Close Enough to Show a Little Chest (2)
“Whew, ngh…!”
“Come on, come on! Just three more, Seonho! Push a little harder!”
“Whew, huaaaaah…!!”
It was evening training time with Choi Marie again today. Using the practical exam as her excuse, she had me in a death grip once more, and to live up to her expectations, I desperately hauled my chin up over the pull-up bar.
“Hah, hah, hah…”
“Alright, one last one! Just one more and you can rest, so give me just one more!”
“Nghhh, aaaahh!!”
“Oh, nice! Keep that momentum going for one more! Come on, fighting!”
…You and I are going to have a talk once training's over. Just how many times have I fallen for that 'last one' of yours?
The only reason I put up with it was the eye candy she kept providing, jigging around right in front of me in a sports bra—if the person tormenting me like this had been a man, I'd have quit on the spot.
“Ngh, haaaaah…!!”
Thud.
“Hah… hah… hah…”
“Aww, so close. One more and you'd have had it…”
…Endure it, Seonho. Endure. Thinking about how I'm going to devour her sooner or later, this much is more than bearable.
I swallowed the humiliation by entertaining the fantasy of raining blows down on those thighs and that ass flashing before my eyes until they turned as pink as her tights.
“I really did go to my absolute limit, sunbae…”
“Well, it does look like it. Still, it's way better than that wobbly mess you used to be.”
“I did say I wanted to build up my stamina, but when you train me at your standard, I can't keep up. In case you forgot, I'm not a Physical Enhancement Type like you.”
“Obviously I'm not using my own standard. Twenty pull-ups at my level isn't even ten percent of what I can do, you brat.”
“………”
Choi Marie needed to develop some sense of what a normal person's stamina actually looked like. Then again, with a personality like hers, it was no wonder she always got frustrated trying to sync up with other students and just charged off on her own.
As I worked out the accumulated fatigue, musing on whether that stamina of hers would still hold up when she was impaled on my cock, she suddenly seemed to remember something and asked about my ability.
“Come to think of it, what's your ability, junior? I only remember hearing that you're in the Combat Support Department.”
“Buffs.”
“Buffs? I thought you said you weren't a Physical Enhancement Type?”
“A Mental Type buff, to be precise. It doesn't actually make me stronger or boost my mana—it's an ability that lets me keep emotionally unstable states under control.”
“Hmm… but is that really a necessary ability? A mental buff is just something you can handle by getting your head in the right place, isn't it?”
Says the shameless woman who flunked her team formation with every other department precisely because she couldn't do that.
Of course, Choi Marie still doesn't think her lone-wolf attitude is a problem, so she can afford to talk like that.
“Some people do need it. Among hunter trainees, there are actually plenty who freeze up and tremble the moment a monster appears, you know.”
“Ah, right. Now that you mention it, there were kids like that. Honestly, what's with everyone—enrolling saying they want to be hunters and then ending up like that?”
“If I cast a courage buff on people like that so they don't panic, combat efficiency goes way up. And once they've faced monsters a few times like that and gotten used to it, eventually they'll be able to pull their own weight just fine even without my buff.”
“Hearing it like that, it does sound pretty legitimate. But isn't it going to be useless by graduation? Once everyone's used to monsters, they'll fight just fine without your buff anyway, won't they?”
“It's not only used for courage. I'm actually wearing a mental buff right now so I don't collapse during training like this.”
“Ah…. If you can do that too, then yeah, it's definitely pretty useful. You're smarter than you look, aren't you, Seonho?”
…Could you just say I'm smart, period? What's with the 'than you look'?
That said, Choi Marie's point wasn't entirely without merit. Cha Eunju had been sparring with hologram monsters for days now, and she no longer trembled at the mere sight of a holographic goblin.
Just as she said, the heroines might not need my buffs by the time they graduated… but by then, I'd probably already have made sure they needed something else entirely, something that would keep them from ever leaving my side.
Choi Marie, sassing me to my face right now, would obviously be one of them too.
“Anyway, sunbae, I really think you need some sense of what ordinary people's stamina is like. Twenty proper-form pull-ups for someone without a Physical Enhancement ability is honestly superhuman.”
“I don't think it's quite at that level? And besides, you should be grateful a pretty sunbae like me is teaching you to work out. This is PT you couldn't buy with money anywhere.”
“…Well, I'll grant that you're pretty.”
“That's right, you brat. Every day it's just you and another guy staring each other down through training, and I'm here relieving that dreary mood for you, so show some gratitude.”
“I'm sorry, what?”
Another guy? Where did that come from?
…Ah, right. Come to think of it, Choi Marie still doesn't know my partner is Cha Eunju.
“I appreciate the sentiment, but the friend I'm taking the exam with is a girl.”
“………Huh?”
“We got close because she sits next to me during written exams. She happens to have a phobia of monsters too, and she said she absolutely needed my ability, so we agreed to team up.”
“………Oh. I see?”
Her reaction was oddly… subtle.
The moment she heard my practical partner was a girl, Choi Marie's speech had turned curt. And then there was that uneasy response of hers. Bringing up this possibility at this point might just be me reading too much into things…
Is she, by any chance, jealous?
Of course, it was pure conjecture. The odds were high that Choi Marie didn't harbor any romantic feelings toward me. Yet.
But it could well rub her the wrong way that someone else knew about me when she'd assumed she alone was in on the secret—the me that was supposed to be hers alone to discover at the academy. Right now, her mental image of me was probably locked in as 'a pretty useful Support Department junior.'
