A Not-Unfair Deal (2)
Just as they say everyone has at least one perfect plan, Do Yoonchae had a plan of her own.
One point especially: she had absolutely no intention of offering up her chest to him without getting anything in return.
'...For now, it's flawless in theory.'
Lee Seonho was using so-called 'hypnosis training' as an excuse to work off his lust through Han Sora.
And his hypnosis didn't seem to actually work properly — while Han Sora, aware of that fact, was hiding it and playacting as though she were hypnotized.
She didn't know the details of their relationship. Whether they were secretly in love with each other, or whether, like she'd overheard before, Han Sora simply tolerated it in exchange for Seonho helping with her training.
Exposing the truth to Han Sora wouldn't deal any real blow in this state, so Do Yoonchae had decided instead to use this information — which only she had noticed — in a different way.
'I'll just tell him to put me under hypnosis, then observe what he does. And afterward, I'll press him on what he's done until he admits he accepted my offer for exactly that reason.'
However much Lee Seonho liked to play the innocent gentleman in front of her, she already knew what he really was: the kind of man who hypnotized women to satisfy his desires.
If she voluntarily let herself be hypnotized, he would inevitably lose his composure and show his true nature.
Once she got him to that point, the negotiation leverage would be all hers — or so Do Yoonchae reasoned.
'Best of all, since it won't be real hypnosis, I'm not actually defenseless against it.'
If Lee Seonho went beyond her expectations and tried to touch somewhere else.
Or if, like he'd done with Han Sora, he pulled out his own thing and ordered her to lick it right in front of her eyes.
If he had the audacity to try something like that without knowing his place, she could subdue him at any moment. There was simply no way she could imagine herself — a Physical Enhancement Type from the Swordsmanship Department — losing to a psychic-type ability user from the Support Department.
It would lull Seonho into carelessness while simultaneously letting her stop him the instant he tried to cross the line. A flawless operation, truly.
'Even you, Lee Seonho — once you think there's no chance of me catching you, you won't be able to help being honest about your desires.'
Since Do Yoonchae was the one who'd egged him into hypnotizing her while thinking all this, it was only natural that Seonho couldn't read her intentions.
The information she'd gathered through observation and deduction was quite accurate, but the fact that she couldn't leverage it beyond this point was a situation even Seonho hadn't foreseen.
"Haah, fine. All I need is a 'hypnosis,' right?"
"...What I mean is, once I put you under, touch me or don't — do as you like. ...Th-that is, my chest is the only thing I'm allowing. Nothing else..."
"I get the picture. But let me make one thing clear. Yoonsung, I'm not going to touch you or anything just because you're hypnotized."
"...Even if you claim that, I'll accept it. If you actually touch me and then lie about it, I'd have no way of finding out anyway."
"...Right."
In truth, Do Yoonchae had absolutely no intention of meekly accepting his claim.
Lee Seonho wore a reluctant expression as he rested his hand on top of her head, and a faint pulse of weak mana flowed into her tense mind.
Condition: Hypnotized
"......"
Along with a sensation similar to the buffs she received during class, a short phrase flashed through her mind.
'So he really could use it after all.'
Hypnosis, of all things, from someone who uses psychic-type buffs. What kind of awakened ability even was that?
The good news was that things were still flowing the way she intended. He'd shown he could use his hypnosis ability, and she was quietly playing along, pretending to fall under it.
...All while confirming, quite naturally, that she wasn't actually hypnotized at all — her mind fully alert.
'...Good. So he really can't use proper hypnosis after all.'
Probably because it counted as a 'buff,' it wasn't an ability that harmed the target. Not that she cared either way.
From this point on, that bastard would take advantage of what he believed was her hypnotized state and shamelessly let his filthy desires show.
"Yoonsung, you under?"
"...Yes. I'm under."
"I-is that so. You're really under, huh..."
'...For now, I'll watch the situation. Until that bastard Lee Seonho lets his guard down and shows his desires, one way or another.'
Once he, unaware that she wasn't hypnotized at all, started groping her chest to his heart's content, everything from there would unfold exactly according to the plan she'd laid out.
And so Do Yoonchae waited for Lee Seonho's next move with a slightly tense expression—
"...Yoonsung."
At the sound of her alias in his voice, she flinched and stiffened slightly.
"W-what is it."
"To be honest with you... it's been hard holding back until now."
"......"
"I know keeping the secret matters, but still. Here you are, a girl baring your chest and offering to let me touch it just so I'll keep my mouth shut.... Do you have any idea how hard it is for a man to resist that?"
"...I-is that so."
"So. I'm done holding back."
-Swoosh.
"U-uh?"
He'd seemed to be having a serious conversation, and then, a little abruptly, his hand came to rest on her chest.
The way he brought one hand to her breast and began to rub it slowly... somehow felt like a cautious, almost careful movement.
-Strooooke.
"W-wow..."
-Soft... so soft.
"...I-I kind of imagined it, but they really are soft..."
"I-is that so..."
