Dohee's Outdoor Training
Several days had passed since I began training Dohee. Unlike Mom, who had been ready to become a masochistic slave from the start, Dohee still clung to a rebellious attitude — but she couldn't hide her true nature. With every session the mask slipped a little further, and by now she was moaning freely during sex and starting to enjoy it herself.
Mm. She needs a stronger stimulus… What would make her finally admit it…?
Training Dohee was far more difficult than training Mom. We had begun in something close to semi-rape, so she still carried hostility toward me. It had faded a great deal, but it would take much longer to erase completely. On top of that, training her came with serious constraints.
She attended school, so I couldn't force sessions during those hours, and at home I couldn't be open about it because of Mom and Seohee. That left me with painfully little time, never enough to work her over to my satisfaction. Simple pleasure of the kind I was giving her now would never be enough to break her completely.
Wait… thinking about it, back at the hotel…
As I turned the problem over, the memory of the hotel surfaced. The way Dohee had reacted when the room-service girl brought our food while she stood there in clothes so sheer they barely counted as clothing. She had been mortified — yet even more than that, she had been aroused, her pussy growing wetter by the second. The method to make her submit crystallized in my mind.
"What the hell is he planning this time…"
Dohee read the text from Oppa, sighed, and muttered under her breath with a faint edge of irritation.
Black tank top, shorts, and a jersey. No underwear.
A midnight walk was already strange enough, but the outfit instructions made his intent clear: black tank top, shorts, a jersey — and no underwear under any of it.
Ever since her first time at the hotel, Dohee had been having sex with Oppa almost every day. Not the ordinary kind lovers shared, either — dangerous, thrilling sex stolen at home while dodging Mom and her little sister's eyes. And Oppa's tastes ran rough enough that holding her voice down was a struggle every single time.
She was starting to enjoy it on her own now. She could feel her true inclinations surfacing more and more, yet she still refused to admit it. By her own common sense the situation was completely abnormal, and taking pleasure in it would mean admitting that she was abnormal. So she still refused to accept it.
"Ugh…! Time to change again…"
Just reading the text made her pussy respond on its own, leaking slick until her panties were ruined. Her body was so honest that the slightest arousal was enough to soak them through; she was changing two or three times a day, yet she still wouldn't acknowledge what it meant.
Her body craved Oppa, but her head still labeled him a bastard. Mentally she hadn't surrendered — yet the mere thought of him was enough to leave her wet and aching.
"Haa… Fine. Sleep."
No matter how she turned it over, she couldn't find another answer. With a resigned sigh, Dohee let herself sink into sleep. Even in her dreams Oppa violated her, and when she woke her panties were soaked through. She flushed crimson, changed into fresh underwear, and headed to school while repeating No over and over in her head.
"I'm home."
"I'm… home."
Dohee and Seohee returned together, greeted the house, and retreated to their rooms. Tomorrow was the weekend — both of them had the day off. Perfect timing for Dohee's outdoor training tonight.
When Mom heard about the outdoor session planned for Dohee, she spoke with open envy, though she had already endured something similar and far harsher on their last date. In the end she simply looked a little wistful and told me to do a good job.
Aah… I'm so jealous~
I was training her own daughter into the same kind of sow she herself had become, and Mom no longer felt the slightest resistance. All she felt was anticipation and heat at the thought of someday being trained side by side with Dohee.
Midnight.
Slip…
At twelve sharp I heard Dohee leave first. At this hour the house was normally dead asleep; if you slipped out quietly, no one ever noticed. Seohee would of course be out cold, and tonight Mom wasn't receiving any training of her own, so she was either sleeping or already touching herself to the fantasy of Dohee being broken outdoors.
I got ready myself and headed for the place we had agreed on.
A short walk brought me to the park entrance, where Dohee was already waiting. The moment she spotted me her expression went sulky; she didn't even bother to greet me. She had already guessed what I intended the second I told her what to wear, and the knowledge had put her in a faintly rebellious mood.
