Sexual Release (2)
‘Uh, uhh…?’
The moment she peeled back Seonho's underwear, something enormous appeared before her eyes.
Even knowing it was a man's cock, it was a size that was hard to believe at a glance—and Cha Eunju, who was seeing a man's member for the first time in her life, froze up entirely.
‘It, it's this big…?’
To be honest, she had braced herself to some degree.
If her relationship with Seonho grew closer than it was now, and the day ever came when the two of them seriously became lovers…
She had genuinely considered the possibility that one day she might come face to face with his member.
But she had never imagined it would be this big.
‘Wh, what if… just, what if, purely hypothetically…’
“…Eunju?”
‘Later, if Seonho and I really do end up in that kind of relationship, something like this is going to go inside my body…’
“Eunju? Cha Eunju?”
“Eep?! Egh?!”
She had been spacing out, staring at Seonho's cock, when his voice snapped her back to her senses.
Only then did she finally remember that she was pretending to be under hypnosis, and that she was supposed to be doing as he asked.
“Ah, uhm. I heard you.”
“If you're feeling uncomfortable even now, we can stop. I really don't want to do anything you'd hate, Eunju.”
“N, no…. It doesn't feel bad… at all….”
…Honestly speaking, it wasn't dislike so much as it was that her curiosity had grown even stronger.
Seeing a man's cock up close for the first time was enough to pique her interest, but more important than that was the fact that this thing was ‘Seonho's cock.’
It was something that might one day find its way inside her body… so if the chance arose, she wanted to learn as much about it as she could.
“Then, may I keep asking things of you?”
“Uhm…. Don't worry, ask me anything. I—I'm under hypnosis, so I can do whatever you ask, Seonho….”
“Then, could you first hold it in your hand?”
“In my hand… o, okay.”
At Seonho's command… no, his request, Cha Eunju cautiously brought both hands up to the towering pillar.
Her touch—laden with curiosity, interest, and a whole host of other emotions—closed firmly around Seonho's cock.
-Squeeze.
“Hoooh….”
-Squeeze!
Perhaps it was the strange sensation of holding one for the first time.
The texture—soft on the surface yet hard underneath—startled her, and her fingers clenched tighter once more. At the same moment, the thing in her grip flinched.
‘Wh, what do I do…?! Is he in pain…?’
Had she accidentally squeezed too hard?
But then again, would it be weird to suddenly let go while under hypnosis? Apologizing wasn't really something she could do in a hypnotized state, either.
As Cha Eunju agonized over what on earth she was supposed to do, Seonho's voice drifted quietly to her ears.
“Yeah, that's exactly the right amount of pressure. Just like that.”
“…O, okay.”
…So she hadn't squeezed too hard, then.
This was the right amount. Thank goodness she hadn't made a mistake.
Which meant that the reason Seonho's cock had flinched wasn't because it hurt.
It was actually flinching because it felt good—which meant…
‘How fascinating….’
She'd thought she knew a fair amount compared to girls her own age, but clearly the manga versions and reality were quite different.
Still, it wasn't an unpleasant feeling. If anything, she wanted to know more.
For instance, what expression Seonho made when he felt good. Or maybe…
‘What Seonho's cock looks like when it, comes….’
Since she was acting like a pervert, exposing a cock in the infirmary, perverted thoughts kept crowding into Cha Eunju's head.
“……”
-Creep.
Watching her expression from the side, Seonho quietly broke into a smile.
⁎ ⁎ ⁎
After getting her first touch of his cock, Cha Eunju had locked her gaze onto it with a look of pure fascination.
And her adorable reaction had Seonho's own member twitching again and again in her hand as excitement surged through him.
‘I didn't expect her to enjoy it this much.’
Part of it was that the effects of Suggestion: Hypnosis filtered out most negative emotions—but the ability had no power to make her feel interest in an act she had no interest in.
The fact that she was fascinated by his cock at first sight, eyes glued to it, meant, quite simply, that Cha Eunju genuinely found his member that interesting.
-Rub, rub.
“…Hh, hooo.”
And she even went further, squeezing her fist around his shaft and kneading it, tight and loose.
As far as she knew, she was massaging it gently so as not to be found out—but from where the sensations were coming through, every one of those careful little movements was unmistakably felt.
Seeing her this interested in something this lewd… it meant, in effect, that her training had reached the point where he could pounce at any moment.
‘If this were my house or a motel instead of a hospital room, I'd have thrown her down already.’
Swallowing his regret inwardly, Seonho moved on to his next command for Cha Eunju.
He'd confirmed that her heart was almost entirely his now—so until the day of her first experience, he needed to make her comfortable and familiar with his body.
“Eunju.”
“U, uhm….”
“This time, keeping your grip like that, could you try rubbing up and down?”
“Up and, up and down…? Like… this?”
-Rub, rub.
“Yeah, just like that. You're doing great.”
…Honestly speaking, the sensation itself was a little awkward.
Compared to when he stroked himself, the stimulation was far weaker, and with her applying force even along the underside of his shaft where the sensitivity was low, his attention kept scattering.
But there was one pleasure that outweighed all of it combined: the simple fact that Cha Eunju was holding his cock in her hand and stroking it.
The sight of her staring at his member with that curious expression, working her hands diligently, doing her best to make him feel good.
Just looking at that expression felt like it could carry him through ten consecutive orgasms. The soft hands of a gloomy, perverted young lady possessed that much destructive power.
