Shake
"You on a diet?"
"……Ah, I-I'm trying……. Do I…… l-look fat……?"
"No. You look good, that's all. My excuse for a punishment just disappeared."
"……Ah."
Ju Hayeong let out a sigh, as if she found that a shame. Under my gaze she swallowed hard, then quietly lowered her pants again and set them neatly beneath the sweater. Slowly she reached back for the hook of her bra. The bra slipping free with a soft snap was devastating, and before I knew it my eyes had been stolen by her breasts, swaying just beyond it.
"……What size are they?"
"……S-seventy-five D……. I-I'm ridiculous, aren't I……?"
She answered as if ashamed in front of me, and I looked at the hands covering her chest as I opened my mouth. Ridiculous. They look far too good for that. Those deeply flushed, scarlet areolae, and the cherry-sized nipples standing stiff as if shy—they felt nothing short of perfect.
"When you undress in front of me, don't cover yourself."
"……Yes."
She flinched, then slowly drew her arms aside, and those thick, snow-white mounds of marshmallow filled my vision all over again. A satisfied smile nearly escaped me before I caught it. Whether it was their pretty teardrop shape, or the weight of all that volume simply refusing to let them look otherwise, I couldn't tell—but they didn't seem the least bit sagged. Those treasure-like breasts were a pleasure just to look at.
"……Then……."
"Mm."
Ju Hayeong, who had been carefully reading my face, swallowed once and began to ease her violet panties down. The crotch was already darkened, still damp. As that scrap of cloth descended it drew out a thick silver thread that thinned and thinned, only snapping with a soft tick once the panties had reached her knees.
"Gulp."
A neatly kept forest, and within it a pretty cleft pressed shut—the sight made her age impossible to guess. Her body really was remarkably well maintained. I looked at the plump outer lips, prettily bared, and asked.
"You get waxed?"
"……Ah, um…… the place where I get my skin care…… recommended waxing……."
"Ah. All right."
"Sh-should I let it grow out……?"
"Hm. I'll think about it."
"……Yes……."
At my words she seemed to realize she had covered herself without thinking. She hurriedly moved her hands aside, watched my face, then neatly folded the panties and set them with the bra on top of the sweater. Looking up at me, she slowly sank to her knees, and I handed her the cushion that had been at my side.
"……Thank you……."
I only looked at her, saying nothing. Cushion in hand, Ju Hayeong set her knees demurely together upon it and lowered her head. Like someone bowing, she pressed both hands to her forehead and offered me the snow-white expanse of her back, then swallowed and began to murmur, almost a whisper.
"……S-slave Ju Hayeong…… greets her Master……."
I watched in silence. In the end, maybe the title of slave was the one she liked better. The naked prostration I'd only ever seen online was deeply satisfying, and I could tell just how long she had been waiting for this moment. The way she had decided at once and moved the instant I demanded a greeting wasn't something a person could improvise. Quietly I lifted my foot, set the toe of my shoe lightly on her head, and pressed down with only enough force for her to know that something was resting there.
"Ah……."
"I'm counting on you from now on."
Ju Hayeong flinched at my words, then began to tremble faintly—and then she was sobbing again. What came off her wasn't shame or sorrow, but feeling, and a desperate tenderness. I waited quietly for the crying to subside. The posture was a little uncomfortable, but I sipped my coffee and took in the clean, spotless line of her back.
"……Sniff…… I-I'm sorry."
As the sobs faded I lightly drew my foot away, and only then did she slowly raise her head, wiping her tears with both hands as she apologized.
"You've thought about this a lot, haven't you?"
"……Yes. D-did you like it……?"
"Mm. It was pretty."
"Th-thank you for the compliment."
"A compliment, is it? Do you have any idea what I'm going to make of that body?"
It was only talk, of course, but lines like that mattered a great deal in play. It wasn't wrong, in the end, to think of SM as a deeper, more obsessive kind of role-play. Her body gave a start at my words, but what spread through her eyes was joy, and anticipation.
"P-please…… do with me as Master wishes……."
Her breathing grew rougher and rougher. I let the silence hang, giving her time to savor it. Ending things here today seemed best. The Ju Hayeong who had offered that greeting was clearly far more settled than before—I could feel it in her breath.
