Spank Bank Material (1)
I hadn't expected that if I told her to be honest with me, she'd come right out and say, "I couldn't focus because your dick was distracting me."
I'd been expecting something along the lines of our bodies being pressed too close together and it being embarrassing. Truthfully, I'd been rubbing my lower half against her as much as possible precisely because I wanted that kind of reaction.
But who would have imagined she'd be this direct? Sure, she had a bold personality, but nobody could have predicted she'd phrase it quite so bluntly.
Well, thanks to that, I get to skip the long detour I was planning. So I'm not complaining.
Because Han Sora had come out and told me herself that my cock was bothering her, the training program I'd originally scheduled to begin a week or two from now could start immediately. Since she had openly named the problem, demonstrating the solution right in front of her didn't contradict the logic of the situation in the slightest.
And so, with those thoughts in mind, there I stood in front of Han Sora — still under the effect of Suggestion: Hypnosis — shamelessly pulling my cock out into the open.
To any casual observer, it was behavior that would have looked completely insane, but I did my best to act perfectly composed. If I moved like a man with something to hide, Sora would sense that something was off, so no matter how awkward it felt, I had to carry myself with confidence.
While the Suggestion: Hypnosis is active, I have to make the absurd feel as natural as breathing.
As I'd explained before, Suggestion: Hypnosis is a special kind of suggestion — it tilts the target's emotions about everything I command or do in a positive direction.
In other words, even the sight of me pulling out my cock and stroking it right in front of her would be accepted without question, as long as I gave her even the flimsiest of reasons.
Of course, once the hypnosis wore off, she might look back on this and find it a little strange, objectively speaking. Honestly, what I was doing in front of Han Sora right now was not normal behavior by any standard.
But if it's Sora, it'll stop at the level of vague suspicion, no matter what.
That was Sora's defining trait: when faced with something dubious, she trusted her own firsthand experience over anyone else's opinion.
Considering the mountain of trust I'd built up with her over the months, even if my actions struck her as somewhat odd, she'd rationalize her way to understanding and move on.
Besides, there was no precedent anywhere in the world to compare this against. What other woman on earth has ever watched "a man whipping out his dick and jerking off in front of a hypnotized girl"? She had nothing to measure it by but herself.
"I'll take care of it as fast as I can. Guys calm down once they've blown a load, that's just how it works."
"…N-no, you don't have to. I'm, I'm hypnotized anyway, so you, um… you really don't need to go that far for my sake…."
"You're the one who said it was bothering you, Sora. What else am I supposed to do? This is training we've both worked hard for, and I want to help you do it properly."
"……."
"Just give me a minute. I'll be as quick as I can."
"O-okay. I, I won't mind, so go ahead."
And yet even as she said it, Han Sora's eyes stayed locked on the cock my right hand was working, unable to suppress her curiosity.
Confirming that her gaze had come to a definite stop on my member, I began my performance — masturbating in front of her, right then and there.
…So that she would feel the full weight of guilt for having said something unnecessary and dragged us both into this situation.
"Hooo… hah, hooo…."
"……."
A boy masturbating. I've never seen that before.
Not that there ever would have been an opportunity, honestly. I've never even had a boyfriend, and even if I had, watching your boyfriend jerk off would be… kind of weird, wouldn't it?
I mean, Seonho and I aren't exactly lovers either. But this is just a situation we can't help.
…Can I really call it that, though? A situation we can't help?
The reason itself, I understand perfectly. According to Seonho, the plan was to take the edge off — to ejaculate once and bring the size down.
And masturbation being the fastest way to do that, I get that too.
If I'm being picky, the only thing I don't get is why he's doing it right in front of me… but that's probably just because Seonho trusts so completely that I'm hypnotized.
…But if this keeps up, it really is just going to get harder and harder to tell him. I was planning to confess the truth someday — that I've only been pretending to be hypnotized — once we started dating, but if I see something this embarrassing, I'll never be able to say it. Ever.
Han Sora, you absolute idiot…. This is why you don't open your mouth. Honestly….
That was exactly why watching Seonho struggle away in front of me, cock in hand, kept twisting this guilt tighter and tighter in my chest.
If I'd just kept my mouth shut, he'd never have had to go through this.
"Hhh… hahh… hoo, hooo…."
…He's really struggling, isn't he?
Well, of course he is. We just spent two hours running drills together, and even I — a Physical Enhancement Type — was getting a little worn out. A Mental Type like Seonho must be dying.
And on top of that exhaustion, because of what I'd said, he'd been forced to start masturbating on the spot… So no wonder the apology kept welling up in me, unbidden.
That's not why I said it. It really wasn't.
I just… I just wanted to let him know that I see him as a man, that's all.
Watching Seonho suffer because of my words — that's the last thing I wanted to see.
I want to help him somehow. Even if I'm only pretending to be hypnotized, I want to give him even the smallest bit of relief.
…Even if the method I'm considering is, well, a little bit of a stretch.
