Curiosity (3)
Today, too, Han Sora meekly accepted my suggestion and slipped into hypnosis without a whisper of protest.
She moved exactly as I'd predicted, which meant the operation I'd laid out in advance was proceeding quite smoothly.
Visual Sharing… it definitely hasn't been cut yet.
Lim Yujin's field of view had "gone dark," but that was only because she had her eyes closed — as far as the link was concerned, she was still watching me and Han Sora every bit as clearly as before.
She was curious, no doubt, about what the two of us were getting up to meeting at this late hour. Betting on Yujin's incurably curious nature had been a gamble, but she was reacting exactly as expected. So far, so smooth.
"Alright, Sora. Get your stance right."
"…Okay."
And there was Han Sora, playing along with the hypnosis like always, quietly surrendering her body to me.
Maybe it was because of the confession she'd heard from me in the dungeon this morning, but something about her felt strangely more eager than usual.
"Breathe in as you draw. It's been a while, so let's nail the form first."
"…Okay."
I laid down a little deliberately transparent pretext, then brought my hand to her thigh and gave it a slow stroke.
—Sliiide.
"Nngh, hah…."
"Step your legs further back. Lower your stance."
—Squeeze.
"Nnnh, yeah…."
Even when I pinched and tugged at her inner thigh, there was zero resistance in how she moved — she just obeyed, pliant and obedient.
The warmth of her body bleeding through the stockings. And there, between her thighs, the faintest hint of dampness.
"Tuck in your chest a little — like this."
—Squish.
"Nnnh, hah?!"
"…Sora?"
"Ah, uhh… y-yeah… I pulled it in…."
Watching her calmly play the part of the hypnotized girl even while I was openly kneading and pressing her chest, I decided it was about time to start "harvesting."
That's quite a bit longer than it took with Cha Eunju.
Then again, Eunju had never had any third party interfering from the start, so I could pour my full attention into her conquest — and even setting that aside, she was an easy heroine to begin with, so the comparison was never really fair.
Still, Han Sora had come over to my side remarkably fast for all that. The fact that the most troublesome obstacle, Seo Woojin, had obligingly self-destructed probably had a lot to do with it.
Just look at what happened during this afternoon's dungeon deployment — the guilt she must be carrying toward me couldn't be small. I had to push things as far as possible before those feelings had a chance to cool.
"Starting now, Sora! Right side first — one goblin!"
"Ah, okay…!"
Ordinary at first. Just going through the motions of serious archery training, like any other day.
I half-steered her body along the trajectory shaped by Soul of Artemis, the self-suggestion I'd cast on her, dodging the incoming arrows of the goblin archers as she fired back and dropped them one by one.
But I had no intention of clinging to the plausible-deniability "accidental touch" routine I'd maintained until now. Even if it looked a little forced, whenever there was an opportunity to touch, I would touch — and simply watch how she reacted.
"Two archers on the left! Take the closer one first, and focus on evading attacks from the ones on the edge!"
—Squish!
"Nngh, hah…! Ah, got it…!!"
This wasn't idle groping on a whim, either — I was deliberately, relentlessly working the area around her chest. I'd already learned over days of working on her that this was her weakest point.
She was a heroine whose design faithfully reflected the principle that the smaller the chest, the more sensitive it is — every time I pulled her into an embrace and kneaded her breasts, her reaction came through loud and clear.
—Squish!
"Nnnh, haaahn?!"
"Don't hesitate — get up, Han Sora!"
"Hahh, ah, okay…!!"
When she dropped to the ground to dodge an attack, I timed my hand to press down squarely on her chest the exact moment she pushed herself back up.
—Squish!
"Nnngh, ha, hahh…!!"
"Next arrow incoming — lower your stance."
"Nnnh, ah, got it…. Haaahh…."
Under the pretense of pulling her body close, I'd hook both hands around her breasts and give them a full tug.
—Pinch!
"Now! Take the shot!"
"Nn, nnyaaaah?!"
And at the moment she needed to loose her arrow, I made a point of pinching her nipple instead of the back of her hand.
Even through the fabric, I could feel how stiff and hard she'd gotten.
Thanks to my deliberately focused tour of her erogenous zones, her whole body was flushed with heat — more than obvious even through her clothes.
—Fweeee!
'Gehak!!'
"Hahh, nnh, nngh, mmh…."
…Watching her steadily pick off the goblin archers one by one even while I was doing all this, I had to admit it was impressive.
Maybe that's what being one of the main heroines meant. In terms of pure growth speed, no one could argue — she was undeniably fast.
By the time the training session — during which I had quite openly played with her chest to my heart's content — came to an end, Han Sora's face was visibly, unmistakably red.
"Hahh, hooo, hah…."
"Good work, Sora. Let's take a break."
"Haa, nnh, hah…. Mmh, yeah…."
Her eyes still carried a flicker of confusion, as if she couldn't tell what had just been done to her — but since she had to keep up the act of being hypnotized, she couldn't exactly call me out on it.
Standing before that dazed girl, who still had no idea what had been done to her, I next — as if it were the most natural thing in the world — brought my hand to my waistband.
"Sorry, Sora. All that training got me a little worked up…. Could you take care of it for me right now?"
"…Eh, uhh…?"
"I know I'm asking like it's nothing, and I'm sorry about that… but either way, an erection needs to be dealt with quickly, or it's uncomfortable for you too, right? And like you said back in the dungeon, it doesn't really bother you either way."
