The Lewd Act She Permitted (4) (Illustration — Discretion Advised)
The slick sound of skin clinging and tangling together. The friction had grown far rougher than when I'd first started rubbing against her.
Within those movements that could no longer be called cautious by any stretch, Han Sora's hips began moving along my cock of their own accord, instinct taking over.
"Hah, kk, hnggh…?! Hek, hyaaaahhh…!!"
Broken breaths spilled out in a chain, punctuated by long, intermittent moans. It wasn't hard to infer her state — she was being forced to react, unable to suppress the pleasure piling up inside her body in all the wrong ways.
She's gotten seriously sensitive ever since she came once.
When we'd first started grinding against each other, I'd moved on my own desire, feeling pretty good myself. But now it was Han Sora who was actively pushing her hips against my cock, as if she wanted this moment's pleasure to keep going without end.
"Haaaaaah…!! Heu, h, kkheueuuk…!!"
At this point, I wondered if this was a bit too explicit a video to be showing Lim Yujin, who was watching this whole display. If Sora bared that shamelessly bitch-in-heat expression of hers too openly, Lim Yujin's wariness toward me might go up a notch.
I suppose I should be thankful the sound wasn't transmitted along with the visuals. If those noisy moans had come through too, she'd have almost certainly categorized me as an enemy of all womankind.
…Or no — knowing how endlessly curious Lim Yujin is, maybe she'd actually get interested and try to get closer? Honestly, that possibility felt entirely plausible too.
She was just an extra in the original story, after all. It's hard to be certain about anything with her.
With girls who played major roles, like Han Sora or Kim Isabel, I could predict their behavior and act accordingly. But with someone like Lim Yujin, there were behavior patterns I'd never know without going through a fair amount of trial and error first.
Telling myself I couldn't be perfect at everything, I simply focused on the girl in front of me and our relationship here and now.
And then, as she worked her hips earnestly, the moment of release arrived before I knew it.
Right up until the last second, I made a show of still being unaccustomed to this whole thing, calling out Sora's name in a flustered rush.
"Hah, Sora! I'm, I'm about to come—!"
"Hng, nkkheueuuuk?!"
With a moan laced with bewilderment, Han Sora took my release as it came. My cock, ground between the wet core of her thighs, spurted hot, sticky fluid into the space between her legs.
-Splat.
"Hah, ah…. Hnggh, hah…."
Still holding my cock between her nether lips, Sora let out a faint, languorous moan.
Compared to an outright climax it was a subtle difference, but I could tell well enough. Enough to know that she was somehow, somewhere, dissatisfied.
-Rub, rub.
"Hah, u, hng…. Haaa…."
Moving her hips atop my freshly spent cock, Sora kept casting glances my way with a faintly wistful look on her face.
The cause was obvious enough — she'd been rubbed through her climax, pleasure piling back up, and then it had all been cut off in that half-finished state. She'd obeyed without resistance, so naturally she'd been hoping for a reward to match. And since things hadn't gone the way she wanted, dissatisfaction couldn't help but build.
"U, hng…."
Quietly catching her breath, Sora warily studied my face. The way her eyes would meet mine and then occasionally dart downward told me plenty about what was going on inside her head.
…But of course, there was no way I'd be the one to bring it up first. Letting her stew like this, until she was the one who pounced on me — that was what gave me my justification.
"Good work, Sora."
"…U, uhn."
"Thanks for going along with my selfishness, Sora. It really did feel amazing, thanks to you."
"……Yeah."
Even her voice carried that flat, unmistakably curt edge. And yet she couldn't spit out what she really meant, just quietly lowering her head with a complicated expression — an endearingly cute Han Sora, all told.
Her legs still hadn't gotten their strength back. All she did was tremble faintly on the spot and avert her gaze.
After the 'sumata' that had begun with Lee Seonho's suggestion came to an end.
Han Sora remained standing in place, her feelings decidedly complicated.
Seriously, I was so close….
Just a little more and she could have come a second time. Why had he stopped right at the brink? Sora couldn't stop dwelling on that maddening attitude of Lee Seonho's, the lingering want refusing to fade.
He could just be honest, you know. If he wants to do it, all he has to do is say so.
Because if Seonho wanted it, Sora was ready to give him her first anytime, anywhere. Not this half-measure of an act — even if he really did put himself inside her, she already knew she was more than willing to accept it.
So was it any wonder that she kept feeling this quiet resentment toward Lee Seonho, who, after finishing, had actually started to apologize and wrap things up?
She was in the middle of that strange, muddle-headed spiral when he came up to her, the handkerchief he always carried in hand.
"You've gotten messy. I'll wipe you down."
"…Uhn."
The same warm, considerate Seonho as always.
It was this exact personality that had made her fall for him in the first place, and it was this personality that had brought them this far — both true. And yet, she wished he would act on his desires just a little.
It didn't have to be some hypnosis trick or anything weird.
…And if he was really too embarrassed, then fine, he could just hypnotize her and order her to do it. She honestly wouldn't mind.
Haa. What am I even thinking, seriously….
Just as Sora was sighing at herself — at how Seonho's perverseness was slowly turning her into a pervert too — she felt the soft touch of cloth against her inner thigh.
