Chapter 90
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 90
Chapter Title: Night, Hotel (2)
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Ha Yoon stumbled out of the bathroom on trembling legs.
'I... I thought I was gonna die.'
She had figured that with her stamina improved over the past month, she could easily handle a little finger play like that. What a joke.
Her increased endurance didn't do a thing for the hypersensitive body of a TS victim. If Han Seol-ah really wanted to, she could finger her to blackout in no time flat.
The fact that Ha Yoon had walked out on her own two feet was clearly because Han Seol-ah had gone easy on her.
'Damn it...!'
Sure, she was a victim herself, but Han Seol-ah was one too. Getting used by a man was unavoidable, but she refused to be toyed with by another victim.
'Just you wait, Han Seol-ah.'
She'd train up and make her cum even harder next time. Lost in that vengeful thought as she dried off, a sharp slap stung her ass out of nowhere.
"Hyak!"
"Hyak, cut that out. You're so cute."
"Kh...!"
Ha Yoon let out a stifled groan, her ears burning red at Han Seol-ah's giggling voice. Her body was still so sensitive from the earlier teasing that even this set her off with a lewd cry.
It couldn't be helped, she told herself, but the shame was still shame. She irritably wiped the liquid trickling down her thighs—or tried to, anyway—and tossed the towel in the bin.
"Hold on, you planning to head out like that?"
Han Seol-ah grabbed her as she tried to leave naked.
"...It's just gonna get stripped off right away anyway. Why bother putting anything on?"
Woo Shin-hyung was still asleep, but he'd wake up the second they stepped out and get down to business.
So what was the point of dressing up?
Ha Yoon voiced her thoughts, but Han Seol-ah just clicked her tongue and wagged a finger side to side.
"You still don't get it. You think Master will like it if you stroll in naked just because it'll come off anyway? Men prefer stripping it off themselves over finding you already bare. You used to be a guy—you know that."
"...Not really."
Naked or clothed, it didn't faze Ha Yoon much. They'd fuck her dressed or undressed all the same.
They were just tools for relieving lust—what was there to fuss over? Han Seol-ah snickered at her sullen reply.
"Hmm, I thought trainers had tons of experience, but it's just quantity over quality, huh? Well, no more guy experiences for you now, so as your senior, I'll teach you how it feels for a woman."
I don't need that crap, Ha Yoon grumbled inwardly, but Han Seol-ah hummed a tune and rummaged through some mystery box she'd pulled from who-knows-where.
'Wait, that box looks familiar... no way?'
"Here, try this on!"
Sure enough, Han Seol-ah pulled out one of the lingerie sets from the department store. A black one-piece lace number. Ha Yoon grimaced but held it in as Han Seol-ah handed it over.
"Men get off on stripping a woman's underwear. Women get off on having it stripped off them."
"...No way that's real. Ow."
"Don't talk back—just put it on."
Ha Yoon rubbed her forehead with a grumpy look and took it.
It wasn't hard. She'd tried on plenty at the lingerie shop already and had the hang of it.
"...Done."
"Hmm~"
Ha Yoon mumbled shyly in a small voice. Han Seol-ah slowly eyed her up and down.
Her breasts, fuller than a month ago, strained against the bra, its subtle cutouts teasing glimpses of pale skin through the black lace for an extra lewd touch. The material continued seamlessly down to her crotch.
"Now I'll teach you. The pleasure of being undressed by someone else."
The pleasure of being undressed, my ass, Ha Yoon thought as Han Seol-ah stepped closer.
But instead of yanking it off, Han Seol-ah lifted Ha Yoon's chin with gentle fingers, locking eyes. With their ten-plus centimeter height gap, it was unavoidable standing face-to-face.
Ha Yoon met Han Seol-ah's gaze at first like it was nothing, then slowly started averting her own without realizing.
Han Seol-ah chuckled at the sight.
"Why dodge my eyes all of a sudden? You stared just fine earlier."
"...It's not like I meant to—"
Ha Yoon trailed off, mumbling incoherently before clamping her mouth shut. She couldn't explain why. That steady gaze from above just... embarrassed her, somehow.
She couldn't tell if it was shame or just bashfulness. As confusion crossed her face, Han Seol-ah softly cupped her cheeks and guided her gaze back.
