Touch Therapy: Where Hands Go, Bodies Beg-Chapter 298 - 299: Interrogation

The hotel room smelled like disinfectant and heat.

Not the cheap kind—something Su-bin had brought herself, wiped carefully across every surface before Lee Min ever realized she wasn’t leaving tonight. The curtains were drawn tight. One lamp on. The rest dark. The air was warm enough that sweat already beaded along Lee Min’s spine as Su-bin pressed her forward, palms flat between her shoulder blades.

"Hands on the bed."

Lee Min hesitated just long enough to make it obvious she was thinking about running.

Su-bin didn’t raise her voice. She didn’t need to.

Her hand came down sharp and flat against Lee Min’s back—right between the shoulder blades. Not enough to bruise. Enough to shock.

"Now."

Lee Min obeyed. Fingers dug into the hotel duvet, knuckles whitening as Su-bin moved behind her, calm, unhurried. The door clicked shut behind Joon-ho as he locked it, then leaned back against it, arms folded, watching.

No one spoke for a moment.

That silence was deliberate.

Su-bin slid Lee Min’s blazer off first. Then her blouse. Buttons popped, scattered softly across the carpet. She didn’t rush. She let the exposure happen inch by inch. Lee Min’s bra followed—plain, cheap, already damp at the center.

"Look at you," Su-bin murmured. "All nerves. No training."

Lee Min swallowed. "I—I told you—I didn’t—"

Su-bin’s fingers hooked into the waistband of her skirt and dragged it down, panties clinging until they were peeled away with a slow tug. Cool air hit bare skin. Lee Min gasped despite herself.

Su-bin guided her onto the bed, face-down, cheek pressed into the sheets. Leather cuffs closed around her wrists with a soft click. One ankle followed. Then Su-bin lifted the other leg, bent it back, and tied it high to the headboard—forcing her open, helplessly displayed.

Lee Min shook. Not fighting anymore. Just breathing too fast.

Joon-ho finally stepped closer.

He didn’t touch her.

That was worse.

Su-bin rested a hand on the small of Lee Min’s back, feeling her tense under the contact. "You know why you’re here."

Lee Min nodded against the sheets.

"You leaked material." Su-bin’s voice was gentle now. "You passed files you weren’t supposed to touch."

"I didn’t mean—"

Su-bin leaned in close, lips brushing Lee Min’s ear. "We’re past intention."

Her hand slid down between Lee Min’s thighs.

She was already wet.

Su-bin smiled faintly.

"Good. That’ll make this cleaner."

She reached to the bedside table and picked up the razor.

Lee Min’s breath stuttered when the cold metal touched her inner thigh.

"No—wait—"

Su-bin pressed the blade flat, non‑cutting. "If you move, you bleed. If you stay still, you’ll feel very, very pretty when we’re done."

She applied the warm cream with her fingers first, massaging it in slow circles, making Lee Min’s hips twitch despite herself. Then the razor dragged carefully, methodically, clearing every strip of hair. Su-bin took her time. Every stroke deliberate. Every inch exposed.

Lee Min moaned quietly, shame and arousal tangling until she couldn’t tell which was burning hotter.

Joon-ho unbuttoned his pants while watching.

No hurry. No theatrics.

Su-bin finished, wiped the blade clean, then slapped Lee Min’s freshly bare pussy once—sharp, stinging.

"Sensitive," she noted.

Lee Min cried out.

"Good."

Su-bin kept her grip tight, fingers digging into Lee Min’s hip until her trembling stilled, then shifted back just enough to let the blunt head of the strap-on drag across Lee Min’s slick folds—teasing, not giving, making her shudder and clench desperately for friction. The only sound was Lee Min’s ragged breathing and the wet noise of Joon-ho’s cock sliding between her lips.

Joon-ho watched Lee Min’s jaw strain around him, her eyes wide and pleading as he held her head in place. He didn’t move for a moment, just let the pressure build until she started to whine, throat vibrating around his length.

"Don’t make us wait," Su-bin murmured against Lee Min’s ear, her tone darkly amused. "You want this. You want it so badly you’re shaking."

Lee Min whimpered, arching helplessly. Her thighs quivered, muscles tight, every inch of her body strung out and exposed, pinned beneath Su-bin’s weight and Joon-ho’s demanding grip.

Joon-ho stroked a thumb along Lee Min’s cheekbone, gentle, almost tender. "What does he call himself? The fixer?"

She tried to shake her head, but Su-bin forced her hips down, grinding the toy against her clit until her whole body jolted.

"Talk," Su-bin snapped, her other hand snaking around to spank her ass—sharp, electric, making Lee Min cry out.

"He—he uses burner accounts," Lee Min gasped, voice muffled by Joon-ho’s cock. "Telegram. The name changes. Please—"

Joon-ho rewarded her with a single, deep thrust, holding there until she gagged and her eyes watered afresh. His voice dropped, low and inexorable. "Then tell us a handle. Anything you remember."

"’Nohman’—sometimes ’Ghost’—I don’t know if it’s real—"

Su-bin’s smirk was feral. She eased in another inch, watching Lee Min’s body arch, fighting not to collapse under the sensation. "Good girl. What’s next? Who picks up the money?"

