Just Going to Learn
I froze solid the moment I saw the photo Ye-eun Seo had sent me.
It was a picture of me from earlier today—looking around anxiously with wide, panicked eyes as I flung open the door and stumbled out in a fluster.
"Wh-what the... how is this even..."
No way could anyone claim it was just someone who looked like me. The woman in the photo was obviously me. She was wearing the exact same clothes I'd put on today, down to the bag slung over her shoulder. And the background? It was precisely the adult toy shop I'd stopped by on my way home.
Irrefutable proof that I'd visited an adult toy shop. No room for denial whatsoever.
Beneath it was a short message from Ye-eun.
The smartphone slipped from my hand and thudded onto the bed. My mind went completely blank.
"Wh-when did she take this... you crazy bitch...!"
I'd definitely checked my surroundings before leaving the shop, glancing around to make sure no one was watching. But this photo captured me plain as day—stepping out and looking around furtively.
Staring at the undeniable shot of myself, my hands started shaking uncontrollably.
Should I deny it? Play it off as a lookalike? No, pointless. She looked exactly like me right now. And knowing Ye-eun's personality, if I tried to weasel out, she'd latch on even harder.
Better to own up coolly than get caught hiding it and hand her even more leverage...
Yeah, time for a straight-up approach. Going into an adult toy shop isn't illegal, and anyone could pop in out of curiosity, right? Sure, a girl going alone might not be the most "normal" thing socially, but with Ye-eun? Probably didn't matter. What she did to me wasn't exactly "normal" by any standards either—what could I even do about it?
With trembling hands, I picked up my phone again and forced myself to type casually.
After hitting send, my lips went dry as dust. Would this fly? What if she used it to grill me anyway?
My hands shook with tension as I waited for her reply—and less than a minute later, a message pinged in from Ye-eun.
I'd braced for mockery or interrogation after my excuse, but Ye-eun's response was unexpectedly soft. She was even empathizing with me and slyly probing further. Which toy did I like best?
I glanced down at the pink mini vibrator rolling on the bedsheet—the one that had been buried between my legs just moments ago.
If I said nothing caught my interest, she'd get suspicious and dig deeper. So I decided to name the one I'd just used.
Relief washed over me with a sigh—the conversation was flowing normally enough. Was chatting about adult toys with a cram school girlfriend exactly "normal"? Well, no harm done anyway. Just as I started to relax, thinking we'd keep it chill...
Ye-eun's next message tightened the noose around my neck.
Cold sweat trickled down my spine. Why was the vibe suddenly veering this way? It was obvious—she'd lure me over under the pretense of "safe play," then collar me and ravage my body at her whim. Not the first time, and if I fell for it again, I'd be the idiot.
"Wh-what the hell is this psycho saying...?"
As I scrolled through the messages, my throat locked up and I swallowed hard. Was there a CCTV in my room or something? Her words hit too close—bullseye after bullseye. Just now, I hadn't been able to cum from the toy alone; I'd barely reached climax by fantasizing about being tied up and violated by Ye-eun. And midway through my delusion, I'd ground the rotor so hard against my pussy that the sensitive spot was now sore and throbbing.
Is there really a camera...?
I sat there trembling, unable to reply—then more messages from Ye-eun rolled in.
I stared at Ye-eun's texts, plunging into deep thought. This was obviously a trap. The "safe usage lesson" was just a fancy excuse. If I walked right into her lair, she'd flash that grin, snap a leather collar around my neck, and violate me however she pleased. God knows what outlandish toy she'd torment and humiliate me with next—I couldn't even imagine.
Of course I should refuse. I'm a person, not some toy or pet.
But...
Ugh... it hurts down there...
Every little shift in position sent a throbbing ache between my legs—the price of clumsily grinding the toy against my pussy in a desperate bid for relief.
Maybe she had a point. I didn't know much about this female body or how to handle toys properly. At this rate, I might never get proper relief alone and end up relying on masochistic fantasies of Ye-eun's abuse just to squeeze out an orgasm every time.
If that was the case, learning from her might not be so bad.
I can't do it right by myself anyway? A friend's offering to teach me safe toy use—why turn that down?
From the depths of my mind, a sweet, rational excuse began to rear its head.
Yeah. Learn proper technique and score some pleasure? Two birds, one stone. Master it fully, and next time I could masturbate safely and perfectly all on my own—no need for Ye-eun's fantasies.
This wasn't me craving her dominance like some slutty bitch in heat. This was a purely logical choice to protect my body and gain proper knowledge.
"Yeah... I'm just going to learn. Just... to learn..."
Muttering to myself, I tapped the screen with shaky fingers.
The little "1" by my message vanished instantly, as if she'd been breathlessly awaiting my reply. Her cheerful response flew back.
The word "set" sent a chill of foreboding through me, but I shoved my phone screen dark and flopped onto the bed.
Staring blankly at the ceiling, I repeated to myself: Yeah, this is all for me. Protecting my body from harm, masturbating safely, releasing my pent-up urges on my own terms. Once I learned toy usage from Ye-eun, I might even be able to get off without her help.
"Is this really okay...? Ugh, whatever. I'll just sleep..."
I tossed my phone aside and collapsed fully onto the bed. The room reeked of the juices I'd spilled during masturbation, but I couldn't muster the energy to clean up. All I wanted was to escape this reality.