The Married Woman Melting at My Fingertips
"Today, the muscles in your lower body look a bit stiff. I'll focus the treatment on those tense spots."
Instead of pressing the muscles above her buttocks like a standard massage, I grabbed her entire ass with both hands.
Kim Youngae panicked at the blatantly different, explicit contact.
Before she could voice her aversion, I cranked Action Hand up to 3GP.
"Hnggh...!"
A short moan slipped from her lips, courtesy of the heightened pleasure from the stronger-than-usual Action Hand.
"Does it hurt?"
"N-No, it doesn't hurt, but that spot... Eut."
Action Hand 4GP
"Hnnngggg....."
The intense stimulation radiating from both hands gripping her ass wiped the aversion clean from her status message.
Back to 1GP.
"Hnnngut... Aaaa....."
Kim Youngae stopped resisting altogether, just heaving rough breaths.
Only then could I savor the feel of her ass. My first time grabbing a married woman's backside. Cushy and plush like a pillow, yet perfectly toned and springy from diligent care—the ideal bounce. The way it filled my palms brought an inexplicable sense of fullness.
I slid my hands slowly up and down, relishing every inch.
"Aa, Mr. Song.....!"
With each movement, her ass clenched in bursts, her waist twitching.
"Don't move suddenly. Staying as still as possible won't interfere with the massage."
Immorality—a deeply negative emotion for her. Kim Youngae's constitution was hypersensitive; negative feelings could wreck her body with stress. She had an obsessive aversion to anything that stirred those emotions.
Normally, she'd avoid a situation like this obsessively. But with Action Hand, that's not the case.
Her mind, shackled by conservative values, clashed with her body, which welcomed my touch.
Action Hand erased her stress in real time. In a chain reaction, her body began registering the current state as desirable. That physical response fed back into her mind and emotions, clear as day in her status messages.
The more I kneaded her ass, the faster her immorality and guilt melted away in real time.
"Feels refreshing, doesn't it? Esthetic de Nonhyeon's manual doesn't really suit my style anyway."
Her body, sensuality awakened from prior sessions, reacted even more intensely. To stifle moans, her toes clenched tight, feet rubbing together with a soft swish.
Still manageable for now, I see.
A mischievous impulse hit; I spiked the GP consumption for a moment.
"Hup, hngut... Ah...!"
Her plump ass lifted a little with each knead, until it arched high.
Like the yoga cat pose.
An incredibly lewd position. I wanted to slam my cock in right then. But I held back. I stopped my hands there.
As the pleasure ebbed, Kim Youngae became aware of her own state.
"Think the back massage is good for now."
I lightly patted her back.
"Starting the front massage. Mind turning over?"
"Th-the front... next time."
She'd permitted it once before, but things were different now.
Her bra was already loose; supine, she'd be covered only by that lone towel over her privates.
"Like I mentioned before, severe headaches require neck and nape work, which means lying on your back."
I flicked on Action Hand and gently worked her nape.
"Hngut, ahhh... Got it."
She hesitated, then rolled over. One hand pressed to her chest to keep the towel in place, she stole glances at me before hurriedly looking away when our eyes met.
Innocent beyond her years.
"Ah, one moment before we start."
I soaked the towel in hot water and draped it over her face.
"Ack!"
"Surprised?"
"You didn't do this before...."
"No need to stick to the beauty center's manual anymore. I'm tweaking it my way."
I climbed onto the bed and sat by her head.
"Bed's so big, it's tough from the side. Excuse me."
Her towel-blocked view hid it, but I straddled her head, legs spread wide.
"Alright, starting the treatment."
I brushed near her collarbone.
"Y-yes... Ahhhut....!"
Pleasure hit again; her fine brows furrowed.
One hand cradling her head, I softly kneaded her slackened nape.
Twitch. Twitch.
"Eut, eut....! Aa...."
Vision blocked, her reactions were hypersensitive—exactly as planned with the hot towel.
Bonus: admire her figure at leisure.
Not sneaking peeks—I openly ogled her body. Twitches slid the towel down, gradually baring her breasts. Pleasure reignited, her nipples perking up. The silhouette matched her size, temptingly large; I itched to tug them.
"Upper body upper lymph massage now."
Plausible words, but impulse guided my hands lower... toward her breasts.
Finally, my fingertips sank into soft breast flesh.
Kim Youngae twitched.
"Mr. Song, I..."
She faltered, unable to say the words about my hands on her breasts. Meanwhile, savoring the feel, my half-hard cock swelled fully erect. Sitting by her head, it loomed beside her face.
Pondering how to broach it, she began sensing something off.
Her body tensed rigidly, then relaxed.
The question that had lingered since first glimpsing my cock's silhouette resurfaced, anticipation overriding aversion.
Can get more blatant now?
I didn't know the root of her anticipation, but the situation was perfect for me. I lowered my hands further. Now her entire upper breast filled my grasp. Direct contact shot pleasure straight to her brain; her nipples stiffened prominently.
About time to grab?
Melted this much, she wouldn't resist a full grope. As my hand moved to seize her breast—
Her hand had already caught my wrist.
"Stop. Please stop."
She clutched the towel over her chest with her other hand and sat up. The fallen wet towel revealed her face, etched with faint anger.
"Why cross the massage line—"
About to snap at me, her eyes hit the towering tent between my legs. She clamped her mouth shut.
"...I'm tired. Let's end here for today. Good work. Pay's on the kitchen table—grab it. I want to shower; please leave?"
Rejected, but curiosity outweighed anger. Her mind brimmed with guilt toward her husband.
Exceptional willpower? Or just her nature?
No normal mentality could withstand Action Hand's pleasure. Yet even as she melted under it, she snapped back the instant I crossed the line—her head flooding with thoughts of her husband.
A new breed of woman. Special. And that made me crave her more.
Sexual desire and greed stirred; a fresh craving wormed into my dynamic with her.
I slipped out quietly.
No worry she'd cut ties. Headaches alone would drag her back. Past sessions proved it.
Even if not...
I'd seen it clearly—her final status emotion, faint amid aversion and anger. Kim Youngae felt excitement and joy at my lustful gaze and her body's sexual response.
Next time. Or the one after...
Sexual desire hungers and craves Kim Youngae.
Possessiveness takes interest in the newly discovered target.
I was certain. My desires would break free from their hunger.