I Could Do That Too...
Her eyes trembled once.
The modest curve that had been lingering at the corner of her mouth vanished, replaced by a raw, unfiltered expression. It lasted only a moment. The familiar mask slipped back into place almost immediately, but once a crack forms, it becomes far easier to shatter.
"Don't make me repeat myself."
Seol-a's gaze dropped from the rotor resting in my palm to the one I'd placed on the sofa cushion. The pink oval gleamed smoothly under the lights. After staring at it for a long moment, she rose from her seat.
"Should I just wear this?"
"That's right."
Seol-a unbuttoned her jacket. Blouse. Skirt. There was no hesitation in the order she removed them. Each time she shed a layer, her movements as she neatly folded the clothing and set it aside were almost mechanical.
Her attitude—that she would attach no shame to the act of undressing itself—hadn't changed.
Completely naked, Seol-a perched on the edge of the sofa and spread her own legs. The tightly closed slit between them came into view. She picked up the rotor, brought it between her thighs, parted the dry folds, and began pushing it inside.
"Hng… mmm…"
The sound she swallowed while biting her lip leaked out through her nose.
Schlick.
The rotor was sucked into the clenched gap. Seol-a's eyes drifted down between her own legs. A faint flush spread across her face as she confirmed the device had disappeared inside her.
I gestured to stop her as she tried to stand.
"Wait."
"…Yes."
Still holding her legs apart, Seol-a looked up at me. Her eyes showed no emotion. But I could feel the hatred rising from deep within her.
I wondered if she knew how much I enjoyed seeing those feelings she tried so desperately to hide break through the surface.
I took out the remote and flipped the switch.
Bzzzz.
At the faint vibrating sound, Seol-a's shoulders jerked upward. The muscles on the inside of her thighs contracted, and panic flashed across her face.
"Oops, I set it too strong."
I pretended to be surprised and lowered the intensity.
Bzz… bzz… bzzz…
Seol-a's toes curled tightly, but her expression still looked manageable.
"How is it? Is this level okay?"
"Ah… it, it's a little… too strong."
"Really?"
I cranked the dial all the way to maximum.
"Hnnngg…"
Seol-a's head dropped forward. Her fingers, clutching the sofa cushion as if she might tear it apart, turned bone-white. When I lowered the intensity again, the breath she'd been holding burst out.
"Haa… haa…"
"Compared to what I usually do, this is weak. Can't you handle it?"
No answer. I raised the intensity slightly.
"…Ha… mmm… ngh…"
"How about now?"
"…P-please… turn it down a bit…"
"It's because you're not used to it. They say if you wear it for a long time, your senses actually become dull."
I turned the dial back to maximum.
"Haaah…!"
"Let's see if you can endure it for ten minutes first."
"Ha… ngh…"
The vibration grew stronger, and the sound grew louder. Seol-a's thighs trembled uncontrollably. The tendons in her jaw stood out as she clenched her teeth to endure it. From her shoulders to her fingertips, her whole body shook faintly, but she held on exactly like that.
The moment ten minutes passed, I turned it off.
"Huu… huu…"
Breathing roughly, Seol-a looked at me as I spoke.
"Take it out."
"Y-yes…"
Seol-a's hand moved between her legs. She spread the tightly closed slit and grasped the rotor.
Schluurp… schlup.
The wet inner flesh clung to it, refusing to let go.
"Hng… ngh… ha…"
Swallowing her moans as she pulled the rotor out, a long, transparent string of fluid stretched between her pussy and the device. Without touching it, I simply looked. Under the lights, the thread of her arousal sparkled as it caught the glow.
"That should be enough."
The tension in Seol-a's shoulders eased slightly. The instant relief crossed her face, I didn't miss it and smiled.
"Clean that with your mouth."
Seol-a's eyes lifted. For a split second, her gaze stabbed into me with the force of a slap. But it vanished just as quickly, and her usual mask returned.
"…Pardon?"
"I said suck it clean with your mouth. That thing."
Seol-a closed her eyes once, then opened them. As she brought the rotor toward her lips and tried to extend her tongue, I cut her off.
"Do it properly in one go."
