Provocation
"Haa, Oppa... I'm so—so worked up..."
"Do you like it better when we do it outside?"
"It's just... just being with you, I feel like I'm going to lose my mind... Like I've turned into an idiot... My body keeps searching for you and only you..."
"Same here. I always want my hands on my Hyunji."
"Haa, nnh... O-Oppa..."
"Hm?"
"A-are you... having a hard time...?"
"Huh?"
The question came out of nowhere, and the reply slipped out of me before I could stop it. Hyunji was watching me with worry plain on her face, her voice dropping to a whisper.
"If you're worn out from what we did in the fitting room earlier... I-I'll stop begging..."
She'd misunderstood because I'd taken my time. I'd only wanted to savor the mood a little longer. I didn't sense the slightest intention to provoke me in her, and yet those words landed on me about as hard as a deliberate tease.
"...So there's still something my Hyunji doesn't know about me."
"Ah... haah..."
The moment I squeezed her breast a little harder, Hyunji swallowed a breath and shivered in fine tremors. She had a finger caught between her teeth, helpless under my touch, and I watched her ears burn scarlet before I whispered.
"You have no idea how much I hold back, day to day."
"Ahhk... O-Oppa..."
Fair enough. Until now, whenever I'd held Hyunji or Rahee, I had never been the one to ask for more. There was a part of me that hadn't been honest either. The hand stroking her thigh slowly gathered the skirt of her dress. As the fabric crept upward and began to bare those pale legs, my own excitement started to climb—and from the look of her, Hyunji's was rising with it.
"Haa, haah... nnh..."
"If your stomach hurts even a little, you tell me."
"I-it doesn't hurt, so..."
"All right."
"Hnnk!"
I answered and closed my hand a little tighter around her breast, and her moan broke from her at once. I drank in the sound as I finished folding the skirt up, and her white panties came into view. My hand followed their line, drifting slowly toward the place that mattered most.
"Haa, haahn..."
The moment my fingers eased, the skirt fell limp and slowly hid my shameless hand—but I swallowed, staring at the pale skin of the left thigh laid bare across my wrist, and let my fingers slide lower. Hot slick poured over them as if to soak them through, and my own thirst climbed with it.
"Ahk! O-Oppa! Ahh..."
"...You're soaked."
"Haa, nnh, b-because I like you, Oppa, because I like you..."
"Yeah. I can feel it."
"Ahhk!"
My fingers slipped straight beneath her panties and covered her most private place, and Hyunji went rigid all over, shaking in fine tremors.
"Haa, hnn, Oppa, Oppaa..."
"Want me to touch you more?"
"Yes..."
"All right."
"...Ahhnn! Nnh, haahk!"
As my fingers began to move, her body folded forward against the railing. The hand that had been clutching my arm found the rail instead. I took in the pretty crumple of her fingers, tight with strain, and bent over her back as if to cover her, working my hand all the while.
"Ahhk, nnh, hnnk, O-Oppa, Oppa..."
"Yeah. Hear that? This sound."
I whispered it against her ear, over the obscene wet sound rising from between her thighs. Obscene wasn't quite the word—it was a sound so lovely I wanted to swallow it in one mouthful. Hyunji didn't know what to do with the whisper. She was too busy savoring my fingers to spare a thought for anything else.
"I-I hear it, haahk, hnn, because I like you, Oppa, haahk, because I like you so much..."
"I know. You're too cute. You like me that much?"
"Yes, Oppa, I like you so much, haahk, so much... Hnnk, hnn..."
Somewhere along the way she had risen onto her toes, her pale heels lifted clear of her high heels—softly bent knees, thighs trembling in fine shivers. She was showing me with her whole body that she was climbing, and I whispered to her.
"Want to finish like this?"
"Ahk, O-Oppa. It feels so good... Oppa, it feels so good... Ahk, nnh, haahn, ahk..."
The hand that had been gripping the rail swung behind me and seized my shirt all at once. I picked up the pace of the fingers working her below. She had held back for days, and it showed—she was getting worked up frighteningly fast.
Maybe what happened yesterday is what's letting her take this more honestly.
"Ahk, Oppa, hnn, nnh, ahk, haahk, haahn..."
I took in her moans and the slow tightening of her body, and one thought surfaced.
...Don't tell me this is part of it too?
Everyone I'd been with climaxed far too easily and let me see how satisfied they were. It felt good—like I was something special—so the thought had never occurred to me until now. Surely the Special Internal Energy wasn't meddling in this as well. Even so, I still couldn't feel a thing happening in my own body.
"Nnh, Oppa, hnn, ahhk, haaahn!"
The instant my finger stroked softly along one spot between her little bud and the entrance clenched tight, her whole body locked and a moan a full octave higher burst out of her. So that place was sensitive too. Maybe it was only good today. I had no intention of tormenting her there, but finding a part of Hyunji's body I was learning for the first time was a real pleasure.
"Here? You like it here today?"
"Yes, yes! Oppa, your hand, it's so warm, haahk! Haaahn! Nnh!"
Hyunji was growing a little used to the pleasure now. Every time my fingers brushed her, the way she savored the touch looked more natural. It had been a while since I'd touched her like this, but that was a relief all the same. I'd worried the miscarriage might have left even a small mark. Post-traumatic stress, at least, didn't seem to be something I had to fear.
Still, I ought to be a little careful.
