Creation Talent - Chapter 73
“G-grabbing my breasts?!”
Asria stuttered in shock. It was only natural. What woman wouldn't be flustered when a young man suddenly declared he needed to touch her chest?
But Kim Jihun's attitude was resolute.
“Yeah. So, excuse me for a moment.”
He reached out, placing his hand over her clothes on her chest.
“Eek!”
Asria's face flushed deeper with humiliation. Not only had she become a subordinate to a mortal-turned-god, but now she had to endure this degrading ordeal! It was enough to make her blood boil.
Yet she couldn't move. Anticipating resistance, Jihun had suppressed her with his divine power, rendering her utterly immobile.
Jihun rested his hand on her chest, where not even a fingertip could twitch, and muttered to himself.
“Divine power isn't flowing in well. Is it the clothes?”
The fabric Asria wore was remarkably unique—thin and soft, as if it might tear at any moment, yet tough enough to resist even divine power to some degree. It was godly attire, after all, bound to have special properties.
To infuse his divine power without interference, Jihun slipped his hand directly under her clothes.
Sensing his touch, Asria cried out in alarm.
“You don't need to touch bare skin!”
“The clothes are blocking the divine power. This way it's more efficient.”
Jihun smiled at the soft sensation against his palm. His expression relaxed completely. He'd been tense before touching her, but once he started, it felt surprisingly natural. Even for a socially awkward guy like him, taking that first step brought back his composure.
Jihun savored the feel of her soft breast for a moment.
So soft. Firm and full, too.
He began gently kneading her breast. The plush yet elastic texture, the springy bounce—it was intoxicating.
Asria let out a displeased groan.
“Nngh!”
Jihun glanced at her face. It was flushed with shame. Suddenly, he found her expressions so vivid and varied—emotions he'd never seen from her during her Ma-shin days now burst forth so vividly.
He wanted to see more of them.
Squish.
Jihun kneaded her breast carefully once more.
“Kh!”
Asria ground her teeth in humiliation. Jihun could have fondled her chest all day. There was something addictive about manipulating that soft, ample, resilient mound.
But he had work to do. Time to stop playing around.
Any further and it'd get dangerous.
He checked her expression. Her face was beet red, as if she couldn't bear any more embarrassment. Her features twisted in a desperate effort to suppress her shame, tears glistening at the corners of her eyes.
Jihun was a man, after all. Of course he felt the desire to explore her beautiful body. But he didn't want to take her while causing her pain. She looked pitiful, and besides...
Leila.
Another woman flashed through his mind.
Jihun stopped kneading her breast and adopted a serious expression.
“Alright, let's begin.”
He muttered in a grave tone.
Asria's face flooded with relief at his words.
Right then—
Hummm...
Jihun's divine power began to flow.
...
Asria's face burned with humiliation. She thought to herself,
To think the day would come when a mortal-turned-god gropes my breasts.
Throughout her long divine life, she'd never allowed anyone to touch them. And now, this bizarre mid-level god from a mortal background had done just that.
It was utterly bewildering and mortifying.
To fall to such a state!
Who could have imagined it? She'd once reached mid-rank Creation God, fighting on the front lines. After becoming Ma-shin, she'd ended up as a mid-level god's servant.
Her old godly allies would be stunned if they saw her now. She'd fallen that far.
Truly, you never know what divine life holds.
She sighed inwardly. Asria had given up. Her body wouldn't move, and Jihun was kneading her breasts. A faint ache mingled with an unwelcome tingle of pleasure.
Being so powerless against a mortal-turned-god was utterly humiliating.
As if sensing her turmoil, Jihun's hands finally stopped.
Is it finally over?
After pausing his kneading, Jihun muttered gravely,
“Alright, let's begin.”
Hummm.
His divine power began to flow. She sensed it emanating subtly from his touch—purer and clearer than expected. She'd assumed a mortal-turned-god's power would be crude, but it rivaled the upper echelons of the gods in purity.
Asria was inwardly shocked.
