A Secret Plaything (3)
-Shlick.
“Nngh… hnnngh….”
In the quiet privacy of the room, Min Ye-won's lewd little sounds tickled softly at my ears.
Just as I'd ordered, she was steadily pushing the rotor in a little deeper.
She looked like she was resisting verbally, yet she obeyed every instruction without a fuss—clearly, she was a naive girl in all sorts of ways. And this was a command given with no Suggestion active at all, mind you.
Having already been thoroughly trained under Suggestion once, she'd apparently lost the will to resist, and couldn't even muster the thought of defying the me of right now.
'If she's this docile, I could probably work my way to her back door by the end of the day.'
I hadn't told her to come prepared for that, but it didn't really matter. I'd deliberately packed the tools needed for an enema just in case something like this came up.
It wasn't that I had any particular scatological inclinations—but in this world, there were plenty of adult toys made from monster materials, after all.
Anyway, deciding to leave that particular pleasure for later, I was busily enjoying Min Ye-won's reactions when the door opened and a restaurant server stepped inside.
“I'll bring out your next course now.”
“……!”
Startled by the server's sudden appearance, Min Ye-won's head snapped up.
I hadn't heard the sound of pants being zipped up or anything like that, so her hand was probably still busy under the table as we spoke.
For all I knew, her fingers might still be inside her. And if she got caught, an unmistakable scene was bound to follow.
…Which was exactly what made it so entertaining.
“Dip the skin and the meat in the seafood sauce, then wrap it all up with vegetables in the thin pancake like so….”
-Vrrrrrrm.
“Nnh—?!”
At the faint hum of vibration, Min Ye-won hastily clapped a hand over her mouth, panicking.
Her other hand was still under the table, which meant it was, in fact, still inside her.
“S-sorry.”
The instant the server's gaze shifted to her, she hurriedly ducked her head and then looked away in the opposite direction.
There was no way she'd actually been feeling it from a single little rotor. Most likely she'd simply been flustered, pure and simple. The way she fidgeted, worried the sound would give her away, was quite a sight to behold too.
Fortunately, throughout Min Ye-won's whole flustered performance, the server never noticed her odd behavior, and only after the door quietly closed behind them did she finally relax and let out a small breath.
“Haah, haaaah….”
“Good work. Glad you didn't get caught.”
“…What?”
At my shameless remark, Min Ye-won lifted her head with an expression of pure incredulity and fixed me with a sharp glare.
“Wh-why would you turn it on NOW?! I-I had my pants down, I could've been caught!”
“But you weren't, so it's fine. You can endure at least that much, can't you?”
“Th-that's not the point….”
“Enough, hurry up and eat. When else are you going to get Peking duck like this?”
“…….”
She looked like she wanted to yell at me, but apparently she couldn't quite kill her interest in the dish sitting in front of her, because she quietly shut her mouth and picked up her chopsticks.
Even in the middle of all this, appetite came before anger. She really is delightfully simple.
“You heard the explanation earlier, right? You put the meat and veggies dipped in sauce on top of the pancake and eat it.”
“I-I know that already!”
Right. And she was just about to sloppily dunk the whole thing in sauce and cram it in her mouth, wasn't she.
Not that I particularly cared how Min Ye-won ate. I'd only said it because I wanted to see her argue back all indignant.
-Munch munch.
“Mmmf, mmm…. mmph….”
She stuffed an entire pancake piled high with meat and vegetables into her mouth and chewed, savoring it.
Charitably described, she was eating heartily; less charitably, she was shoveling it in like an animal. Thankfully, since the girl herself was pretty, it didn't look especially ugly or gross.
I did kind of want to see her jolt in surprise when the rotor suddenly stirred from below mid-meal, though….
'Well, even a dog knows not to disturb someone while they're eating.'
No need to push it that far. If she sprayed the food in her mouth everywhere in this situation, the loss would be entirely mine.
For a girl who could switch gears to appetite that fast, ruining her ability to even enjoy a proper meal would only complicate the training.
Rather than making her suspicious of my every move, it was better to train her while keeping to a reasonable line. That way Min Ye-won would know I wouldn't cross a certain boundary, and she could relax accordingly.
…So I left her alone through the meal, and timed it so that when she'd nearly finished the second course, I handed her the second item.
“Here, the second one.”
“…Huh?”
At the word second, Min Ye-won's expression stiffened slightly.
When I opened my fist and showed her what was inside, her face scrunched up even harder.
“Wh-why are you giving me another one?!”
“What do you mean, why. It's your second gift.”
“I d-don't need it!”
The second rotor—identical in design to the first, only a different color.
Min Ye-won made it abundantly obvious she had no intention of accepting it, but naturally, I had no plans to take it back.
“Enough, just take it like a good girl. I never said that one was the only gift, did I?”
“…No. O-one's already plenty! B-because of you I'm in a place like this with my clothes off, and I p…put it… i-inside….”
“Whether it's enough or not is my decision to make, not yours.”
It wasn't as though one was filling her up down there anyway. A girl who'd already taken my cock twice was being awfully dramatic about this.
After forcibly pressing the second rotor into Min Ye-won's hand, I persuaded her the same way as before—half threat, half otherwise.
“Enough. Hurry up and put it in. Like you did before.”