"All right. Let's take that walk."
"Ugh… Fine…"
I rested a hand on her waist and led her into the park. It was a sizable place — a full circuit took a full hour — popular as a daytime promenade, but sparsely lit at night, so few people came after dark.
At midnight it was completely deserted, the paths dim and quiet. I had chosen it with some consideration, since this was her first outdoor exposure; compared to what I had done with Mom, this was almost gentle.
"All right. Jersey off."
"O-okay…"
Dohee's hands trembled as she obeyed and stripped the jersey away. We stood right under a streetlight; her body was perfectly visible. No one else was around — only me — yet she still kept glancing nervously into the shadows.
"Your mouth's still rough, but your body's honest."
"I-it's not!!"
"If you shout like that, someone might come looking."
"…"
I teased her while she was hypersensitive with shame; she flared up at once, then fell silent the instant I mentioned the possibility of strangers. The real reason I was toying with her was obvious: her inverted nipples were standing out hard enough to punch through the thin tank top, as if the "inverted" part had been a lie all along.
Good. Her body's answering beautifully.
She kept claiming she was only doing this because she had no choice, but her body was growing more obedient by the day. In the past it had taken serious stimulation before her nipples would even come out; now they rose stiff and eager on their own, already anticipating the training.
"We keep walking, then. Ah — and no covering yourself. Hide anything without my permission and I'll make you walk completely naked."
"O-okay…"
The word naked made her flinch, but excitement was already starting to take hold; her answer came out surprisingly obedient, and a faint, lewd little smile tugged at her lips.
I took her jersey and started walking. Her enormous breasts swayed heavily with every step. Normally she compressed them under a sports bra, so the motion never showed; now, with nothing underneath, the full weight and power of them were on shameless display.
"Nnh… Mmh…"
Each step set her chest rolling, and every time a nipple scraped the fabric she let out a soft moan. Sensitive as she was, even that light friction was enough to make her feel it. I judged the moment ripe and began the real training.
Squish — squeeze!
"Hnnnnngh…!!"
"You've been bouncing those things at me this whole time — how am I supposed to hold back?"
"I-it's not like that…! Hngh…!! N-not the nipples… aahhh…!!"
I planted a hand on her shoulder and sank my fingers into her breast; Dohee couldn't hold the moan and cried out, her hips shuddering. Just fondling her chest was enough to send a thick line of pussy juice sliding down her thigh. When I pinched a nipple hard she climaxed for real — tongue lolling, waist jerking in tiny spasms as the aftershocks rolled through her.
"Did you just come?"
"N-no…!"
Pride still wouldn't let her admit it, but her body was far too honest to hide the truth.
"That so? Then we keep walking."
"Eh? O-okay…"
I released her without further comment. The unexpected mercy left her flustered; embarrassment at her own state forced her to compose her face again, and she resumed the walk.
"Haa… haa… haa…"
After about ten minutes she kept stealing glances at me, only to look away the instant our eyes met. No matter how hard her willpower fought, a body once set on fire did not cool easily. Ever since I had first taken her, the only way she knew to ease that heat was sex with me. Right now, I was the only one who could soothe her.
"All this walking's made me thirsty. I'm going to grab a drink from that machine. Wait here. You remember what I said earlier?"
"L-let's go together…"
"No. Stay."
The moment she realized I was leaving her alone, Dohee clutched my sleeve with trembling fingers and looked up at me with anxious eyes. I shook her off without mercy and headed for the vending machine. She stood under the streetlight, every detail of her body sharp and clear — the slick trailing down her thighs, the nipples standing stiff against the thin fabric. Anyone who happened past would see exactly what she was.
I watched her from the darkness beyond the light. She obeyed the order and made no attempt to cover herself, but her eyes never stopped scanning the empty paths. She looked toward my side as well, yet the shadows were deep enough that she couldn't find me.
And so I waited, letting the pressure grind her down until her mind reached its absolute limit.