Small and Precious
Hypnosis was still new to me.
Small. Precious.
The moment I let those words out of my mouth, there was no telling what even a hypnotized Yeon-su might do.
"...Soft."
"Hnn. Haaah..."
Yeon-su had slipped in between my legs and lain against me, both hands resting neatly atop my thighs. Eyes half-lidded, breathing in soft little pants, she was taking in nothing but my touch. Then, slowly, she opened her mouth.
"I-it's not small... is it?"
"Huh...?"
"Tch... see? You do think it's small..."
Her lips pushed out in a pout.
"Ah, well..."
She was under hypnosis. That was all.
"It is kind of small, though...?"
"What...?"
Yeon-su tipped her head back to look up at me. A moment ago her cheeks had been flushed pink—when had her face gone this cold? I avoided her eyes and put more strength into my hands. Her nipples felt a little firmer. I pinched one hard, tugged, and said nothing.
"Haahng...!"
Yeon-su curled in on herself.
The power of hypnosis really was something. To think she could still go dead serious and break through a force that strong. I'd have to be more careful from now on.
"Hnn... th-that's mean..."
"...Mean how."
"I... I want to, too..."
The small hands resting on my thighs began to fidget. She stroked me slowly, then pressed with her fingertips and kneaded.
"Why. What is it. Say it."
I had no idea what she was getting at, but she was being cute enough that I grabbed both her breasts.
"Haaahng...!"
Every time I squeezed hard, the pale, soft flesh of those small breasts spilled out between my fingers.
"Haaah..."
I worked them gently, not forgetting to roll the nipples as they stiffened little by little.
"Haaaah—. W-wait a secooond..."
Yeon-su slid down bit by bit, until she was practically sprawled on her back, breathing hard. Of course I didn't leave her alone. If anything, it only made her chest easier to touch—and the more I touched, the tighter she twisted her legs, trying to get away from me.
"Why. You don't like it?"
"Nooo... hnn... i-it's not thaaat...!"
If it wasn't that, then what was it. Don't tell me she felt the same way I did.
"Ah, you want me to do down there, t-too?"
"No!!"
"Ah. Okay..."
"No... s-sorry. It's not that. I... I want to d-do it for you, too..."
Had I misheard? No. I hadn't misheard.
I wasn't even sure I should use the word, but sure enough, once the hypnosis took her, she seemed to move with a single goal—to serve me.
"Right... so that was it..."
I accepted it at once. That would make everything Eun-ju had done perfectly normal, too. Thinking back to the first time Yeon-su fell under, it was the same. I hadn't given her any particular command, so she'd simply stayed still—but the second time, she seemed to be moving toward that service.
"Okay."
"Mm...!"
Yeon-su looked pleased. Not that I let her roll over and sit up the way she wanted. I laid her back down.
"...Hm? Why?"
"Because I want to go first."
"Huh...?"
I wanted to see, too. When the hypnosis ended, Yeon-su wouldn't remember this moment. Which meant that even if I looked at what she kept hidden, she wouldn't remember a thing.
"This is an order. Lie straight on the bed."
"..."
Red as a beet. It wasn't that she felt no shame—no. If anything, hypnosis seemed to make her embarrassed all the time, so I understood. Without another word, I set a pillow behind her head where she lay. Then, as I moved down past her legs—
"Oh, for—!"
My underwear was a complete disaster. The pair I'd left behind in Eun-ju's room had already been soaked through with precum, and now that I'd been fondling Yeon-su, it had happened all over again. Her gaze was locked on my crotch. She couldn't seem to look away from the cock standing stiff enough to show even through the fabric.
"Well? Looks pretty big, doesn't it?"
We'd bathed together up through the early years of elementary school, so it had to be a lot bigger than the last time she'd seen it.
"...Mm... no..."
"What do you mean?"
I stood below her. For some reason, I was nervous. All at once it started to feel like I was peeping. Even if I asked whether I was allowed to look, I already knew she'd say yes. Because of the hypnosis. Seeing a place that precious, in a way like this—wouldn't that count as a crime? Was I a case of Sad Precum Syndrome? Every stray thought in my head piled on at once.
That was when it happened.
Rustle—.
The blanket moved.
"Y-Yeon-su."
"D-don't say anything..."
She spread her legs for me. She was so embarrassed it looked as if her whole body had gone red.
I swallowed dry. Looking at her like that—legs open, offering herself to me—Sad Precum Syndrome was cured in record time. I could feel the head pushing my wet underwear aside and showing itself.
"Th-that's incredible..."
The panties over Yeon-su's crotch were soaked through. So was the bed beneath them. Was all of that fluid from her? What even was arousal, anyway. Had she knocked over a glass of water? When had she had anything to drink? What a mess.
