“How desperate you must have been to come all this way.”
His pleasure was my anxiety.
I was afraid he might go further. I was terrified that in this place, with people gathered just one floor below, I might actually have to spread my legs and have that menacing pillar inserted into my hole.
But even if he let me go now, it wouldn’t be the end. As if responding to my concerns, my dick, bound by the necktie, throbbed painfully.
I vividly recalled the rooftop where I had to insert the elongated vibrator, the corridor to the broadcasting room where I had to move one difficult step at a time while trembling.
His straight finger tapped my glans. As if touched by a magic wand, my dick began to stir slightly. Like a solitary pumpkin transformed into a grand carriage, what should not be moving was twitching and regaining strength.
“Getting hard again, I see.”
“No, no, ugh, nooo.”
I couldn’t bear it like this. No, it would surely be noticeable. People would definitely notice. It wasn’t like inserting a small vibrator inside—the bulky necktie would look strange from the outside. They’ll all notice. They definitely will.
Vivid imaginations and tormenting moments continued in my mind. I had to tremble while holding the round railing, my legs that had been standing firm with Woo Tae-seon’s thigh between them now shaking.
“Trembling with pleasure again.”
“Huu, ugh, uh…”
“What a complete slut.”
As I heard his low voice, pressure increasingly gathered in my groin. As my dick grew in volume, the already tightly knotted necktie naturally squeezed tighter. It hurt. It hurt so much.
I felt like crying. Not because of the pain. The emotion that gently tickled me and slightly fanned me was, though minor, an undeniable expectation.
The unexpected ejaculation left me with disappointment rather than relief. The result of repetition, hardened like a callus in my mind, awaited what should have naturally followed next. That intense pleasure of being mercilessly penetrated at once.
“Untie it…”
But that shouldn’t happen. I had to placate Woo Tae-seon as I was. So even while trembling, I didn’t dare touch the necktie. I didn’t want to upset him, and I shouldn’t.
Perhaps his mood would suddenly improve and he would show me mercy. As always, I had to bet everything on the improbable.
“Tae-seon. Hm? Please…”
“……”
“Woo Tae-seon. Huu, untie it. I, I. *sob* This, untie…”
I felt like I wanted to kneel down. By now, such actions no longer made my cheeks flush or dragged my pride to the ground. I could even think it fortunate that it was only to this extent. Now, now I…
“Alright.”
“…Huh?”
My eyes opened wide at the readily given answer.
Was there really no other intention behind those approaching fingertips? Perhaps it was simply a whim. Woo Tae-seon sometimes enjoyed pretending to show mercy to the mouse he played with like a satiated cat.
The pointed end of the necktie squeezing my dick trembled slightly. Due to the mixture of expectation and tension, I couldn’t hear anything except the panting breaths filling the space between Woo Tae-seon and me.
“…Haah.”
His neatly extended fingers didn’t stop in front of my groin. They brushed the inside of my slender thighs and expertly parted between my round buttocks, diving in at once.
“Ahuk!”
As a single index finger pushed into my tightly closed hole, the pleasure that had been bound before it could cool began to writhe.
I knew that suddenly arising expectations could also be crushed quickly. Like cocoa powder that dissolves when gently stirred, the unsightly expectations I had tightly bundled up just in case immediately melted away with a single index finger. It all dissolved, intertwining with the hot flush.
As always, I had no choice but to wait for the hot water to cool down.
“Huut, ah!”
Each time Woo Tae-seon pushed away the inner flesh that clung to him, my heels rose and fell repeatedly. I staggered along with the direction his finger stirred my inner walls.
I bit down gently on the soft flesh inside my mouth. As the dull pain rose, my blurred consciousness gradually regained a clearer form.
He said he would untie it. He said okay. He shouldn’t have said anything at all. I resented Woo Tae-seon for always planting expectations, and I hated myself for harboring hope even though I knew better.
Releasing the breath I had been holding like an exclamation, I also released the ragged corner of my mouth. The grievance I had been enduring burst easily through that small gap.
“Don’t, don’t do, this, huut!”
“But Teacher was clinging to me and crying.”
