Yujin's Gift
The next day.
Soyeon told me to put on a backpack.
Once I had it on, she yanked the various straps tight, adjusting them snug against my body, then told me to walk around a little. It made me feel like a child again — especially once Dahyun appeared at my side at some point, watching the whole spectacle.
"Nothing uncomfortable?"
"N-no..."
The pack was filthy heavy. I wasn't even sure you could still call the thing a bag. Just a few steps and exhaustion was already crawling up through me. It felt less like a luggage pack and more like... a pesticide tank, or a flamethrower fuel canister, or one of those torso-sized military radios soldiers haul around.
If this had been ordinary society, I never would have lifted something this heavy. The way it molded perfectly to my frame was nice, at least —
Unfortunately, this place was nowhere near Earth. It wasn't the kind of leisurely world where someone else would carry your things for you... Minseo and Jiwoo might have thought differently, but this was not a place with that kind of room to spare.
It was bleak. The one small comfort was not having to haul that massive tent myself — though even that was only because someone else was carrying it in my place, so it wasn't exactly a free conscience.
So there I was, walking around like someone trying on a new pair of glasses, when —
Knock knock.
The door opened with the knock.
Yujin stood in the doorway and waved at me.
"...Ah — h-hello..."
I carefully bowed at the waist.
My every movement turned cautious. Of course it did. That woman terrified me.
It didn't help that she wasn't the type who ran on pure lust. Anyone else would have been panting after a few rounds, putting on some pathetic boyfriend act. Well — you could call that a kind of lust too, I suppose... but it was twisted in a completely different way, wasn't it?
"..."
The two of them knew exactly how the security team treated me. The atmosphere in the room went a little cold —
"Ah, come in. Heh~. Getting ready okay?"
Soyeon slipped her mask back on without missing a beat and broke the silence.
"Eh, more or less~. Heh. By the way — is that Yeoreum's pack?"
"...Yeah. Something like that."
"Cute~. She's so tiny and she's wearing something the size of her whole torso. Heh~."
"......"
"...So. What brings you."
Dahyun, who'd been silent, finally spoke.
"Ah, nothing major~. Just — we leave tomorrow, right? Figured we should talk a little. Every time I came looking for her she was nowhere to be found. And waking a sleeping kid felt wrong."
That was true. More precisely, Soyeon and Dahyun had been taking turns staying with me. And even when I was apart from them, I was usually in the room with Minseo or Jiwoo...
Lately, my body had actually been getting some rest.
"Ah..."
"...Then just a little walk or something. Heh~. That okay?"
At Yujin's question, my instincts swung my eyes toward Dahyun. Dahyun was looking at the other one, so I shifted my gaze to Soyeon.
"......Yeah. Well. Want to go?"
Soyeon's face had gone rigid. Somehow, every time I looked to someone else for help like this, it never seemed to work.
"Y-yeah...?"
More than anything, the betrayal.
You said you'd protect me. Wasn't that the compensation you offered the first time you used my body?
"It's fine."
"...Ah — th-then, uh, okay..."
"Let's go, let's go!"
Yujin came right up and seized my wrist.
My body locked stiff with shock — and still I was staring at Soyeon. The look on her face was something to behold.
"Uwaaah..."
I got dragged off.
Once we'd put a little distance between ourselves and Soyeon and Dahyun, Yujin stood me up straight, hooked her arm through mine, and started walking with a bright, bouncing energy.
"Yeoreum. You've had it pretty easy lately, huh?"
"Ah — n-no, I haven't..."
"Sure you haven't. Heh~! But it's fine. From now on you're sticking right next to us."
"..."
I'd already known that much, more or less.
Whatever she was thinking, Soyeon had deliberately paired me with the security team.
Whether she was mistaking her own feelings or not, Soyeon at least believed she loved me — so this couldn't have been some deliberate attempt to get me killed —
Thinking about it rationally...
Haa. Maybe there was something a nobody like me couldn't see. Or maybe some kind of deal had been struck.
