The Married Woman Melting at His Fingertips
Kim Youngae thought to herself.
'I shouldn't have gotten angry at Mr. Song. I should have just firmly demanded that he keep his boundaries...'
She hadn't been able to do it. And Kim Youngae knew why.
The greed radiating from her masseur toward her. It had been ten years since she'd felt a man's desire like that, and it made her tremble.
As she pondered how long it had been since she'd received such a gaze from a man, she snapped back to reality.
'I'm crazy, Kim Youngae.'
Guilt crept in, slowly overtaking her body. This was the first time she'd ever shown anger toward someone. Raised to see gentleness and consideration as a woman's virtues, she wasn't used to handling things immaturely. Her poor coping turned into regret and self-reproach, and soon a headache began to set in.
Pressing her throbbing temples, Kim Youngae continued her thoughts. At the same time, resentment toward him bubbled up.
Her body, which even her husband overlooked—what was so appealing about it that he harbored such feelings? She'd felt overwhelmed by his touch and his excessively healthy masculinity. It was true that she'd harbored expectations she shouldn't have.
But Kim Youngae was the daughter of strict yet loving parents, a woman who hadn't given up on her dream of one day becoming a mother.
'And... I'm also my husband's wife.'
Even if she wasn't entirely sure he loved her. Still, she was trying to love her husband.
Love was something you gave. It shouldn't be contingent on receiving. That was what love meant to Kim Youngae.
She vowed she couldn't betray the expectations of everyone she loved.
Throb.
A short message, not even ten characters long. Her recent vow rang hollow as she was left alone once more.
"...Haa."
How had things come to this? Had she hoped for too much happiness?
Kim Youngae pressed her throbbing head. The headache had come sooner than usual today. And far more painfully than before.
If she couldn't be happy, couldn't she at least live without suffering? A subtle temptation arose.
In the end, Kim Youngae rationalized it.
'Yeah. I just need to show more restraint.'
There had been a few incidents, but she could control it. Her husband would understand. After all, he bore a fair share of the pain she felt.
After endless hesitation, Kim Youngae typed out a message.
The moment she finally sent the text, her headache intensified as if it had been waiting.
Kim Youngae's upright conscience and morals wouldn't allow her rationalization. Self-reproach and disappointment turned into stress, overwhelming her. Amid the growing pain, she pressed on with her thoughts.
Suddenly, she wondered what if he refused.
'No. We're in a business relationship. Even for that reason, he won't refuse the treatment.'
Besides, the worst outcome for her wasn't refusal of treatment.
A sigh escaped Kim Youngae's lips as she read the reply.
"Aaaah..."
Like a ghost, the exact response she'd feared most came back. As if he'd read her mind.
'This is... taming.'
She knew it. The young man coveting her body was trying to tame her.
Days passed. Amid the endless headache, Kim Youngae thought.
'Can I refuse again next time?'
She wasn't sure.
Seeing Kim Youngae after two weeks, she looked thoroughly ripened. Sensing the time had come, I greeted her calmly.
"Hello. Two weeks, right? How have you been?"
Kim Youngae replied with a resolute expression.
"Yes. First off, I want to say... I hope nothing like last time happens again."
"Hmm, well... From my perspective, it was just a massage. Aren't you overreacting a bit?"
"Eut...!"
She seemed flustered by my unexpected response, so I continued.
"You understand that massage inherently involves skinship, right? I get that you're uncomfortable, but if you react too sensitively, I have no choice but to adjust accordingly."
I paused briefly before adding, "Shall I stop?"
"...No. I think I was a bit too sensitive."
That was enough to seize the initiative.
"It's fine. Then, let's begin the treatment."
I started the massage but didn't use Action Hand. I planned to let her stew a bit more.
As time passed, Kim Youngae began to grow restless bit by bit.
That sensation isn't coming.
Unable to endure the wait any longer, Kim Youngae finally spoke up.
"Um... Mr. Song? It doesn't feel as refreshing as before."
"Is that so? Even the most pleasant stimulation becomes dull with familiarity."
"Really...? Then what should we do..."
"If we massaged areas you don't usually get, it might help... What do you think?"
I chose my words to carry a suggestive undertone, tossing the question her way.
The meaning of those words...
She caught the implication hidden between the lines of my question.
"That might be a bit..."
I cut her off.
"For treatments beyond simple muscle fatigue relief—like improving your constitution or maintaining health—they require aggressive massage focused on the lymph nodes. I haven't been doing it properly, tailoring to you. That's probably why it's become dull."
By emphasizing it as a pure suggestion for the massage itself—not driven by lust—I granted her the excuse of it being "just a massage."
The dilemma on Kim Youngae's face deepened.
Step by step, she'd crossed lines she never would have tolerated before, leading to their current relationship. What choice would she make this time?
Waiting for her decision felt like a child eyeing a gift box—filled with anticipation and excitement. Watching her deliberate was pleasure in itself.
Last time, she'd overcome pleasure and chosen according to her values. Each time she defied my expectations, a certain emotion grew within me.
A woman with such firm resolve. What would it feel like if that resolve turned toward me?
I sensed it instinctively. The quest with Kim Youngae wouldn't end with just sex for the Married Woman Melting at Fingertips clear. My desires wouldn't be satisfied there.
Lost in thought, Kim Youngae made up her mind.
"Lymph node massage... Please do more of that."
'Half-acceptance, huh.' But did she realize? The line she'd drawn in her mind was now much higher than before.
Kim Youngae's unconscious feelings were laid bare through her status message.
"Got it. I'll focus on the lymph nodes."
Lymph node massage. It was an excuse for Kim Youngae, but not wrong. Lymph nodes play crucial roles in immune activation and waste removal.
Just one blind spot.
'They're mainly located in the armpits, groin, and breasts.'
"Could you raise your arms?"
"Raise them?"
"Yes. Starting with the armpit lymph nodes."
Kim Youngae hesitated again but soon raised both hands above her head.
A part as embarrassing as her breasts or groin was now exposed before me. True to her diligent care, her armpits were smooth, without a single hair.
I tilted my oil-drenched hands slightly. Sticky oil dripped onto her armpits drop by drop.
The moment it touched, Kim Youngae flinched but didn't lower her arms. Meanwhile, I savored the texture of her armpits. Slightly moist, trembling softly.
'Action Hand, 1 GP.'
"Ha-eut...!"
"See? Immediate reaction. Looks like you adapted to my massage."
"Eut... Mr. Song... gently, please..."
"Lymph node massage relies on firm pressing... Got it. Is this what you want?"
I eased the pressure, tickling her armpits with just my fingertips.
'Action Hand, 2 GP.'
"Heu-eut?!!"
Switching from firm pressing to caress-like strokes, her reaction intensified instantly. Tension gripped her thighs, her forearms twitching.
"M-Mr. Song, this... feels weird..."
A surge. Feeling love juices gushing from deep inside her pussy, Kim Youngae wore a desperate expression.
I pressed harder again.
"See? Too gentle and it's ticklish, right? I wouldn't do anything harmful, so follow my method."
"Eut, yes..."
"I'll do upper body lymph nodes too."
My hands kneaded her upper breasts. The sensation was like plush cotton balls, soft and yielding.
Kim Youngae's breast flesh jiggled like a waterbed following my hands.
"Mr. Song?? Why there...!"