With a somewhat awkward grip, Lee Seonho began kneading her chest.
Even though he'd surely already felt up Han Sora, his reaction was as if this were his first time, and Do Yoonchae found that mildly puzzling — until she quietly recalled Han Sora's figure from memory and silently understood.
Even by her own assessment, Han Sora's chest looked closer to something you'd rub than something you'd knead.
'Honestly, if only I could get rid of these bothersome lumps...'
A wistful thought flickered through her mind: if her chest had been as small as Han Sora's on the day her secret had been discovered, couldn't she have talked her way out of it somehow?
Of course, it was precisely because she had a decent chest that she'd been able to use her body as a weapon for this blackmail offer in the first place.
-Soft, soft.
"Hh, mmh..."
Lee Seonho's hands, slow and careful at first, grew bolder little by little as time passed.
At some point he'd taken one of her breasts in each hand, and watching him knead them, Do Yoonchae carefully suppressed her quickening breath.
'Stay calm. Don't react. Act like nothing's happening...'
She had no idea what a hypnotized person's reactions were supposed to look like, but one thing was certain: she had to restrain her own genuine feelings as much as possible.
Act as indifferent as she could. Let only the moans that occasionally welled up slip out in little bits, enduring the sensations flooding her body — that was Do Yoonchae's approach.
-Soft, soft...
'All that elaborate posturing about how he'd never touch me, and now that the chance has come, he doesn't hesitate at all...'
-Squeeze!
"H-huaah?!"
'...N-no. Focus. Focus.'
A moan had escaped her carelessly, her concentration broken by a moment's distraction.
Fortunately, Seonho was too absorbed in her chest to notice anything strange, and seeing his reaction, Do Yoonchae relaxed inwardly.
'...It's still manageable.'
The sensation of touching a slightly sensitive area was creeping in, but she could bear it for now.
Honestly, this alone was already enough to prove he'd groped her chest — but to nail down her evidence, she needed to play the hypnotized part flawlessly to the very end.
She'd let him touch her to his satisfaction, get him to release the hypnosis himself, and then confront him.
If he denied it afterward — claimed he'd never touched her, weaseled out with excuses — she'd press him then. It wouldn't be too late.
The flutter in her chest right now was just a passing sensation, something to be dismissed. As long as she didn't dwell on it, there'd be no need for any sudden reactions or sounds...
-Squueeeze!
"H-haaaaahn?!"
Her mouth fell open reflexively, and the sound spilled out.
Then, a beat later, the sensation around her chest caught up.
Seonho's fingers had caught both her nipples between them and given them a light twist — and only a beat late did Do Yoonchae realize she'd let her voice out.
"Y-Yoonsung?"
"...What is it."
"J-just asking, but... y-you're definitely hypnotized, right...?"
"...Yes. Th-that was just my body reacting on reflex. Pay it no mind."
"I-is that so.... Thank god..."
'...Thank god he's dense. And timid, too.'
Come to think of it, that was exactly the kind of personality that would hem and haw even after she'd outright offered to let him touch her chest.
For all his lecherous nature, his actual behavior was painfully timid — it was suffocating to watch. If she hadn't brought up the hypnosis herself today, who knew how long he'd have kept putting off and ignoring her offer.
But it didn't matter. That meaningless dance of glances ended as of today.
Thinking this, Do Yoonchae tried her best to quietly endure the sensation of Seonho's hands on her nipples—
-Squeeze.
"Mmh, hh..."
-Twist, squueze...!
"Haah, h, hh...!! Haah..."
For some reason, the way he targeted the weakest, most sensitive parts of her nipples drew lewd moans from her lips despite herself, little by little.
'Wh-what is with this guy...'
At the start, his hands had seemed awkward, stroking her chest like he was petting it.
So why was he suddenly stimulating the most pleasurable parts of her breasts with such skill?
Especially when it came to her nipples — this was no one-day, two-day practice kind of technique. But there was no doubt that the target of this lecher's hypnosis was Han Sora...
'...Well. Han Sora has nipples too, so I suppose it makes sense...'
Why the kneading had felt awkward at first, why his touch on her nipples felt uncannily practiced — it all made perfect sense once she accounted for the fact that Han Sora had been the one to fall victim to Lee Seonho's lecherous schemes all this time.
'How on earth did Han Sora end up caught by a creep like this.... I got caught by my own carelessness, but Han Sora...'
-Soft!
"Mmh, hyaaaahk?!"
She'd been lost in thought, dwelling on someone else trapped in a predicament so similar to her own, when another sharp jolt shot through her chest.
By the time Do Yoonchae came to her senses and looked down at her own body, Lee Seonho no longer had a shred of hesitation in the way he handled her breasts.
-Soft, soft!
"Hh, haah... haaah, hh...!"
-Soft, soft, soft!
"Haah, khh, mmh...!! Haah, hhuuuh?!"
The sensation of her chest being handled by the opposite sex.
Within that unfamiliar touch — one she was experiencing for the very first time — Do Yoonchae began, slowly, to feel pleasure.