You Idiot, I'll Let You Touch Me All You Want Out of Pity
Nayeon grabbed the collar of her T-shirt, stretched it out, and leaned toward me. Her cheeks were slightly flushed, and she giggled in a wicked, teasing way. Her eyes, shining with a subtle sense of anticipation, were curved like crescent moons.
I recoiled, my face turning bright red, and waved my hands frantically.
"N-no, it's okay...! S-shall we get back to the lesson...?"
The moment I said that, the playful, giggling expression on Nayeon's face vanished, replaced by a cold, rigid stare. That look, which triggered my PTSD, sent a chill down my spine that made my heart feel like it had stopped.
Nayeon glared at me with terrifying, upturned eyes, as if she were going to swallow me whole. After a long moment, she whipped back, leaned against the bed, and sat down.
"....Nayeon...?"
She acted as if she hadn't heard a word I said, clearly sulking. She began staring coldly at her phone, ignoring me completely.
I was so flustered I didn't know what to do, my face pale and cold sweat breaking out on my forehead. I couldn't read her mind at all.
'...I-I have to calm her down... If I get on her bad side, I'll be fired from this tutoring gig in a heartbeat....'
I swallowed hard and apologized, even though I didn't fully understand what I was apologizing for.
"I-I'm sorry, Nayeon.... It's my fault."
Only then did she glance at me with those fierce, menacing eyes. She turned back to her phone and spat out, sounding blunt.
"...You saw it earlier, though."
"H-huh...? W-what...?"
"...You saw everything earlier, so why are you acting like you don't want to look now?"
Nayeon muttered to herself, her eyes glued to her phone screen.
My eyes went wide. I stared at her, gulping repeatedly, before stammering out an excuse in a trembling voice.
"T-that's... I was just so flustered earlier.... I couldn't bring myself to look away...."
"The fuck? Is that right?"
Nayeon twisted her face into a menacing scowl and spat the words out. I was so terrified my knees were shaking.
While I stood there, paralyzed and hesitant, Nayeon suddenly held her phone to her ear, as if calling a friend, and crossed her arms with a haughty air.
In that position, she stretched out her long, bare legs and dropped her feet onto my lap. A faint, slightly sour scent of female pheromones wafted up, stinging my nose.
"Ugh, ughhh..."
"...Yeah, Heejin. Did you gather the kids from your class? Oh, right, the boys from that school are coming... Ahahaha! For real? Oh, fuck, that's hilarious...."
Nayeon began chatting away with her friend as if nothing were wrong. It didn't seem like she had a specific reason for the call—she was just talking for the sake of talking—so I couldn't even guess when it would end.
I couldn't interrupt the call, but I couldn't just waste the tutoring time either. I didn't know what to do, and my mouth went bone-dry.
Nayeon laughed out loud, mixing in vulgar profanity as she spoke with a delinquent friend of her own ilk.
That laughter felt like sitting on a bed of nails, a punishment meant just for me. Nayeon glanced at me, watching me struggle in agony, and smiled with satisfaction.
After that, she continued her conversation nonchalantly, twirling her hair with her fingers.
But then, suddenly, the two bare feet at the end of her long legs began to wiggle, slowly inching toward my crotch.
Nayeon used her clean, soft soles—free of any athlete's foot—to press down on my cock, or she would grip the shaft between her big toe and second toe, shaking it back and forth.
"Ugh, ughhh..."
When I flushed red and tried to shrink away, Nayeon immediately widened her eyes, glared at me viciously, and muttered,
"...So anyway, that asshole... I swear, I feel like ripping all the hair out of that fucking bitch's head... Fuck, I'm so pissed, should I just stomp on her neck and kill her..."
Nayeon continued her call, intentionally using a harsh tone and terrifying threats of murder, as if she wanted me to hear every word.
Terrified by the stream of gruesome threats, I didn't dare move a single fingertip.
Satisfied, Nayeon went back to stroking my cock with her feet. One foot found the bent shaft inside my pants, while the other searched for the glans, gripping and caressing it with her toes.
I gasped for air, my body shivering uncontrollably. It seemed that, even without being taught, Nayeon was naturally quite skilled at using her toes.
Then, suddenly, her toes caught the zipper of my pants and began to pull it down slowly.
Zzzzzzip....
"...Yeah, I know her. I saw her once before. Why? What did she say?"
Nayeon kept up her mundane conversation with her friend while focusing on her toes, completely stripping down my underwear, which was already bulging to the point of bursting.
