Aroma Oil and Soft Hands
Over the past week I had spent quite a lot of time with Lee Donggeul.
From the Monday night of the meeting all the way through to today, Sunday, she had come to my place every single day.
She had claimed a man’s house was a first for her, yet now she came and went as if it were her own.
How had things gotten to this point? Let’s rewind a little—just a few dozen minutes.
“You came, Donggeul?”
“Yes. I bought cake again today. You like sweet potato cake, right?”
“Ah… yes!”
Lee Donggeul, arriving at my house once more with a slice of cake in hand, same as always.
The rapturous situation I truly wanted still hadn’t arrived, but she had already come over to me ninety-nine percent of the way.
“Did you rest well over the weekend? Does the injury still hurt?”
“I don’t know yet. Still. But thanks to you coming every day, healing me, bringing cake, and even giving me massages, it’s gotten a lot better.”
“Oh my, really? Hehe… I’m glad.”
After the Monday meeting ended, I had deliberately made dinner plans with Lee Donggeul right in front of Kim Isol, who had stormed up to me in a rage.
At that meal, even though I never brought it up first, Donggeul—still carrying the guilt of having refused my earlier request—asked of her own accord if there was anything she could do to help.
I danced around it, saying it would be nice to have someone give me a heal and a massage before bed. She swallowed the bait whole.
And so, every day right up to this Sunday, Lee Donggeul had been visiting my house.
“Are you going to take your clothes off for the massage again today, like yesterday?”
“Yes. Today I’ll take the bottom off too.”
“Huh? The bottom too?”
“You know, right? Starting tomorrow we head down to the provinces and have to bounce in and out of dungeons.”
“That’s right. We’re finally going. Sounds fun.”
“Haha… yeah. Well. Anyway, I want to recover properly before that. I think I need a more intensive massage. Will you help me? Ah, if you don’t want to, you can refuse. For this expedition I’ll just go on painkillers and—”
“Ah, I don’t mind. If my heals and massages help, I’ll do as much as you need. You’re our team’s Team Leader-nim, after all.”
To keep from giving her the wrong idea, I had spent the entire week carefully raising the intensity of the massages little by little.
Yesterday I had finally succeeded in getting her to massage my bare back with my shirt off.
Over the clothes she had even worked down to my hips.
When she pressed into my ass and asked if it felt good, I had been so hard I wanted to pin her down right then and there.
But if I followed instinct and she refused, everything I had planned could go up in smoke, so I had no choice but to endure.
And today.
I intended to unleash everything I had been holding back.
“Want to eat the cake first, or after?”
“After.”
As if she wasn’t going to eat the whole thing herself anyway.
Every cake Lee Donggeul had brought so far had ended up in her own stomach.
She always claimed she bought them for me, so all I could do was say thank you.
I was the one using her goodwill; I had no desire to poke at her temper for no reason.
Cake was basically her reverse scale.
And since what I actually wanted to eat wasn’t cake, there was no problem at all.
“Huh? What’s all this?”
“Aroma oil.”
“Aroma oil? Why?”
“If you don’t want to use it, that’s fine. I just felt bad asking you for massages every day, so I bought it hoping it might help me recover even a little faster.”
“I don’t mind. Really. Why do you always assume I’ll hate it?”
“Ah, sorry. Even so, you’re an Awoken, and I’m already receiving precious heals from you and making you do massage work on top of that. It feels improper.”
“I’ll do it. And I really enjoy giving massages. Especially when Team Leader-nim gets all ticklish—it’s super cute…”
“Pardon?”
“Ah, nothing. I’m a healer, so I like being able to treat people and help them. At the Academy they always just teased me for being a premature-heal girl.”
Calling a girl premature… those Academy brats who still have milk on their lips.
I had thought the same thing myself, but as an adult I at least kept it inside.
“But Donggeul.”
“Yes, Team Leader-nim.”
“If the oil gets all over the pretty clothes you dressed up in, that would be a shame, wouldn’t it?”
“Ah. Then what should I do?”
“You’ll have to take them off… ah, I’ll give you something to change into.”
I pulled a pair of hot pants and a T-shirt out of the luggage Shin Haneul had left behind and handed them to Lee Donggeul.
