Chapter 66 : I have to endure it

Yena pinched her own side from an angle invisible to her.

‘Hold back, I have to hold back…’

Hayul, oblivious to the atmosphere, focused solely on the pleasure before her.

Her mind was already filled with anticipation, leaving no room for rational thought.

“Ha, eek. Hng…”

“…”

She parted the folds with her fingers and rubbed the tender flesh inside.

Pressing the entire vulva with her middle and index fingers.

A pleasure that seemed to curl her spine washed over her.

To make it worse, Yena opened her mouth and bit down on her finger.

“Ah— hahp. Schlp, schluup.”

“Ah! Ngh…!”

It was good she finally heard the command, but the timing couldn’t be worse.

Inside Yena’s lips.

Every time that long tongue licked her finger, she imagined it thrusting between her legs instead.

The tightening sensation in her lower belly made Hayul realize she was being pushed to the brink.

Hayul’s trembling legs, spread wide, carried her to the next stage.

Her hips moved up and down of their own accord.

The sight of her grinding against her own fingers.

Watching Hayul’s lewd movements, Yena had to pinch her side again and carve patience into her heart.

“Nghaah… I-I’m close…!”

It was pleasure enough to melt her brain.

The figure of Yena before her grew increasingly blurry.

Pulling her fingers from Yena’s mouth, she yanked the questioning girl closer.

Yena didn’t resist, leaning into the embrace.

As if by agreement, their lips collided.

“Hahp, schlp, chuup, pfhaat…! Hahk.”

“Schlp, chuurp.”

Commands were unnecessary.

Her body language was enough.

Yena was just as desperate to hold back.

‘Just once… just once, should I break the rules?… Close my eyes tight.’

She’d never been like this before.

Her patience was fading, hitting rock bottom.

Not yet, not yet…

Hypnotizing herself, Yena pressed their entangled bodies tighter.

The wet sound of slickness, dripping since long ago, grew louder.

“Hyaaak…!”

Their lips parted from the intensity.

The fingers pressing near her entrance slipped inside.

Hayul couldn’t endure it, curling her toes tightly.

Her spread legs locked firmly around Yena’s waist.

Then she pressed her lips back against Yena’s.

Waves of security and pleasure flooded her body.

A liberating sensation spread through her limbs.

Hayul went limp as climax took her.

Squelch, squelch.

Yena’s white T-shirt was stained gray.

Not that it mattered.

Ignoring it, she claimed Hayul’s lips again.

“Hngk, tsk. Hht, ah.”

Hayul’s mind was blank.

The only thing she could do was cling tightly to her lover.

“Tsk, chuup, haa, haah.”

Yena hesitated.

Was it okay to hug back?

Hayul, unaware of her dilemma, rolled her eyes back in ecstasy.

Their clothes were sticky with shared fluids.

Then Hayul grabbed Yena’s hovering hand.

Guiding it into the narrow space between her thighs.

“Hahht…! Hk!”

An instinctive motion.

If this hand touched her, it would surely feel good…

Snap.

The last thread of Yena’s restraint broke.

‘Ah, screw it.’

You expect me to hold back now?

I’d rather die.

Resolved, Yena tugged Hayul’s panties aside and positioned herself.

Her other arm wrapped around Hayul’s waist, locking her in place.

She didn’t forget to roughly claim her lips again.

Hayul, already limp and mindless, could only tremble and cling to her.

“Haa, haah.”

“Ahhaak…!”

First, she slid one finger into that lewd pussy.

The slick walls welcomed her warmly.

All shock and surprise belonged to Hayul alone.

“Eh, eh?! A- nghk…!”

But Yena’s relentless lips left no room for protest.

The hand on her waist rose to firmly hold her head in place.

Another wave of climax was coming.

Pleasure spread from her core to the tips of her hair.

Yena’s fingers began moving slowly.

Parting the soft flesh as she pushed deeper.

“Nghhk, kehp…! Nghaap…!”

Yena found that sweet spot inside.

Hayul shuddered violently, trying to resist, but it was too late.

Just as her mind blanked out again—

Ding-dong.

The high-pitched chime of the doorbell pierced her ears.

Startled, Yena’s fingers pressed harder.

She was already on edge from the rubbing—now the direct pressure brought unbearable pleasure.

Hayul’s back arched taut from tension.

“Pfhah! Eek, p-pull it out…! Command, ah…!”

“…Yes.”

Yena feigned dazed obedience and withdrew her hand.

“Hyaaaht…! W-wait, khhk…!”

Her fingertips dragged along the inner walls as she pulled out.

This was Yena’s petty revenge.

‘We didn’t even get to properly enjoy it, tsk.’

Hayul trembled like a bitch in heat, forgetting human speech.

