Obedience Training (3)
“Haah, hnn…. Mmm, mmfhh, hah….”
Rolling around on the floor, Choi Marie gazed up at me with faintly lewd moans.
Her docile obedience to my every word had put me in a good mood, and I'd played with her a little harder than usual because of it.
“Whew, hah, whewww….”
…At this rate, I'm not sure I can move on to the next phase of training.
Still, there was one piece of good news. Between her thighs, the pink of her workout leggings had gone subtly darker.
All I'd done was treat her like a puppy and tickle her a bit, yet there she was, soaked through. That meant, presumably, that she was aroused herself.
Getting worked up from just a little fondling of her stomach meant that, little by little, Choi Marie was starting to take pleasure in submitting to me.
It was proof that the Suggestion from our last session had taken root properly. Her body was now accepting 'being treated like a pet' and 'being tickled' as positive experiences.
“Get up, Choi Marie.”
“Yes… mm, woof…!!”
…She still seemed to think she was a dog, judging by that answer.
Smiling to myself where she couldn't see, I resumed the 'instinct suppression training' as I had before.
“Assume the stance. It's instinct suppression training from here on. You don't have to make puppy sounds anymore.”
“Mm… y-yes!”
Adjusting her posture, I quietly entertained the thought that if I trained her well, I might raise her into a loyal guard dog even more devoted than Cha Eunju—she was already this far along, after all.
Back ramrod straight, legs slightly apart, both arms extended forward as if holding a shield.
It was a defensive stance, shield raised—yet one that concealed nothing, exposing every sensitive part of her body.
“Imagine it. This is a real combat situation, and your shield is the only thing keeping me alive.”
“…Yes!”
“The moment you lose your nerve and break position, I die. Got it?”
“……Yes.”
After invoking the memory of the monster wave at the park and layering on a little guilt, I moved my hand straight to Choi Marie's side.
To that soft, bare skin left utterly defenseless by the sports crop top she wore and nothing else.
“Hah—hnng…!!”
“Don't move. Reset your stance.”
“Nnngh, yes, hah…!”
Choi Marie endured my fingers against her bare skin, trembling like a leaf as she held out as long as she could.
When I teased her with slow, stealthy strokes of my index and middle fingers, her body wavered in place, little by little.
Watching her grit her teeth and endure anyway, I drew both hands up along her body this time.
-Poke. Poke-poke.
“Ah, haah…!! Nnngh…!!”
The sensation of being probed deep inside her armpits wrung an even more sensitive reaction out of her, and she shuddered.
Guess having done this once before means she's not panicking as much as last time.
Her tolerance for the tickling itself was about the same, though.
Didn't really matter. Whether she endured well or not was never the important part.
If she collapsed midway, I'd give her a light scolding and pick her back up. If she held out, I'd naturally escalate the intensity.
And right now, Choi Marie was enduring admirably without me even needing to push her—so all that remained was to turn the dial up.
After all, it's about time Marie and I started making real progress.
I was a little worried about what would happen once the Suggestion wore off, but hesitating over it would only slow down her training.
I needed to push the pace as far as I could while the guilt from the incident where she'd nearly gotten me killed still lingered in Choi Marie's heart.
-Squish.
“Hnnh—haaah?!”
With both hands pushed slightly inward from her armpits, I began stealthily tickling whatever my fingers found.
The underside of Choi Marie's breast brushed against my fingertips. I'd accidentally groped her once or twice before, but this was the first time I'd laid a hand there so brazenly—and her reaction carried a distinct note of flustered surprise.
“Don't get any weird ideas. This is just training.”
“…Yes, hahh….”
Judging by how the lewd energy was already creeping into her voice, she clearly wasn't thinking of it as 'just training' anymore.
But if I didn't bring this to a proper close, she'd be on her guard for certain from the moment today's Suggestion ended.
So I resolved to condition her body all the more thoroughly, and stimulated her chest with a bolder touch.
The sensation of Lee Seonho's fingertips tracing a slow path around the swell of her chest.
Feeling it with painful clarity, Choi Marie kept holding her breath and enduring, shield stance intact.
Seonho, my junior…. why, why does his touch keep getting bolder and bolder….
Him treating her like a pet and giving her orders—that much, she had braced herself for.
Being laid out on the floor, tickled across the stomach, and praised for it—she could reasonably allow that much.
Tickling her sides and armpits for the instinct suppression training—it skirted the line, but hadn't quite crossed it.
But the place Lee Seonho's hands had now landed—no matter how you sliced it, even Choi Marie couldn't help thinking this was going a bit too far.
-Rub, rub.
“Haah, hnn, hnngh, nn….”
The sensation of fingertips prodding and stroking and stimulating the area around her chest.
She couldn't possibly fail to notice that at some point, the tickling had turned into outright groping—and so, naturally, a question formed in Choi Marie's head.
This feels like he's just… touching me openly.
…Honestly, it wasn't that strange.
He was a good-natured kid, sure, but Seonho was still a man—and a man in the prime of his youth would inevitably have an interest in a woman's body.
