The Night Before Enrollment (2)
Squish.
"Hh—nn…?!"
Han Sora let out a rather cute moan at the sudden sensation of a hand landing on her chest. She clearly hadn't expected me to bring my hand up over her breasts so abruptly — the short, startled yelp betrayed just how flustered she was.
Naive girl. If you were going to share a bed with a man, you should have been more careful.
With barely a hand-span of distance between us, she apparently never imagined something like this could happen.
Of course, I'd spent all evening steering her toward exactly that line of thinking, but even setting that aside, Han Sora's declaration that she would sleep in the same bed as a man was undeniably bold.
Which is precisely why I could now feign sleep-talk, wrap my arms around her, and knead her chest like this.
Squish.
"Nnh… ah, Lee Seonho…?"
Snore. Snore.
"Wh-what…. I-is he really asleep…?"
Asleep? Obviously not. Wide awake, in fact — to the point of being a little bored. I'd been lying here with my eyes open for nearly two hours since climbing into bed.
If I hadn't planted insomnia in myself through auto-suggestion, I might have actually dozed off midway. Lie in a quiet room like this with your eyes closed for two hours, and no matter how beautiful the girl beside you, sleep will claim you eventually.
But those two hours of effort hadn't been wasted — the single reward they bought was more than worth the time and patience invested.
Squish.
"Hh… hhnnnh…?!"
Rub.
"Hh… nnh…. Hyaah…."
Kneading Han Sora's petite chest bit by bit while drinking in her adorable moans, raw and unfiltered — that alone was supreme bliss.
And unlike with Cha Eunju or Kim Isabel, I wasn't even using Suggestion. The Han Sora of this moment was accepting my touch in a completely sober state.
Granted, she was half-dazed from being roused from sleep and thoroughly confused by the situation, so "fully lucid" might be a stretch — but at the very least, it meant I had no post-suggestion backlash to worry about.
Unlike Cha Eunju, whose training alternated between suggestion and no suggestion, the fact that I was training a girl who was sober from the very start carried its own weight.
That said, groping her too recklessly would be a mistake.
Every movement had to stay within the bounds of not arousing suspicion.
If I blatantly shoved my hand down her clothes or traced my fingers with deliberate, practiced precision, she'd inevitably realize I was awake.
Naturally, I couldn't get hard either, and I couldn't touch her too often. A light knead once every two or three minutes, or a slow pass of my palm — that was the full extent of the caress available to me….
Squish.
"Nnh… ahh…."
Rub.
"…! Hhnn…."
But honestly? That was plenty.
With only a single layer of cloth — far thinner than her daytime clothes — between her chest and my hand, it was more than enough to stimulate her.
In fact, touching her directly like this revealed she wasn't even wearing a bra up top, just her pajamas.
Few women sleep in an uncomfortable bra to begin with, but this was someone else's house, after all. Out of basic courtesy, you'd think she'd have kept at least her top undergarments on.
Knowing Han Sora's personality, she probably lay down out of pure habit without thinking.
If the thought of being in someone else's home had occurred to her before she changed into her pajamas, she'd have dressed properly underneath. Most likely she simply forgot.
Thanks to that, I could feel every detail with meticulous care — her peaks, modest compared to the other heroines', down to the tiny, adorably protruding nipples.
Her senses must be unusually sensitive, because the moans spilling out at my touch sounded rougher than the contact itself warranted.
"Haa… hh, hhnnn…."
And yet she couldn't bring herself to shove me away or force her body free of mine.
Presumably she felt too guilty about waking me from what looked like a deep sleep. Han Sora was, after all, the guest who had barged into my home unannounced today and become a burden.
Besides, if she pushed me off forcefully in this position, there was a decent chance my body would roll straight off the edge of the bed.
Could a girl who absolutely hated inconveniencing the friend who'd helped her through hard times really make such a decisive call?
That's purely my personal prediction, but I'd say impossible. And even if she ever truly reached her limit, with me as the person in question, she'd never resort to anything that violent.
Slide… slide….
"Hhnn… nnh…. Hhnnnn…."
So I'd just keep touching her slowly like this and tame her body first.
That way, when the Hypnosis Training came later, she'd accept the physical contact naturally.
Slide.
"Hh… hhnnn…."
What do I do about this…?
Should I wake Seonho? Or… or just keep enduring it like this?
If I just shoved him away, he'd probably fall off the bed. Uuugh, why is this even happening….
I had no idea Lee Seonho's sleeping habits were this bad….
It has to be his sleeping habits, at least. Seonho would never grope my chest while in his right mind.
But no matter how much of a sleep habit it is, I can't just let him keep touching me. I won't be able to fall back asleep like this.
Squish.
"N… nnh…."
…I don't know why, but when it's Seonho touching me, the feeling is… strange.
It's not like he's squeezing hard — he just cups me lightly once every two or three minutes, or slides his palm back and forth, that's all. So why does it make me feel this weird?
Slide….
"Nnh… nnhyaah…."
F-first, let's get his hand away. Before I start having strange thoughts.
