I'll Heap Plenty of Praise on Your Pussy
"Are you out of your mind?"
Seo Ji-young snapped her head away as she said it, but my expression didn't change at all as I answered.
"About what?"
Come on. Wasn't that fair?
I'd only been trying to faithfully carry out the order she'd given me. Did praise have to come in words alone? Whether I stroked her head and said good girl or gave her pussy a few gentle pats, where was the difference?
The only other conclusion was that Ha Seung-chul had never been hypnotized at all and was needling her stone-cold sober—but would Seo Ji-young really think that far? I didn't think so.
"Th-this kind of thing…"
"Want me to stop?"
"……"
Seo Ji-young hung her head. From behind, with my arms around her, I couldn't see her face, but I had a pretty good idea of the look she was wearing. Moisture had started to gather against the fingers I'd slipped into her panties.
"This hypnosis app—fuck—never does what I want…. It's a total piece of junk……"
"Should I stop?"
"Do it. Do it, you bastard. Just try not doing it right. I'll order you to cut your dick off…"
Whoa. That was terrifying.
With an order like that stacked on top of everything else, what choice did I have but to put my back into it?
"You rotten bastard. What the hell have you been thinking about me this whole time, if you—ngh?!"
Squelch.
The moment I pushed the tip of my middle finger in, her vaginal walls clung to it like they'd been waiting for me. But what was she going on about now? What had I been thinking about her?
"Hah…"
"Ji-young."
"Nngh… what."
"Why am I a rotten bastard?"
"Because you are…! Nngh, what kind of way do you look at women if, ah, thoughts like this just pop out…"
Ah. That.
Come to think of it, she'd said something similar last time.
— How hard must you have been jerking off to my body for something like that to come out of your unconscious…!
Something like that, if I remembered right.
From my unhypnotized point of view it just sounded like she was completely delusional, but for Seo Ji-young, who didn't know the full story, I could see how she'd land there. Getting hypnotized and then doing this wasn't exactly a common situation.
Seol-ah had been the one to seduce me first, but Ji-young hadn't ordered me to do anything dirty. Tch. Thinking of it that way, I almost felt a little bad.
I had an image to maintain. Maybe I should at least throw her a few sweet lines.
"Well, what do you expect?"
"What?"
"Walking around with these attached and telling a guy not to think about it—that's a little unfair, don't you think?"
As I spoke, I pushed the white oversized tee she was wearing up over her chest. Even from behind, the sheer bulk of those soft masses and the dainty pink nubs at their tips were impossible to miss.
Yeah. Boobs really were the best.
"Y-you—again…!"
"What guy with a working dick is supposed to look at these and just sit still? That'd make him a eunuch. And you're already pretty as hell on top of it."
"Th-that's…"
A little hitch of breath.
I'd noticed it before—Seo Ji-young was ridiculously weak to being called pretty. Maybe it was all the romance comics she read. If a single compliment could make her drip like this, I genuinely had no idea how good it felt for her.
Meanwhile the one saying it was so cringe I wanted to throw up.
"…Am I really that pretty?"
Still. Whatever.
For a girl friend who let me finger her and flash her chest, I could dish out as many lines as she wanted. If it got too gross, I'd just smash a bowl of ramen afterward and call it even.
"Yeah. You're pretty."
"H-how pretty?"
"That would be… prettier than Reika?"
"What the fuck kind of comparison is that…"
"You understood exactly what I meant."
"That's why it's even more goddamn annoying……"
How was "a 3D human is prettier than a 2D girl" not the highest possible compliment? Of course, I never would have said it to anyone but her. She really was the easiest person to be around.
"While we're on the subject, mind taking the glasses off? She doesn't wear any."
"I can't even see in front of me without these…"
"I think you'd look even prettier that way."
"……You absolute bastard."
She swore, but she still did as she was asked. Seo Ji-young with her glasses on was pretty too, of course—but that was only the sealed form of her beauty, the kind that stoked the imagination. The true value of a glasses-wearing pretty girl only came out the moment she took them off.
And if that pretty girl also had her chest bare while I was knuckle-deep in her pussy? Peak perfection.
"Happy now? You really are the worst—kyah?!"
I didn't answer. Instead I grabbed the waist of the girl in my arms and tipped her straight down onto the bed.
"W-what are you……"
Even outside a situation like this it was an obvious truth, but having someone move exactly the way you wanted was an incredibly good feeling. The way her hands clutched at the fabric bunched above her chest. The way she bit her lip in shame and pressed her thighs together yet never once refused. And the way her eyes had gone suddenly soft.
Long explanation short: Seo Ji-young was turned on. She might as well have been in full heat.
"Spread your legs more. I'm going to put my fingers in."
"……"
She glared at me for a second, then obediently opened her legs into an M-shape. That was not a first-timer's pose. Just how often did she masturbate?
"How many have you put in by yourself?"
"Huh…?"
"How many fingers have you put in your pussy."
"……Two."
