Final Exam Celebration (Baek A-young's Turn 2)

Lee Ho-yeon had to fight back a laugh at Baek A-young's flustered reaction. After playing a cozy little hypnosis game together, he'd gone and pulled a scummy stunt like telling her to strip—of course she was thrown off. But after everything they'd done, after all the times their bodies had tangled, he had a pretty good idea of how she'd respond. If he just played confused here, she would take her clothes off.

"What, did the hypnosis not take?"

"...I'll take them off."

Snapping back at his words, Baek A-young swept her long, straight hair behind her shoulders so it wouldn't get in the way, then reached for the buttons of her blouse. Even as each undone button revealed more of that pale skin and the underwear beneath—an unmistakably lewd sight—she still ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠hadn't quite grasped what was happening.

This... wasn't a joke?

Normally when you played this kind of game, you checked whether the hypnosis had worked, and if it had, you maybe made the person lift an arm or a leg. Then you'd laugh it off, break the spell, and call it a happy ending. That was how it worked in Baek A-young's world.

But she had long since stopped feeling any resistance about undressing in front of Lee Ho-yeon. She draped her blouse over the chair, peeled off her black miniskirt and stockings, and looked at him.

Lee Ho-yeon was studying every inch of her body, his eyes bright with arousal. The fact that he still got this excited after they'd already slept together so many times sent a rush of confidence through her. Having the man she loved get turned on by her body was a good thing.

Still examining her closely, he laid a hand on her soft breast.

"Stay still."

"..."

Baek A-young kept staring into empty air. She couldn't drop the act now. If she did, Lee Ho-yeon would be genuinely mortified. Then again, there hadn't been a chance to stop from the start. The very first thing he'd said after checking whether the hypnosis had worked was strip.

If I'd known it would go like this, I never should have pretended it worked.

She'd only meant it as a little joke. It never occurred to her that Lee Ho-yeon had planned this entire situation.

"How does it feel?"

"...Good."

Baek A-young answered honestly. Darling's touch always felt good. She could play along with this kind of scene all he wanted. The only thing she was worried about was wasting their entire lunch break on a hypnosis gag and never actually having sex. That, she couldn't stand.

"Hmm..."

Watching her, Lee Ho-yeon started turning something over in his mind.

Her condition was fine. More than fine, honestly—it was excellent. But Lee Ho-yeon was still deliberating how far he could go with her.

The goal was to reawaken Baek A-young's sexual fantasy: rape play. She'd already hit Affection 100. He'd finished her route. But this world, for all its game-like framework, wasn't as convenient as an actual game. Clearing a heroine's route didn't turn her into a doll that obeyed your every word. It just meant you now had a woman who loved you.

Which was exactly why he needed to lock down the power dynamic more firmly. The best way would be to focus all his love on one person... but that wasn't an option, so he needed another approach. After thinking it through, this was what he'd landed on: securing the upper hand by thoroughly satisfying her in bed.

At the very least, he wanted to get her through the upcoming Final Exam Celebration and the field trip without any friction. Give her enough satisfaction to keep things smooth for those two ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠events. And if he did it through the rape play she loved so much, he could lock in who held the reins at the same time.

Lee Ho-yeon took his hand off her breast and sat down in the chair.

"Kneel in front of me."

"Yes."

Baek A-young obeyed, sinking to her knees between his legs. At least we'll get to it soon. She was grateful she was still pretending to be hypnotized. The thing she'd been waiting for was about to start.

While she knelt, Lee Ho-yeon had already pulled his pants down and gotten ready.

"Put this in your mouth. As deep as you can."

"Yes, darling."

Baek A-young leaned in slowly and took the head into her mouth.

"Hahh..."

Wet, filthy sounds filled the room as his cock slid in deep. But if this was all it took to satisfy him, he never would have started. Lee Ho-yeon grabbed her head and pushed down hard.

"Ghk— khack— slurp—"

"Don't resist. Suck it properly."

Every time he pulled her head down and let her up, she made those choked, gagging sounds—but Baek A-young was used to this much. She was on her knees, naked, sucking his cock, so he slipped his shin between her thighs and rubbed it against her already-soaked pussy.

"Nnh— ghk— slurp..."

All the while he kept moving her head with his hand, Lee Ho-yeon thought it through.

Baek A-young's fantasy, put simply, was rape play. But if you dug a little deeper, it was more complicated than that. What she wanted was to take an aroused partner's lust in a situation where she couldn't resist. Her own feelings had to come second to the other person's. She liked receiving violence and dominance. She liked having her will ignored and her body treated like a tool. Sex where resistance was useless, where a woman's pain or pleasure didn't matter, where the only thing that counted was the man's lust—the more a session was like that, the more it turned her on.

As long as the man was him, of course.

Thinking about it like this, she really is a pervert.

Lee Ho-yeon kept pressing her head down as the thought crossed his mind. The more her pained moans intensified, the more pleasure surged through him. He'd already finished planning how to run the rape play. The concept was simple: he was a guy who just liked that kind of thing too much. All he had to ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠do was make it painfully obvious that this sweet, loving sex wasn't enough for him. That would shatter the weird misconception she was holding onto—the idea that married couples couldn't do rape play.

He'd been playing the sex-crazed maniac from the very first time they slept together, so she wouldn't suspect a thing. He was just bringing back a concept he'd set aside for a while. She might even apologize for making him hold back. That was the kind of woman Baek A-young was.

