Beneath the Table (2)
Little by little, and yet unmistakably, Lee Seonho's hand crept toward the very center of her thighs. Min Yewon sat taut as a bowstring, glancing nervously around her as his touch closed in like a venus flytrap slowly binding her in its trap.
'Th-that son of a bitch Lee Seonho, seriously….'
The movement was so blatant there was no mistaking which part of her he was aiming for. Slipping between her thighs, and then climbing steadily higher within them, his hand made her legs flinch shut on pure instinct.
Squeeze!
"Hah, haah…."
…No more. I can't take any more.
Maybe if they were in a hotel room, but not here—not one bit more. The rotors already buzzing away inside her were hard enough to endure on their own; now she was supposed to withstand his hand too?
Honestly, she wasn't confident she could. Everything she'd experienced so far proved one thing beyond doubt: this man knew exactly what he was doing when it came to setting her body alight.
Not here, ab-absolutely not….
If she accidentally climaxed inside the café, she had no idea how she could ever smooth things over after. Not the faintest clue.
Which was why Min Yewon instinctively clenched her thighs and seized his hand in a vise grip. She was a Physical Enhancement Type, after all—holding his hand in place with the strength of her legs was more than within her power.
"Yewon, relax your legs."
"…Hah, haah…."
"I said relax your legs, Yewon."
"Hoo, h-hoooh…."
…The problem was that Min Yewon's head was so hopelessly scrambled she couldn't hear a word of his advice. When she answered only with ragged breathing, Lee Seonho chose a more direct way of speaking to her body.
Vvvvrrrmmm….
"Ngh, hukk?!"
A fourth rotor shuddered suddenly to life inside her. Min Yewon panicked at how much sharper her senses had grown—though it wasn't entirely a drawback. It did manage to boil her cluttered mind down to a single thought, so chaotic that she hadn't even had spare attention for the voice right beside her.
"Yewon. Relax your legs."
"……."
The voice and the expression carried an intention too obvious to miss: obey, or find out what he'd do next. After a long, shuddering breath, Min Yewon slowly let the tension drain from her thighs. She could easily imagine what future awaited her if she kept resisting here.
Slither.
"Hnn, hnnk…."
The moment her grip loosened, his fingertips slid upward as if it were only natural. The hand gliding along her inner thigh crept toward her core, and her whole body tensed and curled in on itself.
Rub.
"Ngh, hah?!"
When the touch found the most sensitive part of her, a moan slipped out before she could stop it, and she fought desperately to swallow the rest.
Squueeeze.
"Ngh, n-hah…."
He pressed down broad and slow with his palm, rubbing across her entire sex through the fabric. Warm pressure bled through her clothes, then his fingertips gathered and dragged against her in lazy circles right at her entrance—and her body responded all on its own.
Rub, rub.
"Haaah, h-hnn…."
It's still… bearable. For now.
And yet, to think he'd openly toy with her most sensitive place here, of all places. In the very instant she was fuming at his absurdly self-centered behavior, opening her mouth to spit out some complaint—
Pressss.
"……!!!"
Min Yewon's voice died in her throat as if something had stuffed it shut. A sensation of one spot on her body being compressed and pressed down hard through her clothes.
Even through thick trousers, his fingers had found the exact spot of her clitoris and bore down on it. It was uncanny—she might have marveled at it, if the sensation flooding her body hadn't been far too overwhelming for admiration.
Press, pressss.
"Nn…! Hah…!!"
He held the pressure steady, grinding slowly against her clit through the fabric, working it in steady pulses. As the feeling of orgasm swelled up from her lower half, Min Yewon couldn't help the instinctive wave of resistance.
'N-no, I can't….'
If she came here, in this place, there'd be hell to pay afterward. No change of clothes, and even if she had one, how would she change? And how was she supposed to clean up the seat they'd been sitting in without drawing a single eye?
And it wasn't as if she could simply slap his hand away, either. If she forced his grip off, he'd only flick another one of the rotors inside her to life; and even setting that aside, he had plenty of ways to hold her under his thumb.
And she was just a little further from climax—she didn't want to end it in this half-finished state, not when—
'Wh-what am I even thinking, Min Yewon! Get a grip!'
She caught herself mid-thought, appalled at how briefly her mind had been hijacked by pleasure, and tried with all her might to focus on simply enduring the sensations rising from below. But the human brain knows nothing of negation—the harder she tried not to think about the feeling in her lower body, the more vividly it bloomed.
Tap, tap-tap.
"Nngh, hah…!! Hnnk…!!"
Now he was flicking her clitoris directly with his fingertip, fiddling with it so brazenly it seemed he was simply determined to push her over the edge. Cold sweat prickled across her whole body; she'd been holding out, but she was reaching her limit. One more sensitive pulse, and she felt she could tip over at any moment.
Just one touch. Just one more flick of her clit and she'd be there.
Just one more, just like this—
"…!"
"……."