-Rub.
"Hyaaah…."
His hand was wiping away the traces of her that had splattered between her thighs and across her lower belly, and her body flinched before she could help it.
-Rub, rub.
"U-um, Seonho?… I-I can wipe myself, you know…."
"I feel bad, that's all. You went along with my selfish request as it was, and then I went and made a mess of you on top of it."
"N-no, that's not…. U, hng…."
This… might be a little dangerous.
His touch landing on her still-sensitive body, so close to the edge she'd been denied, felt far too good.
The stray thought slipped into Sora's head before she could stop it — that maybe, just maybe, if she simply surrendered her body to this, she could come a second time after all.
I-if I feel something, that's Seonho's fault…. It's not that I'm lewd, i-it's Seonho's fault for touching me when he knows I'm sensitive….
At some point, Sora had started rationalizing her own desires like this as she cautiously surrendered herself to his touch — while Lee Seonho, for his part, unhurriedly ran the handkerchief between her legs.
-Rub.
"Hng, hnggh…."
-Rub, rub.
"Hah, hng…, ah…."
His hand was touching nothing but her inner thighs and the area around her stomach, and yet she felt like she couldn't hold back the sounds escaping her throat no matter how she tried.
It was mortifying — and impossible all the same. Sora's sensitized body kept reaching, over and over, toward a second climax under Lee Seonho's fingers.
…And there was also, just the tiniest bit, a hope folded into it: that if she let these little lewd sounds leak out, maybe he'd want to go another round.
-Squelch.
"Hng, hnggh?!"
When his hand grew bolder, pushing the handkerchief all the way to her mound, a sharp, obscene moan burst out of her before she could stop it.
-Squelch, squelch.
"Hah, h, hng…!"
It was a spot far too sensitive — and far too lewd — to honestly call this "just wiping her down." The soft fabric and the ridges of his fingers brushing along the folds of her nether lips set Sora's body smoldering all over again.
All the way here…. S-so he does want….
Maybe he'd only been pretending to be satisfied, and really he still wanted more. If so — maybe he'd keep up this "cleaning" pretense and then shamelessly bring it up again, suggest they do something lewd together….
And so, cherishing that thought, Sora cautiously let a series of moans slip out — deliberately shaped, the kind meant to lure a man in.
-Tssuuuk.
"Hah, h, hnggh?!"
"There, all done, Sora."
"……Wha, what?"
"All wiped down. Let's get the training started again. Get dressed."
"……"
At the sight of Lee Seonho casually retracting the handkerchief and tidying up as if nothing had happened, Sora's expression froze solid.
Seriously, it just… ends like this?
No matter how she looked at it, nothing about the mood had felt remotely finished.
Why, why in a moment like this, would he hold his desire back and quit?
Unless… she was the only one who wanted more, and Seonho really was satisfied….
-Blush.
"……"
…But one glance at his still-standing, rock-hard length said otherwise. Quite decisively otherwise.
So she wasn't the only one left wanting after all.
Sora confirmed it all over again — the sight of Lee Seonho wrapping things up despite leaving things incomplete, purely to be considerate of her, exactly as he always did.
What is with him, Seonho obviously wants it too….
The patience Han Sora had endured for so long finally, barely, snapped.
"…Lee Seonho."
"Hm? You're dressed already? Wait, I still haven't…."
-SLAM!
"U, uwaah?!"
…It was a rather forceful method for a girl, but at this point there was truly no other way. And besides, Lee Seonho was the one at fault in the first place.
He'd set the entire mood like he was actually going to do it — and then tried to call it quits at just this much. That was his fault, spineless and indecisive, not befitting a man.
Even if she got a little honest with her own desires here, surely he wouldn't hate her for it.
"Hah, h, Lee, Lee Seonho…."
"So, Sora…?"
When he came to, he was flat on the training ground floor, looking up at her. And Sora was looking down at him, breath coming in ragged pants.
Her eyes had already gone past the look of a female friend, past the look of a lover — they now held the raw hunger of a beast eyeing its prey.
"Hah…. I-it's your fault, Seonho. Y-you keep teasing me halfway and then stopping…. You're j-just not honest…."
"…Um, Sora?"
"It's… it's your faaault…."
Mumbling words that even she could tell were no excuse whatsoever, Sora slowly lifted her body above his. Her hand came to rest on his erection.
-Squelch.
"H, haaah…!"
Carefully aligning the entrance of her body with him, Sora brought herself down. The moment Lee Seonho's tip touched the folds between her legs, at the very mouth of her, a lewd cry spilled out of her entirely on its own.
This was the same wanton appetite that had been ground against him mere moments before. And now Han Sora had resolved to cross one more line with Lee Seonho.
"…Are you going to be okay, Sora?"
"I've been… okay since the beginning…."
"…I'm sorry. For not realizing sooner."
"Hah, I don't care anymore…. From now on, I'm just going to do what I want to do…."
For a conversation between lovers, the two of them traded words shot through with a truly remarkable amount of embarrassment.
-Crk…!!
"Aah, haaaaaah…!!"
Along with the brief sensation of something inside her giving way, Han Sora finally experienced her 'first time' at last.