Rendezvous (3)
Her tongue forced its way between my tightly sealed lips. I wanted to escape, but with my face held firmly in place I couldn't even turn my head; I had no choice but to endure that violent kiss.
There was not a shred of consideration in the one-sided display of affection, and I quickly ran out of breath.
Tears spilled down my cheeks as I gasped for air. Every time I managed a moment to plead with Yoon Seo-a, she simply covered my mouth with hers again.
In the midst of the endless kisses, her hand slipped down my back. A soft click, a sensation of something coming undone—and my bra was gone.
The undergarment, crumpled in her grip, dropped unceremoniously to the floor. Her hand rose to my now bare breasts.
"Ah…! Mmph!"
The gentle circling of her fingertips around the tips of my breasts drew a moan from me unbidden. Yet Yoon Seo-a refused to allow even that much sound, continuing to pour kisses over me.
All the while she kept stimulating my chest. She brushed and flicked the stiffly erect nipples, then suddenly pinched and twisted one hard.
Each time, my body jerked as if a switch had been flipped.
It was truly astonishing. Simply touching those hard little nubs of flesh at the tips of my breasts was enough to stiffen my waist and send pleasure surging through me.
"Mmph!"
I tried to think of something else, to hold out, but in the end I couldn't. My vision went white, and my lower half grew wet.
Still Yoon Seo-a did not stop stimulating my breasts—even though she had to know I had already climaxed.
"Hic!"
Perhaps because I had already come once, a hard twist of my nipple alone was enough to push me into a weaker orgasm. My head fell back of its own accord, making further kissing impossible; Yoon Seo-a flicked her tongue regretfully.
Even so, she showed no intention of picking up the broken thread. In my current state, I was more than ready.
The hand that had been caressing my chest withdrew behind her. A moment later I felt it slip beneath my skirt.
"Hah…!"
Squelch—her fingers stroking over my panties released the moisture I had been holding in. Yoon Seo-a seemed to like the sensation; she kept repeating the wet sounds, circling her fingers slowly.
"Is this what they call a flood? It's a vulgar expression, but not entirely wrong."
"Hah, ah, nn…!"
"Miss Ha-eun's place down here is completely flooded, you know?"
Of course it is, you bitch—you've been playing with that rotor until I've come more times than I can count!
If I'd had any composure left I would have snapped that at her, but all I could manage were the broken moans that followed the movement of her fingers.
It was my body, yet any control I once had over it was long gone. Hypersensitive as I was, even the slightest stimulus hit me with overwhelming force.
A firm press against the little nub below was enough to bring me to climax. A deeper pleasure than when she had touched my breasts lifted my hips off the bed.
"Hnnngh!"
"My."
Both legs went rigid, toes stretching straight as my whole body locked up.
Even Yoon Seo-a seemed not to have expected me to come so hard; she made a small sound of surprise.
Then she smiled and spoke.
"Miss Ha-eun, do you remember how many climaxes this makes for you today?"
"Hah, haah…"
How am I supposed to know that? I stared at her through tear-blurred eyes, panting, and she stroked my face as she continued.
"If you guess correctly, I'll stop here for today."
"R-really…?"
"Of course. And I won't lay a hand on you again until tomorrow."
In other words, once tomorrow passed she would start again—but I frantically turned the idea over in my mind.
Today and tomorrow: only two days, yet the chance to be free of Yoon Seo-a for even that long mattered.
"U-uh… so…"
The frequent orgasms made it hard to recall. Most of them had come during morning classes, and I had been too busy stifling my moans to keep an exact count.
But a rough estimate was not difficult.
First, four times at the entrance… no, five? Then once in front of Su-ryeon, once when Shin So-hye spoke to me, and now in the infirmary two… no, three times?
Leaving out the ones during morning class, roughly eight to ten… Had I really come that many times?
The number itself startled me. How had I not collapsed from dehydration by now?
Including the climaxes during morning class, it had to be over twenty at the very least. While I was thinking that, Yoon Seo-a opened her mouth.
"Tick-tock, tick-tock—"
"W-what is that sound?"
"It means your time limit is approaching."
"Time limit?! You never said anything about that!"
"That's for me to decide. Tick-tock, tick-tock—"
Faced with her casual tyranny, I scrambled to think.
When Yoon Seo-a pressed the button and activated the rotor inside me, I had not always gone all the way to climax.
She would tease me to the brink again and again, then crank the vibration to maximum and send me over in one go. So the actual number of full climaxes during morning class could not have been that enormous.
"Tick-tock, tick-tock—"
"T-twenty times! Twenty!"
"Twenty times."
With her relentless ticking urging me on, I squeezed my eyes shut and blurted out the first number I had thought of.
