I Can Tell Youngae

Seeing Kim Youngae's status message made me feel a bit sheepish.

I hadn't meant for her to be that moved—it was just curiosity on my part.

Youngae looked at me with eyes brimming with deep emotion and answered.

"From now on... you're right. I won't try to protect the house all by myself anymore."

"So what will you do?"

"I haven't... thought of a plan yet."

Youngae gave an awkward smile.

"How about working at the beauty center? You know I have to go to university, so it could be a nice side gig for you while you keep an eye on the beauty center for me."

She was moved again.

"I've invested capital too... I'll do it. It's our business."

"Exactly. It's our business."

Youngae's train of thought, starting from the beauty center, veered in a strange direction.

She remembered me saying that the erotic massage I'd given her was something I did for other customers too.

'Oh?'

Aw crap. When I'd seduced Youngae with that erotic massage before, I'd told her it was a standard service for everyone—and now she'd remembered.

"Youngae?"

I called out to her, anxiety creeping in, but she stayed silent despite my voice.

I stared at her status message with bated breath.

This train of thought isn't good, I thought—just as the status message shifted.

Youngae valued chastity highly. That's why she saw herself—married to another man, still legally a wife—as shameless for demanding exclusivity from me.

"Master."

"Yeah?"

"I love you."

Youngae said no more, simply voicing her love.

Love. I love you.

"I'll make you happy."

I wanted to say I loved her too, but instead promised happiness. I didn't want to lie to her.

I still didn't fully understand what love was. But one thing was clear: she was precious to me. Her resolve and thoughtfulness moved me deeply.

Yeah. Time to tell her.

Seeing her sincere heart solidified my decision.

"Kyaa!"

I scooped Youngae up from across the table and sat her on my lap.

She was wearing the sheer home dress she'd had on when she first came to this house. I slipped my hand under the hem.

Of course, Youngae wasn't wearing any underwear. My fingertips brushed her pussy.

"Haah... again?"

"No. I just have something to tell you. I want to talk while holding you."

Her face lit up with curiosity.

"What is it?"

"Well..."

A long story began. My past, my pathetic failures, the luck bestowed upon me, the opportunities that came my way. I poured it all out to Youngae.

After listening intently for a while and pondering, she spoke.

"Could you... show me once?"

She was asking for proof, but not out of doubt.

I activated Action Hand and slid my hand lower.

"Hnnngh?! M-Master...?"

"You asked for proof. One of my abilities is Action Hand. Its basic function repairs physical ailments through touch, but with extra power, it can induce pleasure."

"Haaah... I didn't mean show me like this..."

"Your eyes were too sexy just now. This is your fault."

"Haaht, haht, huaaah... Seeing my body react like this, it doesn't seem like there's something wrong with your mind, Master... So it's really true..."

"Yeah. I really do have all these supernatural abilities..."

As I spoke, my lips curved into a smile without me realizing.

Youngae didn't suspect me of lying even for a second, but her first reaction upon hearing my story was to worry about my mental health.

Fair enough. Even I thought it sounded insane.

"Come to think of it... I've felt something off all this time. That's enough. I believe you, Master. Now please take your hand out."

"..."

"...Master? Mas— huaaahhng...!!"

"Sorry. I'm fired up now."

Youngae despaired but didn't stop me.

"Aaaah... please be gentle..."

Even after being tormented all day, she never refused. That was so like ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Youngae.

She never once showed any doubt, even after hearing my story.

She might question my sanity, but never the truth ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠of my words.

Absolute trust. Absolute affection. Realizing that fact realistically ignited my desire for her explosively.

Squelch. Squelch.

As I stirred her pussy briefly, it quickly grew slick. I lifted her body slightly and slid my cock inside.

The glans pushed through her soaked folds.

"Hnnnngh...!"

"So ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠warm. Feels good..."

"Hnnn, Master has such amazing stamina."

"I'll just keep it in for now. Let's talk with it inside. You're too lovable."

"...Hng, no helping it..."

I rubbed her lower ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠belly. I could feel my cock pressing up inside her.

"Haaaahng...!"

"There. I won't move. Let's drink."

"Haah... y-yes... hng!"

I filled our glasses with liquor and handed hers over.

"Cheers!"

"Cheers..."

Every time Youngae swallowed, her pussy clenched delightfully around me.

"So, did you start the beauty center business because you could use your abilities there too?"

"Ah, that. One of my abilities is reality correction."

Since it came up, I explained the beauty center's vision in detail to Youngae.

She listened closely, thought for a moment, then spoke.

"Could I invest more capital, by any chance?"

"Hm? Sure, I'd love that, but are you okay with it?"

"Yes. I have some spare money. Adding another 500 million won to start big from the get-go seems best."

"500 million???"

"To achieve those results and convince customers, we need top-tier facilities and equipment. Otherwise, we'll run into a lot of annoying issues."

"Yeah... I think so too."

"And..."

Youngae blushed as she continued.

"The beauty center... it's our business. I can invest 500 million. That's fine."

"...Ahh."

In that moment, my affection for Youngae shot up by at least 10 points.

Every word she says is so commendable—I can't hold back.

I channeled that feeling into my glans and thrust at her G-spot.

Pressing down on her lower belly with my hand while rubbing her G-spot made her thighs quiver.

"H-hnng...? Master, suddenly...!"

A light orgasm hit, soaking her crotch. Her home dress hem was getting wet—she'd squirted.

Youngae made a pouty face.

"D-don't do it so suddenly..."

She'd climaxed over ten times in bed already, but squirting while seated at the table seemed embarrassing.

"Haha, sorry."

"...I'll go to the bathroom."

"No. I'm not pulling out until we're done drinking."

"...You're so mean. You'll let me go once the liquor runs out, right?"

Youngae downed her glass in one go.

"You want to be away from me that badly?"

"Ugh... not that, but..."

She pouted sulkily.

"You know why you're doing this... you're too much."

She was so cute like that—I stroked her hair gently.

Her sulky expression softened bit by bit.

"Master's hands... are magical. I never thought getting my hair stroked at my age would feel this good."

"Action Hand also relieves others' stress. That's why. Especially since you're sensitive to stress."

"So the massages from you felt extra good because of your ability. I thought... I was just falling for you without realizing..."

"Uh, yeah?"

Her meaningful response stirred a flicker of unease. She wouldn't suddenly lose affection now, would she? Had I been too reckless?

"My body is so sensitive to stress that it affects me physically, but your hands erase it. Maybe..."

Reading the status message flooded me with emotion. I hugged her body tightly without thinking.

"Youngae!"

"Hnnngh, Master, I can't... breathe... my breasts..."

I came to my senses and loosened my grip; Youngae panted for air.

"Hugging that tight squishes my breasts. It hurts if you press too hard. They've gotten even bigger lately... ah...?"

Youngae glared at me as if realizing something.

"Master, did you... make my breasts bigger...?"

"Huh? That..."

"I thought it was hormones... but you did it?"

"...Yeah."

Youngae smiled at me.

"Master? Do you know my cup size?"

"...H-cup."

"Is it easy or hard walking around with water balloons the size of a person's head on your chest?"

"...Hard."

"You knew that and still inflated water balloons on my tits?"

She was smiling, but it was terrifying. I'd never seen her look at me like that before.