Spank Bank Material (2)
Tap.
Han Sora's bra dropped limply to the floor—there was hardly anywhere on her chest for it to catch, after all. From within its fabric, her small, adorable breasts shyly revealed themselves.
"Haa, haa, haa, haa…."
The instant her chest was bared, Han Sora let out a somewhat ragged breath and averted her eyes from mine. After all our back-and-forth, her breasts had finally made their appearance—and they were cute, and they were pretty.
So pretty, in fact, that my cock, which I'd been holding back from cumming too quickly, surged with arousal in a single beat.
"Is, is this okay…?"
"Yeah. More than enough."
"…Oh. I, I see."
I answered the anxious girl with an unmistakably delighted expression. She was, after all, the smallest-chested among all the heroines I knew, so a certain lack of confidence was only natural for her.
Just letting her know that even her breasts were, to me, pretty and arousing was enough to loosen her up considerably. People naturally gain a fair bit of confidence when someone praises the very part of them they're insecure about.
"Whew… Ha, So, Sora…."
"……."
"Haa, you're so beautiful, Han Sora…. Your chest is so pretty and so fucking sexy it's driving me crazy, seriously…."
"…Th, thank you."
Spitting out praise that bordered on sexual harassment, I began stroking my cock faster and faster. From here on out, cumming as quickly as possible was critical. Only then would she truly believe that looking at her breasts had genuinely turned me on.
…It would also add to the excuse for the outright lewd things I'd have to do during the next training session.
"Haa, Sora, haa, nghhh…!"
Deliberately exaggerating my reactions, I stepped closer and closer to her, hand pumping all the while. Before I knew it, barely twenty centimeters separated us.
With each small shuffle forward, the pressure built rapidly in my cock—and then—
"Sora…!! Haa, nghhh…!!"
The moment my semen began to surge out, I tilted my hips slightly back and lifted my cock toward the open air. So that what left my body would land, unmistakably, on hers.
Splurt, splurt….
"Ah, ah…. Ahh, ugh…."
"Whew, hoo, whoooo…."
The instant my still-warm semen struck her chest and the vicinity of her stomach, Han Sora's expression turned flustered, her gaze scattering in confusion. At first, I deliberately pretended not to notice—staring down at the floor, letting out a long sigh like a man completely drained by the masturbation from moments ago.
"Whew. Thank you, Sora. I managed to finish quickly thanks to you."
"……U-uh. Yeah. Th-that's, um, good."
"Let's restart the training. First, get your clothes back on—"
"……."
"Uh… uh-oh…?"
Mid-conversation, I "noticed" it late—deliberately—and put on a flustered face at the sight of the semen running down over her breasts. Truthfully, I had aimed for her body from the very start. That was the only way the skinship would flow naturally even after I came.
"I-I'm sorry! I-I didn't mean to cum on you on purpose! J-just wait a second, Sora!"
"I-I'm fine, though…? I-I mean, I'm still under hypnosis, so it doesn't really b-bother me…."
Even for Han Sora, having my cum splattered across her chest apparently made the act of "pretending to be fine" quite difficult—she couldn't hide how flustered she was. My affection rating with her might have dipped a little just now, but that was no real problem.
What truly mattered wasn't marking her body with my fluids—it was the natural skinship that would unfold in the aftermath.
"I-I'm sorry. I'll wipe it off right away, so just bear with it for a moment."
"U-uungh…. I-I really am fine, though, uhn…."
Never forgetting to play the innocent flustered boy right up to the end, I pulled a handkerchief from my bag and wiped the semen from Han Sora's stomach and chest.
Squish.
"Hnn, uungh, hah…."
And in the process, I kneaded her small breasts bit by bit, sating a rather different appetite of my own.
Squish.
"U-ungh…."
Squish, squish.
"Uuungh, hah…. Nnnh, hah…."
…Seriously, you've been groping my chest forever now.
Everything that got on my body looks completely wiped off already, so why does he keep hovering that handkerchief around my chest?
Honestly, I can probably guess the reason. No matter how innocent Seonho is, a boy is still a boy, I suppose.
'If he'd just asked to touch me, I probably would've let him do at least that much….'
Maybe he doesn't have the courage to go that far. A little disappointing, but nothing I can do about it.
All I can do here is wait for him. It's not like Seonho truly brought his hands here with my chest as the goal, anyway.
He was probably just wiping me down, and a little desire welled up along the way—that's all. He's a boy, so I can understand it well enough.
Either way… it seems I'm unmistakably a woman in Seonho's eyes now.
Squish.
"Hnn, hah…!"
And the spot his fingers have been rubbing for a while now… feels strangely good.
Somehow it's completely different from when I touch it myself. When I explored out of curiosity on my own, it never felt this intense.
Is it because a man's touching me? Or is it because the one touching me is Seonho?
…He doesn't really look like a guy with much experience with women, though, so I doubt he knows something and is doing it on purpose.
Squeeze.
"Hnn, nnngh?!"
P-pinching my nipple out of nowhere with zero warning is seriously against the rules….
Not that I can say anything about it. After seeing what Seonho was like just moments ago, I can hardly back out of "playing hypnotized" now.
Holding back the moans threatening to burst out, suppressing them as much as I can—that's all I'm capable of. So I quietly let Seonho's hands wander over my chest under the pretense of wiping me down.
Siiilick.
"…All done, Sora."
"Ah, uhn…. Th-thanks…."
"You can get dressed again. My cock's calmed down enough thanks to you, Sora, so it won't be a distraction anymore."