Without a word, Seol-a put the rotor into her mouth. Her lips closed, and I could see the movement of her tongue against the outside of her cheek. When she spat it out moments later, the sticky arousal had been replaced by smooth saliva.
"How does it taste?"
"It's a bit sour."
There was no emotion in her voice.
"Is that so? Get used to it. Put it back in."
"…Yes."
Seol-a pushed the rotor between her legs once more. Perhaps because she'd loosened up, it slid in more smoothly than before. I turned the switch on.
Bzzz.
At the slight tremor that stopped and started, Seol-a's body twitched.
"I've set it on a timer, so it will activate periodically on its own until tomorrow."
"…Yes."
"Don't forget to send me a photo of you wearing it every hour."
"…Yes."
"Good. You may go now."
Seol-a stood and began dressing. Buttoning her blouse, pulling up her skirt, slipping on her jacket—every motion was as neat and composed as when she'd arrived. The rotor inside her was about the size of a tampon, so it wouldn't show outwardly and wouldn't interfere with daily life. However, since it would vibrate at set intervals, the fact that she was wearing it would never leave her mind.
"Then I'll be going."
"Yeah. Take care."
Seol-a bowed politely and left the hotel room. Even until the very last moment the door closed, her retreating figure showed not a single trace of disarray.
A small chuckle escaped me.
After sending Seol-a off, I returned to school. I parked in the lot and checked the time—it was just as the advanced class was ending. I considered going up but instead reclined the seat and closed my eyes.
……
……
Knock knock.
The sound of someone tapping on the window woke me. Jinhui was standing outside, tilting her head as she peered in with her bag slung over one shoulder. I yawned and checked my watch—I'd slept for about an hour. I opened the door, stepped out, and stretched.
"Haaam…"
"Tired?"
"Someone hasn't been letting me sleep at night lately."
"You're the one not letting yourself sleep, I'd say."
Jinhui snapped back grumpily, so I gave her ass a firm smack.
"Kyaa!"
Jinhui jumped back in surprise and quickly scanned the surroundings. After turning her head this way and that to make sure no one had seen, she finally glared at me.
"Wh-what are you doing?"
"Why?"
"What if someone sees?"
"So what if they do?"
"You like it when your women get treated so roughly in public?"
"I don't."
"Then don't do it."
It was honestly a fair point, so I nodded.
"Then it's okay when we're alone, right?"
Jinhui's mouth fell open, then snapped shut. I watched as the blush slowly crept from her ears down to her neck.
"…Y-yeah…"
At her barely squeezed-out answer, I chuckled.
"It's getting late. Should we eat out?"
"That's why I told Sis earlier while you were sleeping that we should go out to eat."
"Good job."
Jinhui checked her phone and said they'd be here soon.
"Jinho."
Ayeong's voice rang out from behind us. As Ayeong walked toward us, Jinhui raised her hand first.
"You got here fast."
"I took a taxi."
Ayeong came over to me. When I opened my arms, she slipped into them without hesitation. The scent of her shampoo tickled my nose. Jinhui subtly turned her gaze away, but she didn't seem uncomfortable.
"Mom!"
Uchan's voice burst out from the side. When I turned, I saw Yejin standing beside him. Yejin's eyes grew wider and wider as she looked back and forth between Ayeong in my arms and Jinhui standing right next to me.
Uchan looked like he'd roughly expected this when he saw Jinhui, but Yejin was tugging desperately at his sleeve with a face that said she had no idea where to look.
Since she's going to be my daughter-in-law, she should know about the family situation in advance. Well, it can't be helped.
"Shall we all go eat together?"
There were too many people for my car. I called a taxi and sent Uchan and Yejin ahead. When I gave them the destination, Uchan nodded, while Yejin climbed in with a face that still hadn't fully processed the situation.
Jinhui looked a little flustered, but she seemed to understand this was something she had to accept now. She kept her mouth shut and got into the passenger seat. As Ayeong settled into the back, she asked me in a low voice.
"That… the girl next to Uchan."
"Yejin?"
"Yeah…"
She leaned forward between the seats, lowering her voice.
"Is she Uchan's girlfriend?"