Lee Min’s breath caught. She tried to pull back, but Su-bin’s hands held her firm, impaling her on the toy until her knees shook. "Courier," she sobbed. "Different every time. Alleyway by the subway—oh god—"

Joon-ho’s thrusts grew rougher, perfectly in rhythm with Su-bin’s punishing pace. Lee Min was caught, helpless, forced to take everything they gave her and more.

Su-bin leaned in close, breath hot against the nape of Lee Min’s neck. "No more lies. You know how this works. You want to cum, you start giving us names."

She squeezed Lee Min’s clit again, harder this time, twisting until Lee Min’s whole body seized, desperate for release that wouldn’t come.

Joon-ho let her up just enough to gasp for air, her lips swollen and raw. "Start talking, Lee Min. You know how to make this end."

Tears streaked her face as she choked out, "There’s a card—red. They give it to the courier. Only the fixer has it—"

Su-bin stilled, letting the threat of emptiness linger, then drove in deep with one brutal stroke, sending Lee Min over the edge—only to pull out a heartbeat before climax, leaving her gasping and trembling, ruined on the sheets. 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

Joon-ho pulled away, wiping spit and tears from her chin with his thumb. "You can beg all night, but you’re not cumming until we have a real name."

Su-bin’s laugh was low, wicked. "Think hard, Lee Min. Because the longer you hold out, the longer you stay right here."

She positioned herself behind Lee Min again, holding the toy just at the edge of penetration, keeping her dangling, helpless, aching, and absolutely at their mercy—until the next answer came.

Lee Min gasped, body arching hard enough that her shoulders lifted off the mattress, a broken cry tearing out of her throat as the pressure changed—hot, blunt, unmistakable.

Su-bin knelt behind her, unhurried. She spread Lee Min open with two fingers first, slick already glistening, circling her asshole with deliberate cruelty. She didn’t rush the entry. She coated her slowly, pressed the head of the strap-on there, let it rest—felt Lee Min’s body tense, her breath hitching in panicked anticipation.

Then she pushed.

Just a little.

Lee Min sobbed immediately, a raw, ugly sound, her hands clawing uselessly at the sheets as her body fought the stretch. Su-bin didn’t let up. She leaned in, weight steady, hips rolling forward inch by inch until the toy sank deeper, forcing Lee Min to open around it.

"Relax," Su-bin murmured, fingers digging into Lee Min’s hips. "Or it hurts more."

The threat was gentle. Absolute.

Joon-ho took advantage of the moment, thrusting deep into Lee Min’s mouth, fucking her steadily—no mercy, no pauses. Each push filled her completely, drove her gag reflex raw, his cock sliding slick and heavy over her tongue. He held her head just right, setting the rhythm, letting her feel every inch.

Su-bin moved again.

Slow, grinding strokes.

Not fast. Not kind.

She rolled her hips forward and back, stretching Lee Min deliberately, claiming her inch by inch until her ass burned and throbbed around the invading length. Every pull almost let her have relief—then pushed back in deeper, denying it completely.

Lee Min’s sobs turned into broken moans around Joon-ho’s cock. Her body shook, overwhelmed, caught between them—mouth full, ass full, nowhere to escape.

Joon-ho’s thrusts stayed deep and unrelenting, each one timed perfectly with Su-bin’s slow grind. When Su-bin pushed in, Joon-ho pushed deeper. When she pulled back, Joon-ho held Lee Min down and took his time.

Owning the moment.

Owning her.

Tears streamed freely down Lee Min’s face now, her eyes unfocused, her body stretched and filled in ways she couldn’t process anymore. Her pussy clenched uselessly around nothing, slick dripping down her thighs, her entire body screaming for release she wasn’t allowed to have.

Su-bin leaned forward, chest pressing into Lee Min’s back, voice low and controlled in her ear. "You feel that? That’s what happens when you don’t talk fast enough."

She ground in deeper, holding there, letting the stretch burn, letting Lee Min feel every second of it.

Joon-ho fucked her mouth harder, hips snapping once, twice, then settling back into that same relentless pace. "Breathe," he ordered quietly. "And remember every detail."

Lee Min moaned helplessly, broken between them—stretched, claimed, and utterly owned as they kept her right there, suspended in pressure and need, waiting for the next question she would have to answer.

"Name," Joon-ho repeated.

"Yoo—Yoo Jae-seok!" she cried. "He uses burner numbers—he never meets—"

Su-bin slammed in hard.

"Where do you meet?" she demanded.

"Jinju Motel—Room 302—every Friday—"

Joon-ho’s grip tightened on her hips. "Payment route."

"Envelopes. Left in lockers. Paid per leak."

Her orgasm hit without permission—violent, tearing through her as Su-bin denied nothing now, pounding her ass while Joon-ho filled her completely.

She screamed.

Joon-ho followed moments later, thrusting deep as he came inside her, heat spilling, breath heavy against her ear.

Su-bin kept fucking her through it, relentless, until Lee Min collapsed boneless between them.

When they finally stopped, the room was quiet except for breathing.

Su-bin unfastened the strap-on and sat back, watching Lee Min shake.

Joon-ho wiped his hands, calm again.

"We’ll be seeing Yoo Jae-seok," he said.

Lee Min nodded weakly, broken open in every sense.

The interrogation was over.

The hunt had just begun.