Such pure divine power from a mortal origin?
Divine power reflected an entity's purity and sincerity. Not all divine power was equal—some was base, some pristine. Purer power yielded better efficiency and effects, even for the same feat. That 'quality' stemmed from the soul's purity.
A tainted soul produced impure power; a pure soul, pure power.
Mortal souls were rarely pure, for the most part. Yet this one's was crystal clear, like a high god after eons of mental discipline.
The implication was clear.
How pristine is this Kim Jihun's soul?
It marked him as exceptionally pure, mortal origins notwithstanding.
What an odd one.
Back in her Ma-shin days, Asria had heard tales of Asrie's planet. A world prizing evolution over rigid design. She'd scoffed at the time—loose and indulgent management seemed doomed to fail compared to others' meticulous blueprints.
But seeing this pure soul, she realized Asrie hadn't failed. Hadn't such a soul emerged from it?
For a soul of such rarity to manifest in a mortal—it was simply astonishing.
As Asria pondered this—
Hummm!
A shock like an electric jolt coursed through her.
This is divine power?!
Jihun's power was finally seeping into her body. The influx itself wasn't an issue—just awkward. But as his pure power purged her internal impurities, an overwhelming pleasure surged.
Nngh! What is this? It feels so weird...!
His transparent divine power nibbled away at her body bit by bit. It was a strange sensation. The energy entering her chest gradually ignited waves of pleasure.
It's like...
The effect mimicked sexual ecstasy. Purging impurities and igniting her divine circuits inadvertently stimulated her pleasure centers.
Asria's body heated up.
Nngh!
She shuddered at this novel pleasure. In her entire divine existence, she'd never felt such intense stimulation.
At this rate, her self-control would shatter. She pleaded with Jihun.
“Stop, please stop. Nngh!”
Her cheeks burned crimson, a sultry hue spreading across her face. Pleasure was enflaming her body, turning her alluringly wanton. It was instinctive. Exposed to such intense bliss, her core was already slick and throbbing.
Any goddess would succumb to such potent stimulation.
But Jihun was focused on channeling his power, oblivious to her shifting aura.
“No. This is the critical part. If we don't normalize the divine circuits now, it'll be pointless.”
He intensified the flow. Even more power surged in at once.
She felt an even fiercer pleasure.
“Haah!”
She nearly blacked out. A torrent of ecstasy cascaded up her spine, flooding her body. Electric tingles rippled through her, her mind melting in the slick, jolting bliss.
This unfamiliar pleasure was crumbling her.
Asria's legs weakened, trembling faintly.
“Kh, hngh!”
She swallowed her moans, clinging to sanity. But the pure power kept pouring in relentlessly—that was all she could manage.
Hearing her moans, Jihun said,
“Does it hurt that much? I'll finish quickly.”
He mistook her stifled moans for pain. That misunderstanding spurred him on. To end her 'suffering' sooner, he channeled his power even more vigorously.
Asria hit an unprecedented peak, a climax beyond anything she'd known.
“Heuk!”
Immense pleasure stabbed up her spine to her crown. A shocking, electric jolt whitened her mind. She'd absorbed bliss too overwhelming to endure sane.
“Kk! Nngh! Eugh! Nngh!”
Standing, she bucked her hips repeatedly, convulsing. Unable to hold back any longer, her toes curled tight. Her waist arched like a bow, eyes rolling back as pupils flipped upward.
Startled by her sudden spasms, Jihun halted the infusion. His power receded, restraints lifting.
Asria collapsed limply.
“Aah, hng. Hngh!”
Even on the floor, her hips twitched. She convulsed, eyes half-rolled, drool spilling from slack lips, expression utterly melted in bliss.
Jihun called cautiously.
“Um, Asria?”
No response. Scratching his cheek awkwardly, he muttered low.
“Oops, my mistake. It hurt so much I rushed, and it was too intense—she passed out. Next time, I'll go slower and gentler.”
In truth, it hadn't been pain but cataclysmic sexual pleasure. But he had no way of knowing.