Hypnosis Is Sex (1)
At first, I'd only meant to tease him.
No—maybe what I'd really wanted was to use hypnosis as an excuse to smash the wall standing between us, the one that went by the name of friend, or else family.
An order. God, how stupid.
"Haup. Mm. Hnnngh. Haaahn."
The position was mortifying, and yet it felt so good that I was sucking Geon-woo's cock as if I truly were under hypnosis.
"Nnh. Feels good..."
He told me it felt good, and—
"Hoo..."
—in a voice I'd never heard from him before, he moaned while touching my pussy. Gently, as if it were something precious. And lewdly.
"Hnnngh... mm. Haup."
Not that I'd ever expected a voice like this to come out of me, either.
"Schlrp. Hnn. Haaup. Haup. Nnh... mm."
I pushed his cock deeper into my mouth to smother the shameful sounds leaking out of me. He filled me—hot, nudging the back of my throat until a cough threatened now and then. The truth was, every bit of it was exactly what I'd been hoping for. I wanted him to find even these moans of mine pretty.
Even if I was hiding behind the mask of hypnosis—
"Haaht... mm."
—cowardly trying to have him, Geon-woo would probably forgive even that.
"Paaah—. Ge, Geon-woooo..."
A long strand of spit stretched out. Had all of that come from my mouth? It was too embarrassing. Embarrassing—and yet the shame felt good. Was that because I was a pervert?
A strange sensation came rushing in. From my lower back, from around my hips—no, from low in my belly? I couldn't tell where, only that a faint electric current was prickling through me and I couldn't hold still. Without meaning to, I bucked my hips wildly, clenching and loosening my thighs over and over, while Geon-woo's hand clung stubbornly to my pussy, working my clit.
"S-something's weird...!"
"H-huh?"
It was strange. The current was climbing.
"Haaaaaahnnnnngh...!"
It was the first real pussy I'd ever seen—and the first real orgasm, too.
Yeonsu's taut thighs shuddered, and the hands wrapped around me seized the flesh of my back hard enough to tear it off. It hurt. It did hurt.
Slick, slick, slick, slick, slick, slick.
I rubbed faster on pure instinct.
"Haaaaaahnngh!"
Yeonsu arched.
"W-wait! Hnn! S-stooop!!"
Her eyes went unfocused. Her hands grabbed at the pillow, the sheets, at me—clutching and letting go, over and over. Toes and knees locked straight, she couldn't stop convulsing.
"Stoooop, nngh! Hiiik!!"
She kept shouting at me to stop, but for some reason I didn't want to. An incredible wetness gathered at my fingertips.
Spurt, spurt—. Spurt—.
Patter, splash—. Drip—.
Drip. Drip.
The fluid beading on my fingers fell in heavy drops.
"Y-you peed, Yeonsu."
"Haaa. Haaaaah. N-no, I didn't... hnnnngh.... Haaah..."
Yeonsu looked up at me—panting hot breaths, her slick still spilling, her body trembling through little aftershocks all the while.
"Come here."
I lay down beside her. I couldn't just leave her shaking like a slender branch in the wind.
Face buried against my chest as she caught her breath, she was the first to speak.
"Th-that was... something else..."
"Yeah..."
"If we... if we did more... it'd be even more, right...?"
"...Well, y-yeah. I guess...?"
For a moment, neither of us spoke.
"...A-aren't you going to give me an order?"
From just beneath my chin, forehead pressed to my chest, she looked up at me. It was the first time I'd ever seen her this close—the first time I'd seen, from so near, those brown eyes that turned gold in the sunlight, or that small, straight nose I wanted to bite.
"Kiss me. That's an order."
Hearing the order, she smiled, small and bright. The smile was so pretty that I leaned in toward her lips as if I were the one who'd been commanded.
"Wait...!"
"Huh...?"
"It's an order, so..."
Yeonsu squirmed a little out of my arms, wriggling and fussing. She pushed me onto my back and set her hands on my chest.
"I-I'll do it."
And then those soft, small lips touched mine.
Chu.
For a second my head went blank. It didn't taste like some special fruit, the way people always claimed. Still, I could understand, a little, why they called it sweet.
Chu. Chuu.
Yeonsu mussed my hair and pressed in deeper, sucking at my lower lip and licking the upper one.
Haup. Mm. Haa. Chu.
Not to be outdone, I drew Yeonsu's lips in as if I meant to swallow them. Our tongues met, and as if that were the spark, we pulled each other closer—harder.