It seemed parents always got curious about their children's love lives. Her voice was slightly excited with curiosity.
"Probably?"
"What kind of girl is she? Do you know her too, Jinhui?"
Ayeong leaned toward the passenger seat and looked at Jinhui.
"Um… yeah. She's a nice kid?"
"What about you, Jinho? Do you know her?"
"I don't really know her either. She's just the girl who sits in front of me."
"I'm worried our son seems a bit clueless."
It was the face of a mother worrying about her son for the first time in a while. The memory of how Ayeong had looked when we first met suddenly came to mind, and I laughed.
"Why are you laughing? This is important."
At Ayeong's pouty tone, Jinhui laughed too.
"What are you laughing at? It's not like you've ever dated anyone either, Jinhui."
Jinhui bristled at my words.
"I-I was pretty popular, you know."
"Who would believe that?"
Jinhui looked like she wanted to say more but closed her mouth. The tips of her ears, visible in the passenger-side window, were burning red. Ayeong smiled quietly as she watched.
When we arrived at the restaurant, Uchan and Yejin were already there. They were sitting side by side in the private room I'd reserved, heads together over the menu and whispering. It was painfully obvious this was their first time in a place like this. Yejin had been whispering something into Uchan's ear but jumped away startled when we entered.
"What are you doing, acting like country bumpkins?"
Uchan held out the menu.
"Th-the prices are…"
"I already ordered."
"Ahh…"
Uchan's shoulders slumped. Yejin poked her head out from beside him and asked.
"Um… what about… Madam and the teacher?"
Her eyes grew wider as she looked back and forth between Ayeong and Jinhui sitting on either side of me. Ayeong was smiling naturally, while Jinhui lifted her water glass to avoid eye contact.
"They're my lovers."
At my words, Uchan gulped down his water like his throat had gone dry. He'd probably guessed something when he saw me and Jinhui together at the hospital, but it seemed he'd accepted it after seeing that Ayeong wasn't saying anything.
Yejin was different. With a face that clearly didn't understand, she looked at me, then Ayeong, then Jinhui in turn before carefully opening her mouth.
"Um… so… both of them are your mothers?"
Uchan spat out the water he'd been drinking—all over my face.
"Goddamn it!"
Ayeong's hand stopped me as I started to get angry. Jinhui quickly grabbed some tissues and wiped my face.
"S-sorry."
Uchan bowed his head frantically. The awkward atmosphere actually loosened thanks to the mishap.
"Anyway, that's how it is now."
"…What… what should I call them…"
"Just call her Teacher."
Jinhui spoke in a resigned voice. Ayeong chuckled beside her and added a word to Yejin.
"Please take good care of our Uchan."
"Y-yes ma'am!"
Yejin shot up from her seat and bowed deeply at the waist.
"What are you doing, seriously…"
At my words, Yejin shrank back down. Uchan tugged her sleeve and pulled her into her seat.
"Let's just eat."
Once the food started coming out, the mood returned to normal. Every time a new dish arrived, Uchan and Yejin let out exclamations of awe and devoured it eagerly.
"…They really are country kids."
At my comment, Ayeong leaned toward me and whispered.
"Thank you."
"It's the stepdad role."
At the joke, Ayeong smiled softly. From across the table, Jinhui muttered in a sigh-laden voice.
"Is this really okay…"
I reached under the table and placed my hand on Ayeong's thigh. Looking toward Jinhui, I asked quietly.
"So you don't like it?"
"…You know that's not what I mean."
Unlike usual, Jinhui answered softly, her eyes fixed on her plate.
My phone vibrated. When I turned on the screen, it was a photo from Seol-a. It looked like she'd taken it in the bathroom—she'd lifted her skirt and photographed her pussy with the rotor inside. I was chuckling at the screen when Jinhui asked.
"What are you looking at?"
"Want to see?"
I tilted the screen toward her, and Jinhui's face instantly turned bright red.
"You perverted bastard."
"Why? You want to try it too?"
"Go away. I'm not doing that."
Ayeong glanced at the screen from the side, then brought her lips close to my ear.
"…You like that kind of thing? I could do that for you…"
"U-unnie!"