Neighbor Divorcée (4)
“What do you mean? Taking care of you...”
“Exactly what I said. You can see my arms and legs. I won’t be able to do anything normal for the next ten days. Hell, even washing up is a problem right now. Someone’s gotta look after me, right up close.”
“Isn’t that just nursing? Why call it ‘taking care’...”
“You think a guy in this state can’t do anything else?”
She really doesn’t get it. Such innocent purity—it’s begging to be defiled.
“If I don’t get this taken care of for ten days, I’ll die.”
I tapped down there with my uncasted hand.
“Ah...”
“When a woman handles this too, it’s not nursing anymore. It’s service. You get what I mean now, right?”
Oh Seung-ah fidgeted with her fingers, looking troubled.
She says she’s not good at it, but not that she won’t do it. Just as I expected. I was certain Oh Seung-ah wouldn’t refuse.
> [Oh Seung-ah's Libido: 160(+100)]
Before bringing up the service idea, I’d checked with the Libido Scout. Oh Seung-ah’s libido was a whopping 160. Even Yu-jin at 140 had been a handful, and this was 20 higher.
But what’s that (+100) in parentheses?
My current Sexual Power was 65. Without a Sexual Power booster, I couldn’t overpower Oh Seung-ah’s libido. I checked the item menu, but the boosters were still sold out. The quest system always made essential items available, even pulling tricks like price cuts. If it was still out of stock, it meant I didn’t need it for this quest.
Then how do I bridge that 100-point gap?
As if reading my mind, a message popped up in the air.
The value in parentheses is a temporary increase due to trauma. It will decrease once the trauma is resolved. Trauma can be resolved by substituting 'affinity' for feasibility.
That’s what it said. The ‘feasibility’ in the last sentence probably referred to my Expression Con. If the trauma recognized I had it, it would reflect in Oh Seung-ah’s affinity as the person involved. If you want your sex trauma fixed, obey Lee Min-ho’s offer.
As if to prove it, Oh Seung-ah’s affinity changed dramatically.
80/100
It had been 40 before the accident—now it was 80. Even if she felt sorry for me, that kind of jump didn’t make sense. 80 out of 100 max was lover territory. It’s weird for a neighbor to become a lover just from tumbling down some stairs, right?
So I inferred it was the trauma’s influence. She might not realize it, but the trauma inside her desperately wanted my ‘feasibility.’ If my guess was right, the trauma would move her heart. Just like right now.
“You mean... help me masturbate?”
“Exactly. You’ve done plenty yourself, Seung-ah. You know how important hands are.”
Her face turned beet red. Guess she’s not used to this kind of talk.
“Uh... how far do I have to go?”
“How far?”
“There are all sorts of ways to make a guy cum.”
She’s way ahead of me. Makes talking easier.
“Until I’m satisfied. That’s why I need to jerk off, right?”
Silence. Last bit of hesitation, probably.
Guess she’s made up her mind.
“For the next ten days... I’ll do my best.”
*****
We started with a shower. I hadn’t properly washed in three days, and my body was itchy as hell. We wrapped plastic around the casts to keep water out, then headed to the bathroom. Oh Seung-ah said she needed time to prepare.
I opened the status window and used the Expression Con. Unlike other items, a warning-like message appeared.
Emotional changes and aphrodisiac effects are limited to the item user. Changes may be extreme depending on the target—be cautious not to let it turn into obsession.
It was like a heads-up: the effect might work too well, leading to clinginess.
Does clearing the quest mean I can make her fully mine? A woman like that sticking around forever? I’d be grateful. But how clingy would she get to warrant that warning?
As I pondered, the bathroom door opened. A glimpse of pure white thigh drew my eyes upward. She hadn’t stripped completely from the start... Oh Seung-ah was wearing a black bikini.
Her hair neatly tied in a bun, cheeks slightly flushed with embarrassment, smooth neckline tied with bikini strings. The tiny—really tiny—fabric area packed a devastating punch.
“I, uh... it’s from before I got married. I didn’t realize it’d gotten so small.”
“It looks small. But why the bikini...?”
“It’s gonna get wet anyway, so I figured swimwear would be better.”
Life hack turning into prime eye candy in seconds. Now I get why sexy photoshoots use perfectly snug or tiny swimsuits. The stimulation level... it was on another plane.
“Sounds cheeky, but your body’s a work of art. I’m impressed.”
“Don’t give an auntie that look. People will misunderstand.”
I meant it. A pink aura flickered behind her reddened face. Deepening color meant the aphrodisiac was kicking in properly. Her breathing seemed a bit quicker too.
Confirming her inner thoughts, I dropped the towel covering my dick. The guy who’d been hard since earlier sprang up, pointing straight at the ceiling. Oh Seung-ah’s eyes widened for a second.
Like Ah-young, seeing her ideal dick?
Compliment or insult? A 27-year-old man’s dick called cute.
“Let’s wash my body first.”
She lathered up the shower puff and started on my back. Clumsy, but full of care. From back to neck, arms, chest, down to stomach. As the puff headed lower, her breathing quickened.
Down to my legs now—only that spot left. Hesitating, then she gingerly lifted my dick. Planning to wash the balls first, I guess. Slim fingers wrapped around them with soft foam. A groan slipped out unbidden. Even after tasting premium goods like Ah-young and Yu-jin, one touch crumbled me. Just that languid texture and perfect warmth—Oh Seung-ah was a scary woman, delivering this level of arousal.
Aware or not of my thoughts, she silently focused on the handjob.
*****
“How’s it feel...? Should I keep going with my hand?”
Rinsed the foam and played my shaft like an accordion. Not expert, but the raw sensation built a pleasant buzz. Still, not enough. I could do hands myself. I needed that moist mouth sliding back and forth, or those tits squeezing through the valley.
Spotting her dutiful thoughts, I pushed.
“Feels good, but the stimulation’s a bit...”
I tapped my lips. Her aura deepened instantly, like she’d been waiting.
She caught on, face flushed, and dropped to her knees. Eye level with my dick.
Treating it like a kid—I couldn’t help chuckling. I stifled it, waiting for her next move. She fiddled with the balls again, then kissed the glans. Her tongue peeked out, licking from the slit. A shiver raced up my spine, exploding at my nape.
“Hng... Seung-ah. You’re, good at this.”
“Th-thank you.”
No need for formalities. Still so earnest.
She parted her lips slowly, taking in the glans. Tongue tip tapped the shaft, making its presence known. Hot warmth enveloped me, pleasure cells blooming everywhere.
—Lick lick, slurp sssuck...
She bobbed diligently, checking my reactions now and then. Like a cute pup performing tricks, gauging her owner’s mood. I grabbed her hair with my free hand, guiding the motion. Taking it as approval, she sped up. Her arousal turned to heat, slamming into my dick. Soft inner flesh clung like octopus suckers. Cheeks hollowed and puffed, layering suction in novel ways. Sheer devotion outdid technique, sucking every inch to the root without neglect.
Every conflict, she sucked harder. Like seeking absolution from my dick. It drove me wild each time—I’d grant any pardon.
“Ngh, Seung-ah... keep, more... haa. Fuck, I’m losing it!”
Every mouth thrust blanked my mind. Ah... this is too good.