Taming Cha Eunju (3)
*Squish, squish.*
“Mmgh… …Hah, ah.”
It was the first time in her life that someone else's hands had been kneading her chest.
Cha Eunju bit down on the moans threatening to burst out of her, terrified that the slightest lapse in focus would let one slip free.
Granted, Eunju had lived a life entirely without romance with men, but that didn't mean she was completely ignorant of sexual matters. If anything, thanks to the endless stream of lewd content that cropped up in her subculture hobbies, she probably knew more about that side of things than any of the girls her age.
Of course she'd touched herself before. She'd even run her own hands over her breasts while seeking relief more than once…
What is this…? H-he's only touching my chest. Why, then, do I…
…Never once in her life had she felt anything as good as what she was feeling right now, with Lee Seonho's hands working her breasts.
*Squish, squish.*
“Hnnngh, ah…! Hah…!!”
No matter how hard she tried to hold it in, the obscene moans refused to stay down.
But she had to hold them in. One wrong move — if she showed even a hint of how good it felt — he might realize she was only 'pretending to be hypnotized.'
Admitting that having her breasts fondled by a man felt good. Even giving him permission to touch them. All of it had to remain something that happened only 'while under hypnosis.'
She had already come far too long a way to turn back and pretend nothing had happened.
*Squish, squish, squish.*
“Haaaahn, hih, ah…!! Haaang…!!”
Every sensation from Seonho's hands as they seized and kneaded both of her breasts kept dragging her deeper into something strange. Each time he squeezed the heavy mounds firmly in his palms, it was as if invisible fingers were knocking insistently against her lower belly — a feeling she couldn't explain.
And when he slowly ground his palms against the weighty flesh, an inexplicable heat came surging up from somewhere deep inside her body.
Hah, n-no… I have to, keep it together…
Maybe twenty minutes or so were left on their Training Grounds rental. Counting the time to pack up and leave, she only had to endure another fifteen.
Just those fifteen minutes. If she could just survive them…
*Squish, squish.*
“Huuuuh, hah, haaahk…!! Hnnghhh…!!”
…There was no way in hell she could endure it. Her body was already balanced right on the razor's edge of climax, with nothing left between her and the point of no return but a single, final door.
And even that door was bucking on its hinges, threatening to swing open at any moment, as if it couldn't hold out much longer either.
If this went on — if this truly went on — she might end up climaxing standing right in front of Seonho, wearing the most wretched, shameless expression imaginable.
While something suspiciously like urine drooled shamefully down her inner thighs…
Th-that, out of everything, I can't — not thaaat…!!
That, above all, she could never let him see. Not even Seonho. No — especially not Seonho.
Even if she was 'pretending to be hypnotized,' that was the one thing that could never, ever happen.
And besides, if it did, it would make things impossibly awkward once the hypnosis ended and they had to go back to pretending nothing had happened between them. Sure, everything that happened under hypnosis could simply be treated as forgotten — but if the image of her leaking like that between her legs got burned into his memory, there would be no living it down. No excuse in the world would cover it.
And so, swallowing down the sensation of imminent climax again and again, Cha Eunju had her breasts kneaded for nearly ten straight minutes.
*Hss…*
“…Hnn, hah, hck…. Hahh, haaahk….”
Right up until Lee Seonho's hands finally left her chest, she somehow managed it — holding back her climax without showing him a single disgraceful thing.
Thank, god…
If she'd given up and let go instead… she no doubt would have known a pleasure beyond anything she'd ever felt.
But she couldn't show Seonho a side of herself that shameless.
Letting him touch her breasts was one thing. Anything beyond that was out of the question.
…Yeah. Absolutely out of the question.
“Hah, hah, haaaah, hoo, hooo….”
“Cha Eunju, are you okay?”
“Mmhm…. I'm, I'm fi, ine…. Really….”
She was, in fact, not okay at all. She wanted nothing more than to lock herself in a bathroom — anywhere, really — and relieve even a fraction of this maddening, half-finished pleasure.
But no matter how thoroughly 'hypnotized' she was supposedly pretending to be, she couldn't bring herself to say anything like that to his face. So all Eunju could manage was that one unconvincing reply.
“Sorry, it's my first time actually touching a girl's chest. Did I hurt you? Was it uncomfortable?”
“…N, no…. It wasn't….”
“Then… did it feel good?”
“…It felt…good….”
…Better than when I touch them myself. The words rose unbidden to her lips, and she frantically swallowed them back down her throat.
Seonho's hand came to rest on top of her head, and a moment later she felt the sensation of the 'hypnosis' buff he'd cast on her fading away.
S-so that's it for today, then…. Thank goodness…
She quietly let out a breath of relief that she'd somehow ended things without disgracing herself.
“Hypnosis's over, Eunju. We should probably head ba—”
“I-I have to go to the bathroom, really badly…!! I'll, I'll head back first, so don't wait for me…!!”
“Ch-Cha Eunju?!”
She simply didn't have the confidence to look Lee Seonho in the face in her current state.
…And she wanted to relieve the pleasure that had been cut off at the worst possible moment, the very second she possibly could. And so Cha Eunju bolted out of the Training Grounds like a woman fleeing a crime scene.
…I swear I nearly died holding back an erection.
All I did was grope her tits, and she let out moans that filthy. Who knew?
Today's plan was to progress things exactly as far as chest-touching and no further — I never predicted Cha Eunju would react that obscenely. I'd figured she'd manage, at most, a few adorable little gasps while flinching slightly under my hands. Thank god the Training Grounds are a soundproofed space by default.