"Then I'll put in two."
"Hey, hey…! Your fingers and mine aren't the same thick—ngh?!"
I shoved her panties aside and pushed my middle and ring fingers straight in. Even halfway, the snug cling of her walls told me she hadn't been lying. That was a little surprising. I'd pictured Seo Ji-young as the type to ahegao herself stupid on some massive black dildo.
"Hah, nn……"
But that only lasted a moment. She was so wet that after barely a few strokes I could already hear the lewd, wet slap of it. Her panties and the sheets were both dotted with dark round stains where the fluid had dripped.
They were already useless as underwear, so I went to pull them off—and, well. I put a little too much force into it and they tore.
"Ji-young."
"Ah, nngh…… what…?"
"……Never mind."
She wouldn't be able to chew me out for it later anyway, so I decided not to care. What mattered was heaping praise on Ji-young's pussy.
Not a single hair on it—smooth, pale pink, a proper pretty pussy. My fingers had it slightly parted, and I could see it twitching and squeezing out more slick with every little spasm. And above it, her clit peeking out shyly. Wasn't that supposed to be the female equivalent of a glans?
With Seol-ah, the situation had been what it was and the partner had been who she was, so I hadn't really paid attention. This time I'd do it properly.
"Haah…?!"
Ohh.
Just a light touch and the reaction was excellent. All that studying over the past week in case something like this happened again was paying off. Careful—never press too hard. Keep the nails off it. Just fingertips, soft and slow.
"Hngh…! Hey, fuck, Seung-chul, you… nngh…!"
"Does this feel good?"
"F-fuck off…! Ha Seung-chul, you—hhn—virgin incel bastard, acting like you're so good at this…"
"Oh, so I am good at this."
"……I fucking hate this, for real……"
Heh. She'd complimented me.
Next my eyes went to Seo Ji-young's chest. Sweat had started to bead across it, making the soft flesh gleam like droplets of water. She was already pale, and barely going outside only made her look like milk pudding.
Every time I praised her clit she shuddered hard, and the way those breasts heaved with the motion was almost frighteningly erotic. And of course any man looking at that would think the same thing.
I want to touch them. I want to bury my face in them. I want to shove my cock between those massive tits, rub it back and forth, and pour cream sauce all over the milk pudding.
Having finished that thought, I decided to ask as politely as possible.
"Seo Ji-young."
"Hhn…! Wh-what now…?"
"Can I touch your chest?"
"Fuck off!!!"
Failed.
So the pussy was unlocked but the chest still wasn't? Wasn't it usually the other way around?
Feeling stubborn, I decided to try one more time—in the completely flat, genuinely curious tone of someone who just wanted to know.
"Why? I praised your pussy. Getting your chest praised would feel good too, wouldn't it?"
"Not here. For real. M-my chest is sensitive. I touch it all the time……"
Aha.
I still hadn't unlocked the chest, but I'd scored some very useful intel. So she was the type who played with her nipples more than her pussy.
"Got it. Then today I'll just praise this part."
"No, that's not what I—haaang?!"
It was a little disappointing that I wouldn't get to train them myself, but looking at it another way, I'd just acquired a one-click button that could get Seo Ji-young worked up without any effort at all.
Well—every woman had one of those, technically. That little nub that had already swollen into a neat round bead under my fingers.
Before I knew it I'd pulled my fingers out of her completely and focused everything on that spot. It also made it easier to watch her sensitive pussy spray with every touch.
A little longer like that. Quietly stroking her clit—then I tipped a finger up just slightly and pressed firmly into the center.
"Haaauuugh?!!"
Her body convulsed, her hips lifted off the bed, her mouth fell open and her tongue peeked out. I'd just made Seo Ji-young come with nothing but my fingers. The slick soaking my wrist only underlined the glory of the moment.
She herself was so mortified by the orgasm that she'd covered her face with both hands.
"Fuck, fuck, fuuuck……"
But I didn't mind at all. My chest was so full of pride that even her cursing was starting to sound like adorable pouting.
And I had no intention of ending it there.
With a smooth motion I shoved my pants down and off, then held my cock right in front of the face of the thrashing, bed-wrecking Seo Ji-young.
"Ji-young."
"What!! What now, you bas—huh?"
"Praise me too."
"Give and take. I heaped praise on you, so I figure I've earned some back."
"……"
With my massive cock filling her entire field of vision, Seo Ji-young seemed to have lost the ability to speak. She'd just come, so she probably didn't have the brainpower for deep thought either. Whatever the reason, it clearly wasn't the moment for what's a hypnotized bastard doing asking for favors?
In the end she wrapped her hand around my cock like she was under a spell and said this:
"Y-you better know how fucking lucky you are…. You think there's another woman on earth who'd suck a virgin incel dick like yours? This is the first and last time in your life anyone's doing this, so… be grateful……"
"…?"
It wasn't my first.
Well. Imagination was free. I decided not to correct her. Better to leave well enough alone, right?