A True Contest with a Married Woman in Heat
Crack.
"...I refuse to admit it. I'm not some vulgar bitch like that. And I'll never spread my legs for you."
She denied it with a resolute look in her eyes. Even if this was only a dream, she couldn't bring herself to bend that final scrap of pride.
Then again, that was Han Gyeowool's very identity — the duality of craving the training play herself while still wanting to remain the queen. Her body hungered for affection, yet her mouth insisted otherwise. Pure pride.
Yes. This was Han Gyeowool. Which made her all the more delicious to break in.
I would remake her body so she couldn't survive without me — in dreams and in reality alike.
"That's right. This is the Han Gyeowool I know. Too easy and it's no fun. Between that sow's instincts and Han Gyeowool's pride — let's see which one is greater."
I gripped the switch and resumed the training. I spanked her ass until it was properly sensitive, then without fail pushed my fingers inside. Digging into her slick flesh, I mercilessly worked the spot that felt best. Then, the moment Han Gyeowool tensed and sent the signal of climax — I stopped my fingers without hesitation.
What followed was the endless repetition of the same. Stimulate with the switch. Torment with my fingers. Stop right before climax. Repeat, and repeat, and repeat again.
After the same process had been repeated maybe seven times, veins began to rise on her forehead. She glared at me with a look full of resentment.
Uuuugh! How long are you going to keep teasing me like this?!
At least rub your cock against it like last time!
You're hard as hell yourself!
Just as she said, my own cock had remained rock-hard the entire time. Fondling her pretty bare pussy and listening to her heated breathing right in front of my face — how could I not get hard?
But a true gentleman knew how to endure for the greater cause. With humble patience I cast aside impure thoughts and devoted myself entirely to her discipline.
"Why are you glaring at me like that? Got something to say?"
"......"
"No? Then we start again."
"W-wait! Wait a second!"
The moment my orgasm torture was about to resume, she hurriedly stopped me. Then she challenged me as if demanding an explanation.
"Isn't this... isn't this a cowardly method? What meaning is there in an answer you get by tormenting someone like this? Is that what you call making me submit? Is that what you want?!"
Apparently she couldn't endure the orgasm torture any longer, so she had switched to logical persuasion. And her logic was surprisingly sound.
"Hmm. You're not wrong. A fake answer is meaningless."
At my reply, her expression brightened for a moment.
"R-right? This isn't what you want, is it? So hurry up and untie me..."
"Yeah. I was thinking about it wrong. It wasn't the wind that stripped the traveler's clothes — it was the sun."
"What? What are you talking about all of a sudden?"
"Han Gyeowool. You're the kind of woman who breaks when left alone, not when tormented. I've been approaching this all wrong."
Flinch.
She trembled, her eyes shaking in panic. She must have assumed that if it wasn't torture, it would lead straight into fierce sex. She clearly hadn't expected me to simply let go — her expression turned desperate.
W-what? After teasing me this far, you're just going to do nothing now?
Couldn't you at least give in a little after going this far? I've compromised plenty myself!
Damn it! Should I just jump him? It's a dream anyway, so who cares?
But she bit down hard on her lip and shook her head vigorously.
No. I absolutely cannot be the one to jump him first.
Teacher Kang. You have to be the one who takes me first. No exceptions.
Before that happens, I will never beg!
Was it a determination to keep the initiative in sex no matter what? Or simply her innate pride? A woman who had been superior in everything since birth could never accept bowing her head over something as base as sex.
Looking at it that way, she really was a ruthless woman. Even after being tormented this thoroughly, she still clenched her teeth and defended that final fortress she refused to surrender.
Seeing the resolve in her eyes, a competitive fire began to boil up in me as well.
"I like that look in your eyes. Fine. You'd rather die than submit to me, is that it? If I can't hold out and fuck you first, I lose. And if I'm going to do this, I have to properly break you — is that the challenge?"
"Heh. Think you can? I'll admit you got me worked up, Teacher Kang. You've got a surprisingly manly side. But you're still a long way from making me fall for you. You can't handle a woman with nothing but force."
She smiled thinly, as if goading me. I decided to accept her sly challenge.