Honestly I would have been even more grateful if she just stripped, but this was the first time, so I had to be careful.
She wasn’t the type like Yoo Dajeong who would straight-up say “Let’s have sex.”
While Donggeul changed in the bedroom I waited in the living room.
Just imagining it made my lower half tighten with force.
I had already seen her naked body inside a dungeon, but only for a brief moment and only from the side.
Those full, round, springy breasts were burned deep into my mind.
“You can come in now. I’m changed.”
“Okay~”
I practically skipped into the room.
Then, right in front of her watching eyes, I stripped off my clothes one by one.
Going all the way to the underwear felt a bit much, so I left that one layer on.
I lay down on the bed exactly the way I had for the outcall massage.
“Um, Team Leader-nim. How do I use the oil?”
“Ah, just pour a little into your hands like lotion and then massage. And before the massage, please give me a heal.”
“A heal? Right now?”
“Yes. We have to go into a dungeon tomorrow, so please.”
“Ah… okay!”
Mana burst from inside Lee Donggeul’s body, turned into a mysterious light, and soaked into me.
Nothing even hurt, yet this cozy feeling—what was it?
I had been feeling it every day lately; it was the kind of sensation that could become a habit.
“Um… could you do it one more time?”
“Huh? One more?”
“I’m really asking.”
“Okay. We’re going into the dungeon tomorrow, so doing another one today should be fine, right?”
“Of course. I’m the team leader, aren’t I?”
Donggeul looked a little hesitant, but she didn’t refuse.
A second heal was cast right away. Having used both heals, she would now be almost completely out of mana.
“Haa. My mana’s pretty much empty now.”
“Are you okay?”
“Yes, I’m fine. I just used a lot of mana.”
“Pardon?”
“You need to get better fast, Team Leader-nim, so I put everything I had into the heals.”
What kind of absurd statement was that?
I just let it slide.
Since nothing actually hurt, her using a slightly stronger heal wouldn’t change anything.
What mattered was the fact that her mana was now empty.
“Then please go ahead.”
At last, alone together in the room, her soft hands began to touch my body.
After a week she had gotten fairly skilled, but compared to the professional outcall masseuse Kim Hain she still had a rookie’s touch.
But this wasn’t bad either.
If anything, the way she was being overly careful was so stimulating it gave me goosebumps.
“That’s enough for the arms.”
“Huh? Wasn’t this the injured spot?”
“Like I said yesterday, it seems to have spread through my whole body. But thanks to you the pain has eased a lot.”
“Ah, then the whole body…”
Ah… her delicate touch stimulated all five senses.
To keep her from noticing how hard I was, I decided to start with a back massage.
“Can you climb on like yesterday and start from the shoulders?”
“Of course.”
Her soft, plump ass settled heavily onto my lower back as I lay face-down.
Especially today, with her in hot pants, every so often the bare skin of her thighs brushed against my back.
Her small hands worked diligently at the back of my neck and trapezius; a whole week’s fatigue seemed to melt away.
That alone felt plenty good, but I wanted something more thrilling, so it was time to change positions.
“Donggeul.”
“Yes.”
“While you’re at it, could you massage my chest too?”
“Of course.”
“Then could you lift your hips a little? I’ll turn over.”
Lee Donggeul raised the ass that had been pressing on my waist.
I immediately rotated my body 180 degrees, and the sight of her looking as if she were about to pee came into view.
“Okay, now—ugh.”
Her ass suddenly dropped onto my stomach; I thought my guts were going to burst.
The weight itself wasn’t that heavy, but I really needed to start doing some core work.
“Am I… heavy? I’m sorry.”
“No… it’s fine. No problem at all. Please continue like this.”
Straddling my stomach, Lee Donggeul stretched out her arms and began pressing into my chest.
It was so ticklish I thought I would die, but I stared straight into her eyes and barely endured.
She had to be feeling how unusual our current position was, yet she didn’t look away. Could it be…?
“Donggeul.”
“Yes.”
“Oil’s running down your thighs.”
“Ah, sorry. You lent me the clothes and I got them dirty.”
