Cheongwol's entire body heated up at that single phrase.
"Ah... ah..."
Her skin began to prickle as if a cold wind were blowing through the basement.
Han Seojin had been right.
'The exposed parts... since she thinks they're vulnerable herself, they've become incredibly sensitive.'
Every uncovered area had become hypersensitive.
Even a single fingertip would surely make her body tremble violently.
In the darkness, an imagined touch slithered toward her stickily.
Where was it trying to touch?
"Hngh... ha..."
That horrific fantasy took on substance and assaulted her fiercely.
She could already feel his touch.
At that faint yet intense stimulation, Cheongwol found herself twisting her body without realizing it.
"No matter how much you twist, it won't change anything."
Han Seojin said with a mocking laugh.
Cheongwol barely managed to retort.
It was a desperate struggle to cling to the last shard of her shattered pride.
"If you... lay a hand on my body..."
Han Seojin refused to back down either.
"I was going to touch your hand at first, but since you say that, now I have to touch somewhere more sensitive."
"Ng...! Where do you think you're—"
"—Still arguing? Fine. Then I'll have to touch an even more intimate spot."
"...!"
A couple of threats were enough to seal Cheongwol's lips shut.
It was infuriating and suffocating. Her anger surged just as fiercely.
...And at the same time, her body was growing even more sensitive.
Her heart pounded as if it might burst.
Cheongwol continued her futile struggles.
"Uh... ngh..."
Seeing her movements, Han Seojin spoke.
"...You're dying to know where I'm touching, aren't you?"
"I'm not... going crazy... I just hate your creepy hands..."
"Well, this time I'll make a concession."
"...Huh?"
"It's frustrating because you can't see, right? I'll kindly explain it to you."
Han Seojin took a deep breath and began to murmur quietly.
"My hand is on the move now."
"Ngh!"
At his words, Cheongwol shrank back.
The pressure from the ropes binding her tightened even more.
The twisting sound of the ropes grew louder too.
"Cheongwol. It's getting closer now. Can you guess where it's going to touch?"
"Stop... stop it...!"
"You were curious. I'm telling you, so why complain? You're so pretty. I've wanted to touch you there since earlier."
What was he referring to?
There were too many parts of her body he had praised.
He'd said her armpits were pretty, her arms, her thighs... all of them pretty.
Even that felt like some perverse blasphemy.
She didn't know whether to feel pleased or disgusted by his compliments.
He called them pretty, but soon he would touch those places.
Han Seojin took a step closer.
His voice dropped lower, but the sound rang out even clearer.
"It's almost there. Be careful. Don't move. If you even twitch, it might touch my hand."
"Ah... aaa...!"
At his words, a restraint stronger than the ropes seemed to seize her body.
At the same time, every exposed part reacted violently as if burned by hot fire.
A chilling sensation swept over her, as if invisible hands were groping her entire body.
"You're suffering so much. Alright, for fun. I'll tell you the answer. I'm going to touch your armpit. That soft flesh no one's ever touched, right?"
Strength surged into both her arms.
A stifled moan barely escaped through her tightly clenched lips.
The moment he spoke, her armpit—which she never paid attention to—began to react with extreme sensitivity.
She shook her head frantically and begged, but he ignored her desperate pleas with a merciless voice.
"It's touching...? Almost there. Can you faintly feel the presence now?"
"Ha... don't... stop..."
"Oh, I forgot to mention. Left side or right side?"
As his malicious whispers continued, the torment intensified.
Cheongwol desperately shouted, thinking it might be better not to hear his voice at all.
"Shut up...! Just don't say anything...!"
"Just what?"
"...Ngh...!"
"Just touch me...?"
"That's not—!"
That's not it—it's just that his words make her imagine it, making it even harder.
Even trying to ignore him didn't work as she wanted.
As if reading her mind, Han Seojin whispered.
"I told you, the more you try not to focus on it, the more you do."
"...!"
In front of him, her inner thoughts kept getting exposed.
And Han Seojin always toyed with those inner thoughts of hers, teased her, humiliated her... then comforted her, embraced her, stroked her, repeating it all.
"Three, two, one, then I'll touch."
Cheongwol tried her utmost to pull her body back.
"Three."
But it wasn't enough distance to escape.
"...Two."
Her untouched armpit had become painfully sensitive.
Humiliation left her unable to say another word.
She could only grit her teeth.
Grit her teeth and endure this humiliation.
"...One."
