How to Feel Good

With my pockets stuffed full of coins, I headed up to the second floor and knocked on Lea's door.

Knock knock.

"Who's there?"

"It's me, Kangmo."

Lea approached the door with soft footsteps and replied.

"Yeah? What is it?"

"What're you up to? Y'know... that thing from last time."

"That thing?"

Whoosh. Lea flung the door open right away, and her unique scent wafted out from the room. As I mumbled, "Yeah, that thing," without being specific, she gave me her classic innocent, clueless look.

"What thing?"

"You know, that massage we did before."

"Ohhh~ that~ But why?"

She remembered as soon as I mentioned the massage.

Ahem. How could I phrase this to get another round?

"Well... I wanna get better at massages. Practice makes perfect, right? And it'd loosen up your muscles too. You said it felt good last time, didn't you?"

I bullshitted my way through it, and Lea nodded casually.

"Yeah, it did feel good. Okay, come on in."

At her okay, I slipped into her room, shut the door, and headed to her bed.

"I'll lie down like last time, then."

She lay down casually and asked.

"Yeah. Ready to start?"

I lightly tapped her feet, focusing my intent to apply the coins, and a window popped up.

"Yeah, starting ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠here."

Applying coins was second nature now. Still felt kinda awkward, though. No sign of it in the shop yet... wonder when it'll show up.

I checked the usual receipt of updates scrolling by and started massaging her feet and ankles naturally.

Knead knead.

"Heehee, that tickles."

Lea giggled every time my hands touched her soles. Heh, so cute. Her overall stats were the highest in the family anyway, and with the relationship boost from coins, she was super receptive.

Time to move up a bit?

I slid from her ankles to her calves.

Knead knead.

After a few minutes on her calves and ankles, she seemed relaxed, so I inched my hands higher bit by bit.

Sliide.

Lea's thighs—that touch I'd craved so much. Couldn't get enough. No chances lately, so this felt like payback for all my patience. Even though I'd touched them once before, it was fresh and thrilling every time.

Knead knead.

I slyly started on the inner thighs too.

"Mmm... ungh..."

Lea was totally relaxed, feeling every stroke. How soft would that squishy, pale thigh flesh be bare? Openness went up 30 points. Her self-control was around 75—pretty low. Maybe I could go skin-to-skin? Worth a shot. But demanding outright might tank stats, so gotta ease into it.

Heart pounding with anticipation.

"Lea, aren't your pants getting in the way?"

"Mmm... kinda uncomfortable? Should I take 'em off?"

Jackpot—she was on board. Excitement bubbled up thinking about those firm thighs.

"Yeah, massages are best when you're comfy. Whatever works for you."

"Mhm."

I nudged her gently, and she started sliding off her track pants.

Sliide.

Whoa. Had to hold ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠back a gasp. Sure, I'd peeked in the bathroom before, but up close like this? Whole new level. Those taut thighs—I could already imagine how silky they'd feel. But her panties? Super conservative. Hoped for cute bear-print undies, but nope—full-coverage granny style up to the hips. One day, I'll get you in a thong, Lea. Vowed it to myself as I resumed the leg massage.

Sliide.

Gonna keep gasping. Perfect texture. What if I rubbed my cock here? Pure bliss? Especially her inner thighs—art.

Knead knead.

Sliide. Sliide.

"Ah... aaang..."

I kneaded and rubbed her thighs wherever I wanted. Lea was getting aroused too—soft moans leaking out.

"How's it feel?"

"Haaa... feels so gooood... aaang..."

My dick was already straining against my pants. Time to escalate?

"Lea, lift your legs like last time."

"Mhm."

I hooked both her legs over my shoulders, positioning like missionary. Wore my thinnest track pants on purpose—no underwear either. My cock was blatantly tenting.

"Haat... Oppa... this feels weird... Is this... really a massage?"

Did her intelligence go up? No smarts-boosting coins, though. But Lea, I trust your Innocent trait.

"Yeah, it's a massage. Don't you remember how good it felt last time?"

"So it'll feel good like last time?"

"Yep."

"Okay."

Innocent trait working perfectly. Whether it's the trait or just her personality, didn't matter. She handed her legs over completely.

I stroked both thighs slowly with my hands and started grinding my hips.

Sliide. Sliide.

"Haaang... haaaang..."

My cock outline grinding over her slit through the fabrics. The friction sounded amazing. Felt insane. Her panty crotch was soaked—sweat or juices forming a cameltoe. I felt that wet crease through just a thin layer.

"Aaaang... haaang! ...Aaaaang!"

"Haa... haa... Lea..."

"Aaaang! Aang! Oppa! Don't stop!"

Lea was demanding more now.

Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump.

Her juices seeped through her panties, drenching my track pants. I dropped the massage pretense, thrusting like we were actually fucking, rubbing my cock desperately along her slit.

"Aang... ang!... Haaaang! Aaaaang..."

"Lea... feels good?"

"Aaaaang! So good! Aaang... more... more, pleeease... aaang..."

She kept begging for it. Our ace Lea, leading in Interest, Desire, Lewdness.

Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump.

"Haa... Lea... wanna know... haa... how to feel even better?"

"Haaaang! Ang! Yeah! Yeah! Tell me... aaaang..."

She's F-rank. Kissing unlocks way before that unless stats are weird. I slowed my hips a tad, leaning over her like an embrace.

"Lea..."

"Haaaang... aaang... hm?"

Her moans were shameless now. Up close, her lips looked delicious. Perfect for kissing. I pressed mine to hers, trusting the system, and slipped my tongue in.

"Aaang... your tongue... aaaang... slurp..."

"Like this... sluuuurp... during a massage... chuup...... mixing tongues... makes it feel even better... smooch..."

Her stats allowed kissing per the guide, no excuses needed, but I kept the mood going. Her tongue tasted like sweet strawberries. Soft and fruity—pure heaven. I sucked it while grinding my hips.

"Mmm... this... smooch... isn't dirty... smooch... right?... slurp..."

She asked if it was dirty but kept sucking my tongue eagerly.

"Haa... nope... see how good it feels when you follow me... haa... right?"

I pulled ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠back to catch my breath, but she clung harder.

"Nngh... more... do more of that... aaaang... slurp... sluuuurp..."

Like instinct, her legs wrapped my waist, arms around my neck pulling me in—massage forgotten.

"Sluuurp... sluuuuurp... haaaang..."

Her panties and my track pants front were piss-soaked wet. Her tongue and lips insanely sweet, thighs firm against my sides, wet slit slutty. Felt like heaven. Could do this all day.

Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump.

Climax building—I sped up my thrusts.

"Sluuurp... aaang! Aaang! Aaaaang! Aaang!!!"

"Aaah! Lea!!"

Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump.

Her hips bucked in sync like instinct.

"Ang! Oppaang! Oppa!! Haaaaaaaang!!!"

"Ngh. Lea!"

We peaked together again. Soulmates material?

"Haa... haa..."

"Haa... Oppa... I feel... sooo good..."

I dismissed the coin notification and hugged her, showering more kisses.

"Sluuurp... sluuuurp... Lea... wanna go again?... smooch..."

"Sluuurp... yeah... wanna do more..."

We kept going until she was totally spent.

And there it was—a new type: Heroine Trait Coin. Not the gray public ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠coin or red heroine coin, but blue.