Evasion Archery Training (2)
A swarm of goblin archers loosed arrows out of nowhere, and my body had no choice but to move violently in response.
We were already pressed flush together, so naturally, Han Sora's body and mine had no choice but to rub against each other through all that "natural friction."
-Fweeee!
"Sora, next one's at eleven o'clock relative to your body! I'll call the shots, so just fire straight ahead!"
"Hah, o-okay…!"
-Piiiiiing!!
'Geez….'
"This is the last one! Before you shoot, roll half a turn to the left!"
"R-roger…!"
With my arms wrapped around her from front and back, we were hopping this way and rolling that way. Put a man and a woman through this kind of thing, and no matter how innocent anyone's intentions might be, the training practically forces lewd thoughts into your head.
And in Han Sora's case, I'd been deliberately steering her mind in that direction for a while now.
Showcasing my naked body at my place, falling asleep in the same bed, groping her chest and pinching her nipples under the pretense of sleep-habits — every bit of it had been calculated to make her thoughts drift into indecent territory at moments exactly like this one.
"Twelve o'clock! Fire straight ahead!"
"R-ready!"
-Piiiiiing!
The moment Han Sora took her stance at my command, I pinched the back of her hand to give the signal, and the final arrow released from her hand flew in a straight line toward the last goblin archer dead ahead.
The arrow punched through the forehead of the final hologram monster, and with that, the training session came to an end. Han Sora was still holding herself rigid, "pretending to be hypnotized," but I could feel the tension in her body slacken slightly the moment she felled the last one.
"That's it, Sora. It's over, so you can relax now."
"Mm… okay…."
Only after I told her she could ease up did she finally lower her arms and shift into a more comfortable resting posture.
Quietly praising her in my head for how obediently she followed even the most trivial of my words, I casually reached up and stroked her hair as if it were nothing.
"You did great. This was your first time doing evasion archery, and you dodged every single shot."
-Stroke, stroke.
"Ah, mm…?"
"Oh, sorry. That was automatic."
Her flustered little reaction to my sudden head-pat was adorable.
Running and rolling around with our bodies pressed together was something she'd already anticipated, so that was fine — but something like this couldn't be prepared for or braced against in advance.
"I-It's fine, I'm hypnotized anyway, so… you don't have to apologize."
"It's just a habit from when I train with Eunju. I'll be more careful next time."
"…Y-You could keep doing it, though? I'm, I'm hypnotized, so it doesn't really matter anyway?"
"Right. Got it."
I made sure not to forget the tactic of deliberately dropping another woman's name to stoke her jealousy. This way, sheer competitive spirit alone would keep her from refusing even the lightest skinship I initiated.
It did create the odd situation of a "hypnotized" subject talking back to her master like an entitled servant, but if anything, that hint of desperation only made her cuter.
"We only ran for about thirty minutes, but you've worked up quite a sweat. You okay there, Sora?"
"…Ah, yeah. I'm fine."
"Then let's just wipe off the sweat and start round two right away. Give me a second."
I pulled a handkerchief out of my bag and casually dabbed the sweat trailing down Han Sora's face, acting as if it was nothing special — after all, she was "hypnotized," so what would it matter?
Then, right in front of her, I openly brought that same handkerchief up to my own face and used it to wipe my sweat too. All in service of showing off that small, indirect form of physical contact.
"……."
She wasn't saying a word, but the way her lower lip squirmed subtly told me she was very much aware of it.
Draping the sweat-soaked handkerchief — damp with both our perspiration — over my bag to dry, I immediately began setting up round two.
"I'll bump the difficulty up just a little. Seven goblin archers. That okay?"
"…Yeah, that's fine."
"Get into position. This one starts right away too."
The moment I stepped behind Han Sora and pressed my body against hers, the forest backdrop materialized along with seven hologram monsters.
"Three on the left! Roll right, now!"
"G-got it…!"
Once again, our training began with arrows suddenly streaking in from the flanks, Han Sora and me rolling our bodies across the ground together.
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'Ggergh—!'
"Got it! Three more ahead of us!"
"Hah, hah, hah…."
…I can't focus.
No matter how I think about it, there's no way anyone could concentrate properly in this situation.
I'd been completely aware of how Seonho and I were pressed together front to back this whole time — focus flew out the window ages ago.
With Seonho's 'thing' brushing past between my cheeks this vividly, this constantly, how am I supposed to concentrate?
-Sweep.
"Hah, haaaah…."
Yeah, I know. It can't be helped.
Seonho might seem innocent, but he's a guy, after all. Pressed this close to a girl, of course he'd get worked up. It's only natural.
Every time we moved, our bodies ground against each other, and more than once his lower half ended up rubbing against my butt without him meaning to.
And after all that, ending up like this — well, I can more than understand that much.
…It's just that I'm the pervert here, reading all these weird meanings into everything.
'It's not like he's lost all interest in training even while he's hard….'
I'm glad he knows my body has at least some appeal as a woman, but watching him focus so single-mindedly on the training, so completely indifferent, does sting a little.
It'd be nice if he showed even a hint of embarrassment or awareness about being hard. Is he really so sure I'm hypnotized that it doesn't register to him at all?
Well, either way, I have to keep "pretending to be hypnotized." I can't exactly be the one to notice and pull my body away first.
"Han Sora, roll left!"
"O-okay!"
Once again I rolled across the ground in his arms, tucked against Seonho.