"I'll take care of it as fast as I can. Guys calm down once they've blown a load."
Come to think of it, he did say he'd take care of it "as fast as I can."
Then… wouldn't it go even faster if someone helped him?
Come to think of it, the boys say masturbating is a struggle without spank bank material….
But right now, Seonho isn't using anything at all. Anyone can see he's just pumping away at empty air.
Maybe he's taking so long precisely because he has nothing to look at. Honestly, I don't really know how guys' masturbation works, but it's not like I've never overheard anything about it.
Well, if I'm splitting hairs, he is aiming his gaze in my direction instead of at any material. Surely he doesn't mean… that he's using me as his spank bank material….
…Wait. Hold on.
Don't tell me he actually…? No, no way. He's just happening to look my way, that's all. Surely.
There'd be no reason to use me for that anyway. It's not like I have a body like Eunju or Isabel — if anything, I'm practically the exact opposite of those two.
Him looking at me is just coincidence, and it probably doesn't mean anything….
"Hoo… hah… S-Sora… hooo… hooo…."
…He just said my name. He did, right?
Which means… in other words, he's masturbating while thinking about me.
He really was using me as his spank bank material…? Seriously…?
This is… such a weird feeling….
Just imagining being some boy's spank bank material should be gross, I would have thought.
But now that it's actually happening, it feels completely different from what I imagined.
It's embarrassing, but also… a little bit thrilling. After all, the fact that Seonho is using me as his material is proof that he sees me as a woman.
…Right. There's no way Lee Seonho feels nothing for me. Honestly, apart from my chest being on the small side, I don't lose to anyone in the looks department.
"Haah… Sora… hoo, hoooo…."
"……."
…I really should help him, shouldn't I.
I don't know how a guy's masturbation works, so I can't touch him myself, but at the very least, even the current me can serve as "spank bank material."
He just called my name again, and while I'm playing at being hypnotized, testing the waters a little doesn't seem like a bad idea.
"Yes, Seonho?"
"…Huh? Wha—?"
"You just called me. Why?"
"N-nothing! That was just, uh, talking to myself…."
"Is there anything I can help with? If you need something, just say it anytime. I'm hypnotized anyway."
"……."
After an opening like that, even Seonho should be willing to be a little honest with his desires, right?
Honestly, he's already at the point of calling my name while he does it — the fact that he's held back this long is the weird part. His crush is hypnotized and hanging on his every word, and he's still just dutifully doing his training? Does that even add up?
B-besides, I could show him a little something too. I've already seen Seonho fully naked, after all — fair is fair, so maybe it's only right that I return the favor.
"You really… wouldn't mind anything?"
"……Yeah. A-any request is fine."
"…Then could I maybe touch it— no. Never mind. That would be… going a bit too far…."
"……."
"C-could you show me your chest, Sora? If I can look at your chest while I do it, I think I'll finish a little faster."
He could have just said he wanted to touch me. God, he is such a coward.
Well, I suppose that took every ounce of courage he had, in his own way. Coming from a boy that shy, hearing the words "I want to see your chest" is honestly kind of impressive.
Wanting to use these nothing-special breasts as spank bank material is a little strange too, though.
But that must just be how much he likes me. They say when you love someone, you come to love every part of their body.
If Seonho likes me enough to use me as his material, that means he loves these small breasts of mine too. Which is… actually kind of something to be happy about.
…I do feel a little guilty, like I'm the one exploiting him while faking hypnosis, but he hides his feelings so much the rest of the time that it can't be helped.
"…W-would showing you just my chest be enough?"
"……."
"…S-Seonho?"
"Ah, yeah…. Just, just the chest should be enough, yeah…."
…Phew. Th-thank god.
If he'd asked to see me completely naked right then, I might actually have panicked.
We're not even dating yet, after all. Showing him everything would be… a lot. …Not that I'm one to talk, given that I saw him fully naked entirely by accident.
No matter how mutual our feelings are, the really dirty stuff should… yeah. It should start after we're dating. Definitely.
Ziiiip.
"……."
Struggling to hide my nerves, I slowly pulled the zipper of my training top down.
As naturally as I could — as if I really were hypnotized, undressing at Seonho's command.
The zipper of my sleeveless Archery Department training vest slid down, and it slipped quietly to the floor.
Shhhff. Drop.
"……."
…Honestly, even by my own assessment, these are nothing to look at.
But Seonho said he wanted to see them. He said he needed them for his material.
And it would be selfish of me to just stand here doing nothing while Seonho masturbates in front of me. Even if I'm embarrassed, I have to bear it.
Calling to mind once more how embarrassed he'd been when I saw him naked — more embarrassed than I was right now — I carefully reached behind my back and unhooked my bra.
Shhh.
"…Ah."
Drop.
My nerves got the better of me the instant the hook came undone, and my bra slipped down to the floor with an almost anticlimactic ease.
And in the same moment, my modest chest bared itself to Seonho for the very first time.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
…I'm… I'm really showing Seonho my chest right now.