Counseling
Even after slipping her hand inside her underwear, Eileen stayed frozen for a long while. The fear of climax had not yet completely left her. The only movement she showed was the rise and fall of her chest with every breath she took.
Now and then the palm of her hand brushed lightly against her clitoris or the folds of her labia, making her shoulders and hips twitch, but calling that masturbation would have been a stretch by any measure.
Yohan brought his lips almost to her ear and whispered in a low voice.
“Eileen, are you still afraid to touch yourself there?”
“Y-yes… I’m sorry.”
“There’s nothing to apologize for. That’s exactly the sort of mental block these counseling sessions are meant to fix. If the problem is that you’re too sensitive, then let’s start with a different part of you. First, we’ll have you experience climax using your breasts.”
“My… breasts?”
“Once you’ve felt an orgasm, that excessive fear of pleasure should ease a little. After that we can work through the more sensitive places one by one, and masturbation will become much easier for you.”
“Ah… that does make sense.”
Without even realizing what plan she was agreeing to, Eileen nodded blankly. To her ears it had sounded like perfectly reasonable logic.
Then a sudden doubt seemed to surface; she tilted her head.
“Um, but… how exactly do you climax with your breasts…?”
“Like this.”
Without warning, Yohan pinched her nipple.
She was already so aroused that the stiff peaks stood out like little rockets even through her clothes, so finding them had been no trouble at all.
Caught completely off guard, Eileen let out a sharp cry.
“Kyaah…♡?!”
Her closed eyelids flew open; the vacant, lightless pupils trembled dangerously.
Watching that extreme reaction, Yohan withdrew his hand as casually as if nothing had happened.
One more time and she’d snap out of it.
He had already stripped off her bra on the very first day and was now making her masturbate; he had thought fondling her breasts would be fine. Yet even with her high suggestibility, direct contact with such a sensitive spot still seemed to provoke strong resistance.
Eileen’s face had gone deathly pale; she wore the terrified expression of a cornered herbivore. Yohan spoke to her with breezy nonchalance.
“Just do what I did just now. Think you can manage it?”
“A-ah… T-Teacher…”
“It’s not difficult. Come on, try it yourself.”
Kindly, he took her wrist and guided it up to her chest. Touching the truly private places was still too much for her, but a light hold on the wrist didn’t seem to bother her much.
Even with Yohan physically placing her hand there, Eileen only hesitated for a long time.
He kept hold of her wrist, waiting patiently until she moved.
“Hurry, Eileen. You want to go home and rest soon, don’t you? I’m busy with my schedule as well. I can’t keep watching over you forever. You aren’t planning to monopolize my time all night, are you?”
“N-no. I-I’m sorry…”
Schedule? There was no such thing. If it meant corrupting Eileen into a pretty little female, he would gladly stay up all night. But he deliberately lied in order to pressure her.
It was a kind of whip.
Through prior suggestion he had already planted the image of himself as kind and caring. When that same person suddenly urged her in a frightening tone, of course she grew frightened. And once she was frightened, her stiff, hesitant movements naturally became quicker and more obedient.
Of course he could not use the same method too often. Repeated whipping would eventually crack the kind-and-caring image and increase her sense of dissonance toward the suggestions.
Everything required a proper sense of balance.
Only after that half-threatening remark did Eileen finally begin to move her hand with careful caution. Recalling what Yohan had done earlier, she formed a pincer with thumb and forefinger and lightly pinched the nipple that stood out sharply through her clothes.
“Nn… ahh…!”
She clamped her lips shut, instinctively smothering the scream that tried to escape.
Her body, already thoroughly aroused, was far too sensitive. It felt as though some switch somewhere inside her had been flipped. Ordinarily she would have been able to endure this much, but right now her head was too dizzy and blank for that.
“Normally it takes a long period of development before a woman can orgasm from her breasts alone, but with you I think it’s possible right away. Don’t hesitate—keep going. Use the other hand as well.”
Yohan kindly took her other wrist and guided it to her chest as he spoke.
Faced with that natural manner, Eileen could not bring herself to protest; she could only pinch her nipples exactly as he instructed.
Squeeze—
“Hik?! Agh…!”
“Hang in there. Just a little more. Just a little more.”
“Hh… nngh…!”
That strange, encouraging voice kept urging her on. Drawing strength from Yohan’s encouragement, Eileen continued to pinch and squeeze her nipples over and over.
