Chapter 30 Bondage (7) - Martial Arts Masochist

Cheongwol's entire body flushed at that single statement. "A... Ah..." It felt as if a cold breeze from the basement was slicing across her skin. Han Seojin was right. "Exposed parts... When you think of them as vulnerable, they become extremely sensitive." Every unshielded part became intensely responsive. Even the touch of a single fingertip would undoubtedly send her body shivering. Imaginary hands seemed to slink toward her in the darkness. What were they trying to touch? Her arm? Underarm? Thigh? ...Or somewhere more discreet? "Hng... Ha..." That dreadful illusion became a reality, fiercely assailing her. It was as if she could already feel his touch. The delicate yet intense sensation made Cheongwol unknowingly writhe her body repeatedly. "No matter how much you squirm, nothing will change." Han Seojin mocked her. It was a desperate struggle to hold onto the last fragments of her shattered pride. "Go ahead, just try touching my body." In response, Han Seojin wouldn't concede either. "I was initially going to touch your hand, but now I think I'll have to touch a more sensitive spot." "Ugh...! How can you—" "—Are you still arguing? Fine. Then I'll touch somewhere even more discreet." "...!" A few coercions were all it took to seal Cheongwol’s lips tightly shut. It was infuriating and frustrating. Rage surged within her. ...And simultaneously, her body grew even more sensitive. Her heart pounded as if it would burst from her chest. Cheongwol continued in her futile struggle. "Ah... Ugh..." Seeing her struggle, Han Seojin spoke. "...Are you curious to the point of madness about where I'm going to touch?" "I'm not... going crazy... It's just that I hate your creepy touch..." "Well, this time I'll concede." "...What?" "It's frustrating because you can't see, right? I'll kindly explain it to you then." Han Seojin took a deep breath, then quietly began to narrate. "My hand is on its way." "Ah!" At his words, Cheongwol shrunk into herself. The constricting pressure of the ropes intensified. -Creak... creak... The sound of the tightening ropes grew louder. "Cheongwol. I’m getting closer. Do you know where I'm going to touch?" "Stop... Stop it...!" "You were curious. I was just informing you. It’s so pretty. I wanted to touch it since earlier." Where was he talking about? He had praised too many parts of her body. He said her underarms were pretty, arms too, and thighs... all beautiful, he said. It was a strange depravity. She didn’t know whether to feel pleased or disgusted by his compliments. Even though he said they were pretty, he was about to touch them. Han Seojin took a step closer. His voice lowered, yet the sound rang more clearly. "I'm almost there. Be careful. If you move even slightly, my hand might touch you." "A... Agaaah...!" His words seemed to bind her more tightly than the rope ever could. Simultaneously, every exposed part of her body responded fiercely, as if burnt by a fiery blaze. An invisible hand seemed to creep across her skin, a chilling sensation engulfing her entire body. "You’re really having a hard time. Alright, I’ll tell you. I’m going to touch your underarm. That untouched, soft skin of yours." -Creak!! Creak! Both of her arms tensed with all their might. A suppressed moan barely escaped through Cheongwol’s tightly sealed lips. At his word, even her underarms, which she usually didn't pay any attention to, began to react with extreme sensitivity. She shook her head violently, pleading, but he ignored her desperate cries with a heartless voice. "I’m touching now...? Almost there. Can you feel a faint presence now?" "Stop... Don't..." "Oh, but I didn’t tell you this. Is it the left or right?" His malicious whisper heightened her torment. Cheongwol thought it might have been better not to hear his voice and desperately shouted. "Shut up...! Just stop...!" "Stop what?" "...Ugh...!" "Just touch you...?" "That's not it...!" That wasn't it, it was simply that speaking and imagining it made it all the harder to endure. Even if she tried to ignore his words, it wasn’t as easy as she wished. As if sensing her inner turmoil, Han Seojin whispered. "I told you, the more you try not to think about it, the more you’ll think about it." "...!" In front of him, she felt as though her true feelings were constantly being laid bare. And Han Seojin, as always, played with, teased, and humiliated such feelings of hers... only to then console, embrace, and soothe her repeatedly. "In three, two, one, I'll touch." Cheongwol tried her best to pull back. "Alright, three." But no matter how much she tried, she couldn't escape far enough. "...Two." Her underarms, untainted by any touch, became painfully sensitive. Consumed by her humiliation, she couldn't utter a word anymore. All she could do was clench her teeth. Clench her teeth and endure this disgrace. "...One." Cheongwol squeezed her eyes shut with all her might. She braced herself for the impending unfamiliar sensation, tensing every nerve. "..." "..." However, no matter how long she waited, the anticipated