Under the Table (3)
It felt as though my senses had been severed in an instant. I'd been steeling myself, waiting to endure whatever pleasure came at the very last moment—and then nothing came at all. A hollow, empty sensation, like floating in midair. Whether it was some incomprehensible feeling that was neither pleasure nor pain, a words I didn't even understand spilled out of my own mouth before I could stop them.
"Wh-what… what was…?"
…What was that, anyway? Just moments ago, I'd been certain I wasn't going to make it. But this bastard Lee Seon-ho showed no sign whatsoever of stopping, so I'd resolved myself—fine, if I was going to go over the edge, I'd just have to hold out somehow. And then, right when I'd finished bracing for it, he suddenly stops doing anything? What the hell was that supposed to be?
'I'm glad I didn't go, I guess….' But the emotion flooding my chest was far too hollow to just leave it at that. It felt like every sensation in my body had been cut off, like some deep place inside my lower belly had been left aching and empty. My heart had readied itself to be filled to the brim, and nothing poured in—so all that remained was this frustrating, hollow ache.
…Honestly, there was no way not to get angry about this.
"Hey, are you kidding me…?"
"What is it, Yewon?"
"Wh-what the hell was that just now?! Why did you—why'd you stop in the middle of it?!"
"Hm? Stop in the middle of what?"
"Wh-what you were just doing! I-I was about to—just a little more and I would've been right there, and then you suddenly…!!"
"Okay, okay—keep your voice down. Someone's going to hear you."
"Hup…!!"
At Lee Seon-ho's words I clapped a hand over my mouth and whipped my head around. Thankfully, just like before, there was no one nearby. A few people sat off in the distance, apparently studying on their own—but none of them were looking this way, so it seemed I hadn't been caught after all.
I took a breath, calmed myself, and sank back into my seat—and that shameless bastard Lee Seon-ho just turned the question right back on me.
"What? Yewon, don't tell me you actually wanted to come?"
"…Wh-what?!"
"Your reaction kind of gives it away, you know. 'You were about to make me come, why'd you stop'…? Judging by how you're acting, you're honestly mad because you didn't get to."
"…D-don't talk shit. I-I'm not some pervert like you…."
"Really? Then what are you mad about?"
"……"
…His shameless question left me with nothing. Because there was nothing to rebut it with. If I was being honest with myself, that really was why I was angry. So I couldn't answer. Because admitting it would mean admitting I was just as much a pervert as this guy.
'Insane. Absolutely cannot say it.' There was still a tingling ache lingering below—but no. I couldn't. Saying it out loud in the first place would just be giving this bastard exactly the reaction he wanted. If only to avoid giving this perverted bastard what he wanted, I had to deny it, somehow, no matter what…
"Well, if you don't want to say it, you don't have to."
-Slide.
"Nnh—hup?!"
The moment his fingers began pushing back inside me, another strange sound escaped my throat before I could help it.
"Someday, Yewon, you'll feel like telling me too."
-Slide, slide.
"Ngh…. haah, ah…!"
"We've got plenty of time, anyway. Take all the time you need to think it over."
-Slide, slide.
"Haaah, nnn, hup…!! Nnn, nngh…!!"
With that infuriatingly relaxed smile stretching across his face, he drove the fingers buried inside me deeper, stabbing them in slow and deliberate. Faced with that obscene, shameless movement, all I could do was hold my breath and smother every sound trying to escape.
'She's holding out tougher than I expected.' Going by her usual simple, blunt personality, I'd assumed she'd be begging me to let her finish within minutes. Even with my fingers buried inside her, working her over, Min Yewon was stubbornly holding out—honestly, it surprised me a little.
'Well, I guess she's got the mental fortitude befitting a main villain of the original.' In the novel, she'd crawled into Black Moon as Jo Jin-hyun's lackey, and yet outlived Jo Jin-hyun himself, clinging on and obstructing things to the bitter end. She was a woman whose head was simple, almost stupid—but her tenacity and willpower were anything but lacking. It's just that those qualities rarely worked in anyone's favor, least of all her own.
Originally, I'd planned to condition her roughly and then move somewhere else… but with her digging in like this, the plan needed a slight revision.
'Better to firmly settle the master-servant dynamic before we move. I should also teach her what a "reward" is and what a "punishment" is.' Once she'd internalized orgasm as a reward, everything after became far easier. Especially given that I could make her obey sweetly with fingers alone—no material compensation required. Of course, for that to work, the punishment side of the ledger had to be just as unambiguous.
Until now, she'd simply assumed that pleasure came standard with sex alongside me. From today onward, that assumption needed correcting.
-Slide, slide.
"Ngh, nnghh…!!"
-Slide, slide, slide.
"Haah, nn, th-that, haaahn…!!"
I drove my middle finger deep inside her, pushing the rotor within her to an even greater depth. Once I'd made enough room, I curled my fingertip and pressed firmly against the inner wall. I'd touched this place enough times by now that I could find her sweet spot without even looking. Somewhere around here, there was a slight raised patch of flesh—
-Press.
"Ugh, nnghhh…?!"