There was a chance her breasts were simply a hypersensitive erogenous zone for her, but… my money says the mood we'd built played just as big a part in pushing her that far.
The fact that she'd granted permission with her own mouth. The depravity of doing something this lewd inside the Training Grounds. And the sheer unfamiliarity of being touched by another person for the very first time in her life. All of it working together, in various combinations, to wind her up until she came apart that thoroughly, I'd bet.
Honestly, I did consider pushing her over the edge and letting her come, once.
But after nearly ten minutes of kneading, watching her desperately fight down her climax tooth and nail, I stopped. Force her into something so diametrically opposed to her instincts, and she'd start developing an actual fear of my Suggestion: Hypnosis.
I always have to leave her a psychological red line — the reassuring knowledge that if she truly wanted it to end, it could end at any moment.
…In reality that line is nothing but an illusion. Under Suggestion: Hypnosis, she can't so much as think about drawing it anyway.
Slow and steady. Just getting to second base is already a more than respectable result.
After all, the original plan had been nothing more ambitious than getting my hands on her chest before the practical exam.
At this rate, though, the chest was a foregone conclusion — I might genuinely make it all the way to actual sex ahead of schedule. I was mulling that over while waiting in front of the Training Grounds building when the purple-haired girl crept out, glancing nervously around as she emerged.
*Sneak, sneak…*
“There you are.”
“H, HIIK?!”
“…It stings a little, you know, getting startled that badly.”
“Ah, s, sorry….”
Cha Eunju stared at me, flustered, wearing the expression of someone who'd just been caught red-handed at something.
From her point of view, I could see how I might be a bit intimidating right now. Sure, she'd given permission herself — but I'd still gone and groped her breasts to my heart's content, leaving her dangling right at the edge of climax.
Judging by how long it had taken her to come outside… my guess was she'd ducked somewhere to relieve herself, lightly, once or twice, before emerging.
And I couldn't be certain, but her face seemed to have the words 'I want to go home' written across it in bright letters.
She wants to rush home and deal with the pleasure she couldn't release, the very second she can.
In situations like this, it was far better to let her go quietly.
I'd just spent all that effort branding lewd feelings toward me into her; if I needlessly dragged her into a lingering lunch together, those emotions would only get diluted.
“You look a little worn out. Want to head back early today, Eunju?”
“…Can I?”
“Shame, but what can you do. I came straight from my workout anyway, so I'm a bit tired myself. Let's do lunch tomorrow.”
“M, mmhm…. Thank you, Seonho….”
She offered her gratitude with a look that said she understood I was being considerate of her.
Of course, the person responsible for putting her body in that exhausted state was me, so her thanks were being directed at the wrong party by a fair margin.
“I've got a quick errand nearby, so I'll stop by there. Get home safe, Cha Eunju.”
“Mmhm…. S, see you tomorrow, Seonho…!”
We parted ways naturally in the end, giving Cha Eunju the time and space to be alone with her thoughts.
A little disappointing, sure — but tomorrow was already set to push things considerably further than today, after all.
*Rub, rub…*
“Huuuuh, hu, hnn…!!”
*Squish, squish…*
“Hnnnngh, hah, haah…!! Haaaahk…!!”
Two hours had passed since she'd parted ways with Lee Seonho at the Training Grounds and returned home.
The moment she'd walked through the door, she'd made a beeline for her room, and now she was completely lost in masturbation, her clothes still half-hanging off her body where she hadn't even bothered to change properly.
*Squish, squish…*
“Haaaah, hn, haah…. Haaaah….”
*Rub, rub…*
“Hnnngh…!! Hiih, hnnghhh…!!”
She hadn't even managed a proper lunch. Two straight hours of nothing but masturbation.
And even masturbating with an intensity that had wrung her body completely dry, Cha Eunju's lust refused to be settled.
“Hnnnn, hah, haa, haaaaahk…!!”
*Shluuuuurp…*
She'd climaxed three times already, each one accompanied by a shiofuki that soaked the bed beneath her.
And even that, she thought, fell far, far short of what she'd felt when Lee Seonho had touched her breasts at the Training Grounds just a few hours ago.
This isn't it…. When Seonho touched me, it was so much more than this….
…Maybe it would have been better to just shut her eyes and surrender her body to his hands back then.
That one instant would have been mortifying beyond belief, sure — but at least she wouldn't be writhing around like this now, clawing at a pleasure she couldn't reach.
She'd caught herself having that thought over and over again — that was how far into sexual frustration Cha Eunju had sunk.
*Grrrrrowl…*
Enough…. I really have to stop now….
…Even the day she'd first taught herself how to touch herself, she didn't remember losing herself this completely.
All because a friend had groped her chest a little… no, honestly, 'friend' felt like a slightly awkward word for what they were now, but still.
It genuinely astonished her, how worked up she'd gotten from her chest alone. When she masturbated, her breasts never did anything for her — she always went straight for down below. Even now, two hours in, her chest wasn't just failing to feel good; it wasn't registering as anything at all…
Was it just because Seonho's hands are that good…. Or maybe it simply felt good because it was someone else touching me….
And if it wasn't that — then maybe she and Seonho really were fated for each other, their bodies just unusually compatible.
He'd almost certainly come asking her to try 'hypnosis' again after tomorrow's training, anyway… she could figure it out then.
Because Seonho would surely want to touch her breasts again tomorrow. And as long as she didn't refuse his hands — absolutely, without fail, he would.
Without realizing it, Cha Eunju had already started looking forward to having her chest touched more than to the training itself.