Su-yeon's Arousal
“Haa… haa… haa…”
Su-yeon lay on the mat, dragging in ragged breaths for a long while. Her heart still hammered hard against her ribs, and between her legs the lingering fullness from the dream burned hot and swollen.
She waited for her breathing to settle, yet her face stayed flushed and her lungs refused to quiet completely.
“Su-yeon… are you still asleep? Su-yeon!”
Kofi’s voice carried in from outside the takienta.
“Haa… I’m… I’m up… I’ll come out.”
She hurriedly wrapped the thin blanket around herself, raked her fingers through her tangled hair, and hurried down the stairs.
When she stepped outside, Kofi stood waiting with a smile. In his hands he held a small clay jar of warm tea.
“Good morning, Su-yeon.”
The moment she saw his face her heart kicked again. For an instant the dark man from her dream and Kofi seemed to overlap.
Still flushed and a little breathless, she answered,
“Haa… yes… haa… good morning, Kofi… haa…”
He held the jar out to her.
“I made it a little stronger today.”
As she took it, Kofi studied her face closely. Her cheeks were brightly colored, a light sheen of sweat lay on her brow, and her breathing was still uneven.
“Su-yeon… are you all right? You don’t look well…”
His voice was full of concern.
“Haa… yes… I’m fine… haa… I just… had a dream… a scary dream… haa… it startled me a little.”
She forced the words out between controlled breaths.
Kofi hesitated, taking in her flushed face and rough breathing.
“…Then rest some more. If you need anything, come to my takienta any time.”
He gave a quiet wave of farewell and left her doorway.
“So you’re back, boy.”
The old woman stood in front of Kofi’s takienta, leaning on her staff, her voice heavy and low.
“Granny. How long have you been waiting?”
“Does that matter? Get inside. I have things to hear from you.”
They stepped into the takienta. The old woman settled onto a low stool and fixed her eyes on him.
“Are you doing as I told you? That woman… Su-yeon, was it?”
Kofi paused a moment, then began recounting everything up through this morning.
“Just as you said, Granny, yesterday I gave her the tea boiled with the leaves and a few drops of my sweat. While she was napping I lit the incense too.”
He swallowed and went on.
“At the welcome dance last night you saw it yourself—I pressed right up against her. She flinched a little but said nothing. Even when I grew hard and pushed against the middle of her thighs she stayed quiet. There was wetness; it soaked into my clothes… and then—”
The old woman cut him off.
“I saw that much. Tell me what happened after the festival, when you walked her home.”
Kofi dipped his head slightly, then spoke again.
“Well… as we were walking she asked first if she could have more of the tea and the bark I use for the incense.”
He continued,
“So I told her, ‘I’ll bring you fresh tea every day. The bark is in my takienta; I’ll split off today’s portion for you. Ask if you need more.’”
The old woman listened and slowly nodded.
“It’s going better than I expected. So you just came from taking her the tea?”
“Yes, Granny. I just delivered the tea and came back.”
She tapped her staff against the ground and spoke on.
“Heh… good. Very good. Just as the Loa said, that woman’s body is ripening little by little.”
She paused, then continued in a low, grave tone.
“Soon… a great rain will fall. Not just for you—more rain than I have seen in my whole life. At the latest, within three days.”
Kofi asked in surprise,
“A great rain?”
“Yes, boy. The Loa told me. Listen carefully from now on and do exactly as I say.”
She cleared her throat and went on.
“When that woman finishes the tea and asks for more, don’t put your sweat in it anymore. Boil the tea in the water you wash your cock with.”
“The water I wash my cock with…?”
Kofi’s voice trembled slightly.
“That’s right, boy. And when she drinks even that and still asks for more, take your cock in your hand and stroke it up and down until the white liquid comes out. Put that in, boil it, strain out the solids, and give her the remaining water.”
“White liquid…?”
“Yes, boy. The Loa said so. Once she drinks all of that, the rain will come. Then bring the woman to your takienta and smear the oil I gave you over every part of her body.”
Kofi stared at her in silence.
“Her breasts, her belly, the insides of her thighs, right into her crotch… every last place, slowly, for a long time, rub it in. Don’t rush… then water will begin to flow from the hole between her legs. When that happens, set your cock against that wet hole and push it in and out.”
Kofi nodded without a word.
“After a while you’ll feel the white liquid rising in your cock. Leave every drop of it inside her hole. You must repeat this until the god is satisfied. Until the rain stops…”
Kofi nodded and answered,
“Yes… Granny… I understand…”
The old woman smiled with satisfaction and rose, leaning on her staff.
“Wait. When the rain comes, that will be the true beginning.”
At the same moment
The instant Kofi left, Su-yeon stretched out on the mat again. Her heart still raced, and the insides of her thighs were already slick.
“…Haa…”
She slowly sat up and lifted the small jar he had brought. Warmth seeped into her fingertips.
This tea… if I drink it, maybe I’ll calm down a little…
She brought the jar to her lips and drank slowly.
One mouthful… two… three…
A sweet, faint grassy fragrance slid down her throat.
“Haa… haa… haa…”
She set the jar down and pressed a hand to her chest. Only a short time after drinking, her body was growing hotter still.
Haa… why isn’t it calming me…
She twisted her legs together and writhed.
Haa… I can’t… haa…
Su-yeon dug the dildo out of her luggage. Then she lay back on the mat, hiked her dress up to her waist, and shoved her already-soaked panties aside.
“Ha-eung…”
She pressed the tip of the dildo against the entrance of her sex and slowly pushed it in.
The moment it entered, her back arched hard off the mat.
“Aaang…!”
One hand gripping the toy, she began to work it back and forth. At first slowly, then faster and faster.
“Haang…! Honey… haang…!”
Her moans filled the takienta. Each rapid thrust of the dildo produced a wet, squelching sound.
She clutched the toy tightly and rocked her hips while her other hand roughly kneaded her full breasts.
“Haa… honey…! Harder… haang!”
The word “honey” still spilled from her lips, yet another face was steadily rising in her mind.
Min-jun’s features flickered for a moment, then blurred and vanished. In their place Kofi’s face appeared, sharp and clear.
His dark skin pressed close against her under the firelight. The enormous heat and size that had ground hard against the very center of her sex in time with the drums.
“Ha-eung…! Kofi…!”
The name slipped out before she could stop it.
No… why am I saying Kofi’s name…
She tried to shake her head, but the image of him only grew more vivid.
Su-yeon drove the dildo harder, deeper.
“Haang…! Kofi… fuck me…! Haaang…!”
She squeezed her eyes shut and called his name again and again. Strength flooded the hand that held the toy; her movements grew rough and wild.
“Haang… harder…”
Her body bowed like a drawn bow and lifted into the air. Her sex convulsed violently, coating the dildo in hot fluid. Her legs trembled and her mind went white.
“Haaaaa…”
She lay gasping with the dildo buried deep inside her. The heat refused to fade.
Staring blankly at the ceiling, she murmured,
“…Kofi…”
His name kept slipping from her mouth. Su-yeon shook her head hard.
No… Park Su-yeon… have you gone completely insane?… You’re a married woman…
She scolded herself, yet what rose again and again was Kofi’s face… the solid wall of his chest… the feel of that hard length prodding at her sex.
“Haa… I can’t… I’m going crazy…”
Still impaled on the dildo, she twisted and writhed on the mat.