Permitted Lewdness (3)
Han Sora held her breath, bracing one hand against the wall as she presented her hips toward me, every line of her body taut with tension.
Between the cheeks of that rear end—trembling so adorably that anyone could see how nervous she was—I carefully brought my cock.
-Tap.
"Hyaah…."
The moment my cock made contact, a soft moan spilled out of her, and a warm, damp heat bloomed against the shaft. Embarrassed on the outside but honest with her body—the description fit Han Sora perfectly. She was shaking like a leaf, and yet the love juices trickling out from between her folds weren't telling a single lie.
Through that slick, soaked crevice, I lifted my hips just slightly, laying my length over her gently, and pressed in slow.
"I'm going to move now, Sora."
"Ah, uuuhn…."
Han Sora gave a stifled reply and barely managed to nod. When I drew my hips back, her lips on either side slid slowly, smoothly along after my cock, reluctant to let it go.
-Shlick.
"Uhn, hah…ah…."
Through that drenched slit, her sensitive flesh quivered and wrapped around me. The way her fingers dug into the wall, her hips unconsciously following my every movement—it was, for no particular reason, unbearably cute.
As the motion continued and she reacted more and more sensitively, her inner thighs shuddering, I worked my cock a little faster through the lips of her pussy.
-Schlop.
"Uhn, huu…."
-Schlop, schlop.
"Huuun, hah…!! Huuuhn…."
Gently at first—but never forgetting the presence of my cock pressing insistently against the entrance of her virgin depths, I rubbed up and down along her most sensitive crevice.
Her soaked folds and the slick, obscene sound of friction as her wet heat swallowed my shaft and crown again and again.
"Haaah, Se-Seonho, ahh… there, i-it feels…."
Words that could never hold their shape as sentences scattered from Han Sora's lips, falling like the slick, sticky nectar dripping from between her folds.
And so, after her whole body shuddered through that rhythm several more times in time with the movement of my cock—
-Schlup, shluup, schluuup….
"Haaaa, huu… haaaaa, hah…."
Han Sora's body had been steeped in desire so thoroughly that anyone could see it at a glance.
-Schlup, schlup.
"Haa, hah, huuuh…!"
-Schlup, schlup, schlup.
"Huu, haa, hyaaang…!!"
Without pause, Lee Seonho's cock kept grinding relentlessly between her thighs.
Under that hard, repetitive stimulation, Han Sora's mind was gradually turning lewd and confused.
My head feels like it's going to go strange….
Her body kept reacting on its own to pleasure that piled higher and higher without end. The simple exchange of emotions they'd shared until now, combined with this direct physical stimulation, had become a hunger far more intense than Han Sora had ever imagined—and it was swallowing her whole.
She had tried at first to endure it with as much composure as she could muster, but now her body was nothing more than a thing that answered every single roll of Lee Seonho's hips in perfect time.
-Schlup, shluuup, shlup….
"Haa, nngh…!! Haa, huuun…."
Even biting her lip couldn't hold back the moans leaking out between her trembling breaths. The posture she'd held, hips raised and braced, grew shakier by the second, and her strength-drained waist kept sagging downward.
-Squeeze!
"Ha, haang…."
And every time it did, Lee Seonho's hands clamped down hard on her waist and hauled it back up. Maybe it was the effect of that Seed of Manaroot thing he'd gotten earlier—Han Sora found herself thinking that his grip felt even stronger than usual.
Why, why does it feel this good…? It's not even real sex….
If anything, it would have been less embarrassing if it had been real sex. The fact that she was melting this hard from an act that wasn't even intercourse made her feel like she'd become as much of a pervert as Seonho, and her face burned hotter for it.
…And yet, somewhere in the back of her mind, she also thought that becoming a pervert together with Lee Seonho might not be such a bad thing after all.
-Squeeze.
"Nnh, haaang…!!"
The moment she let her guard down thinking those thoughts, Seonho seized her waist tight and dragged his cock up hard along her slit. A crackling current of electricity surged up from below at the sudden, forceful grind.
-Schlop, schlop.
"Haa, hah, nngh…."
And with it, Han Sora began instinctively moving her hips, little by little. Without even realizing it herself, pure instinct toward pleasure had taken over her body and started it moving on its own.
I feel like… I've turned into an idiot….
Her mind had gone blank white. She couldn't think of anything at all. She was being marinated in pleasure so thoroughly that thinking anything at all felt like a luxury.
Her hips swaying in time with Seonho's movements, and that sensation of her core growing wetter and wetter with every second.
And then, as Han Sora secretly moved her body toward pleasure behind Seonho's back, something burst open in her mind and spread outward like a shockwave.
"Aaah, hah, ha?! Haaaaaaahn?!"
It was the sensation called orgasm—something she was experiencing for the very first time in her life.
Her core clenched and spasmed between her legs, and her entire body shook as if seized by convulsions. For an instant her vision went pitch black, and every thought vanished from her head.
Reflexively arching her back, she nearly collapsed—only barely catching herself against the wall and managing to keep her balance.
What… what was that just now….
Could this possibly be the thing she'd only ever heard about in words—an "orgasm"? She was sure she'd felt something similar once before. …And back then, too, the other party had been Lee Seonho.
That day she'd forgotten her temporary student ID at home and had no choice but to spend the night at Seonho's place. …The sensation from that day, when Seonho had sleep-talked his way into teasing her nipples, was strangely similar to this.
