Chapter 34: The Aesthetic Clinic (3) [R-18]

After the vibrator was removed, a quiet silence fell over the room.

“Ten-minute cooldown, beginning now.”

At the therapist’s short command, Iseo’s arms were placed neatly on soft pads, and a thin cushion was slipped under her thighs.

Her upper body was propped up at a comfortable angle, but if one looked closely, her breasts trembled faintly with every breath.

“Do not move.”

Simple straps were fastened around Iseo’s wrists, while her legs were left unconstrained, held in the same lightly spread position. Though she’d been forced to stop, every one of Iseo’s senses was soaring, begging for more. A faint tremor still pulsed between her legs.

…I want… more.

The sensation that had filled her moments ago lingered. The vibration that had pulsed against the walls of her insides, the feeling of being stirred deep within, echoed inside her like a pleasant afterglow.

The ceiling was silent, and aside from the soft music, the room was still. But the residual heat trickling down her inner thighs refused to fade.

“Hah…”

Unable to keep her mouth shut, a short breath escaped. The sheet beneath her back was slightly damp, and traces of her slick were scattered even on the floor some distance away.

Though no hand touched her, the memory of the feeling revived itself, pressing against her skin.

The lights dimmed to a pre-set level, and the ventilation system activated, sending a very faint breeze over her body.

Over her elbows, under her armpits, past the valley of her breasts, across her stomach, and down her inner thighs… As the cool air brushed against her, she closed her eyes and slowly trembled her hips.

“…Haa… Heup…”

A subtle spasm ran through her immobilized legs. The therapist merely observed the reaction, never once touching her.

“Cooldown proceeding normally.”

Following the set routine, a cool cloth was placed over her legs. Iseo flinched again, as if startled.

It feels as good… as being loved.

It wasn’t an emotion. It was a sensation. A sensation her body had accepted completely.

But here, in this small room, Iseo was bound by that feeling, unable to swim her way out.

When the cooldown timer ended, the staff member leaned over Iseo, undoing the straps. In her hand was a small container of clear gel, labeled as unscented, uncolored, and without sensation.

“Beginning the final clean-up.”

Her voice was still calm. A procedural statement, devoid of any emotion or meaning. As she spoke, a drop of cool gel fell onto Iseo’s inner thigh.

“Ngh…!”

The moment it brushed against her entrance, her whole body flinched reflexively. It was as if her body, like Pavlov’s dog, had been waiting and was now reawakening at that single drop, believing it was finally starting again.

The touch that followed was unhesitating.

The motion was mechanical as two fingers carefully parted her labia and applied the gel, as if wiping away the fluid that had spilled out. At the gentle touch, her insides, where the aftershocks of her orgasm remained, began to spasm faintly again.

“Heut… Haa…”

The gel was spread in a thin layer, gliding over her skin. The woman’s slender hand moved slowly, deeper along the inner folds, as if checking for something.

Feels good♡ So good♡

But Iseo could no longer distinguish whether it was stimulation or not. Her heart was pounding. Receiving the professional’s touch, her insides were wide open, as if waiting for it to go deeper.

A thin mixture of gel and her own slick trickled down between her legs.

But contrary to her expectations, the therapist simply finished cleaning the area and withdrew her hand impassively.

“Clean-up complete.”

At her words, two staff members bowed their heads to Iseo. In their midst, Iseo gave a very slow nod. Unconsciously.

They placed a cool towel over her body and left the room. Iseo soon stood up. She wrapped her arms around herself, as if embracing her somewhat numb body, a thoroughly lewd expression on her face for the new drill instructor.

I should have asked for more.

The same vehicle as before was waiting for her as she pulled her military uniform over her heated body. On the windshield was a black license plate with no name. When the door opened, the feel of the leather seat enveloped her.

The sedan door closed with a soft thud, and the air inside felt cozy and refined. Iseo sat perfectly still, her back straight.

When she tried to close her legs, the sensation between her knees was still vivid, and the intense orgasm had not yet faded from within.

Light from beyond the car window flowed past slowly. Iseo lowered her eyelids, as if reflecting the light. Somewhere deep in her body, the vibration from her session was still deeply engraved.

On the floor above the clinic where Iseo had been, the aesthetic director quietly opened a black case on her desk. Inside was a USB with a white label bearing Iseo’s name.