Her unfocused eyes suggested she’d already peaked again.

Swallowing a laugh, Yena waited for Hayul to recover.

It didn’t take long for Hayul to regain her senses.

Luckily, she hadn’t lost her memories or anything.

“Why did you do that…!”

“…”

Even recalling what just happened made her lower half tingle.

Yena remained silent no matter how many times I asked about her sudden behavior.

“Sigh… Fine, let’s get the chicken first. Ugh, my back…”

I patted my lower back and turned around.

Yena was staring intently at Hayul.

‘…Who told you to be so tempting? Not my fault.’

Fortunately, the chicken hadn’t arrived long ago.

It was contactless delivery anyway, so no need to wait.

There was just one problem.

That lewd woman walking around in just her panties was a very big problem.

‘Does she even have self-awareness?’

I wanted to sprint over and get it for her immediately.

But right now, I had to pretend to be hypnotized.

I’d keep up the act as long as possible.

Honestly, revealing “It was all an act~” now would require mental preparation on her part too.

In the end, Yena didn’t move.

Though her eyes diligently followed Hayul’s back.

I took deep breaths, summoning patience again.

The sticky arousal on my fingers was slowly drying.

Hayul only noticed her missing pants when she reached the entrance.

“Ah, right…!”

“Pfft.”

So dumb.

But that’s why I like her.

Yena decided to play a little prank on her adorable lover.

She nudged the pants near her feet further under the table.

Soon, Hayul returned, scanning the area.

“Ahem, hmm. Stay still… That’s an order…”

Just being near Yena made anxiety bubble up.

Not that it felt bad.

If anything, it leaned toward pleasant.

But if this meant missing out on chicken, I’d be seriously pissed.

“Don’t move at all. Understood?”

“Yes.”

After giving that desperate command,

Hayul soon discovered the pants under the table.

She moved the chair aside and crawled under on all fours.

“Ugh…”

Wow, she went deep.

Probably got pushed there during… earlier activities.

‘Wow…’

Perspective shifts back to Yena.

The slender waist swaying before her was irresistibly tempting.

The spread pelvis below, the plump buttocks with their elastic texture—

The way those hips shook when reaching forward was unbearably lewd.

Yena rubbed her thighs together, uncomfortable from her soaked panties.

“Phew… Got it. Weird how obedient you are this time.”

The enjoyable viewing session ended quickly.

Hayul grumbled and crawled out from under the table.

But putting pants—let alone damp panties—back on was extremely uncomfortable.

“Damn it… Do I have to…?”

“…”

She narrowed her eyes, staring pointedly at Yena.

Yena understood.

She was being told to fetch them instead.

“…What? You get them.”

“Yes.”

“Tch… Earlier you shoved things in without asking, now suddenly obedient? Make up your mind…”

She’d planned to go anyway if needed.

No way she’d let others see her like that.

As she walked slowly to the entrance, Yena recalled their earlier exchange:

‘Can’t I pay with my body?’

‘You crazy?’

Seemed she’d received way more than the chicken’s worth.

Standing at the entrance, Yena’s dazed expression melted into a smirk.

Hayul stared at her retreating back before turning away.

“Ah.”

What greeted her was the brutal aftermath of passion.

A puddle pooled on the table.

Obviously, that liquid wasn’t water.

Did I really leak that much…?

Her face burned crimson within seconds.

Fortunately, tissues were within sight.

Hayul began wiping the table.

Yena was living through a crisis lately.

To explain:

“Ugh… So sticky…”

This woman bent over the table, ass raised while cleaning, was the reason.

‘This bitch, I swear…’

The angle was so perfect it seemed intentional.

With every arm movement, her exposed pussy peeked through the panties.

Oblivious, Hayul kept scrubbing diligently.

Yena had thought she held the dominant position,

but lately, that certainty was fading.

Eventually, Yena turned away.

If she kept watching, they’d end up having sex nonstop for days.

“Phew…”

No amount of deep breathing helped.

A full-length mirror reflected everything.

Hayul’s backside was visible no matter where she looked.

Her hands trembled around the chicken bag.

She kept watching until Hayul finished cleaning.

“Oh, you’re back? Just a sec…”

“…”

Clueless, Hayul calmly opened the hypnosis app.

Blue light filled the screen for dehypnotization.

“Ehehe, now let’s really drink.”

“Hayul, you… sigh…”

“What? What did I do?”

“Nothing, let’s drink. Drink.”

Normally she disliked drinking with lightweights,

but today felt right.

She grabbed several cans from the fridge as agreement.

“Hehe…”

“That happy about it?”

They relocated to the TV area.

Chicken set on the table, the two women sat facing each other.

‘And now that the hypnosis is lifted—’

The real master’s time had come.