The last thing I need is to actually climax on top of Seonho's bed. There's no way a chest alone could get me there, but still — just in case.
If that happened, it would stop being a mishap anyone could laugh off. Who on earth would believe "I came from the hand of a sleeping man"?
Slide.
"……."
I slipped my hand quietly in between his hand and my chest, blocking the way. If all I needed was to keep him from touching me, this much would be enough.
…If I'd known this would happen, I'd have slept in a bra. At home I never wear one to bed, so I didn't even think about it.
Grasp.
"……."
Still, thank goodness. This much solved it.
Thank goodness there was a solution that didn't require waking Seonho or shoving him off of me.
In exchange, it did turn into a slightly odd position — his hand now clasped around mine atop my chest — but holding hands in my sleep still beat sleeping while being groped.
…Honestly, I'm not sure I can fall right back asleep after being put through something like that, though.
Snore. Snore.
"……Hmph."
So he wakes everyone else up, but he himself is sleeping comfortably and alone, huh?
Really, there's no one else in the world like this guy.
Not that I can exactly blame him. I'm the one who brought up sharing the bed in the first place, insisting I wouldn't give it up.
Slide, slide.
'If I'd known he had sleeping habits like this, I'd have just said I'd sleep alone….'
He doesn't even have breasts, and yet he rubs his palm back and forth over the back of my hand — is he doing something in his dream?
Just as I was thinking that, carefully easing his leg off and shifting my body toward the edge of the bed, I heard my name leave his lips.
"…Sora."
"……Uh, yeah?"
…What? Don't tell me he was awake this whole time?
Or did he just wake up? Because I was trying to slip out by moving his leg?
If so, I do feel a little bad… but — no, wait. Even so, I can't just stay like this forever.
"…Fix your stance…. When I signal, loose…."
"……?"
"Today it's… goblin archers…. Five of them…."
…What? It was sleep-talking?
Wait, more than that — is he seriously training with me in his dreams right now?
Just how devoted is this guy to my training? I mean, he does seem genuinely diligent whenever we actually train, but still.
Pinch.
"When I signal…. Loose…."
Slide….
"…Good, well done…."
"……"
Right, I remember this.
Even during our usual Hypnosis Training, he'd give signals like this with a light pinch to the back of my hand. So he really is dreaming about training with me.
…Though I only just learned he's devoted enough to think of me even in his dreams.
"……"
I know I shouldn't be thinking like this.
There are already two friends around me who like Seonho, and honestly, what we have feels closer to friendship than anything romantic.
So yes, I know I shouldn't develop strange feelings for him….
"This time…. fire in… sequence…."
"……"
But when he shows me a side of himself like this, it really does make me hate the idea of giving up.
I already thought of him as a good man, someone I was constantly leaning on.
And when he shows me how sincerely he works like this, it just becomes harder and harder to let go.
I think I'm finally starting to understand — truly this time — why the girls around him keep trying to get entangled with him.
Maybe I too… fell for Seonho quite a while ago.
'As a man, he really does seem like the best one I've met so far.'
I'd been deliberately looking away because of Eunju and Isabel, but it seems I can't just keep going like this after all.
Even if it means things get awkward between us friends, I can't simply give up anymore. I've already learned far too much about every corner of who Seonho is.
Without meaning to, I've caught myself wishing that it isn't me staying by Seonho's side — but Seonho staying by mine, from now on.
'Sorry, girls.'
I know you're already in a silent war of nerves with each other, but I can't help it.
After all, if someone told you to give up Seonho and choose your friendship instead, honestly — you'd refuse too, wouldn't you?
So I've decided to stop minding the glances anymore.
Slide….
"……"
When you two tried to seduce him, you didn't hesitate to push your chests right up against him, so I'm allowed at least this much, right?
…Well, honestly, there's barely anything to work with here. Compared to yours, mine isn't just modest — it's downright humble.
'But Seonho doesn't seem like the type to choose a girlfriend over a single pair of breasts.'
So I'm not giving up or standing still either. You never know, do you? If Seonho comes to like me, maybe he'll end up liking even this small chest of mine.
If I make it an established fact first, his personality won't let him walk away without taking responsibility. Once we start dating, maybe there'll be a chance for me too.
Tastes are something you're supposed to shape around the person you love, after all.
Pinch.
"N… nnh…."
…Sleep-talk or not, even Cha Eunju and Kim Isabel probably haven't gotten this far with him.
Something like this alone would be enough to make Seonho feel responsible. I do feel a little guilty about exploiting his good heart so shamelessly, but if I don't do at least this much, a latecomer like me has almost no chance of winning.
"…Right, Sora…. Take your arrow again…."
Squeeze.
"Hh… hhnnn…."
Maybe it's because my heart has shifted a little toward him, but this feels even nicer than before….
I wonder what kind of face he'd make if I told him, to his own face, that he pinched my nipple in his sleep.
Would he go dead serious and tell me to stop talking nonsense? Or would he turn genuinely pale and start apologizing?
…Either way, the fact that he touched me won't change. If I had to choose, I hope he picks the second one.