Soon, a figure in a suit approached through the open door.

“The recording is here.”

She bowed her head and offered the USB with both hands. The person who took it simply gave a single nod, without a word.

The small storage device in his hand contained Iseo’s entire therapy course. Every minute movement of her body, the trembling of her eyes, even the moment her throat quivered—it was all there.

In an office finished with black glass, Iseo’s video played on a screen, muted.

The moment she arched her back and climaxed played on a high-speed loop. Tiny flutters and tremors were detected, and at the bottom of the screen, indicators like “Skin Response: High Sensitivity / Vocal Response: High Frequency” were automatically analyzed and displayed.

A man watched the screen.

He said nothing. He simply breathed calmly and checked off a few items on a document with the pen in his hand.

‘Short response time to stimulation.’

‘No loss of control.’

‘Re-education unnecessary.’

He quietly placed the USB on the desk. The person who took it back was the same aesthetic director from before.

She bowed her torso a full ninety degrees without a word and silently left. On the screen, where the file was already being archived, the moment Iseo quietly closed her eyes while receiving her final therapy was captured.

“It’s Hyun Iseo!”

That was the reaction the moment the barracks door opened. Iseo just gave a small smile and a nod, but the air around her instantly heated up.

In a space thick with the smell of sweat from the training center, a subtle heat and a faint fragrance emanated from Iseo’s skin. This was not the state of someone who had just washed up in the barracks shower.

Her skin glowed, and her hair was naturally styled. But more than anything, the very aura she exuded had changed.

“Let’s do lots of… good things again today♡”

With a small smile and by unbuttoning her uniform, Iseo easily captured everyone’s attention, warming the room.

But the truth was, if Iseo couldn’t experience the same sensations as before, she intended to fill the void in other ways.

“Hah.”

It was a sigh, bitten back. It came from Seojin. But no one heard it, or they pretended not to.

“Seojin.”

But it wasn’t a moan; it was Iseo’s voice calling her name that made Seojin, who had been staring out the window, flinch.

“There’s not much time left. You should… join in too. We’ll all go our separate ways once this is over♡”

Iseo spoke gently, with truly no ill will. She simply wanted Seojin to accept the comfort and change she herself had felt.

But seeing Iseo smiling with her eyes, despite having had her hair yanked around, Seojin scowled as hard as she could.

“You have your fun.”

Despite Seojin’s cold refusal, the trainees seemed to think it was a good suggestion, and the attention that had been focused solely on Iseo began to shift to Seojin.

“Playing hard to get.”

“Ugh?!”

A few trainees who had been waiting their turn with Iseo grabbed Seojin from behind by her breasts and waist, hoisted her onto their shoulders, and tossed her toward the center of the room where Iseo was.

“Seojin-ah~ There are only a few days left, right?”

Someone mimicked Iseo’s voice and patted her on the back. Seojin started to turn her head, then stopped. She didn’t flinch when the hand casually brushed past her ass and the line of her waist.

She figured she could endure this much. Besides, she was sick of their taunts. She thought it was better to find some awkward release like this than to hide under her blanket at night, secretly touching herself as she had yesterday.

Right, whatever happened, she just had to endure for two more days. With that single thought making her more tolerant than she expected, someone grabbed her wrist. Seojin’s body tilted toward them more easily than she’d anticipated.

“Our little Seojin, were you sad that Iseo was getting all the dick~?”

Awaiting her there were the exposed cocks of the men.

Right next to her, Iseo sat with a few buttons of her uniform undone, still welcoming the crowd.

The sight of Iseo laughing brightly and lightly, accepting the hands that touched her as if they were affectionate greetings, was something that shook Seojin’s senses.

“Felt good yesterday, right? That thing. That fucking hot threesome.”

Someone said, patting Seojin on the back. The hand that followed pushed open her uniform top. Her full, milky-white breasts were exposed.

Normally, she would have stared back with completely numb, empty eyes or fought back tooth and nail. But this time, she just turned her head away from Iseo and said nothing.

It’ll all be over… when this ends, anyway.

Considering all the humiliation she’d endured, it was fine to be swayed by their desires for another day or two. She closed her eyes, a silent consent.

Translated By: Meher (RaidenTL)

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