Maid Senior (1)
The training was over, but Choi Marie was still standing there in my home, pretending to be under hypnosis.
Only natural, considering I still hadn't released her from Suggestion: Hypnosis.
"I think we should clean up first, senior…."
"……."
-Flinch.
When I casually gestured at the mess she'd left on the floor, her shoulders gave a little start.
It seemed the evidence trickling down beneath her had suddenly become embarrassing all over again. I'd calmed her emotions down with a 'suggestion,' but the fact remained that she'd lost control of herself right in the middle of an orgasm.
If I'd wanted to spare her shame as much as possible, the answer was simple: leave her alone with nothing but a change of clothes, order her to clean herself up, and let her recover in private. After what she'd just done in front of me, her head must have been an absolute mess.
…But if I were going to stop at just that much, I never would have brought my hand down to her lower half in the first place. We'd already crossed the line once, so it was only right to see things through to the end.
"We'll stop the training here for today, senior. I'm going to wipe you down now, so please stay still."
"……What? N-no, I mean…?"
Marie responded not with an answer but with a question, as if she must have misheard me.
I could see the fluster in her eyes clearly enough, but I simply kept my composure, fetched a towel, and stepped in front of her.
"You must be tired from the training, so please just stay still. I'll take care of it."
"…If you just hand me the towel, I can do it myself."
"It's fine, really. Just stay standing there."
"……."
The moment her offer was refused on grounds of sheer embarrassment, Marie fell quiet and just looked at me.
She'd probably figured it out by now. That this wasn't me simply being kind, at the very least.
After all, I'd touched her pussy outright not long ago—she'd have gotten a fair idea of my desires from that. By now she surely understood that this whole 'cleaning you up' routine was nothing more than a lecherous excuse.
'Well, it's not like she can do anything about it in her current state, anyway.'
Once the suggestion wore off, she might have room to push back, but right now Marie was incapable of defying my commands. Which was exactly why I could afford to be this brazen.
All's well that ends well, as they say. When conditioning someone, you push the process forward however you need to and just plant a good memory at the finish line. Make her conclude something like, my junior Seonho did cross a line, but all things considered it wasn't so bad, or he doesn't seem like the type to lie anyway, so maybe it's fine to indulge him a little more.
With those thoughts in mind, I knelt down in front of Marie's body and brought my hand to her waist without a moment's hesitation.
-Sliiide.
"Nnh—mmph?!"
As a matter of course, I pulled her sweatpants and soaked panties down together in one motion.
-Trickle.
"Hah, nngh…."
Damp fabric—and beneath it, the sound of a liquid of a distinctly different viscosity stretching in sticky threads between her vulva and her panties.
From above, I could hear her desperately stifling a flustered gasp, but I didn't bother looking up to check. If Marie met my eyes in this state, I doubted she could keep the 'pretending to be hypnotized' act going.
"I-I'm just going to wipe you down. I won't… do anything weird."
And so, calmly—while still putting on a show of being embarrassed myself—I stripped her lower garments away.
The sweatpants that always hugged that ass I knew so well, and the pink underwear beneath it, both sliding off to reveal what lay underneath.
Struggling to suppress the urge to slip a finger between those two flushed, pink folds, I finished removing her lower half.
-Rub, rub.
"Hah, nngh…."
Quietly, I began gently wiping down the core of Marie's body with the towel.
With the thin barrier of cloth between my fingertips and her skin, I rubbed around her urethra and along the edges of her folds.
-Trickle.
"Hah…!!"
When I deliberately grazed my finger between her lips in a teasing little jab, she nearly let out a startled moan, along with a distinctly lewd squelch.
One thing, at least, was certain: Choi Marie was feeling it even in this situation.
Whether it was just her body reacting to raw stimulation, or the fruit of two full weeks spent teaching her walls of resistance to submit.
A surge of desire rose in me to keep rubbing until she climaxed right then and there—but I held back.
-Sliiide.
"Hah… haa…."
Once Marie's body had warmed up just enough, I drew the towel lower and wiped down her thighs and the area around them.
Deliberately stopping at the point where she'd feel a faint ache of wanting more. For this one moment, I wanted a residue of desire for me lingering in her.
So that today's feeling would cling stickily to some corner of her heart—and make her look forward to our next 'training session' together.
"A-all done, senior."
After wiping her calves and even the mess on the floor, I announced it was finished with practiced calm, gathered up her soaked clothes, and rose to my feet.
"I'll put these in the wash for now. O-once the laundry's done I'll help you get dressed again, so could you bear with it until then…?"
"…Fine."
"Y-you can wait on the sofa in the meantime. …Haa, how am I supposed to explain this to Marie senior later. If the training runs this long, she's bound to get suspicious when she comes to…."
I let that last part slip out in a mutter, deliberately loud enough for Marie to hear. As long as she kept seeing me as a clumsy junior who couldn't lie to save his life, she'd keep accepting my suggestions without worry going forward.
With that thought, I stuffed Marie's wet clothes into the washing machine and set it to a cycle that included drying.