Sex was something I could have whenever I wanted. What I wanted was to see her set everything aside and beg desperately.
"Alright. This is fun. So you're saying I can't have you just by tormenting you?"
"Obviously. You'll lose control and jump me anyway. Just hurry up, finish in one shot, and be done with it. It'll be a boring, unremarkable fuck either way."
Honestly, this isn't bad either.
If he jumps me first, I can pretend I couldn't resist and give in.
I held out as long as I could, but in the end I was conquered — that kind of feeling.
Then some kissing, and we naturally get tangled up in mutual heat...
If he forces me, I could even suck him a little.
"No. I have my pride too. Let's see this through to the end — who needs it more. Until the words 'please put it in' come out of your mouth first, Han Gyeowool, I won't put it in either."
...Huh? What is he saying?
This isn't how it's supposed to go. Teacher Kang is supposed to be the one who takes me!
"...You sure about that? Looks like that thing of yours is about to explode."
"I can handle this much. Unlike someone, I'm not a sow in heat."
As the situation took a strange turn, she started frantically calculating. But the only thing she could do right now was provoke and stimulate me. Her pride would never allow her to reverse her words and jump me herself.
"...Go ahead and try. See if those words ever leave my mouth. If you'd just begged me to let you have a taste, I might have felt sorry enough to consider it. Too bad."
She put on a show of toughness, acting nonchalant. But inside she was full of anxiety.
Shit. What do I do now? Looking at his eyes, he's made up his mind too.
He's not seriously going to just leave me hanging forever, is he?
No, no. Teacher Kang can't hold out.
If you look closely, Teacher Kang seems completely into me too.
He'll definitely lose control soon and jump me like a monkey, right?
If I give in just enough then, it's a win-win, isn't it?
Teacher Kang! I'll treat you so well, so drop the pride already!
Pride, she says. Look who's talking.
Listening to her inner thoughts left me speechless. She genuinely believed I was the one being stubborn. The man who should naturally be the one to bow was instead demanding that she bow — from her perspective, it was completely incomprehensible.
She really is a queen through and through. Who knew 'masochist' and 'queen' could exist in the same person.
I answered Han Gyeowool's reverse accusation with a leisurely smile. In any case, this too was an inevitable process. I needed to make her position crystal clear at least once.
With that, I straightened her dress again, then collected the switch and the massage oil. When I even untied the necktie binding her hands, her expression filled with disbelief.
Is he serious? Is he really just going to leave me like this?
Then what about me? After being teased this whole time, what about me?!
Soon her eyes filled with rage and resentment. And that fierce wave of emotion transformed once more into pure venom.
Teacher Kang! You've got this completely wrong!
If you'd just listened properly, I was going to give you everything you wanted!
So this is how you're going to play it?
Just watch — see if I ever spread my legs for you!
You've just missed a huge opportunity!
She was so genuinely hurt that she seemed to have forgotten this was a dream world. I ignored that Han Gyeowool and immediately moved to phase two of the plan.
The great Han Gyeowool would never bend that lofty pride just from being left alone. For a little stimulation, I planned to openly masturbate right in front of her.
Fortunately, my phone was still inside the briefcase. I took it out and opened a well-hidden folder of emergency material, revealing several backup videos.
A man always has to be prepared.
Among the dozen or so videos, I selected the actress who most resembled Han Gyeowool. Her looks and figure fell far short, but that insolent gaze was fairly similar.
When I suddenly started playing the video, Han Gyeowool — who had been composing herself — glanced this way. She had already retreated to the opposite corner.
Whether she watched or not, I began undoing the buttons of my dress shirt one by one. Why take off the shirt just to masturbate? Because this, too, was to excite her.
A rumpled white shirt over decent muscle. And a flesh-colored pillar flushed and ready to burst. A man roughly stroking his cock while listening to a lewd woman's moans. Whatever her tastes were, this would make for quite the stimulating side dish.
And she would want to freely soothe that thoroughly teased flower petal of hers as well. But her pride would stop her from masturbating. Touching herself in front of me? That alone would already be as good as defeat.
Ziiip.
The moment my pants zipper slowly came down, a loud gulp echoed from across the room.
A thoroughly starved cat was staring straight at me.