Chapter 71
Chapter 71
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 71
Chapter Title: Tickle Torture Incontinence Play
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“Ugh... ugh...”
Han So-young's eyes slowly fluttered open. She had passed out.
Her face was a mess, streaked with sweat, saliva, and tears.
Normally—no, even on this uninhabited island—she had always paid some attention to her appearance.
But right now, she had no spare energy for that.
“W-what... what is this?”
Her body was completely bound.
'I... I can't move at all...'
Her arms were tied above her head, fully exposing her armpits and sides.
Her underbust, waist, knees, and ankles were wrapped tight with rope, securing her firmly.
This obsessive binding allowed not even the slightest movement.
And the worst part was her feet and toes.
They were tied with such meticulous care that each individual toe was bound in place, not even allowing a twitch.
“Ugh, no... I hate this...”
Her clothes had been stripped off, leaving her breasts and pussy fully exposed.
Being tied up so tightly like this...
Even the toughest woman would feel fear.
“Awake now?”
Especially when the man with her was clearly eager for revenge.
“W-what is this? This is too much.”
“Too much? We haven't even started yet.”
Han So-young flinched!
Her expression hardened as she recalled the tickle torture that had driven her to unconsciousness.
'Ugh... if he does that again, I'll really go insane...'
And now, she was bound in a way that prevented any resistance.
They were locked in this room for a week.
What Jin-woo would do during that time was obvious.
Her securely bound feet were already making her anxious beyond endurance.
“Ugh! Y-you think you're okay? I don't care, but you'll starve to death trapped in here, Sunbae.”
“Doubt it.”
Jin-woo chewed on jerky right in front of her eyes.
Han So-young's eyes widened.
Saliva pooled in her mouth involuntarily.
She hadn't had a proper meal since arriving on the island.
“W-where did you get that...?”
“Hunting animals on an uninhabited island isn't weird, right?”
Separate from her hunger, her face grew paler by the second.
That relaxed demeanor meant he could last plenty long.
Her only weapon—the inescapable room—had backfired.
No, it had shattered even the faint hope of escaping if she found an opening.
“Ugh... please. Don't do this...”
She pleaded with teary eyes, but Jin-woo ignored her.
He extended his fingers and lightly scraped her defenseless armpit.
“Eek!”
Just that sent chills racing across her entire body.
Tension made sweat bead on her skin.
Last time, she could at least curl up or resist a little.
Now, even that was forbidden.
“If you want to drop the protect, just say so. Nah, don't. I'm honestly curious how long you'll last.”
Drop the protect?
That was as good as saying 'die.'
But if she didn't, only torture awaited.
She had no choices to begin with.
“Ah... I-I'll do anything... just please spare me that...”
“Your tongue's still wagging, so you can take more?”
“W-wait... wait! Wait! Kyahaha!”
Jin-woo started tickling her armpits with both hands.
It wasn't simple tickling.
She had vaguely sensed it before.
He was precisely, obsessively targeting her most sensitive spots.
“Ahahaha! Stop! Stop it!”
She wildly shook her only free part—her head.
But it didn't even hinder him slightly.
“Ahahaha! No! Stop! Ugh! This is seriously torture! I can't take it! Ehehehe!”
She never imagined immobility could be this agonizing.
Han So-young burst into uncontrollable laughter while fighting the maddening sensation.
If she laughed until exhaustion set in, it would feel even worse.
She resented the laughter exploding beyond her will.
“Ehehehehe! Stop! Please stop!”
“Shut up. Want the gag again?”
“Eek! Mmph! Kek... ehehe... ahahaha!”
She tried desperately to stifle her laughter at his threat, but it was impossible.
Just like she couldn't hold back urine forever.
She couldn't control her physiological reactions.
“Ehehehe! Just a bit! Ugh... just a short break... ahaha!”
He poked the deep hollows unique to armpits.
Rubbed furiously with his fingers.
If she focused on enduring her armpits,
he'd switch to ravaging her sides.
His varied attacks left her mind in chaos.
“I-I'm going crazy! Crazy!”
“Don't whine over this little thing.”
“I mean it! I can't handle this! Ahahaha!”
After tickling her armpits for a while, Jin-woo's hands finally stopped.
Only then could Han So-young catch her breath.
'M-my body's soaked...'
She was the type to sweat easily anyway.
Her pale skin was drenched, and clear saliva dripped from her mouth.
“Haa, haa...”
The reality of not even being allowed to squirm in rebellion tormented her further.
But as he said, this was just the beginning.
“Haven't even touched you there yet, but your soles are twitching like crazy.”
“Ugh...”
Jin-woo lightly stroked the sole of her foot.
She used to think nothing of it.
She never imagined her exposed feet could feel this terrifying.