“Is she pretty?”
“Uh… she's pretty, yeah.”
“…Prettier than me?”
“Why are you suddenly trying to compete over that? We're taking entrance exams together—what does pretty or not pretty have to do with anything?”
“I'm curious, you brat. Is she prettier than me or not?”
“Obviously you're prettier, sunbae. Are you seriously still asking?”
“…Really? You say that now to make me like you, but I bet in front of her you tell her she's the prettier one.”
“How could you say something so hurtful.”
…Naturally, in front of Cha Eunju, I'd tell Cha Eunju she's the prettiest.
Because shamelessness is the single most essential virtue for keeping multiple slaves.
“Show me your chest, Cha Eunju.”
“………”
Day five of training. Which was to say, days that had effectively become conditioning sessions disguised as training.
The instant she fell under hypnosis, I'd bluntly demanded to see her chest, and Cha Eunju had frozen up stiff, her face burning scarlet.
“Y-you want me to show you my chest? I-I just… take my clothes off?”
“No need to take everything off. Just unzip the tracksuit and lift up what you're wearing underneath.”
“…O-okay.”
Embarrassed by my command to blatantly bare her chest out in the open, and yet carefully complying all the same. Since we'd already reached the point where I could touch them, she'd apparently decided that merely showing them was acceptable. That inability to make proper value judgments as she sank one step deeper at a time was undeniably useful for conditioning.
Ziiip.
“N-nghhh…”
Having fully unzipped her tracksuit top, Cha Eunju slowly lifted the white t-shirt underneath.
From beneath the shirt as it rose to her collarbone, a pair of violently oversized breasts and her bra seized my gaze all at once.
“………”
“Hoo, hoo, hooo… Hoooh…”
Letting out shallow breath after shallow breath, Cha Eunju finally pulled the garment up past the last remaining inch.
The way her huge breasts were dragged upward along with it, then wobbled and came tumbling back down, unable to bear their own weight—it was beyond obscene. She'd never been with a man; everything she knew of one was me touching her chest that one time. Was it really okay for her to be showing something this lewd?
Bounce.
“I-is this… okay…?”
“Yeah. Thank you, Cha Eunju.”
“N-no, it's nothing…. I-I'm only doing it because I'm under hypnosis, so…”
If true hypnosis actually existed, she probably wouldn't bother with the whole 'I'm only doing this because I'm hypnotized' act.
But those stray thoughts could wait—right now, the breasts Cha Eunju was flaunting before my eyes mattered far more. When I'd handled them bare-handed yesterday, they'd already had a devastating feel to them, but seeing them up close like this revealed a visual impact that was frankly off the charts.
“You're really beautiful, Cha Eunju.”
“Mmnh…”
“I'm not lying when I say they're the most beautiful breasts in the world.”
Squish.
“Ngh, th-thank you…”
How many men in this world get to hear a thank-you while groping a woman's chest?
The soft sensation that had enveloped my fingers once yesterday returned, but with the visual element added on top, the sheer destructive power was enormous. Doing this instead of the training we were supposed to be doing at the Training Grounds was itself a factor that excited both her and me. The space was equipped with security and soundproofing, so getting caught was unlikely.
Squish.
“Hnn, haaah…!”
Squish, squish.
“Nghhh…! Hyii, hyaaaah…!!”
Cha Eunju didn't seem to have the slightest intention of holding back her moans anymore, spilling lewd sounds from the very start.
Not that there was much point in stifling them when her chest was already bared. The fact that she was doing something shameful either way wasn't going to change.
With her breasts exposed, it had become far easier to stimulate her erogenous zones that until now I could only find by feel. For example, the pink areola cradling these adorable nipples of hers.
Jiggle, jiggle.
“Hoooh…!! Hii, hah…!!”
Tap, tap. Rub, rub…
“Nghhhhh…!! Hiih, hi, hiiyah…!! Hiyaaaahn…!!”
Pinching her pink nipple along with the surrounding areola between my fingers and rocking it up and down, or flicking the tip of her stiffened bud with a fingertip before catching it and rubbing it side to side.
With so much visual information flooding in, stimulating her erogenous zones had become that much easier—and that translated directly into Cha Eunju's rapid climax.
“Hoo, hoo, hooghhh…!!”
…Honestly, at least her climaxing is unmistakable to anyone who looks.
Pressing her thighs tightly together and rising onto her heels as her whole body stretched taut—a sight that was instinctively, desperately chasing every last drop of pleasure at the moment of release.
As expected of someone raised on subculture, her lewd knowledge was rock solid. Even if her actual experience with men was nonexistent.
“Hah, ngh, haaaah…”
“………”
I'd brought her to climax twice yesterday, so today I owed her at least that much.
If I wanted to escalate her conditioning bit by bit, continuously adding something new to what we'd done the day before was the crucial process.
Merely showing me her chest might not register to Cha Eunju as anything more intense than yesterday… so let's push things one bold step further here.
“Eunju.”
“Heh, heh…?”
“Can I ask you for just one thing?”
“…I-I'm hypnotized, so you don't… d-don't need to ask or anything…?”
“Then let me just ask you one question. Answer me honestly.”
“………Mm.”
Through everything we'd done so far, she seemed to have inevitably picked up on the fact that I was about to do something.
And knowing it, yet unable to run away, Cha Eunju gave a small nod—so I fired off the question that would push us one step further, boldly and without hesitation.
“Your breasts are so beautiful, Cha Eunju, that I have to ask—just once, can I suck on them with my mouth?”