“…I have to put it in… again….”
“If you don't hurry, the server's coming back. Or should I put it in for you myself?”
“…F-fine! I-I'll do it myself, so don't come any closer….”
She'd be touched and filled to her heart's content eventually anyway, so what was the point of putting up a fight now?
Even so, I could hear the sound of her obediently undoing her pants buckle and lowering the zipper—apparently the near-miss from earlier had genuinely rattled her, in more ways than one.
-Shlick!
“Nnngh, hnnngh….”
Along with the sound of the second rotor sliding quickly into her pussy, Min Ye-won let out another faintly obscene noise, her face flushing red.
At that point I turned both rotors on at once, and her flustered reaction was honestly rather cute.
-Vrrrrrrm.
“Nngh, h-hey…!! D-don't just turn it on suddenly…!!”
“That's what I gave it to you for?”
“At l-least wait until I have my clothes all the way on…! Ah, I'm still not dressed….”
-Rrrroll.
“I'll bring out your next course now.”
“…Hh, hnnn.”
Min Ye-won had been about to argue with me about something, but at the server's re-entry she hastily shut her mouth and looked away.
Imagining her pants pooled around her ankles under that table, I couldn't help the laughter that kept leaking out of me.
The meal at that upscale Chinese restaurant had produced far more excellent dishes than she'd expected.
A single meal had cost her nearly two weeks' worth of grocery money, so under normal circumstances she should have been every bit as satisfied as that implied. But for Min Ye-won right now, nothing could have been further from the truth.
For the entire time they were in the restaurant, that strange, unpleasant fullness in her lower belly made it impossible to focus on the food.
'Lee Seon-ho, you perverted bastard….'
Who knew that every time a new dish arrived, he'd demand she put in one more rotor?
Only around the fourth one, pushed along by his insistence, did Min Ye-won finally grasp the pattern of Lee Seon-ho's rules. Of course, even figuring it out gave her no way to fight back.
The one small mercy was that after the final dessert, he hadn't ordered her to put in anything more. One could argue that at this point, six or seven made no real difference—but to Min Ye-won, it mattered.
-Vrrrm.
“Nnh, hnn….”
-Bzzt, bzzzz….
“Hnngh…!! Hah, haah….”
The six rotors already inside her body were each vibrating at a different intensity, stimulating her from every angle.
If even one more had been added, she genuinely might not have held out. Even now, every step she took was an exercise in rigid concentration.
Feeling revulsion at Lee Seon-ho, who watched her struggle with eyes that looked distinctly entertained, she did her best to walk with an air of composure.
“Where to next?”
“…What?”
“Well, we've had dinner. Figured we'd start heading somewhere else. Want to grab a drink for round two?”
“…….”
…Who the hell would want to drink with a bastard like you?
Min Ye-won barely stopped herself from spitting the words out.
She'd only had two or three glasses of soju at dinner; any more and the alcohol might genuinely have loosened her tongue. And since Lee Seon-ho hadn't particularly pressed her to drink, she'd stopped at three.
'What do I do? If I say I don't want to go, he'll probably pull some other weird stunt….'
He might abruptly cast one of those buffs on her again, like last time, and make her perform—claiming she'd begged to drink with him, that she wanted it.
That horrifying memory—the sensation of her own emotions twisting completely out of shape, of becoming someone else entirely.
Even now, she still had nightmares sometimes, dreams where a version of herself who loved Lee Seon-ho appeared. Because of that, she felt she had to prevent that outcome at all costs, and she cautiously opened her mouth to say yes—
“Or somewhere else is fine too. If you're tired, we could just head to a hotel.”
“…….”
“If you don't want drinks, a café works. There's one nearby that stays open late on weekends—we could sip coffee at our leisure and chat.”
Confronted with a second and third option in a row, Min Ye-won found herself hesitating, just a little.
When the only choice on the table had been a bar, it had felt like being marched to the next destination against her will, and the resentment had burned. But with two more options added, somehow she now felt like she'd been given a choice.
The resentment she'd felt toward his attitude—that he refused to send her home and insisted on keeping her by his side—had, at some point, quietly slipped her mind entirely. And so she began genuinely weighing the three options laid out before her.
'The hotel is… absolutely out.'
It was the place where she'd first been violated by Lee Seon-ho—and a place where, once inside, she wouldn't be getting out until at least the next morning.
This was a man who had once dragged her, naked, through the streets on a snowy winter night. With his perverted tendencies, if he took her to a hotel, she could see exactly how the rest of the night would unfold.
The moment she imagined lying tangled in the sheets with him on a bed, her stomach threatened to turn inside out.
'The bar's risky too, if I end up getting drunk by accident….'
If she got tipsy and let her true feelings slip, she might provoke him—and in a drunken state, she'd be that much more defenseless against whatever buffs he cast on her.
Which left, quite naturally, only one option. Even this late at night, a café was bound to have at least some people around, which meant he couldn't order her to do anything too outrageous like last time.
“…The café.”
Choosing the least horrifying of the three, Min Ye-won cautiously settled on their next destination.
“Alright, then let's go to the café over by that intersection up ahead.”
Truthfully, Lee Seon-ho had expected exactly this answer from Min Ye-won from the very start.