Covert Observation (2)
Do Yoonchae held her breath, watching the two of them from a corner of the Training Grounds.
Her first impression—that this was merely training—had long since evaporated. Fixating on the suspicious and utterly absurd spectacle unfolding before her eyes, it had taken her a considerable amount of time just to work out what was actually happening.
...I don't understand this at all.
Perhaps it was because she'd failed to follow the pair's conversation partway through. Whatever the reason, she simply could not make sense of the scene in front of her.
Han Sora, meekly following Lee Seonho's instructions while pretending to be hypnotized. And Lee Seonho himself, who—having supposedly put her under hypnosis in the first place—did nothing but wave his cock in front of her face.
It was a situation that defied all common sense. At least judging by the behavior of the man she had observed more closely than anyone else in her life.
If it were Do Yoon-sung... he wouldn't have stopped at something this tame.
Considering that bastard's utterly debauched history with women, what she was witnessing now bordered on gentlemanly restraint. Could Lee Seonho's tastes actually be some strange variety of this? Making a woman undress before his eyes and then masturbating to the sight of her...
...Honestly speaking, it was a little strange.
If anything, plain and ordinary would have suited him better.
At the very least, a man who moved according to the desires an ordinary man wanted would have been easier to silence, too.
Even as such thoughts ran through her head, at some point Do Yoonchae found her gaze locked on the cock swaying in Lee Seonho's grip.
No matter how many times I look at that thing, I can't get used to it.
Did all men really carry something like that between their legs? It certainly seemed like it would be inconvenient at that size.
While she was thinking this, watching Lee Seonho pleasure himself as if under some kind of spell, the conversation between the two drifted back into her ears.
"S-Seonho? Um."
"...?"
"Do you—do you need anything else? You just seem like you're having a harder time than before."
"......"
...Right. First things first—Han Sora is absolutely not hypnotized.
If she were genuinely under hypnosis, she wouldn't volunteer words like that, words so clearly laced with her own will.
Watching Han Sora display what looked like quiet displeasure with this whole ambiguous arrangement, Do Yoonchae reached a silent conclusion: at the very least, that girl had feelings for the absurd man standing in front of her.
Though for the life of me I can't imagine why she'd fall for a man like that.
Do Yoonchae was a woman herself, yet she could not understand a woman's heart. She had long since resolved to strip away all private feelings of womanhood while living in Do Yoon-sung's shadow.
Still, she had thought that during her years of living as a man she'd gained a decent grasp of what women found attractive in one. Apparently there remained something she had yet to understand. She realized it anew.
"Sora, then..."
"...!"
As she kept her attention fixed on the two of them, Lee Seonho's mouth began to open once more.
This time, Do Yoonchae strained her ears so as not to miss a single word.
Wh-what do I do? He just looked like he was struggling more than last time, so I blurted out and asked if he needed anything else, but...
Now that it came down to actually having to do something more, Han Sora felt a twinge of panic. If Seonho suddenly told her to strip everything off down below, that would be way too... embarrassing.
...Still, she'd steeled herself to a certain extent this time.
As long as we don't actually have sex, I haven't crossed the line...
However much she might want to, she couldn't possibly give him her first experience while under "hypnosis." But if it was something other than that, she could help out a little.
She'd thought the same thing before—this was basically no different from paying tuition. Seonho always spent his own time helping with her training; of course she ought to give something back in return, even like this.
Besides, the fact that he was masturbating right in front of her was entirely her fault in the first place. It was because she couldn't concentrate thanks to Seonho's... thing. That was exactly why...
"Sora, then..."
Seonho's lips parted, his expression careful.
Not knowing what he would say, she waited tensely for his next words.
"Then... could you maybe move it for me? With your hand?"
"...With my hand?"
"Yeah, your hand. A guy gets aroused much faster when a woman strokes him instead."
"......"
...Oh. I didn't know that.
She'd known things like that existed—using your hand for someone. But apparently it felt better that way?
Thank goodness. He's not asking me to show him everything.
In the privacy of a house or a room, just the two of them, she might have managed something borderline. But no matter how you looked at it, stripping off her pants and panties in a place like this was simply too much.
It wasn't as if the Training Grounds even had proper locks. Unless someone very strange came along, nobody would barge into an occupied lane, sure, but still.
Anyway, as long as it wasn't actually doing... it, or being asked to show her bare body, then...
...This much might not be so much of a burden after all.
"Okay. I'll use my hand."
"Please, Sora."
...I suppose I just do it the way Seonho was doing it.
She'd already seen him masturbate twice now. Not because she'd wanted to watch, of course—it had just... happened.
Telling herself this, she carefully reached her right hand toward Seonho's thing, as though still under hypnosis.
—Thump.
"Ngh..."
...This thing is way hotter than I expected.
Was it because Seonho had been gripping and rubbing it just moments ago? It felt like it radiated an incredible heat.
And it was deceptively heavy, too. Carrying something like this between your legs really would be inconvenient.
"Will you use both hands, Sora? I'm a bit... big, so I don't think one hand can wrap all the way around."
"Ah, mm, okay..."