And sure enough, right as I was thinking that, Yujin leaned in and whispered.
"Soyeon and Dahyun really drilled it into us, you know. Heh~. Protect her. Stay right beside her."
"..."
They'd probably also ordered a starving grizzly to guard a salmon. Absolutely. Very reassuring.
"And you know what Dahyun said? She said if we leave you behind, she'll kill us. Hah. Shiver."
"...L-leave me behind?"
Yujin was smiling playfully, but there was real bone in those words.
"Pff. Because it's so far out, right? If we get all the way there and go, okay Yeoreum, survive out here — what exactly are you supposed to do?"
"Uh — uh, what...?"
"But don't worry. Me and Hyebin will protect you for sure. Got it? Heh~!"
"W-wait a second. Th-that, just — wait, say that again—"
"Mm. It's the last day. We should all get on the same page, right?"
I tried to shake her arm off, but the link wouldn't budge.
Of course it wouldn't. What I'd just heard was too hard to ignore.
I'd always been turning over the possibility of being abandoned, of being killed. I'd hoped — prayed — that someone had at least thought through how to handle that.
And they'd left it to Yujin? To the security team?
Soyeon had told me. She'd said she'd explained everything to Yujin, so not to worry too much.
But Yujin liked tormenting me. If she'd done all those things and actually hated them, that would have been even more impressive.
...Which meant, in other words, she must have been given some kind of compensation. What on earth could it have been.
Chocolate? Biscuits? Booze? Would Yujin really nod her head for something that small?
"...W-wait. Just a—"
"Oh? You gonna keep straining like that? Hm?"
"No — I, I'll come right back. I just f-forgot something I needed to s—"
"Hey."
The smallest voice I'd ever heard from her. And yet it reached my ear with perfect clarity — and my muscles, like prey staring down a predator, refused the frantic electrical signals screaming at them to move.
"You keep that up... heh~. You wanna get punished?"
"..."
"Come on. The others are waiting for you. And there's a gift, too. I'll show you when we get there."
She hauled me forward by force. Only then did my body, still refusing to fall, start walking.
"You'll definitely like it."
With that, we walked for a while longer.
"?"
"Aha. She's awake."
"...?"
At the rustling sound I rolled my eyes — and though I couldn't see it, I could tell Yujin had her tongue buried in my ear, writhing.
"...?"
"Hilarious. Look how stupid you've gone."
The world felt wrong. Like it was observing me from a full step of distance, detached.
I was sure I hadn't blacked out.
I mean — I remembered coming in, remembered Yujin suspiciously rolling a condom onto some soft, unidentifiable piece about the size of a cock. Remembered her saying she'd train me, too......
...
"Uh — uh — uwaaah..."
"Ah. Nope."
My mouth was sealed. I was still making those idiot sounds, but her hand muffled them into nothing.
"Nngh — ghk — gheeh—"
My head snapped back. Something was gently scraping and pressing near the entrance to my womb, and it was unmistakable pain.
Like having your eardrum scratched raw.
"Hehe. So cute. Does it hurt?"
"It hurts — it hurts. It huuurts...!"
"Yeah? Should I stop moving? Hm?"
"Yeees...! Yes! Yes!!"
"Guess I have to."
Thankfully, her hand stopped.
Instead of touching that object I still wasn't sure should even be used for this, her fingers went straight to my clitoris — and started kneading it with real gentleness, the way you would a lover's.
"There, there. No more owie. No more owie~. Rubbing that hard little clit feels good, doesn't it? Hm?"
"Nngh — hyaah...! Wait — wait a—"
"Shhh. What does Yeoreum like? Just tell me one thing."
I panicked, not knowing what she meant — and then realized my legs wouldn't move. Because they were tied to the edge of the bed.
And my hands? Same. My arms were pulled behind me, bound around Yujin's waist as she held me. My hands couldn't reach each other — not flexible enough — and they were clearly strapped together with a belt.
I tried to move my arms and only managed to brush Yujin's waist around the elbows.