“P-please spare my feet...”
“Why should I?”
“Eek! Hic! Ahk!”
Tap, tap, tap.
Jin-woo's fingers prodded her sole.
Was it because her body was hyper-aware of the tickling?
Even that was unbearable stimulation, tormenting her.
“Ehehehehe! No! Nooo! Stop! Stop it! Ahahaha!”
Jin-woo tickled her soles furiously.
No, it was more like scraping.
The relentless stimulation danced across her nerves.
Touching the sensitive dips was pure agony.
“Kyaha! Please! At least loosen the ropes! Let me wiggle a little!”
The worst was her completely deprived feet.
Not even a single toe could twitch.
That helplessness drove her madder.
“Please! Please! Let me move just a bit! Ahak! Let me cover my soles! Ahahaha!”
Han So-young begged through tears.
She couldn't tell if it was pain, overstimulation, or pure reflex.
“Ugh! Hak!”
Finally, his hands stopped, and her head lolled forward.
Her tormented soles throbbed with hot warmth, twitching.
“Hmm, since it's a rare chance, maybe test some tools instead of hands...”
Right after Jin-woo muttered that oddly.
Suddenly, objects poured from thin air.
Brushes, a scrubbing brush, toothbrush, feathers, even a vibrator.
“Ah... uwa...”
She couldn't even question how.
All she could think of was the coming pain from those tools.
Jin-woo held them up before her eyes.
“Which one should I use?”
“U... au...”
Any choice was hell.
Her eyes shook with anxiety, unable to pick.
“Don't care? Then all of them.”
“Eek! W-wait! F-feather! Use the feather!”
Han So-young shouted desperately.
It looked the thinnest, at least.
No, she didn't have time to nitpick in panic.
“W-wait! Why cover my eyes?”
Jin-woo blindfolded her.
Darkness doubled her anxiety.
“Eek! N-no! Ahahaha! Ehehehehe!”
The feather began tickling her sensitive spots.
It felt entirely different from fingers—soft.
Like each nerve was being plucked individually.
'What is this!? I had no idea...!'
And Jin-woo didn't stick to one spot.
Neck, ears, navel, behind the knees, thighs, kneecaps.
He targeted even places she never imagined could be tickled.
In the dark, it was pure torment.
“Hak! Ehehehe! S-stop there! Haaaa!”
Han So-young didn't know,
but Jin-woo was seasoned from sessions with Hilde and Team Leader Shin Seom-hwa.
He could make a woman weep with just a feather.
“Ahahaha! Stop! Stoooop! No more with that! T-take off the blindfold! Ehehehehe!”
It didn't take long for pleas to spill from her lips.
Her muscles trembled violently.
Sweat glands seemed broken, gushing fluids.
“Hik... hak...!”
After an eternity of torment, the feather withdrew.
But immediately, she heard him pick up another tool.
“W-wait... you said pick one!”
“Never said that.”
“N-no fair! Untie me! Untie—kyahaha!”
This time, the scrubbing brush.
Its rough bristles scraped her sweat-slick soles.
A harsh contrast to before.
The nonstop assault broke her completely.
“Ahahaha! I'm dying... really gonna die, please...! Ahahaha!”
Han So-young wished she'd faint.
But Jin-woo's precise touch denied even that.
Just as consciousness slipped, he'd stop like a ghost.
'M-my head's really going weird...'
Scraping soles brought burning heat.
And it didn't end there.
Now a soft brush on the soles.
Toothbrush focused on narrow crevices.
“Kyahaha! Hik! Hak...! Hak...!”
How long did she endure without resisting?
Finally, Han So-young incontinence squirted again.
Her untouched pussy twitched, spraying clear fluid.
Though her body was already drenched everywhere.
“What a bedwetter. Same as last time.”
“He... ehi...”
Even at his mocking words, Han So-young barely responded.
Only then did Jin-woo remove the blindfold.
“Hmm, eyes rolled back.”
Half-white eyes, unfocused daze.
Lolling head, protruding cherry tongue.
It resembled a woman pushed to orgasmic limit.
“Hey, wake up. You're not fully out.”
Jin-woo pinched and pulled her cheeks.
The stimulus snapped her back slightly.
“Ugh... pleash... led me resht... leav me alone...”
Her voice barely audible, drained of strength.
“Want a break?”
Nod, nod.
She moved her head weakly.
Watching, Jin-woo pulled something from his Inventory.
It was a white pill.
“Want rest? Swallow this.”
“Hik! W-what... what is that...?”
What new torment now?
Her body shook like a leaf.
“Shut up and open wide? Or taste every tool again?”
Han So-young made a teary face.
She had no choice anyway.
Her mouth opened, red tongue extended fully.