That provocation of hers—provocation she hadn't meant—made me want to tease her a bit, but I set the thought aside for later pleasure. I'd felt her heart well enough today, and I knew she hadn't meant to toy with me. She'd meant to be considerate. I could think about it when we had more room to breathe.
"Oppa! I-I'm, I'm going to— ahk, hnn, ahhk, haahn! Ahhhnnk!"
Lost in my fingers, she called out to me in a rush, then collapsed under the pleasure again. Her head dropped, her back heaved, and she climbed to a small peak. I held her twitching body and caught her as she started to give out, then stroked her quietly and gave her time to ride the afterglow.
"Ahk. Haa, haaa... O-Oppa..."
"Was it good?"
"...So, so good..."
"Then shall we go together now?"
"...Ah..."
She turned to look at me, eyes drowned in pleasure, and at my whisper her face went blissfully slack. I swallowed. Hyunji's pure, clean face flushing with lust was stimulating no matter how many times I saw it. I dropped a hand and slowly undid the button of my trousers, lifted her a little, and gazed at the slender line of her back. I stroked around her hips, then began to draw the dress up, bit by bit.
"Ahh, haahk, haa... O-Oppa..."
"Just a second. My Hyunji's back is too pretty. Let me look a little longer."
"...Okay... L-look, please look... At me waiting for you, Oppa... please look..."
She had only just climaxed and ought to have been a little spent, but she answered my whisper as if it delighted her, and even began to sway her hips slowly, tempting me. It probably wasn't intentional—just instinct—but the effect was tremendous. Hyunji, so innocent the rest of the time, growing lewder and lewder when she was with me, filled my urge to ruin her and my urge to claim her to the brim. That cute little ass began, little by little, to bare what it hid.
"...Pretty."
And the backside that appeared didn't betray what I'd been hoping for. A pale, flawless, soft ass, and the lace of her white panties cutting that cute shape clean in half—it was perfect. All the more because we weren't shut in some dim room. Sunlight seemed ready to shatter across skin that looked that soft. I swallowed hard and stroked that cute ass just as it was.
"...Th-thank you... I know none of me is pretty... and you still compliment me every time..."
"Not pretty? To me you're far too pretty, and cute."
"Oppa..."
"Isn't it enough if I'm the only one who thinks you're pretty?"
"...Yes. If only you, Oppa—if only you like me..."
"Yeah. I like you so much."
"Ah... Oppa..."
At the whisper she wanted me even more, calling to me like a plea. I looked at the side of her face and stroked her ass, then whispered again.
"...Want to push your hips out a little?"
"L-like this...?"
"Yeah. And tilt your waist forward a bit while you lift your pelvis. That's it."
She pushed herself out as if to show off for me, and between her cheeks the precious place weeping in a slow trickle appeared all at once. I swallowed and swept a gentle hand over that ass.
"Ah... Oppa... I'm so happy..."
"About what?"
"Because you love my body so much... I can feel it in your hands, how carefully you're treating me..."
"What am I supposed to do, when you're this lovely."
"...I'm so glad... That this plain body of mine is to your liking..."
"Plain? When you're this pretty."
"Haaahn..."
I kept stroking, and for a moment her ass drew in tight, then began to quiver. The performance was over now, and ballet was receding from her life, so she wouldn't have to manage her body so harshly anymore. This pretty ass would fill out a little, bit by bit. I was looking forward to it.
"The show's over now. You'll get even prettier, won't you?"
"...I-I'll probably gain a little weight..."
"I'm curious. I want to see it."
"...You seemed to like how I look, so I was going to try to keep it..."
"That's hard on you. Don't."
"Th-then if you tell me later, I can lose it anytime..."
"I told you. I like you better when you're natural."
"...Ah..."
Had I drawn this out too long? I wanted to keep the sight in my eyes, but making Hyunji wait felt unfair. Without another word I brought that boy of mine to her most private place and stroked along it gently, and Hyunji jolted upright as if she'd been shocked.
"Ahhk..."
"You're really sensitive today."
"Ahh, haahk, because you, Oppa—because you made me like this..."
"Feel that? I'm the same."
I went on, stroking her back and her ass as I spoke.
"You're the one who got me this worked up."
"Haa, Oppaa... I-I'm having such a hard time... Please? Please..."
She still wasn't quite skilled enough to enjoy a tension like this. She simply didn't have that much experience yet. I didn't mind at all. The sound of her begging was more than enough to keep me worked up too.
"Hold on. If I go in like this, it'll hurt."
"O-okay... Ahh, haaahn! Haahk, haa..."
I slicked the head of him with her arousal and swept him down over her, and each pass set her waist and her knees to dancing. The hamstrings at the backs of her thighs were standing out, and she looked ready to climax at any moment. I didn't need to draw it out any further.
"Then I'll take them off?"
"Yes... Haa, haa... I'm so, so excited..."
"Yeah. I can see. Is it hard?"
"...I think I'm going to lose my mind... I like you so much, Oppa... I don't know what I'm supposed to do..."
"I like my Hyunji so much too."
"Sniff... Oppa..."
I hooked a finger into the line of her panties and pushed them aside. Her most private place was bared, and her slick poured down as if it meant to spill straight onto the balcony tile. Still so pale, so clean, clenched so tight, and overflowing like this—the inside of her had to be unbelievably soft. My own breath was coming shorter, and the tight shirt was making my neck uncomfortable. I undid one button and slowly brought him to her.