"From now on, never look away from me. No closing your eyes either—ever. Or I'll really punish you."
"...Okay."
Han Seol-ah stroked her cheek with her thumb like a reward. Such a simple touch, yet her heart pounded wildly for some reason.
No time to dwell. The touches continued. Han Seol-ah brought a lock of hair to her nose with one hand, stroked the other cheek with the other. Ha Yoon's heart raced harder with each gentle caress.
'Am I coming down with something?'
It wasn't even proper foreplay. Just face and hair touches. Light skinship. But her body heated up like it was being teased.
Why? What was different from usual? Ha Yoon puzzled it out, then it hit her. The mood.
Han Seol-ah's fingers moved like handling fragile artwork—careful, full of affection. Ha Yoon's mind hadn't clocked it, but her body had. That's why even these feather-light touches set her ablaze.
'...Why?'
Was she seriously getting turned on by the atmosphere? Me? Han Seol-ah leaned in as Ha Yoon made a dumbfounded face, burying her face in the nape of her neck.
"Snuuuff~"
"Hyut...!"
Just a light sniff of her scent, and a moan slipped out. Han Seol-ah reached for Ha Yoon's fidgeting hand in her embrace, interlacing their fingers tight.
She released it, then trailed her fingers up Ha Yoon's arm toward the lingerie strap on her shoulder. Slipping her thumb underneath, she rubbed the skin, drawing an even stronger squirm.
Ha Yoon lost track of time. Her panties were soaked through, her breaths coming hot and heavy.
"Time to strip you now."
Han Seol-ah whispered as Ha Yoon panted. The words made her hyper-aware of the strap in Han Seol-ah's grip. Full of gaps, but it was the last barrier. Slowly, it slid down under her touch.
As it slipped from shoulder to arm, the bra flopped loose. Her breasts—one size bigger than last month—jiggled into view.
"Ut...!"
Ha Yoon swallowed hard without thinking. Her lower belly tingled sharply.
Before she could process it, Han Seol-ah's hand slid lower. With the strap giving way, the lingerie offered no resistance, baring her completely. Ha Yoon felt her breathing grow ragged watching it happen.
When the soaked panty crotch finally peeled away, her heart thundered like never before. Han Seol-ah smiled at the wet sounds.
"Get it now? The pleasure of being stripped."
"...Yes."
Ha Yoon squeezed out the word naked again. Any more and she'd cum right there.
Just from having clothes taken off. Women's bodies—no, TS victim bodies—were fucking ridiculous. She grimaced, heaving for breath.
"But holding back isn't good, you know?"
"Hiiing...!"
Ha Yoon's strained face melted as Han Seol-ah's lips engulfed her erect clit and pussy with a wet slurp.
No need to explain what came next. She climaxed hard, clutching Han Seol-ah's head to her as her body shuddered. The pent-up pleasure shattered every limit—it was inevitable.
"Haht, haaak...!"
"Mm, must be from too much earlier. Kinda watery."
Han Seol-ah wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and muttered. Ha Yoon, oblivious, leaned against the wall savoring the afterglow.
"Come on, no time for that. Master's about to wake up—we gotta get ready."
"W-wait. I just came... no strength...!"
"I'll dress you, so it's fine!"
Han Seol-ah dragged the quivering Ha Yoon along.
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'Should've brought the driver after all.'
Woo Shin-hyung, now awake, pondered blankly with an arm behind his head. He'd driven himself to move freely without eyes on him, but it had been ages—fatigue hit like a truck.
He'd crashed the moment they hit the room.
'...So when are those two coming out?'
Faint giggles and what sounded like pained moans drifted over. No mistaking who was who.
Han Seol-ah seemed to genuinely like Ha Yoon, but she'd throw a tantrum the second he showed any interest in her. Hard to be sure.
Or maybe it was that. The classic boy-teasing-his-crush psychology? He mulled the silly notion.
"Oh? Master! You're up?"
Woo Shin-hyung's gaze turned at Han Seol-ah's chipper voice. He smiled at the sight of the two in sheer lingerie.
"Something else is up too, though."
"Eek! It's so manly!"
Han Seol-ah squealed dramatically at the bulge tenting his pants, her voice delighted.
Unlike her, Ha Yoon just alternated horrified glances between them.