"…Ah, mm, yeah. I-It really doesn't matter. B-Besides, I'm hypnotized anyway, so I won't feel anything."
"Could you suck me off one more time, like last time? While showing me your chest."
"…Okay. I-I'll get ready right away."
Using what Han Sora had said back in the dungeon as my pretext, the act of having her relieve my training-stiffened erection with her mouth was transformed into something perfectly ordinary — a simple matter of course.
After all, she was the one who'd said first that she didn't care whatever strange things were done to her while she was under hypnosis.
Bound by her own words, unable to take them back or resist, all she could do was quietly begin undressing as I instructed.
—Sliiide.
"……."
Glancing at me nervously all the while, Han Sora began by slipping off the outermost layer — her white jacket.
—Slide.
"……."
It wasn't the first time she'd shown me her chest, and yet she still couldn't quite bury the embarrassment — she couldn't bring herself to meet my eyes.
The jacket and tie slid to the floor, the buttons of her dress shirt gave way one by one, and her pink bra came into view.
—Tap. Tap. Tap.
"Nn, mmh…."
The first time I'd seen it, it had been white or sky blue, I think — a pretty plain bra, in any case.
Maybe, at some point, she'd started deliberately wearing cute ones on the off chance she might end up showing them to me.
"That's cute, Sora."
"N-Nnngh?!"
"Your bra. It's cute."
"Ah, mm, yeah…. I-Is it…."
She'd gone to the trouble of picking it out for me, and it would've felt wrong to let it slide without a word — so I complimented her, and her face flushed red in an instant, her gaze darting away.
And yet her hands kept working steadily, doffing the dress shirt and setting it down exactly as I'd told her to.
…Then, after one deep, steadying breath, Han Sora cautiously brought her fingers to the front clasp of her bra.
"Hoo, hooooh…."
—Click.
"…Hah, hah, hah."
With a breath thick with tension, the front of her bra fell open, and Han Sora's small, adorable breasts gently peeked out into the open air.
—Pop.
"…Hahh, hah, haaahh."
With her top off, nothing remained above Han Sora's waist but those two small, cute breasts.
Honestly speaking, they were small enough that calling them "breasts" felt almost generous — but that hardly mattered. Big breasts were something the other girls had plenty of, after all.
In a novel like Surviving the Hunter Academy, where busty heroines packed every page, a chest like Han Sora's was practically a defining trait in its own right. And besides, a girl being self-conscious about her small chest was, in its own way, a very cute feature.
…Of course, cute as Han Sora's breasts might be, I had no intention of today ending at the same modest line as usual.
It's a golden opportunity — for Yujin's sake as much as anything, I need to show her everything, clearly.
What a man's anatomy looked like. How a man and a woman made love. …And, beyond that, the expression a woman makes when she's been reduced to a completely broken, mewling female.
This was my chance to teach her about "sex," visual aids included — there was no way I was stopping halfway.
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Mmmmm….
Can I really keep watching this…?
It feels a little weird, like I've stumbled into some private tryst between juniors….
Seonho seemed to be having some kind of conversation with her, and then out of nowhere Sora just started taking her clothes off right in front of him.
No matter how I looked at it, this was a scene of two people about to do something naughty. I had no idea they were bold enough to do that somewhere like the Archery Department training grounds, of all places.
Out of respect for their privacy, the right thing to do would be to stop watching….
…But honestly, I am curious.
No — it's not like I'm curious about my juniors' naked bodies or anything. If anything, seeing this has just made me a little curious about that "naughty stuff" people talk about — how two people actually, you know, do it.
I never had any interest before, so I never went looking… but now that it's landed right in front of my eyes like this, it's hard to just pretend it isn't there.
…Well, honestly, it's Seonho's own fault for being so careless.
He accepted Visual Sharing and walked off without ever asking me to cut the link — so if he gets caught having a private rendezvous with Sora because of it, that's on him, isn't it…?
It's not like I'm going to go around telling anyone. As long as Seonho doesn't know I'm watching, there's nothing wrong with it at all.
…And he's been lying in bed with his eyes closed this whole time. As long as he doesn't wake up partway through, there's no way I'll be found out.
Which makes this literally the perfect crime, fufufu….
Putting it that way, my heart started pounding for a whole different reason.
And if it ever did look like I'd been discovered, I could just cut the sensory link right then. If he asked about it later, I'd simply play dumb — problem solved.
So thinking, I kept watching Sora through Seonho's field of view — and there she was, topless now, flustered and red-faced.
"……?! ……!!"
She seemed to be sputtering something in a panic.
But she wasn't resisting or anything. Her hands were folded obediently in front of her, too.
Somehow the whole scene was getting more and more riveting — and then Sora's hands drifted down to the waistband of her skirt.
"……."
Ohh, now she's taking the bottom off too?
Sora, you're bolder than you look.
She did lock the training ground door properly, right? If someone else walked in while she was like this, it'd be a disaster.
…Not that my worrying about it from here does any good.
—Sliiide.
As I was thinking that, I watched Sora slowly work her skirt loose and slide it down.
"……! ……, …."
But you know what? Not being able to hear anything is genuinely frustrating.
Watching alone is exciting enough, I'll admit… but it feels like something's missing, somehow.
…If I'm going to peep this hard anyway, I want to see the real thing. Properly.