No, maybe this was even stronger than that time….
Back when she didn't know what an orgasm was, she'd just casually assumed that first experience must have been one. But now, the crashing wave of pleasure she'd just felt had overturned every piece of common sense Han Sora thought she had.
Remembering that she'd just come undone not from sex, but merely from a cock rubbing between her thighs, her face flushed hot all over again.
So this is… a real climax….
A pleasure that simple solo play could never, ever reach. If she'd learned about this strange new sensation, what on earth was she supposed to do now?
…Unfortunately for her, however, the pleasure she was about to feel was not going to end with just a single climax.
-Rub.
"Nnh, nngh?!"
-Schlup, schluuup.
"Haa, hah?! W-wait, just…!!"
Even at the moment Han Sora reached her orgasm—and even after it—the sensation of those hips moving without a hint of stopping left her, this time, genuinely flustered.
"H-haa… S-Seonho…."
"Han Sora… haa, hah, Han Sora…."
"O-okay, I get it…. S-so you can stop now…."
"Sora, you feel so good…. Really, so, so good…."
"Nn, uuuuhn…."
…What do I do. He's so worked up I don't think he can hear me.
How good does it have to feel for him to keep moving like that while moaning my name over and over?
Faced with Lee Seonho's hips driving on without the slightest reaction no matter how she called out, such thoughts came to Han Sora naturally. In reality, of course, Seonho was merely gritting his teeth, pretending not to hear a word as he kept grinding against her.
I-if this keeps going…. I-I can't….
She had the feeling that if this continued, she'd be carried off to some strange place she didn't know. She could have shaken him off right then and there if she'd wanted to. She was a Physical Enhancement Type, after all—she could break free of Seonho's arms easily enough even in a state like this.
Or she could have simply raised her voice a little to snap him back to his senses. Han Sora had any number of ways to stop it if she truly wanted to stop.
I don't kn-know…. I-if we stop now, S-Seonho might not like it….
She didn't really understand what a "man's situation" entailed, but she figured that being cut off abruptly halfway through would feel pretty awful for her too, if their positions were reversed.
She'd gone out of her way to permit him even something like sumata—she had no desire to do something careless now, earn his resentment, and be hated for it.
Judging by how he kept breathlessly moaning her name like that, it probably meant Seonho was finally getting close to his finish anyway.
Having resolved to endure it a little longer with that thought, Han Sora bowed her head once more.
-Schlop, schlop, schluuup!!
"Haa, nnnghhhh…!! Huu, hyaaaaang…!!"
…All while letting her moans ring out loud, in the desperate hope that somehow Lee Seonho would understand how she felt.
"…, ………!! ……, …, …………!!"
…Whoa.
Am I really allowed to keep watching this?
It's starting to feel like I'm seeing something I'm not supposed to see.
…Not that I could tear my eyes away at this point…ah, they just cried out again, didn't they?
Hmm. Well, monitoring the juniors' improper relations between the sexes is, strictly speaking, a senior's duty too.
It's not like I'm watching because it's fun or anything. This is for the juniors' sake.
…Well, I can't exactly deny that it's entertaining. Watching a man and woman like this, up close and personal, is kind of fascinating, I'll admit.
But… aren't they going to put it in?
From what I understand, sex isn't supposed to be just rubbing like that, is it?
Is this different from the intercourse between men and women that I know about? Or does he figure that since it's not technically "sex," it doesn't count as improper relations?
The figures of junior Seonho and junior Sora stirred up all sorts of stray thoughts in me.
…Enough that I was getting a little interested in the whole romance-between-the-sexes thing I'd never once cared about until now.
That said… junior Seonho, that cock is seriously huge….
I've never seen another man's, so I wouldn't really know, but still—if someone told me to take something like that inside me, there's no way I could.
…Not that junior Seonho, who's dating junior Sora, would ever put it in me or anything, in the first place.
"……!! …, …………!!!"
Ugh, but seriously, this is so frustrating.
I can see junior Sora's expressions and every little movement of her body perfectly, but I can't hear her voice, and it's killing me.
Her face keeps contorting like she's in agony, but then she'll be grinning and making these little gestures with her eyes, so maybe she's actually enjoying herself? I can't tell.
If I could at least hear the sounds, I feel like I'd understand properly. I can't make out a single word of what they're saying to each other either.
Why on earth did that junior forget to turn off Visual Sharing on a day like this, making everything so annoying? If this is how it's going to be, he shouldn't show me at all!
…Or maybe, I should teach him Auditory Sharing too, and let him show me properly.
…Hm?
Come to think of it, that might actually be a pretty good idea?
Junior Seonho already seems completely used to Visual Sharing. It's about time he moved on to the next stage, isn't it?
Kids like Jaeuk and Nayeon say Visual Sharing alone makes them dizzy, so they haven't even considered the next step yet. But somehow I get the feeling junior Seonho would pick up something like Auditory Sharing without a hitch if I taught him. He's my approved disciple, after all—no doubt about it.
I'll have to teach him Auditory Sharing at the next club activity.
I don't know if another chance like this will come around, but it can't hurt to be prepared.
…Ah, either way, I'm watching this one to the end. I want to see how the two of them finish things off, after all.
……!! …. ……!!!
…Goddammit, this is driving me insane!
I want to hear junior Sora's voice too, junior Seonho!!