All You Have to Do Is Obey Me
A mood lamp cast a soft, amber glow across the room.
Faint, melodic music drifted in the air, so quiet it was almost imperceptible, mingling with the gentle fragrance of a scented candle flickering on the nightstand. When I stepped out of the bathroom after washing up, I found that Leehyun had meticulously set the stage in her bedroom. There was even a bottle of wine sitting neatly on the small side table.
"When did you find the time to prepare all of this?"
"I put it together in a bit of a rush... Do you like it?"
"Yes. It's lovely."
"Should we have a glass of wine?"
I hadn't even taken that long in the shower, yet in that brief window, Leehyun had managed to touch up her makeup to perfection.
"I'd rather our first time be with a clear head."
"Ah... okay."
Her cheeks flushed scarlet at my words, and she immediately set the wine bottle back down.
Leehyun was undeniably different from the other older women I had encountered. In many ways, she felt remarkably similar to the women of my previous life. Seeking out the right atmosphere and mood rather than immediately rolling her eyes back and pouncing on me was proof enough of that. Of course, the fact that she naturally took it upon herself to prepare all of this still proved she was a product of this gender-reversed world. She simply possessed immense patience and a uniquely different disposition. Either way, I didn't mind it one bit.
"Noona. Is that the only sleepwear you have?"
"Huh? Do you not like these?"
"No, not really."
Her choice of nighttime attire was the only blemish in an otherwise perfect setting. Right now, she was wearing a baggy short-sleeved top paired with wide, loose-fitting pajama pants. In my eyes, those clothes were the single flaw in the room. They were plain enough, but frankly, even that loose, worn-out one-piece dress she wore the other day looked much better than this.
"Can I take a look inside your wardrobe?"
"Of course."
She opened a chest of drawers filled with her sleepwear and undergarments. Rifling through them, my fingers quickly caught hold of a sheer mesh negligee.
"Change into this."
"Ah... but that's see-through. I only ever wear that when I'm completely by myself..."
"Noona."
"Yes?"
"I told you to change into this."
While I wasn't entirely certain yet, Leehyun showed tremendous potential. The impressions I had gathered from observing her, the things she had confessed about herself, and the instructional videos I had looked up before showering all pointed to the same conclusion. If I played my cards right, I could train Leehyun entirely to my liking. She was, without a shadow of a doubt, naturally submissive.
"U-uh... okay."
Cradling the negligee in her arms, Leehyun turned and began walking toward the door.
"Where are you going? Change right here in front of me."
"Ah. Well, that's..."
Her gaze trembled with vulnerability as she looked back at me, but I held her eyes with a stern, unyielding expression.
"Okay..."
Pushing her had definitely been the right move. After hesitating bashfully for a moment, her trembling fingers finally reached up and unfastened the top button of her pajama shirt.
"If you stare at me so intently..."
"Just hurry up and change."
Though her movements were almost painfully slow, she finally slipped the pajama top off her shoulders. For someone dressed in such modest lounge clothes, the brassiere beneath was breathtakingly ornate. Her fair, pale breasts were gathered and pushed high within the fabric. The cups looked slightly too small for her generous bust.
"Ngh... this is so embarrassing."
Leehyun slipped the sheer negligee over her head first before stepping out of her pants. A pair of luxurious panties matching the bra came into view, and beneath them stretched her plump, milky-white thighs.
"Good girl. Now come over here."
Since she had followed my instructions so well, she deserved a reward—even if it was a small one. I intended to instill in her the conditioning that obeying my words would always bring her pleasure and praise. Exactly like training a pet.
Leehyun stepped forward and stopped right in front of me. I raised my hands slowly, making sure every movement was on full display for her.
She swallowed hard.
Taking hold of the hem of my short-sleeved cotton shirt, I drew it upward with agonizing slowness. I had specifically researched how to strip enticingly just for this occasion, and my efforts were clearly not in vain, judging by the way she gulped down dry saliva.
"Jeongseo..."
Beneath the t-shirt, I wore a sheer white sleeveless undershirt. It was an airy style with long, whisper-thin shoulder straps and deeply cut sides. The slightest careless movement would expose my chest and nipples through the generous gaps. In this world, men referred to this provocative style of sleeveless attire as their Winning Underwear.
Down below, I had prepared skin-tight boxer briefs—underwear that traced the full outline of my package and the curves of my hips without hiding a single detail.
"Do you like what you see?"
"Y-yes... You're so pretty. Cute. Sexy. Haaah..."
Leehyun took a shuddering breath, her ample chest heaving up and down. We hadn't even popped the cork on the wine, yet her entire face was burning red.
"Noona. Over here."
Taking her by the hand, I led her toward the bed. I had her sit down on the edge of the mattress while I remained standing before her.
"Relax your hands now, and let go of the tension."
With her seated, my eye level sat comfortably above hers. Gently taking hold of her wrist, I guided her palm up toward my cheek.
"Feel it. We're going to take this slowly."
I nuzzled my cheek against her lifted palm, much like a kitten rubbing against its master's hand, before slowly guiding her fingers down toward the side of my neck.
"Haa... hngh. Haaah... hah..."
At this rate, she was going to hyperventilate. It would be troublesome if she completely lost her composure this early. I guided her fingers across my throat, down the dip of my collarbone, and over my shoulder before lifting her hand away. Slowly descending, I paused right near my navel and lightly hitched up the lower hem of my sheer undershirt.