Of course the odds of it being correct were abysmal. I had never counted from start to finish, and there was no clear standard for what even counted as one climax.
Wait—for this question to make sense, Yoon Seo-a would have to know my climax count, right?
Realizing it belatedly, I opened my eyes and looked at her. She grinned.
"The correct answer is… I don't know either."
"…What?"
"You didn't really think I was keeping count one by one, did you?"
"Ghk…!"
She said it in that casual tone while scraping her fingers up over my soaked panties.
The sharp jolt of pleasure made my body curl in on itself and a high scream burst out.
Fortunately it was not enough to push me over the edge, but the stimulation was still shockingly intense.
While I was gasping for breath, Yoon Seo-a climbed off me and stripped away my skirt.
That freed me from the sticky heat that had been clinging to my lower half, yet it was hardly a pleasant development.
What followed would only be more thorough torment at her hands.
Even the sodden panties came off, leaving me with nothing on at all.
Ah—there was still something. The rotor bands strapped around both thighs.
Seeing them, Yoon Seo-a decided they were no longer needed. She seized the cords that ran inside me and yanked them free in one pull.
"Hyaah…!"
With a wet sound the pink, pill-shaped rotors came free and tumbled across the bed. Yoon Seo-a picked one up and licked it.
"It tastes like Miss Ha-eun."
She smiled sweetly as she said it. I had no idea why she was telling me that, but the rotor began to vibrate in her hand and I spoke in a panic.
"W-wait. Weren't you done using those?!"
"Why wouldn't I use something I have? Oh—don't tell me my fingers feel better?"
"As if…!"
That was half a lie. Frustrating as it was, I had to admit that Yoon Seo-a's fingers did feel good.
She zeroed in on the exact spots with practiced ease and stimulated them so gently—how could it not feel good?
The rotors, by contrast, delivered purely mechanical pleasure, the same intensity whether I liked it or not.
Coming repeatedly might feel nice the first couple of times, but after that it only hurt. And she never used just one; multiple at once was the default, which made it even worse.
That wasn't pleasure anymore—it was torture. I hung my head and muttered as if trying to crawl into the floor.
"Th-then use your hand instead. I… don't want the rotors."
"Hmm, just like that, bare-mouthed?"
"What?"
"You're asking me for something, aren't you? Show a little sincerity so I can accept it."
Sincerity… While I hesitated, Yoon Seo-a spoke as if doing me a favor.
"For example, something like this. 'Miss Seo-a, please hold me gently.'"
"Are you insane? Mmph."
Watching her clasp her hands together in a prayer-like pose, the words flew out of my mouth on reflex.
I clapped a hand over my lips at once, but words already spoken cannot be taken back.
"Is that so? Then I suppose we'll just continue as before."
"W-wait a second!"
The whirring rotor in her hand was already heading between my legs. I bolted upright in horror and reached out.
Given her strength, grabbing her wrist would never have stopped her—yet she halted and smiled.
"I'll give you one more chance."
"Ugh… If I really say it, you won't use that, right?"
"Of course. I'm a young lady who keeps her word."
A normal young lady doesn't do this kind of thing. Thinking that, I forced my reluctant mouth open.
"M-Miss Seo-a…"
"Yes, Miss Ha-eun? Go on."
"P-please… hold me gently."
The moment the words left me I could not bear it; I dropped my head and looked away. Yoon Seo-a paid no mind, letting out a satisfied laugh as she gathered me into her arms.
"Good girl, Miss Ha-eun. From now on you should always call me that."
"…You want me to call you Miss Seo-a?"
"In public, yes. When it's just the two of us you may call me whatever you like—though even then, 'Seo-a' would feel nicer than the stiff full name 'Yoon Seo-a.'"
She stroked my hair as she whispered it. I felt myself being steadily drawn into her pace, yet I had no means of resisting the current.
In the end I would sink into the swamp that was Yoon Seo-a and be dyed in her colors however she pleased. I made no effort to hide my dejection. She rummaged in her bag and pulled something out.
A round head at one end, a rather long handle. At the appearance of what was commonly called an electric massager, I murmured blankly,
"When did you even bring that?"
"I brought it to use on Miss Ha-eun, of course."
"…You just said you wouldn't use machines anymore."
"You said you disliked the rotors. This isn't a rotor."
"That's not what I meant…!"
"Come now—this will feel quite nice too, you know?"
This devil of a woman. The massager approached, vibrating far more powerfully than any rotor, and I squeezed my eyes shut.
Knock, knock, knock—
"U-um… may I come in…?"
At the knock and the voice from the other side, both Yoon Seo-a and I turned our eyes toward the infirmary door.
And slowly, the door began to open.