...Well, he is big. So one of my hands really isn't enough.
When she wrapped both hands around Seonho's thing and slowly squeezed, something inside them gave a faint start and twitched.
A texture both soft and hard at once. And a vivid, living warmth, as if it were somehow a creature all its own.
Of course it was alive—it was part of Seonho's body. But it felt, somehow, as though this one part were a separate organism, distinct from Seonho himself.
As she held him like that, his voice drifted once more, gently, against her ear.
"Keep it like that and move slowly, back and forth, Sora."
"Mm, okay. Got it."
Gliding her palms downward, then drawing them back up.
A faintly wet sound began to fill the quiet space, little by little. The heat she felt in her hands seemed to be growing hotter as well.
"Haah, hh... hoooh..."
"......"
I'm probably not imagining it. Seonho's letting out sounds that actually seem to feel good.
The thought that she wasn't merely showing her chest this time—that she was touching him directly, making Seonho's body feel good with her own hands—made her heart pound for some reason.
"Hnng, hah..."
...The one I'm touching is Seonho's body. So why does mine feel like it's burning up?
The breath she'd exhaled without thinking startled even herself. Thankfully, Seonho seemed too absorbed in the feel of her hands to notice.
Doing her best to act as if her little reaction hadn't happened, she kept gripping him and working her hands... and then an even more flustering request followed from his mouth.
"Sora."
"...Y-yes!"
"I'm a little sorry to bring this up now, but... would it be all right if I asked one more favor?"
"......"
Wh-what do I do?
Now he really was about to tell her to strip everything off down below.
If he asked, would she actually have to do it? To keep up the hypnosis act, she supposed she'd have to. But no matter what, suddenly being made naked in the Training Grounds was... way too embarrassing.
...No. Trust Seonho.
The whole reason she was pretending to be hypnotized in the first place was that she hadn't fully trusted him. And knowing Seonho, he probably wouldn't make her do anything she'd genuinely hate.
Nothing they'd done so far had truly bothered her. ...There had been things that were embarrassing, or a little shameful, maybe, but nothing she'd genuinely disliked.
"Yes. G-go ahead, do whatever you want. I'm under hypnosis anyway, so you don't need my permission for everything."
...Still, saying it that boldly might have been too much.
But the words were already out, impossible to take back, and she waited carefully for whatever would come from his mouth next.
"Could you... maybe use your mouth along with your hand?"
...What came out of Seonho's mouth was, in one sense, an answer she had never anticipated at all.
Use her mouth along with her hand—in other words, a request for fellatio. Han Sora's pupils trembled faintly.
Apparently she hadn't expected me to go from a handjob to demanding this.
Her hands still wrapped tight around my cock, her flusterment was so palpable I could feel it through her skin.
For all I know, the concept of fellatio might not even exist in her head.
Unlike Cha Eunju, that otaku swimming in a sea of lewd knowledge, there was every chance Han Sora had never learned what it was.
Even if she knew the word, she'd have no idea how it was actually done, most likely. Well—That, I'd just have to teach her step by step, starting now.
It did feel like I was pushing the pace a little impatiently, but I had to get at least this far today if I wanted her fully naked by the next training session.
Eunju and Isabel are working so hard, after all. The original story's first heroine deserves to be run just as hard.
Compared to Cha Eunju, who had already granted me her ass, and Kim Isabel, who had shown me her bare body, Han Sora was progressing rather slowly.
Granted, that was partly unavoidable, given that our point of contact was "archery training." But this was an event that came only once a week—so I needed to widen the usable range of skinship as much as possible.
"Use my hand and my mouth... h-how do I do that?"
Just as I'd predicted, Han Sora looked at me with an expression that couldn't process my request in one go.
And so I delivered a lecture on the concepts of handjobs and blowjobs, knowledge poured straight in.
"You take the tip in your mouth and rub the shaft with your hand."
"...Oh. I-I see."
"It's nice when you use your hand, Sora, but honestly, using your mouth feels even better. If you do it with your mouth, I think we can take care of my... problem, nice and quick."
"...O-okay. I just use my mouth, right? Mm..."
Even without fully grasping the situation, Han Sora nodded carefully, still doing her best to keep up the hypnotized act.
If I went straight to putting my cock in her mouth like this, there might be a slight backlash once the Suggestion wore off—so I didn't forget to add a few final words.
"If it's too hard, you don't have to do it, Sora."
"......"
"I'm the one who asked, but I don't want to make you do anything you truly hate. If you really don't want to, be honest and tell me."
"...I-It's fine."
"Really?"
"Mm. I-I'm really not bothered at all. Pu-putting your, Seonho's thing in my mouth honestly doesn't bother me at all. Yo-you can just count it as tuition for all the help you give me with my training, Seonho, so don't feel too bad about it."
"...I see. Thank you for saying that, Sora."
Set up like this, even after the Suggestion dissolved, the choice to take me into her mouth would be hers—she would remember choosing it herself.
If you wanted to train someone with an ability that wasn't quite hypnosis, you had to nail down even these small details before moving on. That was simply how it was done.