stimulus never arrived. Just as a faint suspicion began to surface in Cheongwol’s mind amidst the long silence, Han Seojin quietly whispered. "...It was a joke." With those words, it felt as if the tightly wound tension that held Cheongwol snapped, and all the strength drained from her body in an instant. "Haa..." She couldn’t even muster anger. She had been in such an extreme state of tension that— -Thunk! Then, two hands seized her underarms. And the two thumbs traced her sensitive skin that no one had ever touched before. The feeling of his fingers softly tracing her untouched skin seemed to ignite a bolt of lightning in her mind, and a loud moan escaped from Cheongwol’s mouth against her will. "Hng, haaah!" It was an almost unbearably feminine moan. Not a sound a nun of the Emei Sect should make. And yet, there was nothing she could do about it. Her entire body began to tremble, her mind blank, flashing with light. She couldn't comprehend the intense pleasure piercing through her entire body. Forcefully tensing her calves, she involuntarily stood on tiptoes. Her body continued to tremble intermittently. A droplet of saliva trickled down from her parted lips. As Han Seojin's hand stayed in contact, Cheongwol found herself helplessly slipping deeper into the irresistible pleasure... "Ah... Hngh..." Soon, all strength left her body, and she slumped weakly. She couldn't understand what had just happened to her body. **** "...It was a joke." Those words seemed to sever a cord within her, and her entire body went limp. "Haa... Haa..." Her lips glistened, perhaps as a result of excess saliva. "Ah... Ahh..." Wet strands of hair clung to her forehead. Beads of sweat glistened. All of it vividly illustrated just how tense she had been in that brief span of time. Surprisingly, she didn't feel anger. Instead, her expression carried a hint of relief. "..." ...And at that moment, I heard a part of my rational mind snap. The sight of her, endlessly unraveling, so frail and yet so beautifully vulnerable, stirred something within me. That area within reach, merely a stretch of the hand away, was where my jest was supposed to end, but now that plan lay in ruins. Desire enveloped me. -Thunk! I seized her underarms at the moment she least expected it, and I touched her to satisfy my own desires. I found myself biting my lower lip unknowingly. "Hng, haaah!" "Ah!" The loud moan that escaped Cheongwol pulled me back from my turmoil. The sound was so distinctly feminine that I didn't initially register it as hers. Her entire body trembled continuously. After repeatedly letting out soft, peculiar sighs of 'ah' and 'ugh', she once again collapsed weakly. Her head rested against my shoulder. -Thud. "Ah... Ah..." A single drop of saliva slipped from her lips, dampening my clothes. Startled, I found myself unable to retract my hands. Now, my body was rigidly frozen, much like Cheongwol's before. ...Damn. What have I done? Being given a role-play like a prisoner and a police officer and yet finding myself too absorbed in the police role. Even SM, in the end, is all about role-play. ...Damn, what have I done to Cheongwol? It was fortunate she was blindfolded. Otherwise, she might have seen the bewilderment etched on my face. Looking ahead, the bigger problem was yet to come. ...She's about to engage in a duel and explode her energy soon, right? I cautiously withdrew my hand from her, but Cheongwol continued to lean against me. "Ah... Ugh..." She was still floundering in the remnants of sensation from before. This was my chance. Right now. Think! I can't waste this time...! What should I do? In that interim, Cheongwol seemed to regain her sanity. Her gaping mouth closed, and strength returned to her weakening legs. Yet, her forehead remained resting against my shoulder. It felt as though she was using me for support. "Haa... Haa..." After that loud, overwhelming moan, she appeared entirely exhausted, completely drained. The overwhelming tension seemed to have dissipated, leaving a profound sense of depletion. I ceased biting my lips and moved my hands. Continuing this charade was no longer feasible. "Ugh..." "..." It's utterly messed up. I intended for her to favor me somehow during this performance so that when she exploded post-duel, she might leave me untouched... As an example, it was like befriending someone I knew would cause havoc in the classroom, buying them bread and feigning camaraderie in hopes that on the day when things go south, they'd say, "You stay outside, brother." But I squandered that opportunity too. With a heavy heart, I placed my hand on her blindfold. -Swish... At that moment, Cheongwol turned her head away from my shoulder. "...?" As if to avoid my attempt to remove her blindfold. Thinking it a mere coincidence, I tried again to place my hand on the blindfold... -Swish... Again, Cheongwol shook her head. While I stood, frozen in confusion, Cheongwol spoke. "...Don't... want." Her words ignited a faint flame within my chest. She leaned against my shoulder, pleading. "...Don’t... end it like this, Jang Ju."