I abruptly let go of her wrist and took a step back.
"Are you disappointed?"
"Huh? Ah... yes. A little... No, actually, a lot."
"Heh, keep your eyes on me, Noona."
As I lifted the fabric just a fraction higher, Leehyun couldn't tear her gaze away. Her eyes darted frantically between my flat stomach and the pronounced bulge in my tight shorts. She seemed to be concentrating with every shred of willpower she possessed. I indulged in her heated, desperate stare for a moment before snapping the tank top back down and closing the distance between us once more.
"Ah..."
A soft, disappointed whimper slipped from her lips. All she had to do was reach out her arms and she could have easily grabbed me. Yet she remained seated, waiting obediently, even as she whimpered like an eager puppy desperate for a treat.
"Noona."
"Yes?"
"Don't be so impatient. There's a way for you to have all of this."
I took hold of her wrist again, drawing her hand slowly toward my body.
"What is it...?"
"All you have to do is listen to me. Like a good girl."
"Yes. I will."
"You belong to me, Noona. That was our deal, wasn't it?"
"Yes."
I slipped her hand beneath the hem of my sleeveless shirt. Her warm palm pressed directly against the bare skin of my flank. I guided her hand over my abdomen, then around toward the small of my back. The quiet rustle of skin against skin blended with the rhythm of her ragged, heavy breathing.
"How does it feel?"
"S-so soft... Haaah... Ah, it's really so soft."
"Do you like it?"
"Yes..."
"Then try moving your hand on your own now. Slowly. Further up."
I let go of her wrist. Leehyun began caressing me by herself, her fingers hesitant yet eager. I stepped even closer to make it easier for her, pressing my groin firmly against her plush chest.
"Slowly. That's it. You're doing so well."
I gently cradled her head in both hands. Placing one hand behind her nape, I adopted an embracing posture, lightly tilting her head back by the hair so she had no choice but to look up into my eyes.
"Good girl. All you ever have to do is act just like this."
"Mmh... huh?"
"I'm saying, as long as you keep obeying everything I tell you to do."
She gazed up at me with quivering, submissive eyes.
"Then a place in my heart will belong to you forever. Do you understand?"
"In your heart... a place for me?"
I was offering her an entirely unfair trade: surrender your all, and I will grant you a fraction of mine.
"All you have to do is obey me. How does that sound?"
"Forever? By your side until the day I die?"
"Yes. Simple, isn't it? It's not hard at all."
I slowly leaned in, stopping at the exact distance where our breaths mingled and our gazes locked.
"Can you do that for me?"
She swallowed hard. "Yes... I can do it. All I have to do is whatever Jeongseo tells me."
"That's right. Now close your eyes."
Cupping her cheeks in my palms, I watched as Leehyun's eyelashes fluttered shut. I pressed my lips firmly against hers, holding the contact for a lingering moment before softly parting my mouth to slip my tongue inside. Her lips parted in eager compliance, and our tongues intertwined. After thoroughly exploring the velvety warmth of her mouth, I pulled back.
"Haa... haah... haaah... mhmm."
The moment our lips separated, she gasped frantically for air. She had evidently been holding her breath the entire time we were kissing.
"Pfft. How cute."
"Huh? Ah..."
She remained perfectly still and docile even as I patted her head. The dynamic couldn't have been more satisfying.
"Noona. Take off my shirt."
"Me? Really?"
"Yes. Hurry."
Leehyun reached for my top, her hands visibly shaking with nervous excitement as she stripped it away.
"Now lie down on the bed."
"Okay."
Clever as she was, Leehyun had quickly grasped what kind of attitude I demanded of her. Not a single counter-question or demand left her lips. She simply obeyed.
"Now it's my turn."
As she lay flat on the mattress, I climbed on top of her. I planted a tender kiss on her smooth forehead before burying my face into the crook of her neck. Drawing in a deep breath, her natural scent, reminiscent of soft baby powder, filled my senses. I scattered light kisses across her skin, then gathered the generous swells of her breasts in my hands over the fabric of her bra. She made no move to push me away.
"Hnngh... ah. Jeongseo... haah."
Perhaps because I hadn't given her permission to touch me, she didn't dare lay a hand on my body, merely squirming and trembling beneath the waves of pleasure I gave her. I loved every second of it. Having a woman submit passively rather than aggressively dominating me filled me with an exhilarating rush of joy—and along with it, a powerful sense of conquest and satisfaction.
"Noona. Hands up."
"Hands up..."
"Good girl."
I brushed my fingers along her fair, smooth armpits before stripping the negligee off her frame. Then, my hands drifted down to the clasp of her bra, moving at an intentionally sluggish pace so she would have plenty of time to stop me if she wished.
"I'm taking this off now too."
"Okay."
"You know what comes next, right?"
"Huh?"
Had I been a bit too vague?
"You don't know?"
"I'm sorry... I didn't understand."
She apologized reflexively, even though she had done nothing wrong. I leaned down until my lips brushed against the shell of her ear.
"Don't you want to make a baby with me?"
"Make a... baby? Ah!"
Realization finally dawned on her, and she nodded her head with desperate fervor.
"I want to. With you, Jeongseo. More than anything."
Satisfied with her answer, I slid my hands beneath the underwire of her bra. My palms immediately sank into the softest, most tender breasts I had ever felt in my life.