The Lewd Things She Permitted (1)
“Sora, could you take off your bottoms too?”
“……Wh-what?”
She had no idea what she'd just heard.
At Lee Seonho's matter-of-fact request, Han Sora's mind scrambled to a halt all at once.
“I want to see the lower half too. Is that okay?”
“…….”
What on earth was she supposed to do in a situation like this?
Up until now, she'd told herself that showing him her chest was probably as far as she could go. But being suddenly ordered to strip completely naked was enough to fluster even the composed Han Sora.
'If I want to keep faking the hypnosis, I'll have to take them off anyway….'
They'd always kept a line drawn until now, hadn't they? So why was he suddenly making such an embarrassing demand?
As she carefully turned over the memories of that afternoon while these thoughts churned, it wasn't hard for Han Sora to figure out exactly why Lee Seonho was acting this way.
'It doesn't really matter to me if Seonho puts me under hypnosis and does weird things to me. Even lewd things, honestly.'
“…….”
The way he was behaving now was, in the end, her own karmic debt.
Because she'd gone and said something reckless, Lee Seonho's actions had grown bolder in turn.
Her declaration that she wouldn't mind even if he did lewd things to her had done nothing but fan the flames of the desires he'd been politely restraining behind that line all this time.
And realizing that she—of all people—was the cause, Han Sora had no choice but to understand.
'Haah. Fine. What else can I do?'
It would be a little strange to suddenly refuse at this point, after all.
And if she wanted to keep pretending to be hypnotized through their training from now on, this was a hurdle she'd have to clear today, too.
And… well, if it was Seonho, she didn't exactly dislike it anyway.
“Y-you want me to take off my bottoms too…?! O-okay, I will!”
Her mind was still a whirlwind, and the composed act she'd been putting on was starting to crack—but her hands were already moving toward her skirt.
With careful, deliberate motions she began to peel it off, swallowing down a dry gulp.
-Thump.
“Hoo… hooooh….”
This was insane.
She'd completely lost her mind. The urge to stop this right now shot straight through Han Sora's skull.
But louder than that urge was the single stubborn thought: she had to see this through, no matter what.
Holding onto that thought, she brought her hand back down to her waist one more time, bent forward slowly, and eased her pantyhose down—and from inside her stockings, a pair of pink panties timidly revealed themselves.
-Ssshhk.
“…….”
Even without their eyes meeting, she could feel his gaze on her, plain as day.
Every single movement felt like her whole body was being peeled apart by his eyes. Setting down the stockings she'd removed, Han Sora stole a nervous glance upward.
“Sora, take off your panties too.”
“…O-okay.”
Snapping back to attention at his immediate follow-up, she slid her hand down to her waistband once more.
Her slightly damp panties rolled down her legs, and between her thighs, her most hidden place came into the open air.
'I'm crazy I'm crazy I'm crazy I'm crazy I'm crazy…!!'
Too overheated to form a single coherent thought, Han Sora's face burned crimson along with the dizzying rush of emotion.
-Thump.
“Haah, haah, haahh….”
Feelings she couldn't hide no matter how desperately she wanted to.
Hot breath leaking out of her involuntarily, eyes darting in confusion.
The only thing left for her to do was to gather her hands in front of her center and pretend she didn't notice—doing her best to at least cover the space between her thighs.
As Han Sora stood there, too overwhelmed by a tangle of emotions to think straight, Lee Seonho began to walk toward her, closing the distance one slow step at a time.
…Without hiding his erection in the slightest.
'Wow… Seonho's really is big. Like, actually big.'
The first man's thing she'd ever laid eyes on had been his, so back then she hadn't had much of a reference point—but now she knew for a fact that Lee Seonho's was absolutely not small.
Staring at the thing approaching her, she swallowed another nervous gulp, a dozen thoughts colliding in her head.
'I mean, he does show it to me all the time anyway…. That time I visited his house, I accidentally saw it too….'
By that logic, showing him her bare body like this wasn't exactly unfair, was it?
With that thought, Han Sora carefully shifted the hand shielding her center aside.
…Either way, if this was what it took to move things forward with Lee Seonho, she had no intention of refusing.
“Sora, then give me a blowjob like last time.”
“O-okay….”
The gentlest command in the world.
Lowering herself carefully at his words, Han Sora found Lee Seonho's cock standing right in front of her face, shameless and unhidden.
“Ah… mmmph.”
-Gulp.
She opened her mouth wide and carefully took his cock between her lips.
A thing so large it filled her mouth to the brim.
The suffocating pressure of it—she could hardly swallow without feeling overwhelmed—and within that sensation, Han Sora's head began to bob slowly back and forth.
-Shlop.
“Mm… ngh….”
-Shlop, shlop.
“Mmm… nngh….”
By now she at least knew how to give a blowjob.
Yes, baring herself fully like this was mortifying, but… a blowjob was something she'd done for him before, so it wasn't that embarrassing.
Besides, he'd gotten hard while helping her with her training in the first place, and relieving Seonho's urges was, one way or another, part of her role now.
Through repeated sessions like these, she had gradually come to accept the abnormal as simply the way things were.
-Shlk, shluup.
“Haah, nghhh, mmph….”
Without even realizing it, her body and heart had both been trained by Lee Seonho, completely and utterly.
