“Just wait, *sob*, just wait a little…”
I hurriedly groped below. I pushed my trembling finger right into the hole, which had contracted much more than usual.
“Agh.”
It hurt. My highly contracted body didn’t readily permit the sudden intrusion.
Even when I tried to gently stir in circles to stretch the hole, my hand movements were unusually stiff and jerky today. It was only natural that there was no sign of loosening no matter what I did. With such rough hand movements, there was no way it would soften gently, yet my impatient mind just pushed forward blindly.
Even while thinking that, I moved my other hand that was supporting my upper body behind me. I pulled one side of my buttocks apart, forcibly spreading the hole. I pushed another finger into the barely created space. My head buried into the soft leather sofa, making it hard to breathe.
In truth, it was the silence behind my back that suffocated me most.
As if meant for me to hear, the sound of a wine glass being placed on the side table rang loudly. The crisp sound of a cork being pulled followed, along with the sloshing sound of wine filling an empty glass. I knew this meant he was going to watch me, that he was giving me time.
How much wine had he poured? A lot? Or just a little? How much had he drunk by now? As the margin of leisure gradually decreased, it became harder to estimate the time.
The moment he puts down the empty glass, the wine bottle will enter me. I grew increasingly anxious.
The dry hole with no moisture was still rough even as two fingers continuously passed in and out. I brought my hand that had been spreading the entrance back to the front and thoroughly licked my trembling fingers with my tongue. There was no saliva or anything visible, and I didn’t care.
“Ah-uugh…”
I thought only one thing. That at least this would be much better than being soaked with wine.
The moistened fingers dripping with saliva squeezed in for the third time. Like I had become a spider, both hands diligently attempted to divide the labor. Most fingers were holding and spreading the area around the hole to expand the entrance, while three of them directly entered to widen the opening.
Now for the fourth. Finally, the fourth.
As I fumbled to push the next finger toward the entrance, a cool temperature touched the back of my hand. The cool temperature instantly changed to a cold surface. With a hard sensation that must certainly be the bottom of the wine bottle.
“Ah, not yet. Wai-, huh, wait a moment. I’ve only managed, hah, three.”
“Which end would you like me to insert?”
It seems Woo Tae-seon’s patience had run out.
With trembling forearms supporting myself on the sofa, I raised my pathetic upper body that had been crushed into the corner. All while suffering from the feeling of my fingers sliding out, tracing the inner walls that had definitely become more slick than before inserting them.
“Since you like big things, teacher, this side?”
Woo Tae-seon held the neck of the wine bottle and shook it to show me. The part that swung widely from side to side was the bottom of the bottle. If that was “this side,” then the “other side” must be the slender neck part that Woo Tae-seon was holding.
“…No.”
I had no choice but to choose the latter. Not only was the circumference thinner, but it would catch at the part where it transitions to the body. So it wouldn’t be inserted too deeply.
“That’s a shame. I thought you would like it.”
“…”
“This side should be fine too. It’s quite sweet. It has dried fruit notes as well.”
The thick mouth of the bottle touched my tailbone. The cold glass slowly traced down between my buttocks like lips licking down, circling around the hole.
I was scared. It felt just like a heavy glans rather than thick lips. The explicit shape that clearly approached my hypersensitive skin filled me with fear.
“Hgnk. …Hngg. Huk.”
Each time I desperately held back tears, I could feel my rear hole pulsating in response. I also knew that the wine bottle not entering yet was just a matter of waiting for the right timing.
I would be easily penetrated with just one gesture from him. And it would be utterly merciless.
“…Ahgh!”
What made me tighten up was not the hard, round bottle but Woo Tae-seon’s finger. It was firm, thick, and seemed to thrust upward at once without hesitation, so I might have been confused, but I could recognize his finger.
“It would hurt if it tears.”
The finger that completely filled my inner wall, unlike the gentle voice concerned about my condition, began to move in and out relentlessly without paying attention to my writhing reactions.
“Haah. Slo-, slowwly. Huut!”
“I didn’t realize you were the type that needs so much preparation, teacher.”
Woo Tae-seon’s merciless hand movements intensified further. While I couldn’t collect myself, somehow four of Woo Tae-seon’s fingers had already entered me. I felt my rear becoming even tighter.
