Submission Training (4)
One climax, brought on by her chest alone—Choi Mari's reaction suggested she'd been pushed to a weak orgasm.
Her body swayed slightly, yet she still held her position, and there was something oddly admirable about that. Was this what it meant to be a heroine of Surviving the Hunter Academy, after all?
"Haah, hng, hnngh, hnn…"
That said, her ragged breathing, her trembling frame, and the sweat running down her whole body made it abundantly clear just how aroused Choi Mari already was.
Watching her force herself to endure stirred something in me, and my lower half hardened in response. Seeing her reshaped little by little into exactly my taste made it awfully hard to hold back my desires.
Given Choi Mari's personality, stopping here would normally be the safe call.
She was under Suggestion: Hypnosis right now, so she'd tolerate it for the moment—but there was no guarantee that once the suggestion wore off and she could think clearly, she'd let any of this slide.
If I brought my hand lower, especially—no matter how much lingering guilt I felt toward her, she wouldn't simply let that pass. Touching a woman's most intimate places when we weren't even dating went far, far beyond any line she'd be willing to forgive.
…And yet today, I'd resolved to cross that line boldly. Rather than dragging things out at a glacial pace, it made more sense to keep pace—more or less—with the progress I was making with the other heroines.
Besides, a certain degree of risk was necessary anyway.
I'd already worked out the solution. If there wasn't enough guilt to justify letting me touch her below the waist, then I simply had to make her commit an equally grave offense of her own.
With the thought that pushing forward quickly sometimes demanded boldness, I brought my hands to the soft insides of Choi Mari's thighs.
Sliiiide.
"Hngh, hnngh?!"
Between her parted legs. Both hands drifted toward the spot where the smallest movement would brush against her most secret place.
At first, I pressed my fingertips up and slowly teased the inner skin there, almost tickling—and in response, Choi Mari began to shiver, letting out the cutest little sounds.
Tickle.
"Hngh, hyaaaah!"
Tickle, tickle.
"Hnngh, heek, hyaaaah?!"
Instead of touching her directly, I deliberately teased everything around her, slowly, winding her nerves tight to the very limit.
Letting her imagine, in advance, the sensation that was about to touch her body. Letting her brace herself.
Once I had Choi Mari's body good and heated, I didn't hesitate.
With my fingers, I drew one slow stroke along the soft crevice between her legs, as if wiping across it once.
Sliiiide.
"Hah, hyaaaaaaah?!"
Exactly as predicted, Choi Mari reacted with exquisite sensitivity.
Perhaps because I'd primed her so thoroughly, even the lightest stimulation drew a violent response from her.
Her posture—which hadn't collapsed even when she'd tipped over the edge moments ago—very nearly crumbled from that single touch.
"Hold your position, Choi Mari. I told you not to let it break."
"…………Yes."
There was hesitation in that answer—which confirmed that I had, unmistakably, crossed Choi Mari's line.
If I released the suggestion while she was in this state, I could bet that from today onward, Choi Mari would never let herself fall under my hypnosis again.
If she showed this much resistance even while under suggestion, then once it lifted, that discomfort would turn into open revulsion toward me.
…Which meant that from this point on, I had to break her in—today, no matter what. So that even knowing I had committed an act that blatantly crossed the line, she would pretend not to know, and resolve to see this training through with me.
Rub, rub.
"Nngh, hng, hah…!"
I stroked boldly along her crevice, working her body into a frenzy.
That place had already been wet before my fingers ever reached it, and now it was shamelessly, unmistakably soaked.
Lewd fluid seeping through her underwear and training clothes, clinging stickily to my fingertips.
So she could feel it even more surely against my fingers, I traced slow circles along that adorable crevice, coaxing it wider little by little.
"Haah, hng, hnngh…!! Hnn, hnnnnngh…!!"
She bit down hard on her lower lip, struggling to hold back the sounds that threatened to spill out.
But her efforts were in vain—her lower lips told no lies, and they were growing wetter and louder by the second.
The line had been crossed long ago, so from here on, my only job was to focus on keeping her aroused.
With one hand, I probed and rubbed at the entrance of her sex; with the other, I drifted just slightly above that crevice—
Press.
"Ha, haaaaaaaah…?!"
When my fingertip pressed down precisely on her clitoris, Choi Mari's whole body arched backward for an instant.
"Haah, hng, hnngh, hng, haaaah…"
She leaned forward again a beat too late, trying to recover her posture, but the lewd sounds pouring out of her advertised exactly how much she was feeling it.
To continue her training properly, I needed to send her over the edge at least two or three more times—so my fingers never stopped moving.
Rub, rub.
"Hnngh, hnn, hyaaaaaah…!!"
With minute, repeated pressure, I gripped her clit and rubbed it.
Then I would slow to a stop, letting her overheated desire cool for a breath—only to start again the moment she relaxed, dialing the intensity of her pleasure up and down at will.
The stronger the stimulation, the more rigid her body grew, the more violently it trembled.
Light orgasms must have washed over her three or four times by now, but still I didn't stop.
To draw out the reaction I wanted, stimulation this mild simply wasn't going to be enough.