She was a good person. That much was certain. She was also, equally certainly, a pervert. After he'd cleared her route, she'd been satisfied with ordinary sex—but a rape fetish that had been written into her character from the original game? She'd like that even more.

There was a problem, though. He and Baek A-young already had a solid, intimate relationship. The old blackmail-style rape play wouldn't work anymore. Threatening to leak photos at this point would just be ridiculous.

So what attitude should I take, then?

A selfish one. Don't think about Baek A-young's position at all. Move solely for his own pleasure. He'd mulled that over and come up with a pretty good idea. It was so extreme it was hard to even put into words... but he told himself it was all for their future together.

Baek A-young's body was already developed—overdeveloped, even. Even when he shoved his cock down her throat for the rape play, she started sucking eagerly within seconds.

"Ghk— slurp— suck— khack—"

Even now, she was already adapting to the cock filling her throat, dragging her tongue along the shaft to give him more pleasure. The sensation of the head grinding past her uvula and into the back of her throat made it hard to hold back from coming.

Busting into the nurse's office and jumping her wouldn't work either. Even if he slammed into a dry pussy without warning, a few thrusts later her juices would flood out like a dam breaking. Because Baek A-young was a pervert.

So this is the only option I've got.

Lee Ho-yeon kept repeating that to himself. Because the moment he said this out loud, he felt like he'd have to give up on being human. It was a thought so vile that even the last pitiful scrap of his conscience sat up in alarm and started jabbing him.

"...Hahh. I'm gonna come."

Baek A-young, still in the dark, was servicing his cock with complete devotion, and he'd reached the point where he could barely hold it in. Even after he said he was coming, she didn't stop sucking. The moment she felt the shaft twitch with the start of his orgasm, she pushed it down her own throat.

Pulse after pulse. She swallowed. And swallowed again.

"Slurp... suck..."

Thanks to Baek A-young's blowjob—sucking like she meant to drain every last drop—Lee Ho-yeon came so hard it was genuinely relieving. She pulled his cock from her mouth and looked up at him, waiting for the next command.

Looking down at her, Lee Ho-yeon slowly opened his mouth.

"...Darling."

"Yes, darling."

"...?"

The words that came out of Lee Ho-yeon's mouth were so extreme that even Baek A-young's thoughts short-circuited for a moment. She furrowed her brow slightly, trying to process what he'd just said.

"Uh. Uh..."

A moment later, she forgot she was even acting. She just blinked at him with her mouth hanging open. Seeing that reaction, Lee Ho-yeon squeezed his eyes shut.

I am genuinely a piece of shit.

A husband asking his wife to regenerate her hymen because he wanted to take her virginity again. What kind of husband did that?

Then again, there's probably at least one guy like that out there.

But the self-reproach didn't last. Lee Ho-yeon quickly composed himself. The world was a big place, and it was full of lunatics. Out of several billion men, there was no way he was the only one. Thinking about it that way, a surge of confidence welled up in his chest. At least he was more capable than that hypothetical bastard. He had every right to ask.

"You can do it, right?"

He could have said it more kindly, but Lee Ho-yeon held back ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠any softness in his tone. That was part of the play too.

"......I'll try."

He'd said it casually, but it wasn't an idle request. Baek A-young's healing power wasn't just the force of a Healing Magic circle. Combined with her mana attribute, her Healing Magic had gone beyond mere "healing." It was closer to "regeneration" or "restoration." And her power had already reached a high enough level. If she poured enough mana into it... they might end up with a combination where her body was fully developed, but her pussy was still a virgin's. Then they could have the perfect rape play.

Meanwhile, Baek A-young felt like her head was spinning.

Why would he even...?

Regenerate her hymen. She'd never done anything like that in her life, and she'd certainly never been asked. If anyone else had said that to her, she would have thrown them out on the spot and made it public so they could never show their face again. But the person who'd said it was Lee Ho-yeon.

My beloved darling.

If darling said it, there had to be a reason, right? With her Affection already past 100, Baek A-young tried her hardest to understand, simply because it involved Lee Ho-yeon.

As she sat there blinking, still turning it over, Lee Ho-yeon stroked the hair of a woman who still hadn't recovered from the shock. Her wandering gaze found his face.

Still confused, just as he'd thought. Lee Ho-yeon put on the sweetest smile he could manage and met her eyes.

Hearing those words, Baek A-young stopped thinking. If darling needed it, she had to act. That was just how it was. The reason didn't matter. Whether it was sexual pleasure or a dominant urge to take her virginity all over again—none of it mattered.

"...I'll do it. Right now."

The same thrill she'd felt the first time she saw Lee Ho-yeon surged up in her chest again. The memory of being brutally raped in a dungeon—despite carrying the epithet of Saint—overlapped with the present, and she had to calm her face, burning with arousal. This was the man she loved. The only one like him in the world. Baek A-young remembered all over again why she'd fallen for Lee Ho-yeon. A man who put his own pleasure above a woman's well-being—a man who fit her tastes perfectly.

There's nothing wrong with this.

Why had those words even given her pause? That was the essence of the man she loved more than anyone, and loving that about him was her own nature. The true self she'd buried behind words like "darling" and "husband" was starting to wake up, and Baek A-young's heart pounded again with anticipation for what was coming.