“No. I lent them for exactly that reason, so don’t worry about it. My hands are free—shall I massage you too? As thanks.”
“Huh? Me…?”
“Is that not okay? If you don’t want to…”
“I don’t mind. But you’re the one who’s hurt, Team Leader-nim…”
That was true.
I was the one who was “hurt.”
Donggeul, sitting on my stomach, had no idea that my lower half was raging so hard it looked ready to tear through the underwear.
I needed to adjust myself with my hand; the tip was starting to hurt.
“So you don’t want it. A touch from a guy like me wouldn’t help at all, right? I’m not even a healer.”
“No, that’s not what I meant. Your hands are hurt too—I was just worried you’d overdo it!”
Without answering her, I quietly placed both hands on her thighs.
The moment I touched her she flinched in surprise, eyes going wide.
I activated my exclusive skill—bullshit—on her.
“Weirdly, while my hands are on your body the pain disappears. Why is that? Because you’re a healer, maybe.”
“Really?”
“Yes. Would it be okay if I touched a little more… if I massaged you the same way you’re massaging me?”
She stared hard into my eyes, then after a moment nodded without a word.
I really can’t read this woman.
Nodding while looking for somewhere else to put her eyes meant she was embarrassed—which meant she was fully aware that our current situation was anything but ordinary, right?
I slowly began moving the hands I had rested on her thighs.
I still couldn’t go up between her legs, but I was gradually widening the area I stroked, getting bolder.
Meanwhile Lee Donggeul was still straddling my stomach, rubbing my chest with her palms.
Couldn’t she press a little harder?
The soft, teasing way she brushed made me so ticklish I trembled without meaning to.
Seeing that, her nostrils flared and she started breathing roughly.
Even then I still didn’t understand why she was reacting that way.
Whether it was because I was rubbing her thighs or something else.
But the moment her hands reached my nipples, the reason became clear.
What I was receiving was never sexual stimulation.
She was brushing so lightly that I simply couldn’t hold back the ticklishness.
That was why my reaction had gotten somewhat intense.
And watching it, Lee Donggeul’s face flushed red.
Only then did I realize she was getting off on seeing me twitch.
“Donggeul.”
“Ah, yes? Did I hurt you? I’m sorry.”
“Hmm… no. Actually, a really painful spot just appeared.”
“Huh? Again? Where?”
“If you look behind you, you’ll see.”
She turned her head to look at my lower half and confirmed the thing that looked ready to tear through the tent and spring free.
As she twisted around, the gap in her hot pants revealed pure white underwear.
It was damp—was that oil, or some other liquid?
With her head still turned, Lee Donggeul stayed silent for a long time.
Seeing that she still hadn’t turned back toward me, I quietly moved the hand that had been stroking her thigh and slipped it into the gap of her hot pants.
“Kyaang—!”
I didn’t apologize.
Partly because I had done it on purpose, and partly because I wanted to see whether she would reject me violently or not.
Given that she was already straddling my stomach and groping my chest, I didn’t expect her to suddenly turn cold.
But you never know.
Even though she had let out that strange scream, I didn’t pull my hand out of the gap in her hot pants; I just watched her reaction.
Huh? No reaction?
Then what I had to do was obvious.
I pushed my hand deeper and lightly touched her over her panties.
“Heung…”
I was certain the moment was ripe.
“Donggeul.”
“……”
“Could I ask for a slightly more stimulating massage?”
“……”
Just like last time at the café, she wasn’t giving a clear answer.
Back then I had interpreted it negatively.
But the situation now was different.
Our bodies were pressed together, we were barely wearing anything, and my hand was already on top of her panties.
Was there any need to think negatively here?
Without further ado I reached my free hand up onto her chest.
Even with my fairly large hands, the fullness filled them completely.
Definitely not ordinary.
And above all, the soft, springy, overflowing elasticity.
Even over a T-shirt and bra it felt like this—what would bare skin feel like?
I boldly slipped my hand under her T-shirt.
Even then Lee Donggeul showed no particular movement.
She only occasionally let out lewd little moans.
And then, suddenly—
“Ugh…”
I jolted from a stimulation so intense I nearly blacked out.
Because she had suddenly grabbed my cock in a tight fist.