Woo Tae-seon condemned me without batting an eye.
“Asking me to untie this.”
Every time his questioning gaze curved as he looked up at me, it was tinged with amusement. I knew that what was desperate hope for me was just a small interest to Woo Tae-seon. My mouth, opened to cry out injustice, gaped and ended with futile flailing.
“Hauuu…”
“So I was gently untying it, here.”
“That’s not! Tha-that huuh, ish nosh, hauuk.”
“Ah. Not here?”
A refreshing laugh burst out. It was such a clean laugh, it was hard to believe vulgar sounds had erupted from those same lips just moments ago.
“Then where?”
“Haut! Huut!”
“Tell me, Teacher. Which part were you thinking about when you were squirming?”
“Huuk, uk, huuut…”
“Hm? Where would you like me to untie?”
The kind voice that seemed to be carefully observing my complexion was comforting me from the front, but from behind, fingers that had not even gauged the depth were relentlessly pushing up. They persistently followed, making my buttocks twitch as if about to bounce off or tightly squeezing in the direction of my contracting inner walls.
It felt like he was telling me that there was no way to escape, no matter where or how, so I should just take it all as it was.
“Earlier you were cumming all over and rubbing against my face.”
I twitched slightly larger as his finger suddenly pushed up to a deep place that hadn’t been touched before.
“Haut!”
Pushed by the sudden stimulation, I moved one foot abruptly. Another pressure pressed down on my groin, which was already bound by the sturdy knot. It was a slender cheek.
“Yes, like this.”
Though it was he who was rubbing his cheek against my groin, Woo Tae-seon once again claimed it was something I was doing because my body was hot.
I didn’t do anything. I just endured the tingling stimulation from the persistent insertion while trying to shake off the subtle heat arising from the dull friction. All I could do was writhe a bit more violently.
A throbbing sensation concentrated in my groin. I didn’t want to spread my legs as if asking for more rubbing, but I couldn’t stop my legs from weakening. While my thighs, gradually spreading apart, had no strength, the thin tendons in my hands gripping the railing bulged out.
It was my limit. It was a dizzying moment where anything that touched what had been boiling without knowing its end might immediately overflow. I couldn’t, couldn’t hold on anymore.
He couldn’t have heard my inner thoughts. Even if he had, fingers that wouldn’t listen anyway slipped out with a swoosh.
“…Ahuuk.”
He smeared the sticky mucus trailing from his fingertips onto the place that was rapidly relaxing and contracting like a gasping throat. No, Woo Tae-seon’s fingers, which had wiped off what was on him onto my hole, pulled away.
I let go of the railing I had been clinging to, and hesitantly stepped back from where I had been standing as if rooted. I saw Woo Tae-seon rising from the floor, lightly dusting off his pants just as he had wiped his bodily fluid on me moments ago.
My legs, which had held up well until now, trembled. I collapsed to the floor like a mermaid who had lost her tail and come ashore. In front of him, who felt like a massive fortress, I knelt like a slave brought in chains, waiting for his words.
Perhaps it felt familiar somehow. This situation where I was crouched low on the floor while Woo Tae-seon looked down at me.
“…?”
Just then, a sticky index finger poked my forehead. I looked up with a dazed expression at Woo Tae-seon, who had crouched down in front of me. He tilted his head at an angle to match my eye level, with a small mark etched at the corner of his mouth.
The finger that had pressed my forehead pushed me firmly, and I helplessly slid backward from just that one finger. Woo Tae-seon only stopped when my buttocks hit the floor behind me.
…What was he trying to do? I became even more confused watching his finger obediently withdraw.
Understanding Woo Tae-seon’s intentions was difficult, but recognizing his mischievous expression wasn’t hard. Nor was it difficult to notice where that expression was directed—between my thighs, which had naturally spread when I fell backward.
With my face flushing belatedly, I quickly brought my knees together.
“Do you want to spread them yourself, or should I spread them for you?”
Spreading my legs voluntarily always felt fucking awful. Even more so with Woo Tae-seon’s gaze on me.
“See how pretty you look when you listen.”