"Get up."
"Thank you……."
She rose slowly, watching my face, and when I nodded again she began to dress, starting with her panties. I took in her naked body and slowly opened my mouth.
"You decide the play yourself."
"Yes……."
"The toys you want to use, the things you want to wear—you choose all of it and bring it to me. But whether we actually do it or not, I'll decide."
"……Understood."
By rights I ought to have been the one choosing, but all I was really doing was making it clear that keeping this play alive would stay centered on her. She must have understood. Her eyes brimmed with tears again; she wiped them away and went on getting dressed.
"Toto."
"……Haa…… haah……."
The moment I spoke the name, the strength seemed to leave her legs. Ju Hayeong caught the table and let out a long breath.
"Were you satisfied?"
"……Yeah. So much. My heart's still p-pounding……. H-honey, why are you so g-good at this……?"
"This is about the level I had in mind."
"I-it's perfect. Really. You were exactly the Mas……ter I'd imagined. It was so good……."
I got the picture. A gentle master must have been her ideal. In a world like this, that was an ideal all the easier to give up on—or maybe she was simply weak to a coercive atmosphere in itself. Well, I could judge that later, once I saw the kinds of play she brought me. Maybe this had worked out for the better. At this level, it wasn't much of a burden on me either. Then, with neither of us moving first, our eyes met, and once again we were slowly drawing our faces close.
Knock, knock.
"Boss, are you there?"
"Ah."
Light returned to Ju Hayeong's hazy, unfocused eyes. The voice beyond the door seemed to belong to a delivery driver from one of her suppliers. Even so, as she turned her face I quietly caught her cheek and pressed a light kiss to her lips.
"Ah……."
"Go on, then. Should I step out?"
"Ah, n-no. Y-you just rest……."
She checked herself in the mirror on the wall, tidied her appearance, and slowly opened the café door. I watched the crotch of her jeans begin to darken as she headed for it, and unhurriedly finished what was left of my coffee.
"Empty it all the way out! Squeeze it from your chest!"
"I am squeezing! Nothing's coming out!"
"You shouldn't talk while you're exercising. Nine!"
"I said I was a little late! This is too much, isn't it!"
"You still seem to have strength left. I'll raise it more tomorrow. Ten! Just one more—the last one!"
"You big bear—aaagh!"
"A b-bear? One! Stop! Good work."
The instant I finished that last rep, I all but threw the handles down. Behind me the plates dropped with a heavy thud. I couldn't have cared less. Right now, all I needed was oxygen.
"Hah—haah, seriously. I'm just a guy who said he wanted some light upkeep. Is this even the right schedule?"
"You still have the strength to talk, after all. Let's raise it a little more."
"Grr!"
Of course I wasn't truly annoyed. I knew perfectly well Rahi wasn't tormenting me at the gym on purpose. At some point the bickering itself had simply become fun, and she didn't look particularly put out either. If anything, that utterly unbothered expression made me want to needle her all the more. She worked her tablet, scratching at her cheek with the stylus as she muttered.
"The weight really ought to go up a bit more. Though if you'd actually trained properly, you could've at least toured Taereung—the national training center."
"You think that's easy? If I suddenly told you to go model, Rahi…… well, you probably could. So if I told you to write some code, could you?"
"……What's code?"
"See? Though honestly, I don't really know either."
"What?"
"I just made spaghetti……. Never mind. It's nothing."
I didn't even have the energy left to joke. Trainer Rahi, who had been tilting her head at my words, held out a towel. I took it at once, wiped the sweat away, and panted until my breath came back. Then, as I was still wiping down, she offered me a bottle. Trainer mode seemed to have switched off somewhere along the way; the stiffness had left her face, and a faintly embarrassed air showed through.
"……Here. Drink."
"What is it?"
"I-it's just…… a sh-shake……."
"You made it yourself?"
When I asked, taking the bottle, Trainer Rahi nodded as if ashamed. Ah. Right now she isn't a trainer.
"Thanks. So this is why you called?"
"……Th-that's not why……."
I watched her cute, flustered face—caught, just as if I'd been right—let a short laugh slip out, and opened the spout of the bottle.
That was the moment.