I remembered something I'd seen somewhere: fold the inside of your elbow, press your lips or the tip of your tongue to the crease, and it feels like a kiss. Give me a break. A real kiss wasn't even in the same universe as nonsense like that.
I grabbed Yeonsu's ass.
"Huum... mm. Haup. Mm."
Her breasts were crushed against me, and her thighs were rubbing frantically along my body.
"Haa... mm. Haup."
Even when I broke away to breathe, Yeonsu came at me headlong.
"Paa. Lie back."
We rolled over. This time I was above her, mouth on hers, and my freed hand slid down toward her crotch. Yeonsu spread her legs as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Even that was dizzyingly obscene to me, and the cock resting against her stomach twitched.
Slick—. Squish—.
She was soaked, as if a flood had broken loose. Like this, maybe it would be all right.
"Hup...!"
My finger slipped into Yeonsu's entrance. Her eyes flew wide at the same instant, but after only a few seconds they closed again. I pushed the finger in slowly. Trying to focus on what my finger felt while kissing her was harder than I'd expected.
"Paaah—."
I stopped the kiss and looked at her, easing my finger a little farther inside.
"Whyyy... hnn...!"
"Don't loook..."
"No. You have to look. That's an order."
At my words, she opened her eyes. Those trembling pupils didn't avoid me this time. Pressed this close, even her faint moans came through clear.
Squish—.
"Haah...!"
When my middle finger was nearly all the way in, the ridges inside began to stand out against my skin. Yeonsu's insides—slick and warm—clenched around my finger and let go, again and again.
Squish. Squelch. Schlick.
"Nnh. Hnnngh. Haa. Hnnn."
I could feel every squirm of Yeonsu pinned beneath me. Honestly, I had no idea how to make her feel good. I knew there was such a thing as a G-spot. I just had no way of knowing where it was.
I shifted my finger little by little, pressing gently along her walls.
Squish. Squish. Squish. Squish. Squish.
Each time, Yeonsu's moans—
"Haht! Haa. Hnngh...! Anh! Hnn."
—turned lewd in a dozen different shades. Like this, I couldn't tell which place felt best.
"...Where does it feel good?"
"I don't knooow..."
"Tell me. It's an order."
"Everywhere..."
"Huh?"
Yeonsu wrapped her arms around my neck and said it low.
"It all feels good..."
Hearing that, a courage I hadn't had came welling up. I rose slowly, and Yeonsu let go of my neck just as naturally. Even under hypnosis, she seemed to understand by instinct what was coming.
I looked at my hand, Yeonsu's slick dripping from it in heavy drops.
"Look at this."
It struck me as strange enough that I wanted to share it with her.
"No. I'm not looking."
She turned her head, too embarrassed for that—but the sight was cute, and pretty, and obscene, and my cock leaked precum as if it had hit its limit. The fluid ran down my shaft, and a thin string of it already connected me to Yeonsu's stomach.
I sat between her spread legs. I could see her entrance, flexing open and shut, and her lips, slightly swollen. Looking down over every part of Yeonsu, the blood rushed so hard I could barely think straight.
"I'm putting it in."
"Okay..."
I pressed my thumb gently against my cock where it stood up. The moment the head lined up with her entrance, that obscene wet sound came again—slick—and Yeonsu let out another faint moan. Thankfully, I never heard her say not there.
When the head vanished into an entrance that looked awfully narrow, I found myself thinking how strange it was.
"Haaaaaah...!"
The instant she took all of the head, Yeonsu threw her head back.
"Does it hurt...?"
"I'm okay... keep going..."
Braced on the bed, looking down at her, I began to push my hips forward, very slowly. Yeonsu seemed to want her arms around my neck, but if our bodies pressed together now, my cock would sink all the way in. Her hands, settled on my forearms, were cold. By contrast, her insides around me were impossibly warm.
I pushed in a little at a time. The pressure was so thick and immediate that I understood at once—this was what people meant by tight.
"Hnn..."
Yeonsu didn't look away from me. Maybe it was thanks to the order from a moment ago, the one that told her she had to watch. I just liked it. The simple fact that our eyes were locked—it just felt good.
"It's almost all the way in."
"Mmh... I can feel it... nnh..."
Fat tears were rolling down Yeonsu's cheeks. When I asked if she was all right, she said she was and pulled me into her arms.
"Haa... haa... haa..."
Having swallowed all of me, she breathed in rough gasps, clutching my neck hard, as if satisfied at last that she had taken me in.
Another few minutes passed.
"You can move..."
Permission fell against my ear, tickling.