The Married Woman Melting at His Fingertips
"You've probably experienced lymphatic massage from a female therapist before, so you know. The areas I'm massaging are where the lymph nodes are located."
"Ugh..."
Song Teacher is right. She couldn't argue back. Indeed, the upper chest area is packed with lymph nodes, a staple in any lymphatic massage. A woman's touch and a man's feel different, and mine carries a more lascivious edge, but what I said wasn't wrong.
"As I mentioned earlier, this is all 'pure massage' that won't 'harm' you, so please follow my lead."
"...Yes..."
Excitement / Guilt
Why am I... getting wetter and wetter...?
This is just a massage...
With the groundwork laid this thoroughly, I could now indulge in her breasts without restraint. I focused entirely on playing with Kim Youngae's chest. Sliding my hands halfway under the towel covering them, I kneaded the upper and side swells.
My first time touching E-cup breasts. In sheer volume, they matched Shim Uran's 80D, but the larger cup size made them feel—and look—even bigger. And the texture? Indescribable. If Shim Uran's were lean Australian tenderloin built on muscle, Kim Youngae's were like premium Hanwoo beef, beautifully marbled with creamy fat. Yes, softer, richer, more savory.
Sucking on them would probably taste like fresh-squeezed milk—nutty, full-bodied. Through the barely-there towel shielding her torso, her nipples were visibly hardening. Watching the breast flesh yield in my grasp sparked an urge to suckle, but I held back.
'Not the nipples yet.'
That would cross the line into something no one could call a massage. It would shatter the boundary she'd drawn.
Hoo... I let out a heavy sigh laced with raw desire, and Kim Youngae flinched. Even as she leaked soft moans of arousal with every Action Hand touch at 2 GP, she worried I'd overstep. Her willpower was impressive.
Were all well-bred housewives from prestigious families this chaste and resolute?
'No way.'
Among the upscale clients who'd received my "special service" at Esthetic de Nonhyeon, plenty came from elite backgrounds—not quite Kim Youngae's level, but close. She was exceptional. That's why she intrigued me so much.
I checked Kim Youngae's status message.
Arousal / Guilt
She could feel herself getting wetter, so I wanted to shift to the lower body.
"Next up: lower lymphatic drainage."
"Yes..."
As my hands paused, Kim Youngae sighed in relief and flipped over.
"Hold on. Let me prep the treatment tool."
"Treatment tool?"
I inflated the air cushion I'd brought. It swelled into a gentle triangular shape.
"Ready. Press your waist against the upper corner and lie prone."
"Pardon?"
Kim Youngae looked horrified. Prone like that, the cushion would prop her groin, forcing a yoga cat pose—her ass thrust high for my viewing pleasure.
'No legit massage uses this outside porn, but...'
Last session, seeing her back arch and hips rise had planted the idea. Keeping a straight face, I brazened it out.
"For better access during treatment."
"I-I can't do that. They never used anything like this at Esthetic de Nonhyeon."
"This is private practice, off the center's manual. Or would you rather stop treatments with me?"
"Eut..."
"Your body's improved so much from my sessions."
After agonizing deliberation, Kim Youngae draped herself over the cushion.
Rationalization / Impulse
It's just a massage... It's just a massage...
Her sole excuse. How long would it hold?
Her plump ass rose enticingly. Tempted to grab it, but the cushion had heightened her wariness.
Caution / Tension
'Start far away.'
I tilted the oil bottle. Droplets trailed from her ass down her thighs, calves, to her soles.
"Beginning treatment."
I pressed firmly into her sole. Acupressure-like squeezes to ease her guard, while keeping Action Hand at 1 GP for subtle pleasure.
Soles seem thick-skinned and numb, but they're sensitive enough to tickle most people. I worked oil between her toes, rubbing gently with fingers interlaced. The ticklish itch blended with massage bliss, stimulating her.
Refreshing / Mild Tension
'Next.'
Ramping Action Hand to 2 GP, I worked her calves. Fragile from mere walking, I squeezed the defined muscle hard and kneaded her Achilles tendon to the edge of pain.
Refreshing / Mild Pleasure
Eut... It hurts, but it feels so good...
The core ache and relief melted her tension away, replaced by Action Hand's pleasure.
'Thighs next. 3 GP.'
Escalating areas and intensity, sealing any cracks for caution with mounting bliss.
Song Teacher's hands are just...
Eut... Haaa...
Mild Pleasure / Mild Tension
Mild tension flickered back, but I knew: it stemmed from anticipation.
Slowly. Whittle down her defenses, melt her with pleasure.
Aa... The inner thighs feel so good too...
Inner??
By the time Kim Youngae snapped to, my hands were deep in her thighs.
I can't go further. Gotta stop.
Too late.
"Now for proper groin massage."
I pressed her thighs together and crossed my oil-slick hands, wedging into the tight flesh.
'Action Hand 2 GP.'
Palm slid against inner thigh, oil as lube.
"Teacher, there... Aaaa... Gently... Aa... Hnggg..."
"Does it hurt?"
"Hngt, hngt, these sounds, I'm, so embarrassed... Hng!"
"It's just massage—no need to hold back. I'm fine with it."
Her usual self would've ignored that. But the buildup had led here. Quick slips over slick skin occasionally brushed deeper. I amped Action Hand on those spots.
"Hngt, Teacher, your hand, hand, be careful."
"Sorry. The oil makes it slippery—my mistake."
Of course, more "mistakes" incoming. I added,
"I'm used to this slipperiness, but something feels off. Like it's stickier, slicker fluid."
She caught the hint—her arousal. Her face paled. My lips curled.
Grinning, I said, "Something weird—should I check? Or keep going?"
"...Mistakes, hngt, happen. I was just sensitive..."
A smile bloomed involuntarily.
"Got it. Continuing."
Kim Youngae yielded fully, melting under my touch.
Hand... brushing over my panties. Feels so strange.
Aa... This sensation, how long since...?
Unlike prior sessions, hands strayed to forbidden zones. Yet she couldn't refuse. Reason screamed to stop, but her body savored it. And her heart...
This is straight-up caressing. Can't do this.
How long since a man's touch? Husband... doesn't do it.
Her inner thoughts boiled down to resentment toward her husband.
Why won't my husband hold me...?
No caressing or sex in a decade. She'd been sexless so long, she couldn't easily reject this—blaming her husband entirely.
'...Jealousy stirs.'
Seeing her accept my pleasure yet pine for him—even resentfully—irritated me. Her core anchor was her husband, and I hated it. I wanted to claim that spot.
Ding. The Desire Fulfillment App responds to the user's desire.
Feigning accident, I sped my hand. Slick with oil, my fingers slipped under her panties.
'Action Hand 5 GP.'
"Hngt!? Hngggg!!!!"
Shocked by the intrusion and peak 5 GP pleasure, Kim Youngae bolted upright.
"..."
".....Whoa."
The opposite mirror reflected her chest: beautifully curved swells, prominent nipples erect. All exposed.
I grabbed them at last.