Taming Cha Eunju (2)
By the time I finished my workout with Choi Marie and was heading home, a reply from Cha Eunju had already arrived in my Cocoatalk messages.
…She's genuinely adorable.
Reading it while picturing Cha Eunju's face, I nearly got hard right there in the middle of the street. Of course, the real-life Cha Eunju would never say these things in front of another person.
Then again, could I actually make her do it while she was hypnotized? The image of her doing something so embarrassing against her will, flushed red the whole time, was admittedly rather appealing.
Anyway, the fact that she'd replied meant she was awake, which made the odds of her showing up late again today pretty slim.
Cha Eunju was, after all, the sort of person who hated being a burden to others. Her being late two days in a row was simply unthinkable.
If anything, I might be running slightly late. My morning workout with Choi Marie had dragged on longer than expected.
Even if I head home, shower, and leave straight away, it's going to be tight.
The problem was that Choi Marie, once she learned I'd passed the written exam, got completely carried away — insisting that I needed to build up more stamina for the practical test, no matter what it took.
Granted, part of the blame was mine for failing to cut things off and matching her energy right up to the end.
But what was I supposed to do? When she was "helping me stretch" and casually grinding her chest against my back, maintaining any semblance of rational judgment was flat-out impossible.
Ever since we'd gotten closer, this unconscious physical contact had become a bad habit of Marie's. Between girls it was a nice show, so I didn't particularly mind — but I'd have to teach her not to do it around other men.
Come to think of it, showing up just like this wouldn't actually be a bad thing.
My body carried a faint sheen of sweat, but sweat was only natural when you were at the Training Grounds to train. After all, yesterday and the day before, we'd been soaked in each other's sweat while clinging to one another — nothing about it would feel out of place.
And Cha Eunju was now in the thick of her hypnotic conditioning. Using this chance to get her thoroughly accustomed to my scent wasn't a bad idea either.
If I stop by home first, I'm basically guaranteed to be late anyway.
Yesterday I'd used my tardiness as an excuse to grope her chest to my heart's content — but if I was the one who turned up late today, my entire pretext for training her would evaporate.
With that settled, I turned my steps not toward home, but toward the Training Grounds.
"Hey, Cha Eunju."
"Ah, Seonho…!"
I arrived at the entrance of the Training Grounds building with about ten minutes to spare, and Cha Eunju was already waiting for me.
Unlike yesterday or the day before, her normally tangled hair was somewhat tidied up. She must have woken up early and put real effort into fixing it. Her clothes, admittedly, were still the same shabby black tracksuit.
"Sorry, were you waiting long?"
"N-no, not at all! There's still ten whole minutes before we were supposed to meet…"
"Still, I made you wait. Your hair looks nice today, by the way."
"Uh, uhm?! Oh… r-really…?"
"Yeah. It looks neater than usual — it suits you. And the hairpin's cute."
"I-it is…?"
Cha Eunju blushed, wearing a peculiarly delighted expression at having the very thing she'd fussed over actually noticed.
Based on this alone, it seemed certain that she'd built up a decent amount of romantic interest in me.
Not that anyone could stay emotionally indifferent after being confessed to in a tight embrace and then having their chest groped.
Half out of a desire to run my hand through that freshly washed, glossy hair, my right hand drifted out almost absentmindedly — and Cha Eunju, with the most natural air in the world, pushed the crown of her head right into my outstretched palm.
Shff.
"You smell nice. What shampoo do you use?"
"W-well…? I-I just use whatever we have at home…"
"Ah, sorry. I just worked out, so I touched you with sweaty hands."
"No, it's fine… i-it's not like we won't be touching during training anyway…"
"Really? Then can I touch a bit more?"
"…I-if it's just a little…"
She was still visibly embarrassed, yet she didn't refuse my petting — if anything, she seemed to enjoy it.
The thought that two days of conditioning were proceeding smoothly made the thing in my lower half stir with anticipation. Yesterday had only gone as far as my hand grazing her chest. I found myself wondering how far I could push things today.
"Let's start with training. When we're done, we'll grab something to eat together."
"O-okay…"
Hiding my lecherous thoughts behind an easy smile, I led Cha Eunju into the Training Grounds.
While making sure — naturally — to pay for the training myself, so that her guilt would keep piling up.
"Let's call today's training here. Five orcs is plenty — no need to push it any further."
"O-okay…. T-that's enough for today…"
"We've got time left, so let's do your hypnotherapy now too. Come over here, Eunju."
"Ahh, u-um…. Okay…?"
It had already been three days since Cha Eunju and I started hunting holographic monsters together at the Training Grounds.
These days I announced, without a shred of hesitation, that I'd be hypnotizing her after training — as though the routine were simply something that had to be done.
That was precisely the point: by normalizing each individual action, even if she later sensed something was off, she'd find it impossible to actually say so. When a timid girl like Cha Eunju heard "We've been doing fine until now, and you're bringing it up only now?", she'd never manage a logical rebuttal.
This approach wouldn't work on most heroines, but against Cha Eunju, it was devastatingly effective.
If her meek personality let me train her that much faster, then I had zero qualms about exploiting it.
"Alright, I'm putting you under."