Several minutes passed that way.
Then, all at once, an indescribable, dizzying sensation raced up her nerves. Startled, she tried to pull her hands away, but Yohan quickly caught her wrists and held them in place, rendering the attempt useless.
“Keep going.”
“B-but…”
“Now.”
“A-aah…”
With her wrists locked in Yohan’s firm grip, unable to escape, Eileen finally squeezed her eyes shut and pinched her nipples hard.
Climax arrived in an instant.
All the frustration that had been building since the previous night, never once released—the quietly accumulated lust—exploded all at once.
A sensation beyond description flooded up her nerves and poured into her brain.
“───!──!!”
Eileen clenched her teeth and screamed. Her face flushed scarlet like a ripe tomato; her brow was furrowed as if in anger.
Her small, rounded shoulders shook violently. Her round eyes trembled like aspen leaves.
“Haaah…!”
At last she parted her sealed lips and gasped for air.
“Hah… haah… hahk…!”
Like a runner who had just finished a marathon, she panted out breath after breath laced with the scent of exhaustion. The thunderous pounding of her heart was so fierce it could be felt even through her back.
Once she had managed to steady her breathing a little, Eileen wrapped both arms around herself.
“W-what… what on earth was that…?”
She seemed utterly unable to understand what she had just experienced.
While her mind was still reeling, Yohan decided to move swiftly to the next step.
“Now that you’ve felt one orgasm, the fear should have lessened quite a bit. Let’s move on to a pussy climax.”
“P-pu…?”
The crude word that had come from the school nurse’s mouth made Eileen’s eyes widen slightly.
Yohan casually ignored her confusion, seized her wrist, and thrust it straight into her panties.
“Hyaah…?!”
“Start by gently touching your clitoris. There’s nothing to be afraid of. You’re going to have to masturbate every night from now on—do you plan to tremble in fear every single time?”
“Th-that’s…”
Why did she have to masturbate every night? Honestly, she could simply live without doing it at all. Yet Eileen felt not the slightest sense of wrongness at Yohan’s words. This was hardly the moment to quibble over small details. Or rather—it wasn’t a small detail at all, but from her current perspective it felt that way.
Unable to resist his urging any longer, Eileen slowly brought a finger to her clitoris.
The instant she made contact, a jolt of electricity shot through her.
“Nn…”
It was not as intense as the orgasm she had just experienced, but she was still sensitive beyond words.
Yohan pressed on as if determined to finish everything in one swift push.
“Next, put a finger inside your pussy. You don’t need to go deep. Just one knuckle for now.”
“Nn… ahh…!”
Obediently, Eileen carefully slipped a single finger a short way inside.
Squelch…
Her thoroughly soaked pussy accepted the finger without resistance.
“How does it feel?”
“I-I don’t know… It’s… it’s strange…”
“Strange in what way? Do you want to stop right this second?”
“I-it doesn’t feel that bad…”
“Then keep going. Just one more knuckle.”
“…”
With a look of resolve, Eileen gave a small nod. Then she pushed the inserted finger deeper still.
Squelch…
“Nn.”
A pussy she had never once used before squeezed her finger from every side.
It was not as sensitive as her clitoris, but it was sensitive enough. At this level, though, the sensation was pleasantly mild; she thought she could manage it.
Yohan spoke to her.
“Move your finger a little more. Press lightly against the vaginal walls, or try scraping them.”
“Nn… haah… I-I did it.”
“How does it feel? Still strange?”
“…I’m not sure. I-it feels a little good, too.”
“That’s more than enough. Next, feel along the upper wall of your vagina. You’ll find a spot that feels slightly bumpy.”
“…Hyaah?!”
Following his instructions, she was exploring the upper wall when she accidentally pressed hard on one particular place. A scream burst out.
The pleasure felt several times more intense, as if she had touched her clitoris itself. She had found her G-spot.
“Did you find it?”
“I-I think sooo…”
“Stimulate that spot and your clitoris at the same time. You’ll reach climax without much difficulty.”
“Um, Teacher… can’t we stop here…? I… this feeling is so unfamiliar and scary…”
At those words Yohan’s brow suddenly furrowed hard.
“…Teacher is starting to get annoyed as well. How long do you intend to keep acting like a spoiled child?”
“A-ah…?”
Yohan’s voice had gone completely flat. At the abrupt change in his attitude, Eileen could only stare blankly, a questioning sound escaping her lips.