Chapter 26: With Seo-yun
Chapter 26: With Seo-yun
"I'm sorry."
She rose from her seat and prostrated herself before me, forehead touching the floor.
"So you admit it? That it was you?"
"Yes. So please... don't report me."
'She's quick to assess the situation, as expected.'
The evidence was too damning—she must have realized there was no point in making excuses. I picked up her phone from the table. Locked, but that wasn't an issue.
"Unlock this for me."
If she refused, I could always just threaten to report her.
"Why my phone?"
"I want to check your account. If you don't want to, I'll just go ahead and—"
"Go ahead and look."
I scrolled through her account, checking which posts she'd liked, commented on, any private messages—
'She only interacted with me. Doesn't seem like she even looked at other posts.'
That was a plus. But naturally, another question followed.
"How did you find my account?"
It didn't make sense that she'd just stumbled upon it by chance.
"...I saw it by accident while scrolling."
"By accident? My account?"
"Yes. The bug left my phone unlocked, so I saw it."
It was plausible. Her desk was right next to mine.
'She must've seen it when I forgot to flip my phone face-down. Not that it matters now—I'll just delete the account.'
There was no reason to take risks anymore. I'd already confirmed that the senior I liked was a perfect match for me.
"Remember this? 'You'll obey my demands. Whatever I ask of you.' That's what you said to me."
"Yes. I remember."
"Now it's your turn to obey my demands. Whatever I ask of you."
"...Understood."
She had no choice. I held all the cards now, and she'd been completely exposed.
"First, drop the formal speech."
I'd always wanted to hear it—casual speech instead of honorifics. While being addressed formally felt respectful, it also created an invisible barrier I couldn't ignore.
"...Yes."
"Yes?"
I'd expected that response. When I frowned slightly and repeated myself, she quickly corrected herself.
"I mean—okay."
"Say my name."
"Seo-yun... Ah."
"That sounds nice. Say it five more times."
"Seo-yun. Seo-yun. Seo-yun. Seo-yun. Seo-yun."
"Don't forget. You're using casual speech even when others are around."
"But... I can do casual speech. Can I at least use your full name? If I suddenly start calling you intimately, people might find it strange."
A fair point.
"Fine. Around others, you can use my full name. But in return—"
I couldn't just let it slide. If I was giving something, I had to get something back. I stretched out my stocking-clad foot.
"Massage my feet."
'People with foot fetishes say this kind of thing is a reward.'
I was curious how she'd react.
"That's not exactly a difficult request."
She took my foot in her hands and began kneading. The sensation of her touch traveled through my skin—her hands were large, rough with calluses. My satisfied gaze didn't last long.
"...!"
Before I knew it, my entire body tensed.
'What the... Why is she so good at this?'
It felt like all the fatigue from the past week was melting away. And as the tension eased, a moan threatened to escape. I clenched my teeth to hold it back, but my breathing grew noticeably ragged.
"Is this pressure okay?"
"Y-Yeah, but... where did you learn to do this?"
If this was her skill without training, she could probably open a professional massage parlor if she actually studied it.
"Just a basic course in college."
"Hng..."
A moan slipped out against my will.
'I was supposed to be the one riling her up...'
The plan had been a slow buildup—just like how she'd gradually escalated the photos she sent when I asked her to take it slow.
'But now I'm the one feeling weird.'
My face burned as she moved from my right foot to my left without hesitation. My toes curled involuntarily.
'I'm overthinking it. What if she smells something?'
Even though I'd washed thoroughly, anxiety crept in.
"That's enough for the feet. Do my legs now."
Her hands moved upward, and I felt her touch along my calves.
'Why isn't she reacting at all?'
At work or out in public, I could always feel people's gazes—lingering on my face, chest, hips, legs.
But her expression didn't change. Not when she massaged my hands, arms, or even shoulders.
'If this keeps up...'
I needed a decisive move.
"That's enough for the shoulders. Do my back now."
"Your back might be awkward here."
"Then let's change locations."
I stood and headed to my room. She hesitated.
"Pretty sure you agreed to obey whatever I ask..."
At my words, she finally stepped inside. I sat on the bed and undid my buttons.
"Why are you unbuttoning?"
"I figured a proper massage would be easier without clothes."
"That's not necessary."
Ignoring her, I slipped off my dress shirt. I'd undressed countless times after work for a shower, but today—with her watching—it felt both embarrassing and thrilling.
"Just get to it already. My back..."
I lay face-down on the bed.
"If you don't put your heart into it, I'll report you. So do your best."
"Fine."
She sat beside me, and seconds later, her hands were on my back. Without the barrier of clothing or stockings, the contact was far more direct.
"Nn..."
Since this wasn't an area others usually touched, a moan escaped the moment she made contact. My fingers dug into the sheets.
'Starting with the shoulder blades... She's way too good at this.'
"Haah..."
With every knead, her fingertips registered sensations—soft, pliant, yet firm. Each part of my body responded differently, making the massage all the more addictive.
'This is insane.'
If it had just been physical stimulation, I could've handled it. But there was nowhere to look—no, that wasn't quite right. The sight of Seo-yun lying face-down on the bed, her upper body fully exposed after removing her dress shirt, was seared into my vision.
'For real.'
From the delicate curve of her neck peeking through her blonde hair...
To her slender shoulders and the tiny mole on her right one...
The black bra standing out starkly against her pale skin...
The shoulder blades visible beneath it...
Her snow-white back, the deep groove of her spine running down the center...
The swell of her hips, undiminished even by her pencil skirt...
The legs visible through sheer black stockings...