I traced my fingers along the faint outline of her bud showing through the fabric, then gently caught the clit—hard and swollen enough to be felt through two layers of cloth—giving it a soft twist.
"Ngh, hah…………?!"
And then I felt it: warm liquid spilling out from between the legs of Choi Mari, who had endured to the very last in her rigid stance.
Trickle, hisss…
"N-, nngh?! Hnnnnngh?!"
Choi Mari moaned in flustered confusion, her voice bewildered—as if she couldn't understand what her own body had just done.
But her body was already soaking through from its very center, incontinence and all, so it was only a matter of time before she realized it.
"Hng, haaaah?! Haah, hah, haaah, hah…?!"
Choi Mari's lewd flood poured out without pause, like a waterfall.
Feeding her black tea before the suggestion had clearly paid off. Caffeinated drinks do tend to promote urination, after all.
From start to finish, this was a situation I had engineered so that Choi Mari couldn't help but have her "accident." Not that a woman drowning in shame and embarrassment would ever have the presence of mind to figure that out.
Drip, drip, drip…
"Haaaah, hng, hng… Hnn, hng, hnguh…"
The streams that had run down both legs of her pants fell drop by drop to the floor.
With two small puddles spreading beneath her legs, sounds that might have been moans or sobs—whimpers, either way—escaped Choi Mari's lips.
The fact that she still held her "shield stance" proved her willpower alone remained rock solid. Her pride, on the other hand, had almost certainly collapsed entirely.
If I didn't soothe her around now, there was a real risk Choi Mari would remember today not as something pleasant but as a trauma. So I wiped my wet hand on a handkerchief and carefully, gently, stroked her head.
Pat, pat.
"Hng, hng… Hah…?"
"You did well, Mari. That must have been hard, but you held out to the very end."
"Hng, hnngh…"
"There's nothing to be ashamed of. You did more than well enough. Just think of it as training. That's all it is."
"……Whoo, whoo."
As I stroked her head and offered a little praise, her sobbing gave way to slow, steadying breaths.
With this, there'd be no risk of Choi Mari's accident in front of me calcifying into trauma. After all, I'd already trained her last session to accept head-pats as her reward.
…Granted, worst case, she might end up like one of Pavlov's dogs and start associating incontinence itself with being praised—but honestly, that sounded pretty hot too, so I wasn't particularly concerned.
Pat, pat.
"Whoo, whoo, whoo…"
After the praise came the silent touch of Lee Seon-ho's hand, stroking from behind her.
Thanks to his gentle palm, Choi Mari's heart—which had seemed ready to shatter from sheer shame mere moments ago—had settled considerably.
Haah, this is mortifying, honestly…
A second-year at the academy, wetting herself. No matter how dense her junior Seon-ho was, there was no way he'd failed to notice. That she'd reached orgasm, that she hadn't even been able to hold her bladder through it—he'd seen every last bit of it.
By all rights, Choi Mari should have wanted to bolt on the spot.
Pat, pat.
"……"
But as his hand smoothed over the crown of her head again and again, somewhere along the way she began, little by little, to steady.
…Right. It's just training, that's all. It'd be weirder to get this worked up over something like this in the first place.
In the sense that she'd wanted to flee on the spot, it technically fit the whole point of "impulse suppression training."
…Not that this excused her junior Seon-ho's audacity in laying hands on her most sensitive places, under the pretext of training, and groping her without a shred of subtlety.
…Though honestly, it did feel good. That part was true.
Choi Mari masturbated now and then to blow off stress.
She'd never gone so far as to use toys or do anything truly serious, but she had a perfectly average sex drive for a woman her age.
And in that sense, the orgasm Lee Seon-ho had just wrung out of her had been, by a wide margin, the most intense, most overwhelming wave of pleasure Choi Mari had ever experienced in her life.
Worse, having felt all that—and wetted herself in the process—she couldn't quite bring herself to call him out on it without feeling a prickle of guilt on her own side.
…Besides, from the moment I first accepted his "hypnosis," this was always part of what I'd be signing up for, wasn't it?
It was true that something had gone wrong somewhere, and that these days she wasn't hypnotized so much as pretending to be. But that didn't change the promise she and her junior Seon-ho had made at the very beginning.
She was the one who'd bowed her head and begged his forgiveness, vowing never to make the same mistake again.
She was the one who'd chosen hypnosis training from among all the options her junior had offered.
…She was the one who, despite remembering everything he'd done to her under hypnosis last week, had shown up again this week to be trained all over.
In the end, it had all been the result of her own choices. And with that being the case, blaming only her junior Seon-ho for this situation felt somehow, inexplicably, unfair.
She knew, perfectly well and without a doubt, that he had crossed a line. And yet she found she didn't want to wreck her relationship with the first academy junior she'd ever grown close to over something like this.
…And if things went sour with Seon-ho, it's not like anyone else was going to run impulse suppression training for me.
With no substitute available at the moment, Choi Mari made up her mind to let her junior's "line-crossing rudeness" slide.
…Never realizing, even now, that her body had long since been trained—thoroughly, and by his hands alone.