"H-how long are you just going to st-stare...!"
"Ah. Right. Sorry."
I knelt in front of her like a man at prayer.
"Would it be all right if I took your panties off?"
At the question, Yeon-su looked away, then gave the faintest nod.
"...Mm."
I approached her carefully. I sat close enough that my knee touched her thigh, and very slowly slipped my fingers under the band of her panties.
"Hnn..."
Yeon-su was trembling. Judging by the way she was reacting, she probably had no experience either. And still, because of the hypnosis, she'd told me I could take them off. For me—already cured of Sad Precum Syndrome—that no longer mattered.
Snick—.
The elastic tried to break the quiet as it rolled, but neither of us could make a sound, and the silence closed over us again. A thick, indecent scent rushed up and tickled my nose. As her panties came down toward her ankles, she had no choice but to draw her legs together and lift them. My eyes dropped without meaning to.
Glossy, plump outer lips filled my vision at once. With her legs closed, they were pressed together into what looked like a single seam. I set the rolled panties aside. Now fully naked, her legs fell open on their own, and between that closed seam a tender pink inner flesh showed.
I swallowed. It wasn't that I was nervous, or that my heart was pounding hard enough to drive me mad.
"It's pretty..."
"...What are you... saying..."
Both our voices were shaking, like children who had just been crying.
"Wh-what am I... supposed to do...?"
"M-maybe if you... touch it..."
"...Okay."
I should have at least washed my hands. Very carefully, I brought my hand to her crotch. Where was I supposed to touch first? I didn't really know—only that you weren't supposed to go shoving into the entrance before you'd eased the tension. I ran my index finger up along the pink inner flesh visible between the parted seam.
Slick—.
That was all it took for a sound filthy enough to finish me on the spot.
"Haahng..."
The same kind of sound left her mouth. Startled, I met her eyes, and my chest seemed to heave. I ducked my head at once and decided to focus on the finger that had gone wet. I was going to check, one by one, everything I'd been so curious about. If I didn't, this rolling feeling in my chest was going to make me screw something up.
I meant to soak my finger thoroughly in the slippery fluid. A couple of upward strokes with my index finger, and then, naturally, I rolled it over the clitoris at the very top. I'd seen where it was in porn, so the spot wasn't hard to find. The only thing that surprised me was Yeon-su's hips jerking up.
"You okay? Did that hurt?"
"N-no. I-I'm fine."
"R-really...?"
"Mm... keep going..."
I gave a small nod and went on. What was I even supposed to call this? Foreplay. Foreplay felt like far too generous a word when I knew so little. Porn. I'd watched plenty of porn. But they went at it way too rough in those, and honestly, I wasn't even sure that was my taste. Right now all I wanted was to treasure her. To be gentle.
It was only my own guess, but Yeon-su had no experience. For her, every moment of this was a first, and even if she wasn't going to remember, I didn't want to hurt her.
"I-is this all right...?"
With my soaked index finger I stroked up along her pussy and rolled her clit, over and over. Yeon-su didn't answer. She only turned her head this way and that, too busy moaning.
So I must be doing this right.
"S-stoppp..."
"Ah... s-sorry."
"Haa... haaht... haa.... Geon-woo..."
"Mm... what. D-do you need something...?"
"Come here..."
I hurried to her side. Had I touched the wrong place?
"...Take them off."
"Huh?"
"I'm gonna do it too, so take them offff...!"
She lightly caught the edge of my underwear.
"O-okay."
I'd already shown Eun-ju. As if I couldn't show Yeon-su, too. I pulled my underwear down at once. She looked a little startled by the cockhead, flushed and dripping with how badly it wanted her—
"...Come here..."
"Mm..."
She slowly pushed herself up and pulled me into her arms. Those unfocused eyes made her look like a different person entirely. Her breath spilled over the cock already smeared with precum.
"Haa..."
"What. What's wrong..."
"Hwp."
"Hnn...!"
"Mmh. Hwp. Slrp."
"Y-Yeon-su...!"
"Haa...!"
To think a day like this would actually come. Yeon-su, sucking me off first. At the moan that slipped out of me, she seemed delighted and sucked even harder—arms wrapped around my waist, nothing moving but her head, trying to take all of me into that small mouth.
"Y-you come here too...!"
I reached down and slid my hand between her legs.
"Hwp!"
Yeon-su looked up at me with widened eyes. I only looked quietly down at her.
Slick— squelch—.
Just stroking her pussy was enough to draw out filthy sounds.
Mmh. Slurp. Hwp. Suck.
Slick—. Schlick—. Squelch—.
And like that, the two of us erased the silence with sounds that were lewd, and clumsy.