Besides, holding back his instincts in front of a woman as pretty and well-built as her was probably an uphill battle in itself.
And she was supposedly hypnotized right now, which meant none of this would stay in her memory anyway. …Well, in reality she wasn't actually hypnotized—she was just 'pretending to be hypnotized'—but there was no way her naive junior had caught on to that.
Wanting to grope a woman's chest on pure instinct wasn't beyond her capacity to understand, either.
What do I do…. If I tell him to stop now, he'll find out I've been faking the hypnosis this whole time….
But was it really right to allow this—him openly groping her chest like this?
Trapped between two equally mortifying options, Choi Marie reached a careful decision.
…Right. Either way, this is technically part of the training.
Wanting to flee from the sensation of a man's hands on her breasts, fondling and squeezing—in a sense, that was instinct suppression training too.
If he'd grabbed her chest with zero context, she might have resisted. But as things stood, Seonho had a legitimate justification for putting his hands on her breasts.
And properly speaking, she was supposed to be hypnotized right now—no memories, feeling nothing. That was the 'normal' outcome.
…She'd granted him the hypnosis having already anticipated the possibility of things reaching this point, so it felt somehow off for her to start resisting now.
And I still owe Seonho…. It's better to just let it slide….
A minor bit of mischief—him satisfying his own desires while doubling as her training—was something she could easily forgive.
With thoughts like these, Choi Marie somehow rationalized her current situation.
-Squeeze.
“Nnn—hnnngh?!”
…It was right around then that she felt Seonho's hand, which had been circling her chest, land on the most sensitive spot of all.
-Squeeze, squeeze.
“Nnnh, hnn, hah…?!”
-Round and round, round and round.
“Haaaah, hnn, hnngh?!”
Fingertips pressing down on her nipple, then swirling in slow circles around it.
As her junior's fingers began moving with meticulous focus on her nipple, Choi Marie's composure started to crack.
No matter what, surely he wouldn't go this far—
If she hadn't been 'pretending to be hypnotized,' she could have swatted away a touch like this without breaking a sweat.
But his hands didn't stop at a reasonable amount of teasing and fondling—they grew bolder, and lewd sounds began spilling from her lips despite herself.
-Rub, rub.
“Haaaah, hnn, hnnnngh…!!”
Trapping the areola between his thumb and middle finger while rolling his index finger up and down against it.
-Squueeze, squueeze.
“Haaaah, hnn, hnnggggh…!!”
Pinching her nipple outright through the fabric with two fingers and pulling outward, over and over.
Movements that were, for all practical purposes, indistinguishable from breast worship—and Choi Marie's breathing grew ragged by degrees.
H-he really is going all the way…. M-maybe I should stop this….
The impulse to put an end to it kept circling through her head.
If she didn't rein in her junior now, there would never again be a chance to correct this idiotic arrangement.
Better to make him stop for good while she was only this embarrassed, her mind reasoned, and then give him a proper scolding—
B-but if I tell him to stop and he actually stops…. then everything stays exactly the same as it's always been….
His surrender to instinct was what had brought them here in the first place, and stopping now somehow felt like running away from herself. Her mind churned through the conflict endlessly.
Reason and instinct. Dignity and shame. Her relationship with her junior, and the guilt she carried toward him.
And through all of that agonizing, Lee Seonho's hands never stopped their slow worship of her chest.
“Ha—haa, hnnnnnngh?!”
Something like a bolt of lightning erupted from somewhere deep inside her, and Choi Marie's spine went rigid.
Wait—no. Don't tell me—
By the time she understood, it was already too late.
After that short, violent surge of sensation from deep within her body, her lower half began to tremble, as if reacting to pleasure.
The heat smoldering beneath me made it clear that I had just pushed her to a 'minor orgasm' moments ago.
D-did I just… come a little…. H-he didn't notice, did he…?
That much, absolutely, could never be discovered. If he found out, every ounce of the senior's dignity she'd built up in front of him would evaporate completely.
She didn't want him knowing she'd come mid-training, and climaxing from nothing more than having her chest touched was a blow to her pride in its own right.
Running on the last fumes of her strength, Choi Marie kept her trembling legs under her and held the 'shield stance.'
“You're holding up well. Good job, Marie.”
-Pat, pat.
“Hnn…. Y-yes….”
Light praise, followed by a hand stroking her head.
Listening to her junior's words, laced as they were with some hidden playfulness, Choi Marie quietly reaffirmed her belief that he had touched her chest on purpose—and that it was fine.
It's fine. At this point, the chest is… whatever….
They'd accidentally brushed against each other plenty of times while working out together, and if she framed it as part of training, it wasn't that strange.
…And if it was Seonho, then her chest was right on the edge of acceptable.
It's my fault for teasing him today, anyway.
She'd deliberately worn such a revealing outfit because she'd expected another tickling session like last time—so it was only natural for her junior's instincts to run a little wild.
With that thought, Choi Marie steeled herself to accept his training meekly and completely.
-Sliiide.
“…….”
…Entirely apart from that resolution, Lee Seonho's hands were now drifting down—this time toward her lower half.