Down to her feet, twitching whenever I touched a sensitive spot...
Every inch of her was maddening.
"Hng... Ah."
The more I moved my hands, the rougher her breathing became, punctuated by occasional moans—amplifying the effect.
If it had been Ha-rin, she'd have pounced already. The only reason I was holding back was because Seo-yun had leverage over me.
'If I give in now, I'll be completely at her mercy.'
More than I already was. Resistance would be impossible. After a few more seconds of kneading—
"That's enough for my back."
I stopped. She rolled onto her back, revealing what I hadn't seen before.
The hollow of her collarbone...
The full breasts usually hidden by her dress shirt...
The black bra barely containing them...
The hint of toned abs and her navel below...
"Now do my chest."
"I don't know how to massage a chest."
'You've been wanting to touch them all day, you perverted senior.'
That was the reply I'd sent when she'd sent me a photo of her breasts.
Who would've thought? The words I'd used to help her exhibitionism would come back to bite me like this.
"Hurry up and do it. Unless you want to be reported."
I placed my hands over her bra. Through the fabric, I could feel their weight. Slowly, I began kneading.
"...Nn♥"
Her face flushed as she accepted my touch. Even just massaging her breasts made her shudder and moan.
'She's even more sensitive than Ha-rin.'
I knew breasts—especially nipples—were sensitive, but Seo-yun seemed exceptionally responsive.
"How far are you planning to take this?"
"Haa... How far do you think I'll take it?"
All the way to sex, probably. The way she'd had me massage her feet, legs, arms, shoulders, and now chest—not to mention the mood.
But admitting that would be stupid.
"Just the chest."
"Liar. You wouldn't have asked if that's what you really thought."
She saw right through me.
"You should check here too."
She spread her legs.
'Last time, you said you just wanted to taste it once.'
As her legs parted further, the hem of her skirt rode up, revealing the panties covering her core.
'So she was wearing them.'
I'd suspected as much since the drive over. The way she'd been so embarrassed when I caught her last Friday—if she hadn't been wearing panties, she wouldn't have been able to take her hands off her skirt during the tour.
"Check for yourself. See how wet I am..."
At the lewd sight before me, I swallowed hard without thinking.
I slid my hand under her skirt. How far did I go? My fingertips brushed against something—warm and slick.
"You're... really wet."
It wasn't just a spot—her entire panties were soaked.
'Just how turned on is she?'
"Don't pull out. Keep touching me."
Drawing on my experience with Ha-rin, I moved my fingers. Given how sensitive her whole body seemed, I gently rubbed the area where her outer lips would be.
"Like this?"
"Ah—!♥ Nn...♥ Hah...♥"
Her reaction told me I didn't even need to rely on memory. Just a few strokes had her moaning uncontrollably, biting her lower lip.
'Isn't this way too lewd?'
It was getting hard to hold back. Her upper body was bare except for the bra, and her lower half was still in her work attire.
"Can I keep going?"
"Haa...♥ For now...♥ Nn...♥ Ah...♥"
The more I rubbed her pussy, the more her body trembled.
'She's close already.'
The bedsheets in her grip grew taut. Her thighs clamped around my arm, holding it in place. I moved my thumb to where her clit should be.
"Hyaa—!♥ There...♥ Ah—!"
The reaction was immediate.
"No—!♥ Senior—!♥ Hng...♥ Really...♥ Can't...♥ Ah—!♥♥ Ngh—!♥♥♥"
Squelch!
Since she was still wearing panties, there was no gushing—but her skirt and the bedsheet beneath her were thoroughly soaked. She turned her head, covering her face with her hands as she came.
I watched silently.
"Hah...♥ Hahh...♥ Haah...♥"
Arm still over her eyes, she panted heavily.
"So we're done now?"
My cock was throbbing. At my question, she slowly lowered her arm and looked up at me.
"N-No."
"?"
"Earlier, you asked how far I'd take this, right?"
I had.
"We're having sex. You're not sleeping until I say I'm satisfied. Tonight."
Sex. Just as I'd expected.
"So all I need is for you to say you're satisfied?"
"Yes."
"Then promise you won't blackmail me no matter how I move."
If I was going to do this, I at least wanted freedom.
"...Fine."
I walked to the dresser. Alongside my toothbrush and toothpaste, there were condoms—three of them, just like in my room. I grabbed them all.
"This'll be over quick."
I took off my pants, then my boxers. My cock, already hard from the massage and touching her, sprang free.
I tore open a condom and rolled it on.
"Don't say you're satisfied right away."
I peeled off her skirt. Despite how wet it was, it came off easily. Her panties followed, though I left her stockings on.
"Don't cum like some two-pump chump, Senior...♥"
She didn't know my stamina. I ignored the jab. The pink slit I'd seen in photos now lay before me—glistening with arousal, unlike the static images.
'Damn, she's pretty.'
I rubbed the head of my cock against her outer lips, the condom growing slick with her wetness. Each touch made her jolt, her entire body tensing.
'She can't be a virgin.'
With her looks, she must've had boyfriends before. Given her background, too. She was probably just nervous.
"I'm going in. Relax."
"...Okay."
Squelch♥
I pushed in slowly. The resistance was intense—so much that I frowned involuntarily at the sensation of her inner walls through the condom.
"Senior. Senior. Wait—just wait."
She was biting her lower lip hard, her face twisted in pain. Her eyes were glistening, on the verge of tears.
"It's... way more painful than I thought."
There was only one explanation for this level of pain.
"Is today your first time?"
"Yes. It's my first time. Today."
I had to adjust my plans.