The Married Woman Melting at Fingertips
Action Hand 3 GP.
"Kyaa! Haaah!!!"
At first from surprise, then from the sudden surge of pleasure.
Kim Youngae let out another lewd cry.
He kneaded her breasts like dough, stringing together whatever words came to mind.
"Seeing how much your upper body has lifted, it looks like you haven't had enough upper body lymph massage. Got it. I'll give you more."
"Hngh, ah, no, that's not it, huuung......"
He grabbed the underside of her breasts firmly, released, then rubbed her nipples hard with his palm before pinching them.
"Eut, this isn't... T-teacher, stop... Haaah!"
Whenever the last remnants of her rationality tried to resist, he ramped up the intensity of Action Hand.
Sealing her mouth with pleasure, he savored the feel of her with his hands.
From the upper breasts, he swept down the breast flesh, and the moment his hands reached the underside, he gripped from below and pushed upward.
In the mirror, Kim Youngae's breasts shook, filling his hands completely.
Hngh, hnghut, at this rate I'll...
"Aah..... Ah, haaaah, haaaah!!!"
Finally, Kim Youngae climaxed from breast play alone.
Her toes splayed wide, and he could see the vibrations starting from her hands pressing against the floor, traveling up her arms.
This isn't enough.
Her lust snaps the leash that bound her!
She'd held back a lot until now. Kneading her breasts wasn't satisfying anymore.
Sex with Kim Youngae was originally planned for later, after investing more time, but he didn't want to wait past today.
"I'll do more below too."
As he spoke, he moved the fingers buried in her pussy.
"You really can't do that there!"
She just climaxed and she's still refusing?
Even as she melted from pleasure, her will to hold the line was impressive.
He could see her softened face hardening again from her innate personality and ingrained values.
Talk of skipping treatments wouldn't work anymore.
Kim Youngae wasn't stupid. She hadn't surrendered to pleasure either.
I'll live with headaches forever before this. A mere threat over treatments can't pierce her values and will to make her accept this.
Time to play his second prepared card.
"Uterus health. It's not good, is it?"
Kim Youngae, who had been wriggling to pull out his fingers from her pussy, froze.
If threats of treatments wouldn't sway her, tempt her with an even more alluring bait worth enduring this for.
He tossed out one more line.
"Pregnancy too... it doesn't happen, right?"
Her status message floating over him earlier: Is it possible?
Her biggest wish mentioned in special notes.
He'd realized not long ago that her desire involved pregnancy.
Two pieces of evidence.
First, Action Hand. It shows action points on areas with physical issues. There was a large, broad one on her lower abdomen.
Could be intestinal issues, but spotting the second clue confirmed her uterus problem.
He found the second during the house call massage.
A large, spacious home. But no trace of children.
From observing her status messages, she felt loneliness frequently.
Yet no kids? Probably because she couldn't have them.
A simple guess, but a hypothesis he was fairly certain of.
"My massage might make it possible. What do you say?"
Fortunately, his guess was right.
Intense impulse / Intense desire.
How did he know I can't get pregnant?
More than that...
Massage might make it possible?
Her mind filled instantly with the words he'd thrown out.
Confidence surged that this new bait was enough to replace the treatment threat.
"What you just said.... Is it true...?"
"You've probably noticed during the massage, but my treatments aren't ordinary massages. Let's say they have special secrets? I can't explain in detail, but they can correct physical abnormalities."
He continued calmly.
"Your headaches disappeared during the massage, right? Same principle. I can't guarantee 100%, but there's a chance."
My infertility is due to my constitution plus stress-induced neural inflammation.
If my uterus gets healthier...
To end her dilemma, he tossed her another pardon.
"It's all just 'massage for health.' The form is a bit unconventional, that's all."
You want this so badly, you can endure this much, right?
The unspoken follow-up he swallowed.
I can get what I want so badly...
I can endure this much.
No. I have to.
Desire sometimes makes the impossible happen.
Kim Youngae's craving for pregnancy was massive enough to make her accept all his actions.
She quietly lowered her upper body.
Silent acceptance.
Seeing her turn compliant in an instant made him chuckle.
The gates that hadn't fallen even to attacks with overwhelming pleasure as a weapon.
Strike the weakness, and they opened wide.
Desire truly is equal to all.
He pushed the fingers still buried in her pussy even deeper.
"Huuung...!!"
The tips of his fingers touched her cervix.
Action Hand 1 GP.
My uterus... it's hot... but... it feels healthy...
A sensation she'd never felt before. Amid the burning pleasure, Kim Youngae realized it.
Health was settling into her lower abdomen.
She won't resist anymore.
He relaxed and enjoyed the feel inside her pussy.
Not particularly tight overall, but uniquely twisty and winding inside.
Like a mountain road, full of curves to reach the cervix.
What would it feel like with my dick?
A pussy this twisty. Piston thrusts would mean lots of friction between glans and walls, massive pleasure.
"Hnght, hnght, uunght, haht.."
Can't moan. This is a massage.
Moaning from this isn't chaste.
I'm not a lewd woman.
Hoo? Still thinking that?
As he teased her cervix tip with his finger, he upped Action Hand's level.
"Haaaang!!!!!!!!"
A pleasure-drenched cry burst out, nasal and all.
Resisting like that, huh.
Her toes stretched straight, then curled hard.
Clear sign of climax.
"Hngguk, huuuung, aaaah....!"
Twitch.
The soft-feeling walls sucked like a plunger, gripping his fingers.
Aaah, no way. I came...
Can't show more shame. Pull yourself together, Kim Youngae.
But unlike her status messages, her body was honest.
Her pussy walls bit down on his fingers, demanding more than one climax.
Every time her pussy squirmed, he felt pooled love juices gushing out over his fingertips.
Feeling it too, Kim Youngae covered her face with her arms.
Shame / Pleasure
How this much... I'm crazy, Kim Youngae.
So embarrassed I want to die.
But the shame was fleeting.
He stroked her clit a few times with his fingertip, then shoved deep inside again in one go.
Kim Youngae let out a moan full of empty gasps as she hugged her own body.
Her breast flesh squished between her arms in a strangely erotic way.
He crooked his finger slightly.
The inner flesh seemed to recede, then clung like sticky rice cake.
Every finger movement got an instant reaction—swelling and contracting like a pump. Fun.
He played for a while, bending and straightening his finger.
Curiosity struck.
Her husband has a pussy this godly, so why only 27 times in over ten years of marriage?
Didn't make sense.
As his movements grew more stimulating, Kim Youngae whimpered.
"F-finger... don't move inside..."
"How do I massage without moving my fingers?"
"If you caress like that..."
"It's not caressing—it's strictly massage. Don't misunderstand."
Even now, her face burned with shame.
"Caressing? That's troubling. I'm not that kind of masseur."
"S-sorry. Haaaang!"
Poke with his finger, and she reacted instantly.
"Well, you're so sensitive, I get why you'd think that. I understand."
Once more.
Her body climaxed lightly.
"You're really sensitive. Few customers are as responsive as you."
"Hngh, hngaaang...! Unght, haaa....!"
"Keep making those sounds, and I might misunderstand."
".....Huuung. Mmph...!"
As if scared by his words, Kim Youngae desperately held back her moans.
Watching her muffle them made his sadism stir.
He pressed her G-spot lightly with his middle finger.
"Mmph... Mmph... Uuub... Uhaaaah....!"
Aah... Can't hold it.
Kim Youngae despaired.