"O-okay…"
Knowing full well what was about to happen to her, yet unable to refuse — instead, she presented her head to me all the more willingly.
Resting my hand on top of it, I began today's conditioning session as well.
Suggestion: Hypnosis — Target: Cha Eunju
Squeeze.
"…Mmh, mmph…"
I didn't even bother asking whether she was under anymore. That step was unnecessary — by now, Cha Eunju would act out "being hypnotized" as a matter of course.
Slack.
"Mm… mmh…"
I pulled her small body into an embrace, savoring the soft press of certain decidedly-not-small parts of her against me.
Kneaaad!
"Nnhh, haah…?!"
Today, too, I "accidentally" let my hands slip downward and squeezed her ass with everything I had.
Grope, grope…
"Hnngh…!! Hik…"
Haah, this is driving me insane. I want to strip those track pants off her right now and bury myself inside her.
Even if it was all for the sake of a flawless conditioning job, three straight days of this maddening half-measure skinship was enough to wear anyone's patience thin.
That enormous chest, that soft, plump rear — standing in front of a body practically engineered for sex, holding back was no small feat.
And it was all the harder knowing that, if I truly wanted to, I could push her down and take her at any moment.
But all I'd get that way is Cha Eunju's body.
Some people might say that was more than enough. I disagreed.
Cha Eunju was a heroine of Surviving the Hunter Academy. Her abilities were an unqualified asset — as long as you kept her at your side.
I could understand keeping a villain extra around for a casual fuck or two before discarding her, but Cha Eunju was never going to be conditioned that way. I had to forge a bond with her strong enough that she would never, ever turn — even if the original protagonist came gunning for her.
And besides, on a purely personal level, I actually liked her. I didn't want to treat her carelessly.
Sliiide.
"Hoo, hoooh…"
As the ass-groping embrace ended and she slipped free of my arms, a small, faintly relieved sigh escaped Cha Eunju's lips.
She was carefully letting out the excitement that had built up while she'd been pressed against me.
The fact that letting herself be held in silence, and having her ass groped under the guise of an accident, had both become things she "could just let slide" meant the conditioning was proceeding remarkably well.
Of course, given how far Cha Eunju and I had gone yesterday, stopping here was out of the question. If we'd advanced as far as my hand on her chest, then today had to go at least one step beyond.
Slowly, one deliberate step at a time — that was the safest way to train Cha Eunju.
"Eunju."
"…Y-yeah."
"Yesterday, while you were hypnotized, when I touched your chest — how did it feel?"
"H-how it felt…?"
"Yeah. I'd like you to tell me honestly. No lying."
Not that she could lie even if she wanted to, in her hypnotized state.
Her answer was essentially predetermined anyway. Every experience under hypnosis registers to the target as something they chose to do of their own will.
"I… I didn't dislike it…"
"Not disliking it means you liked it, then?"
"…I liked it, a little."
"…I see?"
…Nod.
With a trembling voice, Cha Eunju gave the smallest, most careful nod.
Watching this timid girl cough up her honest feelings, forced out by the hypnosis, was so unbearably erotic that my cock twitched against the inside of my pants again and again.
"Cha Eunju."
"…Yeah."
"This is only if — really, only if — you genuinely don't mind."
"…"
"If it truly felt good for you too, when I touched your chest yesterday."
"…"
"Then today, too… would it be okay if I touched you?"
To the Cha Eunju of yesterday, that permission had probably been a strictly one-time affair.
She'd likely intended it as a single act of contrition for making me wait two hours — one moment of forgiveness, and nothing more.
But with Suggestion: Hypnosis in play, her original intentions hardly mattered. Her chest was, for all practical purposes, already mine.
"Answer me, Eunju. If you truly hated being touched by me, I won't do it today."
"…"
"But if it felt good when I touched you, then let me touch you again today. You don't actually find it unpleasant, do you?"
"…"
Nod.
Her head moved up and down — heavily, but with unmistakable intent.
This answer, above all else, was the response I kept wanting to draw out of her.
If I simply reached for her chest and asked, "I touched you yesterday, so today's fine too, right?" it would be nothing more than straightforward sexual harassment.
Cha Eunju needed to clearly recognize two things: that being touched genuinely made her feel good, and that she herself was granting permission for it — because it felt good.
Only then would she believe, even after the hypnosis wore off, that she'd let me touch her chest because she'd wanted it. Only then would being touched by me under hypnosis become simply the way things were.
"Thank you, Eunju."
"…"
"Then, I'm going to touch you now. Stay still like a good girl — no running away."
Slack.
"Mmph, hnn…"
The moment both my hands made contact with that enormous chest, Cha Eunju jolted in flustered surprise — but she showed not the slightest sign of resisting or bolting.
Part of it was the hypnosis, sure. But more important than that was the fact that her own will was now in the equation.
Slack, slack.
"Hnngh, hah…! Hooo…!"
Slack, slack, slack.
"Haaaah, nngh, haah…!! Nnnh, hyaah…"
Cha Eunju stood rigid as a board, utterly incapable even of thinking about running — and I took my time savoring that soft chest of hers with both hands.
Never forgetting, of course, to make the experience a pleasant one for her, so that one day Cha Eunju would look forward to having her chest touched by me — genuinely, wholeheartedly, and of her own accord.