In an instant, my erect cock was fully exposed to the air. Nayeon narrowed her eyes, swallowed hard, and stared down at it.
"...Huh? It's nothing, keep talking. Yeah, yeah. That guy really said that? Really? Giggle..."
Nayeon kept chatting with her friend while rubbing my bare cock with her warm feet. I couldn't believe what was happening; my eyes went wide, and my mouth hung open.
It was a completely different sensation from when she used her hands—much cruder, rougher, and more obscene.
I couldn't stop the moans from escaping, so I covered my mouth with both hands and groaned softly.
"Ugh.... Ahhh..... Hnnng...."
Nayeon glanced at me and giggled.
With her left sole, she rubbed the tip of the glans, slick with pre-cum, while her right toes gripped the rim of the glans and shook it up and down.
Slap, slap, slap, slap, slap....
As her left sole rubbed the glans back and forth rapidly, the obscene sound of wet friction echoed loudly throughout the room.
Nayeon seemed to find pleasure in the fact that I was feeling this through her feet; she grinned and moved them even more roughly.
"Ah, ahhh.... Ugh.... Ughhh...."
As I lifted my hips, gasping for air more and more rapidly, Nayeon finally stopped crossing her arms, pulled her knees toward me, and slid closer.
In that position, she hugged her knees to her chest, stretched out her feet, and began shaking my cock up and down, faster than before.
Slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap...
"Hiiik.... Ahhh..... Hicc....."
Finally, as I tilted my head back toward the ceiling, my hips and buttocks twitching uncontrollably as if I were about to ejaculate,
Nayeon suddenly pulled her feet away, stopping the stimulation.
I looked at her pitifully, my face bright red, gasping for breath.
Nayeon glanced at me once, then suddenly grabbed one of my hands and placed it firmly on her chest.
"....Ugh....?"
"....Oh, really? He said he really likes me? Ahahaha! You idiot, why would he tell you that..."
Nayeon continued her conversation with her friend nonchalantly, while simultaneously guiding my hand to slowly rub her breast.
"Haaah, haaah....!"
Even through her clothes, the pudding-like, soft sensation of Nayeon's young breasts was transmitted directly to my palm.
Having never touched a woman's breast in my life, I was shocked by the softness, which exceeded anything I could have imagined, and my eyes went wide.
Seeing my reaction, Nayeon seemed pleased; she flushed, giggled, and began rubbing my cock with her feet again.
"Ugh, ughhh... Ahhh.... Haaah...."
"....So, so? Oh, that guy is coming to our school then? To confess to me? Eek~ My heart is racing, fuck, giggle..."
My cock, which had been pushed to the brink of ejaculation, flared up again instantly. I gasped, my lower abdominal muscles twitching and spasming as if I were about to spray semen everywhere.
Right then, out of the habit of clenching whatever I was holding when I was about to climax, I squeezed Nayeon's breast hard. Nayeon let out a small gasp of surprise, her eyes welling up with tears.
"Hot...!"
Nayeon immediately covered her mouth with her hand and froze. After a moment, she lowered her hand, her face completely red, and glared at me with resentment.
"...Huh? Yeah, yeah, th-that? It's nothing.... Oh, but I don't think I'll accept his confession anyway. He's not really my type. Yeah.... Oh, my mom's coming, so I'm hanging up. Yeah, bye."
Nayeon hung up, tossed her phone onto the floor, and pouted, glaring at me. I was so flustered that I apologized hurriedly in a trembling voice.
"I-I'm sorry...! I did it unconsciously..."
"....Hey."
"Y-yes...?"
"...Is this your first time touching a girl's chest?"
I nodded vigorously with an innocent expression, as if asking such an obvious question was strange.
Then, Nayeon sighed as if she found me pathetic, slowly stood up, and sat on her knees directly in front of me.
In that position, she leaned toward me in a slightly awkward posture, grabbed the hem of her T-shirt, and slowly pulled it upward.
As she pulled the shirt off completely, her smooth, bare breasts were revealed before my eyes. I swallowed hard, staring at her nipples right in front of me.
Nayeon, her face flushed and her expression fierce, wrapped her arms around my neck and muttered,
"......You idiot. I'll let you touch me all you want out of pity."
"O-oh, oh...."
As I stared with wide eyes, hesitant, Nayeon shouted in anger,
"...Fuck, are you not going to touch them yet?"
"Yes...!"
I hurriedly raised both hands and grabbed Nayeon's firm, rounded breasts.