On Terms Where I'm Allowed to Touch Her Chest (1)
Day four of training Cha Eunju.
Today, just like every day, I breezed through the preliminary drills and moved on to her training. Yesterday she'd let me grope her chest over her clothes, so today I needed to push one step further.
Squish, squish.
"Nghh, h-hyaaah…!"
Squish, squish.
"Nnnnghh…! Hii, hahhk…!"
Cha Eunju moaned shamelessly as I kneaded her chest. Maybe it was because yesterday she hadn't been allowed to properly climax, but today she didn't even try to hold it back—her body twisted, and before long she bucked once, shuddering all over.
"Hoo, nghhh…!!"
She clenched her thighs tight, rose up on her tiptoes, and spilled out moans that anyone walking past would have recognized instantly for what they were. You could tell she was doing her best to suppress her reactions, but the girl had unmistakably hit her climax.
"Haah, ha, hahhh… Hoo, hooo…"
"……"
And why, why did her face look so obscenely satisfied right after? That lewd body of hers, those lust-drenched reactions—at this point, I had to wonder if Cha Eunju hadn't been born solely to drive a man's cock insane. Nothing else could explain a sight this obscene. Which meant that the original novel's Lee Seonho, who'd had a woman this arousing practically in the palm of his hand and never laid a finger on her, really was a complete moron.
"Did you come?"
"Huu, huh…?"
"You just came, didn't you, Cha Eunju?"
"……"
Too embarrassed to answer honestly, she hung her crimson face in silence. That purple crown of hers bobbed up and down once in place of a reply.
"So you really did come. I had no idea you could get off from your chest alone."
"……"
"So girls can climax just from having their breasts touched. That's amazing."
It was a little theatrical, but playing the naive innocent in front of Cha Eunju was a step I never skipped. To open her heart, acting like a man seasoned in love and sex would have been far less effective than pretending that everything we did was a first for me, too.
Putting her under hypnosis, holding her body and groping her chest while she was under—Cha Eunju's character could forgive all of it, as long as it was my first time as well. Staying true to her particular disposition, I kept up my act as the clueless Lee Seonho and carefully brought my hand back toward her front.
"Eunju."
"……Yeah."
"Could I… touch your chest directly? Just once?"
"……"
"It might feel even better than what we've been doing."
"……"
At the words even better than now, Cha Eunju hesitated, her expression flickering with indecision. Her huge chest heaving up and down seemed to give voice to the pounding of her heart.
"D-do whatever… you want…"
Swish.
"B-because I'm under hypnosis right now…. S-so you don't need to ask for permission or anything, Seonho. You can just… do what you like…"
Saying that, she carefully began to lift the hem of her tracksuit top. The adorable little navel hidden all this time beneath her thick warm-up jacket and cotton tee stirred my desire all over again.
"Thank you, Cha Eunju."
"……"
"But I'll keep asking anyway. Hypnosis or not, if there's something you don't want to do, then I don't want to do it either."
"……"
Whether she was still playing along with the hypnosis act or simply too mortified to answer, Cha Eunju had frozen solid with her shirt half raised. Kneeling on the floor in front of her, I slid my hand beneath her clothes and glided it over that soft, bare skin.
"Nghh, hi, hyahk…! Hiihk?!"
Every time my fingers brushed her bare flesh, her body gave the cutest little jolt. Perhaps because her climax was still so recent, she was hypersensitive, and I slowly explored beneath her clothes like something crawling through the dark.
Squish.
"Nnnnnnghh!!"
For the first time, my hand made contact with the bare skin of Cha Eunju's enormous breasts—breasts I had only ever felt as a vague impression through her tracksuit.
Squish, squish.
"Nnngh, nnn, hahh!! Haaaah, ngh…!!"
Squish, squish.
"Nnnnngh?! Hii! Hah, hahh!! Nnnnngh!!"
As I forced her bra up and my fingers crept slowly into the space beneath it, Cha Eunju writhed, spilling adorable sounds again and again. And I, just as worked up at finally getting my hands on her bare chest for the first time, lost all control of myself and seized both of those great mounds of fat in one tight grip.
Squuuish!
"Nnnnnnnmm!!"
God, she was sexy.
Insanely sexy.
The situation itself—Cha Eunju granting me her chest of her own will, and me touching it right now—was too much to bear. And it wasn't that ambiguous sensation I'd been fumbling with for days; this was the real thing, raw and unfiltered.
Even through her clothes her breasts had felt soft, but touching them directly was a whole different dimension. If what I'd felt through the fabric was pudding, then what filled my palms now was cotton candy. Yielding exactly as much as I squeezed, swallowing my fingers wherever they moved, Cha Eunju's breasts enthralled me in a single instant—me, the man who had spent days painstakingly training her.
Squeeze.
"Nnnnnnghh!! Haa, haaaaang…!!"
And then there were those nipples, absurdly sensitive for breasts that size. When I pinched one between my thumb and forefinger and gave it a single firm press, she reacted as if she were about to climax again right then and there—a reaction so endearing that a stray thought drifted through my head: maybe I could spend the rest of my life doing nothing but kneading this girl's chest.
Squish, squish, squish.
"Haaaaah, nngh, hahhk!! Haa, haaaaang…!!"
Barely two or three minutes after getting her chest touched bare, Cha Eunju climaxed yet again. Even accounting for how sensitive she already was from coming once, that was remarkably fast. Though the fact that she'd gotten off through her tracksuit alone had already gone a long way toward proving how responsive her body was.