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By now, Han Sora obediently lowered herself beneath me as if it were the most natural thing in the world, sucking me off.
I could feel how much her technique had improved since last time—the way her lips wrapped around me, the way she used her tongue—and so at first I simply slid myself quietly between them.
“Good. You're doing great, Sora.”
“Nn… nghh….”
Every so often I stroked her head and tossed out a few of those obvious little praises.
It was honestly fun how much her reactions changed with just a word or two—suddenly she'd work her tongue against my cock with extra enthusiasm, or the suction of her lips would tighten just a little.
-Shlk, shlup!
“Nnh… mm, ngh….”
She was even trying to swallow me all the way down into the depths of her throat without me asking.
No matter how deeply she was supposedly under Suggestion : Hypnosis, there was a clear line between someone who merely pretended to comply and someone who genuinely tried to please. If she truly had no feelings for me and were simply faking the hypnosis, she would never go at my cock this eagerly. She'd just hold it in her mouth and half-heartedly mime a bobbing motion, at best.
…The fact that she was being this proactive meant the harvest was close—just like it had been with Cha Eunju.
-Shlk, shluup.
“Ngh, nghh?!”
With that thought, I pushed a little deeper.
Sliding my hand on her head toward the back, I carefully drew Han Sora's face toward my hips.
And with it, my cock drove deeper into her throat.
Watching Han Sora flounder at the sudden sensation of my length invading her throat, I whispered to her in that same soft, commanding tone.
“Swallow it all the way down slowly, Sora. Slowly.”
“Nn… nnghhh….”
Her face scrunched in discomfort, but she showed no real sign of resistance, obediently swallowing me down.
Encouraged by that acceptance, my cock slid deeper into Han Sora's throat, burrowing into the depths of her body.
-Shlk, shlk, shlk.
“Nngh… hah…! Ngh… mm, nghh….”
The sensation of her deepest places packed tight around me as I moved back and forth, grinding inside her.
Every ragged breath she took pressed against the very tip of me, the pressure almost unbearable.
And the sight of Han Sora diligently working her lips and tongue, trying her best to keep licking me even while I was shoved down her throat—it was endlessly, helplessly cute.
Timing it with the rising surge in my cock, I shoved myself deep into the very back of her throat.
“Sora, I'm cumming!”
-Shlup!!
“Mmph, nghhhh?!”
Eyes flying wide open in shock as my cock slammed into the deepest reaches of her throat, Han Sora froze in alarm.
I found even that reaction adorable, and at the very back of her throat, my cock spilled its desire.
“Hnn…!! Hoo, hooeep!!… glk….”
Thick, milky fluid pumped inward with each hot pulse.
The two of us panted, catching our breath as she coughed up saliva mixed with both our desires.
“Sora, I'm going to pull out now—so lick it slowly for me.”
“Mm… nghh….”
-Slurp, slurp.
Even at the very end, Han Sora dutifully licked at the cock still buried in her throat, listening to my every word.
And then my length—having plundered her throat like I'd violated it outright—loomed once more before her eyes.
“You did great, Sora.”
“Haah… hoo, hooo…. Mm… okay….”
Looking up at me with eyes gone completely hazy, she gave a small, careful nod.
I couldn't use mind-reading or anything like that, but her feelings right now were easy enough to read.
Affection for me, and her gaze burning with the desires of a woman.
Plus, fresh off a deep-throat blowjob, a trace of lingering confusion.
…There was no better moment than this to release the Suggestion : Hypnosis on Han Sora.
-Ssshhk.
“…….”
Prepared for the possibility that things might go sideways, I moved my hand carefully to the crown of her head.
Mistaking it for another head pat, she tilted her head up obediently into my palm—and finding that adorable one more time, I drew out the mana I'd left in her hair.
Suggestion Release : Hypnosis
“……?”
Han Sora tilted her head, an expression of utter bewilderment crossing her face as my Suggestion : Hypnosis suddenly came undone.
“…Wh… what?”
Confusion and complexity written openly across her features.
The hypnosis had broken—should she keep pretending it was still active, or react with the flustered shock of someone just waking from it? And if she panicked, how far was she supposed to take it?
With all that hesitation swirling through her, the most important thing from this point on was for me to charge forward shamelessly, so she wouldn't have to make any difficult choices.
“…Sora.”
“…L-Lee Seonho? U-um… wh-what's going on…?”
-CRASH!
“I'm sorry, Sora!”
“N-nngh?! S-Seonho?!”
While she was still agonizing over which reaction to perform, I dropped to my knees fast and led with an apology.
As if I were sincerely repentant for everything I'd done. And then, moments later, as if conscience had finally overwhelmed me and forced the confession out of me.
“Everything I did to you during our hypnosis training—all those weird things—I'm truly sorry!”
“Wh-what?! S-Seonho?!”
“I have no idea what to say to make up for it! You trusted me this whole time, and I—I took advantage of your kindness just to satisfy my own selfish urges…! I'm so, so sorry, Sora!”
“N-no, it's… th-this is so sudden…. S-Seonho…?”
Only moments ago she'd merely been playing along with my demands under the guise of hypnosis—and now, confronted with my sudden, heartfelt apology, Han Sora was the one left scrambling to hide her panic.
Watching her completely overturned and carried along at my pace, I smiled quietly to myself.