"……?"
But for some reason, his hand stopped—dead center, at the exact moment before it happened. For Min Yewon, wound up to her very limit, it was the more flustering outcome of the two. She'd already resigned herself to being pushed over the edge, having resolved that if it was coming anyway, she would at least keep her outward composure.
"H-hey… S-Seonho…."
"Hmm? What?"
"…No. It's nothing."
She couldn't exactly come out and ask why he stopped right before I came, so Min Yewon had no choice but to fall quietly silent.
While, deep in her heart, grievances over the orgasm she'd been denied piled up little by little.
"No, it's nothing."
She'd glared at me like I'd wronged her somehow, then finally averted her eyes and gave a cautious little shake of her head. Her reaction was so transparent I could read every thought in her head without her saying a word. So being stopped right before orgasm really did bother her that much, huh.
Well, of course it did—I understood completely. For a man, getting stopped right before finishing is stress beyond measure, and I doubted women were all that different.
Which was exactly why I'd stopped just short on purpose, to piss her off. Right now, sending Min Yewon over the edge would be less a punishment and more a reward.
'She's the one who opened her mouth and said she wanted to go to the café, so she can take her punishment like a good girl.'
If she'd suggested the hotel from the start, I might have let her off easy—after all, that would have meant her training had progressed to a certain point. But the moment she insisted on the café, it meant she still needed more training.
For a girl like her, a prize like 'orgasm' was still premature. Besides, if I made her come in a place like this, the cleanup would be a nightmare.
I had brought a towel and a spare skirt just in case, but even accounting for those, tidying up wouldn't be easy. If it were Cha Eunju or Kim Isabel, I could have handled it with a little ability—but Min Yewon was a Physical Enhancement Type, with no such conveniences.
Once we move to a hotel, I'll let you come until you're satisfied, I told her only in my head—and this time, undid her pants button and drew down her zipper.
Ziiip.
"H-hey…!"
Alarmed by my suddenly stripping her, Min Yewon scrambled to seize my hand in both of hers in protest. Since I couldn't beat her in raw strength anyway, I talked her down calmly instead—seasoned with just a hint of menace.
"Wh-what are you doing…! I-if you suddenly strip me here, everyone will see!"
"It's a corner seat. As long as you keep your mouth shut, nobody sees a thing."
"They will! Wh-what if someone walks in?!"
"…And? So. You don't want to?"
"N-no, that's…."
Her senses returning too late, the death grip on my wrist slowly slackened. There were still two more rotors inside her with their switches untouched, after all.
It was going to happen either way—if she resisted and he flicked one more on, she would be the one suffering for it. And Yewon knew that too. That was why the grip loosened; she knew that if I suddenly flipped another rotor and picked up where I'd left off, the loss would be all hers.
Slither.
"……."
Min Yewon answered by silently releasing my wrist instead of words.
"Good. Smart choice."
"…If we get caught, I'll k-kill you…."
"We won't get caught, I told you."
Oh, so whether we get caught is the only thing that matters now.
She said it as though, at some point, she'd simply come to accept the fact that I was touching her lower body for no reason at all. A faint but unmistakable glimpse of how her training was progressing.
While savoring that thought, I rubbed my right hand over her panties a few times, then slowly, pushed my fingers inside.
Slither.
"……Hah!"
Min Yewon went rigid at the feel of my fingers slipping directly beneath her panties. Startled or not, I carried on as if I were merely doing what needed doing, pushing my fingers deeper inside.
Rub.
"Nnngh, haaah…."
My hand slid slickly along her soaked skin. I wedged my middle finger between her folds, then used my index and ring fingers to pinch and hold the soft, plump flesh on either side.
Squeeze, squeeze, squeeze.
With three fingers trapping the tender flesh on both sides, Min Yewon's body shivered with the sweetest little sounds. This time I drew my fingers back slightly, brought my fingertips up to her clitoris, and gave it a light squeeze.
Squeeze.
"Hah, hnnk…!!"
It had already swollen out from its hood, so finding it gave me no trouble at all—which, in turn, meant her body was thoroughly, desperately aroused.
Pressing and releasing with my fingertips in a steady rhythm, I trained her body with regular pulses, teaching it to fall in line with my hand.
Tap, tap, tap.
"Hah, n-nngh…!! Hah, h-hahhhh…!!"
Min Yewon clamped both hands over her mouth, fighting with everything she had to muffle her moans (though most of them were leaking out anyway). If the café had been just a little busier, she might well have been discovered.
It seemed she was hoping that this time she'd finally get to go—so I gave her clitoris a few more steady taps, two, three—
"……Nn, hah!!"
"……."
"……H-hah…?"
After a silence so tight her breath seemed to stop, Min Yewon's bewildered voice reached my ears—she clearly had no idea what had just happened.
"Wh-what…?"
Unable to climax, her heat left unresolved—she looked up at me with the pitiful, pleading eyes of a cat in heat.