'That buys me about another hour and a half of conditioning time.'
From here on out, it was essentially a time attack. A race against the clock to somehow transform everything I'd done to her—every act of groping and molestation—into the 'affectionate blunder of a junior who didn't know how to be honest.'
Reviewing in my head the plan that had seemed sound enough in theory, I reported the laundry time to Marie.
"I-it says about an hour and a half. You just need to wait until then."
"…Understood."
"…I-I'll go grab something for you to wear in the meantime! J-just a moment…."
Keeping up the act of a flustered, awkward junior right to the end, I hurried into the bedroom, retrieved the outfit I'd prepared in advance, and came back out to the living room.
For this exact moment. A special costume, prepared with Marie in mind.
"I-I'll go grab something for you to wear in the meantime! J-just a moment…."
Face flushed red, my junior Seonho fled into the bedroom, unable to hide his panic.
Marie sat absently on the sofa watching his retreating back—but inside, her mind was pure chaos, nothing like the composed exterior she showed.
'Wh-what do I do…. He, he stripped me down so matter-of-factly I couldn't even refuse….'
She understood the logic of what her junior had said—clothes had to come off to be washed. It wasn't as if she could go around in urine-soaked garments regardless.
But had it really been necessary for him to strip her and wipe her down personally? He could just as easily have handed her a towel and a change of clothes and let her handle it herself.
By the time she came back to her senses, she'd had her lower half bared and even touched right in front of Seonho. Granted, through the single layer of a towel.
'If he was going to strip me, the least he could've done was bring the change of clothes first…. He's usually so considerate, why does he get like this at moments like these….'
He'd probably panicked and fumbled it, she reasoned. After all, he couldn't have anticipated that she would have an accident right in the middle of training in his living room.
Of course, the cause of that accident had been his rather brazen stimulation—but in the end, the one who'd failed to hold it in and wet herself in front of him was Marie herself.
'Still… it did feel really good….'
Until now, Marie had lived her whole life assuming the pleasant sensations of masturbation were what an orgasm was. Only after experiencing a genuine climax for the first time had she realized how utterly different it was.
That realization had scrambled her brain just long enough that she couldn't put up any real resistance when Seonho began pulling her bottoms down.
…Or maybe—just maybe—she hadn't really wanted to resist at all.
'Even when he was wiping me down with the towel earlier… I felt like if he just kept going a little longer, I could get there….'
Granted, if she actually had finished like that, that would have been its own problem—but left hanging on a wave of stimulation with no release, a lingering, frustrating ache was all Marie had to show for it.
'By the way, what's taking him so long?'
Just how long did he intend to leave her stranded out here like this?
Sitting on someone else's sofa with nothing covering her lower half, Marie felt no small amount of anxiety, squeezing her legs tightly together in case she left a damp mark on the cushions.
Pants, shorts, anything would do—she just wanted something, anything, over her lower half as soon as possible. That was all she wished for as she waited for her junior to return.
"S-sorry for the wait! You've been waiting a while, haven't you…?"
"No, not really—"
"This is the only women's clothing I have in the house right now…. W-would it be alright, Marie senior?"
"……."
A garment of black and white, dangling from Lee Seonho's hand.
At the sight of a maid outfit—frills, apron and all—Marie's brain descended into fresh confusion.
'What… is that….'
She could accept that a man living alone wouldn't have women's clothes. But why, of all things, was the one article of women's clothing he owned a maid costume?
Lee Seonho, who'd approached so matter-of-factly, met her eyes once—then quickly looked away.
'…He just wants to see me in it. That's all this is.'
What kind of excuse was that, dredging up something so flimsy? One pair of women's clothes in the whole house, and it happened to be a maid outfit? Did he think that story held water?
Pants would have been far less mortifying than this—she'd always preferred trousers over the academy uniform anyway.
'I have to keep… pretending to be hypnotized.'
If she refused now, everything she'd done under the guise of the hypnosis act might go to waste.
So Marie decided to accept it as if it were nothing. He'd made up his mind to dress her in it, so dressed she would be—and frankly, anything was less embarrassing than sitting here with her lower half on full display.
"I-if you hate it, I can find you something else…."
"…It's fine. Just give it here."
"A-are you sure…?"
"Yeah. It's not like I can feel embarrassed while I'm hypnotized anyway. I'll wear it, so hand it over."
"Th-then let me help you put it on! It's a dress style with the zipper in the back, so it's a little tricky to manage alone. Please come over here and stand up, senior."
"……."
Look at him—she'd only agreed to wear a maid outfit, and there he was, grinning ear to ear, his excitement written all over his face.
The same junior who, until moments ago, had been touching her most sensitive places without a shred of shame. The one who'd stripped her lower half off as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Somehow, all of that had stopped mattering to Marie entirely.
'No matter what strange things he does, at the end of the day, he's still just my junior.'
Because he wore every emotion right there on his face like that. With a personality like his, any scheme he tried would get exposed in no time flat.
Judging that it wouldn't hurt to indulge him a little longer for now, Marie slowly stepped forward, toward Lee Seonho.