Cheongwol squeezed her eyes shut with all her strength. She tensed every nerve for the unfamiliar sensation about to come.
...
...
But no matter how long she waited, the expected stimulation never arrived.
In the long silence, as a faint question arose in Cheongwol's mind, Han Seojin whispered softly.
"...Just kidding."
At that single phrase, the taut string of tension holding Cheongwol snapped, and strength drained from her entire body in an instant.
"Haa..."
Not even anger rose. She had been in such extreme tension that—
At that moment, two hands gripped both her armpits.
And two thumbs stroked her sensitive soft flesh.
His fingers gently brushed the untouched area.
At the same instant, lightning seemed to flash in her mind, and against her will, a massive moan burst from Cheongwol's lips.
"Hngh, haaaang!"
It was so feminine she could scarcely recognize it as her own.
A sound no Emei Sect nun should ever make.
But she couldn't help it.
Her whole body began to tremble violently, her mind going blank and sparkling white.
She couldn't even grasp the nature of the intense pleasure piercing her body.
Strength entered her calves, forcing her onto her tiptoes involuntarily.
Her body kept trembling intermittently.
A drop of saliva dripped from her open mouth.
While Han Seojin's hands remained, Cheongwol helplessly sank into that irresistible pleasure...
"Ah.... ngh..."
Finally, strength left her entire body, and she slumped limply.
She couldn't understand what had just happened to her own body.
****
"...Just kidding."
Those words severed her tension like a cut string, her whole body going limp.
"Haa... haa..."
Her lips glistened, probably from all the saliva.
"Ah... aaa..."
Wet hair strands clung to her forehead. Soaked in sweat.
All of it vividly showed how intensely tense she had been in this short time.
She wasn't angry. Surprisingly, her expression held relief instead.
...
...And at that sight, a part of my reason snapped.
Her endlessly relaxing form... so fragile, so beautiful, it stimulated me.
Her guard down, that spot right within reach if I just extended my hand.
Even my plan to end it as just a prank fell apart.
Desire swallowed me whole.
At the moment she least expected it, I grabbed both her armpits.
And I touched her as desire dictated.
Before I knew it, I was biting my lower lip hard.
"Hngh, haaaang!"
"Whoa!"
What snapped me from my turmoil was Cheongwol's massive moan.
So feminine, I didn't even recognize it as hers at first.
Her entire body shuddered violently for a long while.
Letting out lewd moans like "Ah, ngh," she soon slumped again.
Her head fell onto my shoulder.
"Ah... ah..."
A drop of saliva trailed from her mouth, soaking my clothes.
I was so shocked I couldn't even pull my hands away.
My body stiffened up just like hers had.
...Fuck, I'm screwed.
What the hell did I just do?
We were doing a prisoner-and-cop roleplay, but somehow I'd immersed myself way too much as the cop.
SM is just roleplay too.
...Shit, what did I do to Cheongwol...?
Good thing she was blindfolded.
Otherwise, she'd have seen the bewilderment on my face.
Thinking about what comes next is even worse.
...She's about to explode in sparring soon?
I carefully pulled my hands away from her.
But Cheongwol was still leaning against me.
"Ah... ngh..."
She was still flailing in the afterglow from before.
This was my chance right now.
Think now!
I can't waste this time...!
What should I do?
In the meantime, Cheongwol seemed to regain her senses.
She closed her blankly open mouth... and strength returned to her limp legs.
But her forehead remained pressed against my shoulder.
It felt like she was using me to stand.
"Haa... haa..."
After that huge moan, she seemed completely exhausted, utterly drained.
The excessive tension releasing like that made her fatigue even worse.
I bit my lip and moved my hands first.
Continuing the play from here was impossible.
"Ngh... ng..."
...
Completely fucked.
I planned to flatter her during the play so that even if she exploded after sparring, she'd spare me...
...Like buying bread for a friend who you know will go on a shooting spree in class and acting friendly.
Then maybe on the day, I'd hear something like "Bro, get out."
But I blew that chance too.
With a sense of despair, I placed my hand on her blindfold.
At that moment, Cheongwol turned her head away from my shoulder.
...?
As if avoiding my hand trying to remove the blindfold.
I thought it was coincidence and placed my hand on the blindfold again...
Again, Cheongwol shook her head.
While I froze in bewilderment, Cheongwol opened her mouth.
"...Don't... want."
At those words, a faint flame ignited in my chest.
Leaning on my shoulder, she pleaded.
"...Don't... end it... like this, workshop... Leader."