Nothing Unfair About This Deal (3) (Illustration Caution)
Do Yoonchae sat there quietly, breasts kneaded in my hands, pretending to be under the sway of Suggestion: Hypnosis.
Her face was expressionless by default, but since I was deliberately seeking out her most sensitive spots as I touched her, the way that expression gradually crumbled was genuinely a sight worth seeing.
She's probably the one holding out the best of all the heroines, honestly.
She might be a little slow on the uptake, but her willpower was the real deal. Unlike with Han Sora — where I'd faked "cleaning her up" while sneaking touches in — I was outright groping her here, and yet she somehow refused to let a single change show on her face. Impressive, really.
Seeing this, I think having each heroine do her own version of 'pretending to be hypnotized' really does give it a different flavor depending on who it is.
It wasn't just a matter of their individual traits — the very theme of the 'hypnotized act' each of them performed was different. For Cha Eunju, it was quietly obeying whatever she was told. For Han Sora, it was anticipating what the person who'd cast the hypnosis wanted and acting accordingly. For Choi Mari, it was submitting to them.
And Yoonchae's reaction right now was… pretending to be a doll with its emotions switched off.
She'd probably spent so many years living in Do Yoon-sung's shadow that suppressing every trace of emotion had become her ideal state of being. That was why, no matter how roughly I worked her chest over, she offered no resistance at all — just endured it in silence.
So for the time being, I decided to move in the direction of indulging my desires. I already had a rough plan sketched out for how to handle things once the Suggestion: Hypnosis wore off, after all.
Come to think of it, I have a pretty good idea why Yoonchae came on so bold and aggressive all of a sudden, too.
Following her train of thought had been difficult at first, but give me a little time and she wasn't exactly a hard heroine to read — her patterns were quite predictable.
With that in mind, I squeezed Yoonchae's chest harder, rougher, in a far more provocative direction.
-Squueeeze!
"Mm, hhk, hnnnngh…!!"
With that adorable moan, Yoonchae tumbled once more into a light orgasm.
"Haa, hoo…. Hoooh, hnk…."
Even in the middle of it, she was clearly straining to keep her emotions hidden. That much deserved genuine praise.
Thanks to that, I got to enjoy this with the full feeling that she was really 'pretending to be hypnotized' for me. I liked how docile and voluntary Eunju and Sora were, but this expression — degraded, surrendering, with just a lingering thread of resistance left in it — was truly irresistible.
…Which was exactly why. Time to be a little bolder.
-Chup.
"Mmh, huh?!"
Seizing on the moment of carelessness that followed her climax, I brought my lips boldly to her nipple this time.
-Lick.
"Mm, hngh?!"
-Lick, lick.
"Haa, h-huh?!"
When I rolled the nipple caught between my lips gently with my tongue, she trembled, letting out a voice far more obscene than anything her chest had drawn from her under my hands alone.
I lifted my eyes slightly to check her expression, and it was a treat: a face thrown into flustered panic, plainly at a loss for what to do.
She's under Suggestion: Hypnosis anyway, so she won't be able to resist, no matter what.
Once the hypnosis wore off, all I'd have to do was claim I'd 'also used my mouth.' After all, nothing Yoonchae had proposed had ever specified that touching was hands-only.
Granted, you could call that kind of legalistic hairsplitting, but knowing her personality, she was far more likely to blame herself for failing to spell things out properly than to fault me for what I'd actually done.
-Bite.
"Mm, hnghhhh?!"
The instant I nibbled lightly at her nipple with my teeth, Yoonchae's shoulders shuddered, her voice climbing in a cute little cry.
Getting a voice that lewd out of her with nothing but a bite suggested she might have a bit of a masochistic streak buried in there too.
Well, honestly, on the surface she was exactly the sort of heroine who looked like she'd have masochist tendencies if you squinted hard enough.
And it's basic common sense that the stronger a girl's spirit and the fiercer her pride, the more delicious the gap becomes when she finally breaks.
-Roll, roll.
"Nnh, hoo, hnk…."
-Lick, lick.
"Haa, nnh, hnngh…!!"
With one hand gripping her chest and my mouth latched onto the other side, tongue working her over in steady rhythm, it didn't take long before her body arched once more into another orgasm.
The center of her academy uniform skirt was slowly darkening with a spreading stain. Yoonchae herself, most likely, hadn't noticed a thing.
"H-haaa, hnk…. Hooh…."
Her body shivered cautiously, overwhelmed by stimulation and by an emotion she was experiencing for the very first time — sheer, flustered panic.
Cuming from her chest alone — and from another man's hands, no less — was probably a first for her.
It might even be the first time in her life she'd felt anything like an orgasm as a woman at all. Given the Cheongun Do family's obsession with male heirs, she'd likely lived a life of austerity in more ways than one.
Training a pure, naive girl like this to suit my tastes — that was, without question, one of my greatest pleasures.
"…Yoonsung."
"H-haa, hn…."
"Yoonsung?"
"……What. What is it."
At my voice, her eyes widened slightly for an instant — but she quickly composed herself and answered with cautious, forced calm. Seeing that reaction, I was certain: with today's events as the foundation, anything that could be done 'with her chest' was going to be thoroughly unlockable.