“Hnng, ha, haut, ughit.”
The splashing sounds and my convulsive moans mixed together, pounding in my ears. From my throat, my stomach, my hole—I just blurted out whatever sounds came forth without even knowing what sounds I was making.
Then, the hand that had been moving vigorously stopped.
After banging my head mindlessly against the sofa from the overwhelming pleasure, I suddenly came to my senses. Fingers withdrawing meant something else would be entering soon. Instinctively frightened, I reached back without thinking.
I grabbed Woo Tae-seon’s wrist.
“Mo-, more…. Tae-seon, more…”
Woo Tae-seon’s fingers, not yet fully withdrawn from inside me, gripped my trembling inner walls tightly. The long fingers frozen inside me made me acutely aware of everything—how many were inside, how long and well-extended they were, even the shape of the smooth nails.
Fortunately, there was no movement from Woo Tae-seon, as if he was conflicted. More. My crawling voice trembled.
“Are you trying to be cute to get your way?”
“Haah… No, no, hnh.”
“I’m still going to put it in.”
“Aah, no, hnh, huuut!”
But contrary to what he said, Woo Tae-seon’s fingers didn’t withdraw and continued to thrust upward. Despite eventually sobbing uncontrollably from the increasingly intense sensations, I was happy that I’d been given another reprieve.
“Lu-, lub, ngh, lube. Hnk. Put on, lube.”
“You said you didn’t like that because it’s slippery.”
When lube was applied before insertion, no matter what was pushed in, the lube would be forced deep inside the inner walls. So even after scraping it out repeatedly, it felt like it remained deep inside, and it actually did. Because it felt like evidence left behind by Woo Tae-seon, I disliked lubricant.
Of course, I had to excuse it to Woo Tae-seon by claiming I didn’t like the slippery feeling.
“…Put on lube.”
But not today.
“I don’t want to do things you dislike.”
“Put on lube, Tae-seon. Haah. You, you hnh, do it.”
I desperately spread my buttocks apart. If I did this, if I did this myself, I actually knew that Woo Tae-seon’s voice would soften considerably. I became more certain as I heard the clattering sound coming from the direction of the drawer, and I raised my buttocks even higher.
With a squelching sound, a cool stickiness flowed down from where my buttock cleft began.
“This sounds nice, doesn’t it?”
The gel that went into the hole along with his fingers didn’t just amplify the sloshing sounds but became a catalyst that enhanced everything—the tingling sensation being thrust from behind, the sounds pounding in my ears.
“Hanng, ngh, hik, ngh!”
“It seems to get better when I go inside you, teacher.”
Even the fingers covered in sticky liquid were like that. They could enter much deeper places more smoothly than before.
As if there was a marking somewhere, the long fingers precisely hit deep spots at once. They would press down firmly and also rapidly rotate without losing strength.
Even when I screamed as if vomiting from the sensation squeezing me, nothing was relieved. The tingling heat spreading gradually just enveloped me in a feeling of going crazy.
“That’s good now.”
With my body completely limp, barely draped over the sofa, all I could do was keep my ears perked up. His voice, tinged with satisfaction, tickled me, but now I was too weak even to raise my buttocks. Even if I were to be struck with a stern palm on my backside, I would barely flinch rather than tense up as was my limit.
That’s what I thought. If only I hadn’t felt the cold sensation of the bottle.
“…Wait a moment.”
Startled, what I hastily grabbed wasn’t Woo Tae-seon’s forearm but the wine bottle. Woo Tae-seon was holding the wine bottle, and I was holding its mouth. Our gazes connected as if playing tug-of-war.
Though it didn’t feel particularly fair since one side was looking down.
“Don’t be tense.”
Woo Tae-seon soothed me slowly. Even while gently caressing my buttocks that had grown hot from being struck vigorously. It didn’t match at all with the words or actions one would expect while binding both my wrists.
Like my wrist firmly trapped in one hand, I was gradually colored with helplessness by the voice that seemed to bind even my emotions. My soft eyes grew damp again. I couldn’t move a single finger, and even the fact that tears were the only thing I could control made me sad.