It felt strange. Being tied up was a first for me. The thought that my dignity was coming apart flickered through my head.
My chest was fully exposed. Arms bound behind me — of course it was.
Yujin stroked that chest. Not groping it, exactly. She ran her fingers up and down my small breasts like she was mocking them, tracing from my ribs all the way up under my collarbones and back —
"Hieuk...!"
"Heh~. Your chest? You like your chest? Want me to rub your nipples? Or use my mouth? Hm? Ah. Wait."
"Ghk—"
Her hand stopped.
"You were about to go, weren't you. Nope. Heh~. Clench. Back to rubbing that clit~."
At the same time her other hand settled on my lower belly and held still.
"Hnn. Do it. Hurry. You not gonna?"
"Ghk — nngh...!"
"Good girl~! Can you straighten your legs too? All the way out to your toes. It'll feel even better."
I clenched. I had no idea what would happen if I didn't.
Somewhere deep inside, near my womb, something buzzed — but that was all. I'd felt this sensation before, but no matter how I thought about it, there was no way I could come from this kind of stimulation in this kind of situation.
I didn't even know which muscles I was supposed to be clenching.
It was my body and it wasn't. Trying to engage the muscles a woman uses at climax felt nearly impossible.
"You about to come?"
Yujin's question. From somewhere far off, a pillow came flying.
"Nngik—"
"Ah. Can we keep it down. For fuck's sake."
Yujin was the loud one. Why was I getting hit...?
"Whyyy. You like Yeoreum too. Oh — you wanna fuck her?"
"Haa. We leave tomorrow. What are you gonna do if she ends up with muscle pain."
"Just leave her."
"...!"
I thrashed. It meant nothing.
"Heh~. Kidding. Ebeb—"
Her tongue found me again. It moved like it was trying to dig into the canal of my ear, relentless.
"Nngh — hik...!"
A sensation nothing like ticklishness.
"I love you. Love you? Ah... feels so good. Hm? I love you. I'm gonna come. Haa."
"Ghk...!"
She worked my clitoris like she was turning a tiny screw, feeding me that worthless ASMR the whole time — and as much as I resented it, my body answered again.
I was going. My clit was too sensitive. I was going to come again—
"Ah, don't come. Clench. Fighting! Yeoreum's internal climax, fighting...! Stretch your feet. Yeah. Legs all the way out~."
Her fingers stopped.
......
I couldn't come.
And then the whole sequence started over — that strange wet sound of her tongue in my ear, the caress of my clitoris.
So how long did it go on. When that tool finally shifted with a wet grind, I was finally allowed to finish.
That was the day I learned internal climax, she said. Did it feel good? Well.
It felt like climaxing while strapped to a machine with no feelings. Good, and at the same time, horrible.
And I ended up putting that knowledge to use much sooner than I'd expected.
"Unnie."
"Hello."
"Hello. Are we interrupting?"
Obviously, I wasn't being groped by Jiwoo or Minseo every single second I spent in the room. Though if you tallied pure time, those moments still outnumbered the rest, so you could call me lucky.
Soyeon cracked the door just enough to poke her head in, wearing that particular smile of hers as she looked at Minseo and Jiwoo.
"No. What brings you?"
"I have a little something to discuss with Yeoreum un— with the Administrator. About the mission."
Minseo and Jiwoo looked at me. Fair enough — it wasn't like they were in any position of guardian authority to grant permission.
"...Y-yes. It's fine...! J-just a moment...!"
It was exhausting work. I'd been half-asleep under the blanket, and hauling myself upright was genuinely hard.
I stopped the song playing from the terminal — some woman with a voice I didn't recognize — threw off the covers, and got up.
I cleared my stiff throat with a couple of dry coughs and stepped outside. Soyeon took my hand firmly and started walking down the corridor.
It would have been nice if she'd lowered her shoulder a little for my sake, walking awkwardly to match my height —
But why did it feel like we were heading somewhere more and more secluded?