It felt like rolling around in some utterly indecent position, my cheeks pressed tight around Seonho's unmistakably erect… item.
"Hah, hah, haaah…."
"Get up quickly, Han Sora! Back on your feet and into position!"
'N-no. I really can't take this anymore.'
Hearing Seonho's words, I scrambled to rise and take my stance, but my body just wouldn't cooperate. Seonho, who'd been running and rolling around the Training Grounds with me, still looked perfectly fresh, so fatigue clearly wasn't the problem.
It was more like… the strength had drained right out of my legs, making it hard to stand. And my grip on the bow had gone weak too — I could barely hold it properly anymore.
"…Never mind. Get down again!"
"Huh, wha—?!"
-Thud!
"Hhyah—?!"
Just as I was struggling to my feet, Seonho suddenly grabbed me and yanked me back down to the ground.
A goblin archer's arrow whizzed past the spot where my head had just been, but that barely registered. Seonho's hand had landed square on my chest in the confusion, and I had zero mental bandwidth left to care about arrows.
"Shoot from prone first! One at eleven o'clock!"
-Sqeeeelch!
"Mnn, huh—?!"
"Han Sora, hurry! Why aren't you shooting—"
-Grope.
"Wha—?! S-sorry!"
He is way too slow to notice….
Okay, sure, this probably wouldn't have happened if I hadn't been squirming around, but still — groping someone's chest three times before it clicks? Isn't that a little too dense, even for him?
Then again, it was absolute chaos out there, and it's Seonho we're talking about, so I guess it tracks….
-Piiiiiing!
Critical damage registered. Terminating training.
"Ah…."
And just like that, the training was over, while Seonho and I both fidgeted around, not knowing what to do with ourselves.
Considering how efficiently we'd taken down four monsters early on with all that rolling, it was an absurdly anticlimactic ending.
I couldn't focus, so I failed to get up in time, which got me dragged back down, which got my chest groped by Seonho. That flustered him so badly he couldn't call out a single command.
Yes, it was true that Seonho's 'thing' kept brushing against my rear and breaking my concentration — but at the end of the day, that was my own fault for being so lewd about it.
…He set aside time out of his day to help me train, and here I am tripping him up at every turn. I can't help feeling a little guilty.
"Sorry, Sora! I-I didn't have a second to think, so I grabbed you by mistake…!"
"…I-It's fine. I'm, I'm hypnotized anyway, so even if you touch me, it's really no big deal."
"…Right, yeah. I'll, uh, bring this up again after the hypnosis training is over…."
I already know, and it's not like I mind, so he really doesn't need to.
That boy is honestly too innocent for his own good. No wonder he's always the one getting burned somewhere.
Something like this could just be quietly brushed aside like it never happened. Why does he insist on confessing his weaknesses to people?
…Though I suppose that's part of why I like him — because he's that kind of person. If Seonho weren't who he is, I probably wouldn't have fallen for him in the first place.
"By the way, Sora. There's something I want to ask you."
"…Yeah?"
"When I told you to get back up and take your stance a minute ago, you hesitated. Why was that?"
"……."
"Are you tired? Or was something making it hard to focus?"
…What do I do.
There absolutely was a reason I couldn't concentrate, but there's no way I can just say it out loud.
How am I supposed to tell him that I couldn't focus because his 'thing' kept touching my butt?
"Be honest with me, Sora. What made your strength give out?"
"…Honestly."
"Yeah, honestly. Even if it's an embarrassing answer, I won't bring it up again after the hypnosis wears off. I'll forget it right away too."
"……."
He says to be honest, but… is being honest really the right call here?
Telling him I lost focus because of his dick would be beyond weird. He'd be fully justified in writing me off as a genuine pervert.
But then again, I'm hypnotized right now, so wouldn't that make it okay…? Seonho might actually take it in stride. He brought up Cha Eunju earlier too — people say all kinds of things under hypnosis that they never would otherwise.
…And honestly, at this rate, he's never going to see me as a woman anyway.
Maybe if I let him know, even a little, that I'm a woman too… he might actually react to it.
"Th-that thing… k-kept distracting me, and I couldn't really focus."
"…What thing?"
"Th-the thing, you know…. Y-your, Seonho's… the thing in your pants…."
"Hm? You mean my smartphone?"
"…Not that…. Seonho's, y-your… c-cock… I mean."
"……Ah."
"I-it kept, like, touching me from behind every time we trained, and I-I couldn't concentrate because of it…."
W-what do I do. I actually said it.
Now that it's out, maybe I really shouldn't have said anything after all. He did tell me to be honest, but I don't think he wanted this level of honesty.
This went past honest straight into shameless territory.
Announcing to someone's face that you couldn't focus because their dick kept hitting your butt? There's no label for that other than pervert.
"……."
L-look at that. Even Lee Seonho is wearing this completely dumbfounded expression now.
Han Sora, you absolute idiot — this is why you should have known when to stop.
'I could have just said my heart was racing because he was pressed against me from behind, and that's why I lost focus.'
…Why does the better answer only occur to me after the words have already left my mouth?
It's over. It's all over. I know guys are supposed to like dirty talk, but there are limits.
And a guy like Lee Seonho might just start despising a girl who says things like this….
"Sorry about that, Sora. I wasn't paying enough attention."
…But then.
-Zzzzip.
"Could you wait just a moment? I'll take care of this as fast as I can."
…Why is Seonho, all of a sudden, pulling his cock out right in front of me?