"It feels a little late to say this after I've already had them in my mouth, but, Yoonsung — your chest doesn't strictly have to be touched with hands only, right?"
"……D-doesn't matter. Hands or mouth, there's no real difference."
"Right? Then…."
-Click. Click.
"……?!"
I undid my pants right in front of her eyes, making it abundantly clear what came next.
At my shameless display, Yoonchae's pupils jumped wide with shock. She didn't let out a sound, though.
Then again, maybe she was too flustered to spare even the composure needed for words.
"With your chest, Yoonsung… honestly, I've wanted to try this at least once for a while now."
"…Wh-what are. You saying."
"Paizuri. Putting my cock between your breasts and rubbing it there."
"……."
With the act laid out for her so bluntly, Yoonchae's face lost its composure entirely and flushed red.
I'd even gone so far as to explain the mechanics, worried that a girl with her limited sexual knowledge might not catch what 'paizuri' meant — but judging by her reaction, while the term itself was new to her, the act clearly wasn't.
"If hands or mouth makes no real difference… then using my cock shouldn't be a problem either, right?"
"……."
"Yoonsung. Can I do paizuri?"
"…Doesn't. Really matter."
There it is. That's exactly the answer I wanted.
Do Yoonchae had fallen under Lee Seonho's 'hypnosis' — but her mind remained her own, and she was holding the 'pretending to be hypnotized' act in place for one purpose: to seize his weakness.
From the moment she heard him declare 'paizuri,' her thoughts had begun churning, tangled and flustered.
Paizuri…. D-don't tell me, he really intends to….
She'd known what the act itself was — sliding a cock between one's breasts and rubbing. It was the first she'd ever learned that it was called paizuri.
…Still. What she had granted Lee Seonho was, at most, permission to touch her chest. Nothing beyond that.
She had said she would allow him to touch her breasts, or perhaps masturbate while doing so — nothing more. Which was precisely why, as Seonho dropped his trousers announcing his intent, Yoonchae could not keep the tremor out of her emotions.
…Calm down. It's only a man's thing touching me instead of a hand. That is all it is.
The sensation against her chest would change a little, nothing more. There was no great difference from everything he'd done so far.
Besides, when it came to Lee Seonho's anatomy, she'd seen plenty of it already.
The days when, unaware that anyone knew she was a woman, he'd strutted about with his thing hanging openly in view. And just days ago, she'd even witnessed his 'erect' member for the first time, in the bathhouse.
There was no reason to be startled by Lee Seonho's cock at this late date. It wasn't as if she'd wanted any of it — but whether she liked it or not, of all a man's possessions, this was the one she'd ended up seeing most often.
-Thump.
"……Hk."
…Was it always. This big.
She was fairly sure it hadn't seemed nearly this large when she'd seen it in the bathhouse before.
Seeing his thing bared shamelessly before her eyes — so different from watching over his shoulder — Yoonchae felt a not-insignificant wave of flustered alarm.
…Whatever. It's not like it matters.
It wasn't as if they were going to actually have sex. It would merely be wedged between her breasts, that was all.
Length and girth were irrelevant, she told herself, turning her face resolutely away from reality.
"Yoonsung, come over here and sit."
"…Understood."
"No — not on the bed. In front of me. On the floor. On your knees."
"…………Fine."
He thinks I'm hypnotized, and he's telling me to sink to my knees without a shred of shame.
But until she had his weakness locked down for certain, she would endure it — so Yoonchae knelt obediently before him.
And the moment his cock came that much closer to her face, a considerable tension wound its way into her heart.
"Slide in between my legs, and lean your body toward me."
"……."
Without a word, Yoonchae brought her upper body in between Lee Seonho's legs. Naturally, his cock came to rest right against the valley of her chest.
-Thump.
"……."
The sensation of something hard — and hot — pressing into her cleavage.
It was a bewildering touch, but she forced herself not to waver, held her breath, and kept the hypnosis act going.
-Press.
"Mm, hoo…."
Before long, Lee Seonho's hands took hold of her breasts and began to move.
-Rub, rub.
"……Hoo."
His cock slid slowly through the subtle friction of her cleavage.
Perhaps because another person's body was now lodged inside her own, Yoonchae found her expression remarkably difficult to manage.
-Rub, rub, rub.
It's a… strange feeling.
She couldn't quite place it, but her heart was inexplicably pounding.
Compared to a moment ago, when her chest had been groped so openly, the physical pleasure was undeniably less — and yet something else, a peculiar restlessness, was beginning to settle into Yoonchae's body.
-Rub, rub.
"……Hk."
-Shlp, shlp.
"…Hk, hoo."
She couldn't let the man before her notice. She choked down the moans that kept threatening to spill from her lips.
Without understanding why, she smothered the slow-blooming heat inside her and emptied her mind.
Calm down. I'm simply holding a strange stick between my breasts. My erogenous zones aren't being teased — I'm merely being used to relieve that man's desires. There's no reason at all for me to be….
-Squeeeeeze!
"Mmh, haaak?!"
For all Yoonchae's struggle to recover her composure, the moment Lee Seonho's hands pressed her breasts in hard from both sides, a lewd moan escaped her before she could stop it.
And through her cleavage — hotter now than ever — Lee Seonho's cock rubbed on, trailing its searing friction.