"R-right…. Okay…."
…There's no way I could actually focus on training after feeling like this, though.
Still, I obediently put my underwear and training clothes back on as Seonho instructed. After all, "playing hypnotized" had to continue.
'Training… I'll just have to fake concentrating as hard as I can.'
Seonho went so far as to masturbate right in front of me to solve a problem—if I couldn't at least carry the training through properly after that, I really would be a terrible person.
For Seonho's sake, if nothing else, I'll concentrate as much as I'm able. Sure, I only showed him my chest, but he actually showed me his… thing, and masturbated with it, all the way through.
…He probably did all that without knowing I'm only pretending to be hypnotized, which means this secret absolutely has to follow me to the grave.
"Let's restart with seven goblin archers. That alright?"
"…U-uhn. Fine by me."
The evasion archery training began anew—and Seonho's body pressed in close behind mine once more.
Deep breath.
"……."
The hard something I'd felt near my backside… had mercifully softened a little.
In this state, at least, I didn't think I'd suddenly start feeling strange or lose my strength like before.
"Three on your left! Jump right, now!"
"O-okay!"
…In the end, all of this is Seonho going out of his way for my archery training anyway.
For his sake, too—I have to focus as hard as I possibly can.
Critical injury判定. Training terminated.
"Haa, haa, haaaa…."
"Whew, hoo…. G-good work, Sora."
"U-uhn…."
…The training's over.
It ended on a critical-injury ruling somehow, but honestly, it didn't feel bad at all. My final arrow found its way into the last enemy's skull, after all.
That makes it a draw, not a defeat. Technically it's a loss by the system's rules, sure, but it's still a fact that I did better than the last round, when I'd died with three of them still standing.
'Honestly, I thought I wouldn't be able to focus at all….'
I mean, come on. Even right now, if I close my eyes, the image of Seonho pumping his cock flickers behind my eyelids. After witnessing that right in front of me, how is anyone supposed to concentrate?
And the sensation of him touching my chest under the pretense of wiping me with that handkerchief keeps replaying in my head, too….
But once the training actually started, even when I expected my mind to wander, I somehow ended up focused on the arrows flying at me and the enemies in front of me instead.
Part of it was that the hard presence I kept feeling near my rear had faded—but more than that, it was probably because Seonho was working so hard for me.
"Whew. At this rate, you'll be able to handle eight of them next session. That said, since we've only done evasion archery training under hypnosis, we'll need to verify it in a practical setting later too…."
"……."
Look at him, all serious again—as if he wasn't just waving his dick around in front of my face like an idiot.
Frankly, I was a little taken aback when he suddenly whipped it out, but looking back, I have to admit it really was necessary.
Right—there's no way Seonho had some dirty agenda and did lewd things for his own sake. He must have judged that my training required it, which is why he went as far as masturbating in front of me.
…The whole showing-my-chest-and-being-touched part, well, honestly, I did nudge that along a bit myself.
'I could just write it off as tuition….'
I owe Seonho so much, after all. If repaying even a little of what's built up, in a way like this, is possible—maybe it's not such a bad thing.
…It's not like we're formally exchanging anything, but knowing Seonho's personality, he's bound to feel guilty about it on his own.
'Showing him my body and then making him feel bad about it is a little selfish of me, I'll admit.'
But if I hadn't gone this far, it didn't seem like he'd ever start seeing me as a woman. However it turned out, at least I now know he has feelings for me—of the romantic kind.
Pat, pat.
"I'll release the hypnosis now, Sora."
"…Yeah."
Seonho's hand, familiar by now, strokes my hair—and at the same moment, it feels like something slips out of my mind.
With the "hypnosis" buff gone, Seonho standing in front of me began to occupy my thoughts in a strange, persistent way.
"Training's over, Sora."
"Ah, y-yeah…? G-good work, Seonho…."
"Mm. Oh, right—we started evasion archery training today, and I think we should try this one outside of hypnosis training too, using a different approach later. The way it works is…."
…Seriously, he's so diligent it's almost painful.
Watching Seonho explain, of all things, a story I already know from playing along hypnotized—it's impossible not to feel that way.
"And, um, hey…."
"…Yeah?"
"Th-the thing is…. D-during the hypnosis training earlier, something a little embarrassing happened, and, um, I really think I need to tell you about it, Sora…."
"……."
"S-see, during the evasion archery training, I accidentally touched your br—"
"…Stop. You don't need to say any more, Lee Seonho."
Watching him volunteer his weaknesses to me, again and again, made me feel strangely frustrated on his behalf. So I decided to pretend I hadn't heard it. A relationship where I'm the only one whose weaknesses he holds feels somehow uneven, unbalanced.
"Don't apologize for things that happened during hypnosis training. I entrusted my body to you in the first place because I trust you, Seonho."
"……."
"The way you've trusted me all this time—let me do the same. No explanations needed. Just let me trust you, Seonho."
"…Okay."
…Saying it like that should do the trick, right?
Knowing full well what actually happened and then putting on this composed, mature act is a little shameless of me, I'll admit.
But if I do this, you'll come to me a little more proactively. That's why.
"Ah, I guess training works up an appetite—I'm suddenly starving. Let's hurry and get dinner, Seonho."
"Y-yeah. Dinner, right…."
Seonho walked along beside me, oddly sheepish, as if still dwelling on what had happened during the hypnosis training.
…Because the way you look like that is secretly kind of adorable. It makes me want this secret training of ours, just the two of us, to go on a little while longer.