-Rub, rub….
“Hoo, hooo…. Hooooo….”
“Feels good, Eunju. Keep doing that, just a little faster now.”
“A, a little faster….”
-Rubrubrubrubrub….
“I, is this right…? O, or should I go faster…?”
“This is plenty. Just keep going like that, a little longer.”
“O, okay…. I'll keep it at this speed….”
…Dangerous.
Maybe it was because the stimulation of Cha Eunju touching his cock was simply too intense, but the signal was already starting to build.
A hand job from a fictional character, something he'd only ever imagined. And not just any hand job—from Cha Eunju, the character he'd poured the most affection into since transmigrating into this world. He hadn't realized it would hit this hard.
On top of that, nearly three days' worth of pent-up lust was playing its part. This was desire that had been accumulating since the eve of the practical exam, so there was no way he wouldn't react to a situation this arousing—Cha Eunju giving him a hand job right there in the church infirmary.
-Rubrubrubrub….
“Ch, Cha Eunju….”
“U, yeah!”
“Haa, i, I think I'm about to….”
“R, really…?! Th, then what should I do—”
“Just keep rubbing exactly like that. Until something white shoots out of my cock. Keep going….”
“O, okay!”
-Rubrubrubrubrub….
Clutching his cock with both hands like she was trying to wring it dry, Cha Eunju worked the shaft up and down with all her might.
That awkward but earnest touch. And his cock—defeated by her passion to make him feel good—erupted, unleashing three days of pent-up desire all at once.
-Fwoosh, fwooot!
“W, waaah…!”
His semen, spewing forth like a volcano, scattered everywhere—across his own body, the infirmary bed, Cha Eunju's face and clothes, and beyond.
“Whew, hoo….”
“W, waaah….”
Whether she was stunned by sheer volume or not, Cha Eunju stared at his member with wide eyes.
Even he thought it had been a considerable load. It might well have been the largest climax of his life—including his previous one.
That was how much hotter Cha Eunju's hand job had been than anything he'd imagined. The only problem was that it had also created a rather inconvenient situation.
‘How the hell am I supposed to clean all this up…?’
The pleasure of ejaculating had been wonderful, but staring at the mess afterward left him a little flustered. It wasn't just on his body—his semen had soaked her clothes and the entire bed, and cleaning all of that up was practically impossible.
Even scrubbing furiously with wet wipes probably wouldn't get the smell out completely. And above all, the biggest problem was that his assigned priest happened to be Kim Isabel of all people.
With her androphobia, she would no doubt notice that strange, foreign smell the moment she stepped into the room. If things got any more awkward than they already were with a woman who was already so hard to get close to, it could cause problems down the line.
And if she actually found out it was his semen, things could spiral to the absolute worst, rendering all the affection he'd built up until now meaningless.
“I should clean up first. Eunju, there should be some wet wipes in that drawer—”
“C, cleaning, you said…? J, just hold on a second….”
-Squirm, squirm.
“……Hm?”
He'd pointed toward the drawer, intending to douse the fire with wet wipes and tissues, but what Cha Eunju did instead was release her own mana.
Watching the dark mana slither slowly toward the semen he'd splattered in every direction, Seonho could guess what she was up to.
‘Come to think of it, Cha Eunju could do this too, couldn't she….’
Cleaning Magic—a technique that used the absorbing nature of dark magic to consume everything it touched. It had been mentioned once or twice in the original novel.
As he recalled, it was the method the original Lee Seonho frequently used to destroy evidence of his misdeeds. Since it could remove exactly the impurities you wanted and nothing more, it was also the most convenient of all the spells Cha Eunju used.
The floor, her own clothes, the bed, and the semen that had splashed onto his—all of it vanished cleanly the instant the squirming mass of dark mana crawled over it, leaving nothing behind except the faint trace of liquid still clinging to his cock. The rest was wiped away as if it had never existed at all.
“I, I cleaned it, just like you said, Seonho….”
“Good job, Eunju.”
-Pat, pat.
“Hee, hehehe….”
She was gazing up at him with the face of a puppy begging for praise, so he had no choice but to stroke her head.
Since this spell hadn't appeared until quite late in the original story, he hadn't expected her to be able to use it already—but clearly, this ability would come in handy again and again.
Thanks to Cha Eunju's single pass of dark magic, the only semen remaining in the room was the bit smeared on his own cock.
Whether she'd simply forgotten while cleaning everything else, or had been too embarrassed to touch that one spot, he couldn't quite tell.
“……”
…Well, I've already gotten a hand job. Might as well push things just a little further.
“…Eunju.”
“Yeah….”
“Just one more favor. Is that okay?”
“U, uhm…. You can ask me anything….”
“The semen left on my cock—could you clean it off with your mouth?”
“W, with my mouth…?!”
“Yeah. With your mouth, Eunju.”
“……”
Staring at his cock—still limp and drained from just having climaxed—Cha Eunju seemed to be weighing a dozen different thoughts at once.
It didn't take her all that long to bow her head down toward his lower body.
“Hh, hagh….”
-Sluck.
“Hhh, hhmm, mmh…. Hhmm….”
-Slurp, sluuurp….
Carefully taking his cock into her mouth, Cha Eunju drew her lips over the shaft and sucked it clean.
-Thump.
“…Hh, hooooh?!”
…And after experiencing that obscene, erotic cleaning blowjob, his cock hardened all over again.