At the feeling of her G-spot being ground down, Min Yewon let out yet another lewd cry and slumped forward onto the table. It was noisy up close, but she was still suppressing the volume as much as she could. Loud enough that anyone paying attention to us might notice… but it seemed no one in this twenty-four-hour late-night cafe had that much interest in their fellow patrons.
Judging it would probably be fine to torment her further, I slid my index finger in as well, spreading her open from within with two fingers and working the spot.
-Squelch….
"Hoo, nngh, hup…!! Huunggh…!!"
The instant I confirmed her inner muscles twitching, fluttering toward the brink once more, I swiftly drew my fingers together and went still, quietly waiting for her excitement to ebb.
"…Nnn, nn, haah…? H-haeh…?"
Her legs had clamped tight, as if bracing to accept the pleasure—and then the sensation simply stopped. Min Yewon lifted her head, voice bewildered. Even watching from the side, her reactions were so transparent, so utterly unguarded, that her emotions came through loud and clear.
"Y-you…!! You're doing this on purpose…!!"
"What? Feeling like telling me why you're angry now?"
"N-no…. It's, I-I'm not… not angry…."
Unable to suppress the emotion surging up in her, she lunged at me—then caught herself, realizing what admitting it would cost her, and hurriedly averted her eyes, changing the subject. Seeing that reaction, I figured she was already nearly broken. I set my fingers moving against her sagging body once more.
-Slide, slide.
"Ugh, nn, st-stop it…. P-please, stop…."
"Tell me honestly why you were angry, and I'll stop."
"……Haah, hup…!! Nnn, ngh…!!"
Her eyes wavered for a heartbeat—but in the end, Min Yewon chose to keep her mouth shut and endure. She had to know that giving up would be easier at this point, yet seeing her hold out like this confirmed it: the girl was a genuine fool. Still, one or two more rounds of this foolishness and she'd give up on her own. Repeated denials right at the peak had done their work—this time, her body readied itself for orgasm noticeably faster.
-Squelch!
"……Nnup?!"
She even tried moving her hips herself, desperate to shove herself over the edge—but I withdrew my fingers a beat ahead of her.
"Nnnghh………!!! Nnn, nnnghhh…!!"
Apparently she'd considered this her trump card. If she came by moving on her own while pretending not to notice anything, she figured she'd be spared the humiliation of baring her true feelings. It was such a transparent maneuver that it felt almost pathetic. As if there were any scheme Min Yewon could dream up that I wouldn't see coming.
'At this point, letting her come somewhere like this isn't even under consideration.' As long as she got permission to finish, she didn't seem to care about the aftermath. She probably had no idea I was carrying a change of clothes, so her logic was: as long as she could actually reach orgasm, the rest didn't matter. And she couldn't very well take herself in hand and masturbate—that would wound her pride even more. There was exactly one thing Min Yewon needed to do to get what she wanted: be honest. Until then, I would keep up this maddening teasing, whether she suffered from it or not.
-Rub.
"Nnn, ughhh…."
-Tap.
When I brought my fingers up over her underwear and stroked her clitoris gently, she let out a whimper and grabbed my wrist. Unable to tell me to stop, yet on the verge of tears as it went on—the sight was so absurdly arousing it defied reason. And the fact that she still couldn't bring herself to actively block me meant that somewhere in her heart, she was craving the pleasure. Part of it, no doubt, was fear of the retaliation that would come home to her if she resisted too hard.
I met Min Yewon's eyes—every last corner of her heart laid bare before me—and asked again, deliberately wearing the most infuriatingly shameless expression I could manage.
"What is it, Yewon? Why are you suddenly grabbing my arm?"
"D-don't… don't…."
"Don't what?"
"D-don't do that thing…. I-it's been, over and over, since before…."
"Say it like that and I have no idea what you mean."
"…Nn, nnghh…."
Min Yewon stared up at me with eyes that looked ready to burst into tears at any moment. She might as well have answered without opening her mouth—but this particular confession I had to hear clearly, no shortcuts. Body and mind both worn down by the endless cycle of denied climaxes, the honest confession finally tumbled from Min Yewon's lips.
"S-stop touching me right up to the edge with your fingers…. P-please, just stop…."
"Why? But that's not what you were mad about earlier, is it?"
"…Th-that IS what I was mad about…. I-I'll admit it, so please, just stop…."
"……"
"I-if you're going to do it, then finish it…. Keep stopping right before, cutting it off every time…. I-I'm seriously going to lose my mind…."
A surrender declaration, finally wrung from the mouth of a girl who'd spent nearly thirty minutes climbing to the brink of orgasm only to fall back down, over and over. Even this, though, wasn't enough. To make Min Yewon truly docile, I had to crush even the last shred of pride she clung to.
"Then say it. 'Please let me come.' Beg me."
"…What?"
"Say, 'please let me come.' Beg me for it. If you really want to come."
"……"
"Or don't. It makes no difference to me either way."
-Rub.
"Nnh, hp?!"
Wearing an expression of perfect, unbothered indifference, I brought my fingers back to her clitoris and stroked it slowly. A light press, a slight circling rub—and every time I paused, her body bucked upward. This time, too, she couldn't shake the fear that I might stop right before the peak again, and her desperation showed in even her reflexive physical responses.
"P-please, let me… come…."
It didn't take long at all—before Min Yewon's mouth spilled out a declaration of total surrender.