a woman with pride as strong as hers stirred a perverse pleasure in him.
‘If I can sweet-talk her just right.... into letting me see Ga-in's pussy anytime I want.... that'd be fucking incredible.’
Having reached Obedience Level (3), he'd more or less achieved his goal, but the temptation to leave now was overwhelming.
So-in decided to test the waters, leaning on her boosted trust.
“From what I can tell, I think your treatment's possible.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. The thing is.... the more consistent the stimulation, the more her sensitivity will improve over time, and she'll get better....”
“Then I can just keep doing it myself....”
So-in shook his head at her mention of doing it solo.
“Nah, doing it yourself probably won't have much effect.... It has to be my hands. Since I'm small and scrawny, having it done by someone like me amps up the shame factor.... and that's what creates the effect.”
“So... it won't work if it's just me...?”
“Right.... Not saying this out of any bad intentions.... That's just what my research shows. If you're that curious, you can test it out yourself first.”
“...Give me a sec.”
No matter how much she trusted So-in, she couldn't verify if his words were true.
'Normally, I'd never buy this crap... but the treatment worked exactly like he said... Guess I'll experiment and find out....'
She stood and headed into one of the rooms.
Not long after.
(Ugh....)
The sounds of a grown virgin slapping her own clitoris and pussy echoed out.
(No way.... Ugh)
Refusing to accept it, even louder sounds rang out, accompanied by groans as she endured the pain.
Hearing her slapping her own pussy like that,
So-in felt a lewd thrill.
‘Without my ability's amplification.... it's tough for her? No clue what fetish level she needs to hit to do it solo.’
(Ahh... ugh...)
The high-quality woman designated as the group's successor was slapping her own clitoris, letting out moans.
‘Kinda turning me on...’
He couldn't afford to get hard here, so So-in tried to push the dirty thoughts away.
Inside the room, Yang Ga-in clutched her pussy, enduring the pain.
She pinched her body a few times to confirm this was reality.
‘Seriously.... I feel nothing when I do it myself...’
The treatment required spreading her pussy open and striking the clitoris.
Even a promiscuous woman would hesitate to entrust her body to that casually.
‘Why is this trial dumped on me...?’
Her bathrobe had fallen open, exposing her naked body—pretty, ample breasts and her pussy, spread even wider than usual by her own legs.
The pussy, reddened from her own slaps, transmitted no pleasure unlike when So-in had done it.
‘Ahh.... Earlier, it felt so good...’
Suddenly, the pleasure from Han So-in's hand flashed in her mind.
The burning desire to feel that pleasure again kept chipping away at her reason.
‘Am I going insane...?’
She'd always mocked Lee Ye-rin's sex addiction as monkey business,
but now that her own body had tasted pleasure, the urge to feel it again dominated her thoughts.
‘No, get a grip, Yang Ga-in. Don't embarrass yourself. He's Ye-rin's friend.’
She tied her bathrobe shut, covering her breasts, navel, and pussy.
Only then did her reflection appear in the mirror.
‘My face is beet red...’
Not her usual icy demeanor, but the face of an ordinary woman embarrassed by something sexual.
If she stayed any longer, the shame would only grow, so she hurried back out.
“Ahem....”
She tried managing her expression to reclaim some dignity.
She exuded elegance—no one would guess she'd just been spreading her legs and slapping her own clitoris.
“Uh.... So-in-ssi.”
The way she addressed him had changed.
No more "commoner" or "con artist."
“Could you... not tell Ye-rin about anything related to me?”
“Sure, no problem.”
"For real?"
"Have I ever told Ye-rin about your stuff? It's all private. Same reason—I won't tell her yours either."
“You'll keep it that way?”
Yang Ga-in poured herself more wine and took a small sip.
An empty promise, but it eased her mind a little. One more question lingered.
She'd spread her legs and slapped her pussy solo, but felt nothing—so she had to ask him again.
‘Too embarrassing to bring up...’
After a brief silence, she spoke.
“Earlier.... you said consistent stimulation might fix it....”
“Yeah, as her sexual sensitivity builds up more and more, she'll start feeling it even from normal stimulation.”
Ga-in's real concern was what came next.
“But.... it doesn't work when I do it myself.... I have to borrow someone else's hand.... uh....”
“Exactly. And since it's partly psychological, it'll hit harder if it's someone kinda plain-looking.... Plus, to monitor progress and adjust along the way...”
Right in front of Ga-in, So-in laid it out bluntly.
"Me doing the stimulation's the most logical option."
“Logical.... Y-yeah, I guess.”
Yang Ga-in understood his point but didn't want to admit it.
‘If I keep getting this perverted treatment from him.... I might end up feeling it even with normal guys.... Ugh.... I really should turn him down...’
Her head screamed to refuse—as a woman, how could she accept such a perverse, irrational proposal? But her mouth betrayed her.
“Just out of curiosity.... how much time would I need to invest.... for major improvement?”
“Depends.... on how many times she climaxes repeatedly, but some progress should come quick with steady stimulation.... Anything beyond that'll take more time....”
So-in figured she'd start feeling more once her Sexual Fetish level hit 2.
‘Chaebol pussy free-use pass.... I think I've scored one, huh...?’
He'd planned to wrap up at Obedience Level (3) and scout other women, but she was too enticing to just walk away from now.