Desire told me to keep mauling her breasts right there, to wring pleasure out of her until she passed out entirely… but if I did that, Cha Eunju would never agree to fall under my hypnosis a second time.
So once again, I mentally jotted down one more thing I wanted to do once I'd fully broken her in, and slowly withdrew my hand from inside her clothes. The Training Grounds session was almost over anyway. If I got her worked up again now, we'd end up awkwardly parting ways without even grabbing lunch together, just like yesterday.
"Huu-nngh, nn, nnghh… Ngh, nn, hii…"
Even after I pulled my hand away, the aftershocks of her climax seemed to linger—she was making sounds I couldn't tell were moans or giggles. Watching her hug her huge breasts with both arms and tremble made me want to pounce on her all over again. This must be how a predator feels in the moment before it pounces on terrified prey.
I waited another full minute for her moans to die down completely, then touched her head and released Suggestion: Hypnosis.
"It's over, Cha Eunju."
"…I-it's over? I-it just ended, right?"
"Yeah. Good work today, Cha Eunju."
"Th-that's… th-thank you too, Seonho…"
Receiving her thanks for what had been nothing but sexual harassment left me with a strange feeling. Of course, as far as Cha Eunju was concerned, she was still 'pretending to have been hypnotized' even now that the suggestion had lifted.
Unlike yesterday, there was none of that restless fidgeting. She'd sweated buckets, yet for some reason her face wore a strangely refreshed expression.
"We're going out for ramen together today, right?"
"…Yeah. L-let's go. My treat…"
"You paid last time too, Cha Eunju. And the time before."
"W-well, that's because you keep paying the Training Grounds fees every time…. I-I've told you so many times to let me pay…"
"I do it because I'm grateful that a Magic Department student like you trains alongside a Support Department nobody like me. Besides, I'm more than compensated for the Training Grounds fees—more than I deserve—so don't worry about it."
"…Huh?! O-oh… right…"
Casually dropping a hint that she'd been under hypnosis just now got me the cutest reaction. She was trying so hard to act natural about it that I nearly burst out laughing.
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The ramen shop near the station—my fourth day in a row eating there with Cha Eunju, if you counted yesterday. It felt a little shameless to say this after shamelessly enjoying her all the way down to her bare chest, but sitting across from her at a meal like this was also a huge balm for my soul.
Slurp.
"Mmm, mmm…"
Chomp, chomp.
"Mmmm~."
Watching her stuff her cheeks full of food and chew away, or push her hair back with one hand while carefully ladling broth and savoring it—Cha Eunju was just too adorable. Honestly, I was getting a little tired of ramen on day four, but with her making that squirrel-like face across from me, I didn't much care. Just watching her eat seemed to restore half my appetite on its own.
"Is-is there something on my face, Seonho?"
"Hm?"
"Y-you've been staring at me this whole time, it felt like…. S-sorry if I'm imagining it…"
…Apparently even as oblivious as Cha Eunju is to people's gazes, being watched for an entire meal is something she can't miss. Backing out and pretending I hadn't been looking felt a bit pathetic at this point, so I answered with brazen honesty.
"Sorry, I guess I couldn't stop staring because you're so cute, Eunju."
"Hyaaht?!"
"If it bothers you, I'll be more careful from now on."
"N-no, it's…. I-I didn't say it bothered me or anything like that…"
"Oh?"
"…B-but really? You were really staring because I'm… c-cute?"
"Because you're cute, because you're pretty, because I'm grateful to you. I was looking at you for a lot of reasons, I guess."
"Ahh, i-is that so…. He, hehehe…"
If a little casual compliment like that could make her grin like an idiot, the girl really had zero immunity to romance. When I'd first transmigrated I'd been flustered, but lately, meeting Cha Eunju day after day, I kept thinking how lucky I was that it was me who'd taken over this body. The thought of someone other than me defiling a girl this pure and precious… well, it definitely wouldn't have sat well with me.
Reaffirming to myself that I was the only master who could ever make Cha Eunju truly happy, I moved my chopsticks toward the plate of dumplings sitting in the middle of the table.
Clack.
"Ah."
"Ah."
My chopsticks collided with Cha Eunju's—both of us reaching for the last dumpling remaining on the plate at exactly the same moment.
"You take it, Cha Eunju."
"N-no, you…! Y-you eat it, Seonho…"
"I'm fine, really. You eat it—it's your treat in the first place."
"You paid the Training Grounds fee, though. A-and you're a guy, Seonho, so you should eat more…"
Considering how much she'd sweated today, the one who needed the nutrition was Cha Eunju, not me. It wasn't as if I desperately wanted the dumpling. After laying on that giddy compliment of mine, sheer embarrassment was what had sent my chopsticks that way.
But Cha Eunju had already pulled her chopsticks back to yield it to me, so I accepted her kindness in stride and picked up the last dumpling.
"Cha-Cha Eunju. Open up."
"Uh, u-uh?!"
"Hurry and open. My arm's getting tired."
"A-aaah…!"
Delicately.
"Is it good?"
"M-mmm…"
I brought my chopsticks, dumpling and all, up to her mouth and fed her the last piece directly into her mouth.
…We'd been openly groping each other's bodies at the Training Grounds not twenty minutes ago, and now she's blushing over a little affectionate gesture like this? Honestly, it was a little funny.