#9 Scenario Day 10 - Intern Training
Once that pent-up urge to pee finally broke free, it wouldn't stop until the very end.
Drip.
Only after squeezing out the last drops did she look up at me with that delicate face of hers.
It was a mix of embarrassment and shame.
Such expressions were rare for Maeng Soyul, who rarely showed changes in her face. A precious sight.
"Hm, got it all on camera nice and clear, Soyul."
"Ah... uh...."
She couldn't muster any words, just stewing in her mortification.
Thud, thud.
Footsteps echoed from outside.
Maeng Soyul's body went rigid, frozen in place.
I set the camera behind me and pressed a finger to my lips.
A clear "shh" gesture anyone would recognize.
The person who'd finished their business rushed out to catch the rest of the movie.
"Get tense?"
"Y-yes...."
I chuckled and stroked her hair.
"Movie wasn't that fun, right?"
"Well...."
She probably had zero memory of it, thanks to the vibrations buzzing in her pussy.
I pinched her cheek lightly and scratched it teasingly.
"Anyway, as your senior, I'll help you out. Hang on."
"No, ah...."
I rolled up some tissue and squatted in front of her.
Maeng Soyul stared at me in flustered panic, her face flushing red.
Swish.
I grabbed her calf and lifted her leg. Her tiny pussy came into view right before my eyes.
Wet, though whether from piss or her juices, who could say.
I wiped her shameful spot with the rolled tissue, saying,
"It's fine. Your senior's got you. You trust me, right?"
Not exactly the right words for the moment, but that's how the scenario played out.
"There, all done. Stand up."
"......"
"Hm... your panties are soaked through. Can't wear 'em. Here."
I stripped off her panties, leaving her in just the dress, and tossed them straight in the trash.
"Ack!"
"Shh, someone might hear."
"......!"
Over the past few days, I'd slowly melted down her body and mind, making them dependent on my words.
At the same time, the dildo was crumbling her innocence, her complete ignorance of sexual pleasure.
"Let's go. Stick right behind me."
I checked that no one was coming before stepping out of the bathroom.
"Movie sucked, huh? Wanna head out?"
Mission accomplished—no need to sit through that boring flick.
I led her outside, but even a light breeze between her panty-less thighs made her tremble wildly.
"It's okay. Just trust your senior."
I kept filming her with the camera.
"Let's hit a cafe."
A perfectly ordinary date.
Shopping at the department store, catching a movie, sipping coffee at a cafe.
The only twist: that dildo inside her.
For Maeng Soyul, it was her first sex, her first date. All of it etching deep into her subconscious.
Sitting in the middle of the cafe, I propped my chin on my hand, took a sip of coffee, and slowly cranked up the intensity.
"Ah...! Senior...."
"It's fine, it's fine. Camera's catching it all nice. Your face looks pretty too."
"......Still.... ugh...."
In a packed cafe, right at the center table, no panties, her body quivering.
"Oh, and no bathroom till we head home."
"Huh? But...!"
Her eyes shook wide, but there was no helping it.
I grinned and tossed out some idle chit-chat.
"Met Woo-hyun and Da-young back in college."
Glancing at her as I spoke, she wasn't focused on my story at all.
Her ever-shifting expressions were plenty entertaining on their own.
Vrrr.
Every ramp-up and ease of the vibrations twisted her face, making her hyper-aware of the stares around us.
"Soyul."
"Hng... yes...?"
"Bothered by the eyes on you?"
I held out my hand to her. She clasped her trembling little fingers in mine, and with the most trustworthy face I could muster, I said,
"Then just look at me."
"Ah...!"
I was tuning her reliance on me, bit by bit.
Vrrr.
If you listened close, you could hear the dildo's whine even in the noisy cafe.
But too faint for busy folks to notice.
"Hng... haa... ungh...."
She bit her lips tight, desperately muffling any leaks. Admirable. Cute.
"Bet you'll look adorable watching this footage later."
At those words, Maeng Soyul—clinging to my hand just to hold on—jolted and shuddered.
Shiver!
"Hm?"
Didn't expect her to cum from that. I dialed back the dildo quick, and she let out a sigh of relief.
First orgasm ever, courtesy of me. Couldn't help but smile.
"Shall we get up?"
Next stop was set: restock on love gel, running low.
Could order online, but we weren't done playing yet.
"Oh, laid out like this here? First time for you, Soyul?"
Her legs too wobbly to walk fast, so I offered my arm. She had no choice but to lean on me.
Like a pet, Maeng Soyul had transformed. I petted her head as we entered the adult shop.
Bright and inviting for couples—places like this were everywhere these days.
"Hmmm...."
Dildo still buzzing, we browsed the narrow aisles till I grabbed a tube of love gel and checked out.
"......"
She looked ready to collapse any second.
Time to call it—no pushing further.
Still had karaoke and dinner planned, but this'd just rack up dissonance.
I scratched the back of my head and gave in.
"Guess we head home."
Maeng Soyul.
Her first experience. Her first date.
All thanks to her senior. She never really dreamed of some ideal type.
No way a guy would like her anyway.
Even if one did, it'd be one of those old factory bachelors.
She'd even thought dating a near-40 never-married guy would've been fine.
"......"
Rumble.
But ever since meeting Nam Siu—sitting shoulder-to-shoulder on this bus, leaning against him—those stuffy old thoughts were unraveling like a ball of yarn.
Bzzz.
Every gust of wind had her pressing her skirt down tight, lest it reveal anything. The sensations wailing from inside made her even more sensitive.
"Tough? Lean on me more."
For some reason, his words put her at ease.
Those factory guys' stares had been nothing like this.
"You try too hard on your own. Lean sometimes, dummy."
He pressed her head gently against him. So comforting.
This new sensation of relying on someone—paired with the teasing stimulation below—was changing Maeng Soyul.
Hiss.
Soon, they arrived at the apartment. The place felt familiar now, after just a few days.
"Alright, time to take this out?"
"......Yes."
"Gotta hike up your skirt."
The gift he'd bought her. Lifting the sky-blue dress revealed her bare, shameful pussy.
Squelch.
Just a touch, and her hypersensitive body reacted all over.
"But... is it okay showing your pussy to me like this?"
A bit late for that, but she figured it was fine.
"Yes."
"Good. Thanks."
Shame flooded her at the sight of the dildo, soaked in her juices.
"Need the bathroom?"
"......Yes."
She'd been holding it since earlier, honestly.
He stood, sat her on the sofa.
Click.
Camera on tripod, he hiked her skirt to her belly, flashing a bright smile.
"So... how'd it feel? Walking around with a dildo in your pussy?"
She knew the words, but hearing them direct like this was novel.
Yet it didn't feel weird at all.
Maybe from hearing them nonstop the last four days.
"It just... tickled...."
Couldn't pin it down exactly. Vague answer, but he reached out and petted her head anyway.
"It's fine. That's plenty."
Casual praise in his tone and touch made her senior feel so reliable.
And since he'd taken her first time, no matter the boundaries, her eyes and heart kept drifting to him.
"Wanna hold your skirt up?"
She did as asked, holding it high.
Nam Siu smiled, slowly parting her thighs.
She'd never properly seen her own spot, but she could feel how drenched it was.
'But why...?'
As the question formed, he dropped to his knees, hugged her thighs tight, locking them in place.
"You trust your senior, right?"
He noticed her puzzled look and asked.
"Yes. Of course."
Trusting him was as natural as breathing now.
His smile at her answer eased her mind.
"Then don't let go of that skirt, no matter what. You trusted me, so here's a gift."
"......Huh?"
Made no sense. Then his face drew close to her shameful place.
Slurp....
His tongue licked her pussy, and all the buildup from the dildo since morning exploded, whiting out her vision.
"Haaaang!"
She wailed, hips bucking up.