The Healer's Oil Massage

Lee Donggeul quietly parted her lips, still gripping my cock through my underwear.

"Does it... hurt here?"

Ragged breaths. A trembling voice.

Catching her signal, I gave no answer. I simply bent at the waist and stood.

She had been straddling my stomach; the sudden movement startled a little scream out of her as she toppled backward. Now she was the one lying on her back against the bed.

Without further ado I began stripping her clothes.

"Ah... no. You'll see me naked..."

"If I'm going to massage you, the clothes have to come off, Donggeul."

"But... it's still embarrassing."

"I'm already undressed, aren't I?"

"Still..."

"Do you not want to?"

"I don't not want to... but..."

By now, whenever I asked Lee Donggeul if she disliked something, she almost always answered that she didn't. I wasn't entirely sure why, but the incident at the café last time had probably played a part. As if she were desperate not to earn my dislike.

"But?"

"This kind of thing... you're supposed to do it with someone precious..."

"You are precious to me, Donggeul."

Obviously. She was the first experimental subject I'd marked, the precious Awoken I intended to make my slave. A rare healer, no less. ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Whatever else she was right now, her potential was A-rank material—a promising seedling.

"I'm precious to you?"

"Of course."

"I can only heal twice a day, though."

"That's fine. You're extremely precious to our team. Ah—though I suppose I'm not precious to you, Donggeul. I'm just a civilian, and injured like this..."

"N-no! Team Leader is precious too. You treat a premature-ejaculation healer like me so carefully and even praise me."

I showed her a bright smile, then yanked her hot pants straight off.

"Then let's massage each other."

"...Okay."

I ripped the bothersome T-shirt off as well. Now in only her underwear, she twisted her body and kept covering her breasts with both arms.

She wasn't covering below, so I reached for her panties next.

And what was this?

The dampness I'd felt earlier wasn't oil—it was her own juices. The front of her panties was soaked through and clinging, enough that I could roughly make out her shape even like this.

If I'd known, I would have been bolder from the start.

Without waiting for her to lift her hips, I yanked her panties down hard and stripped them by force. She had used up all her heals, so her mana wasn't plentiful, but she was still an Awoken. A little roughness wouldn't leave her wounded or hurt.

The moment I finally peeled the panties free, Lee Donggeul noticed how thoroughly soaked her lower lips were and hurriedly stretched both arms down to cover her pussy.

That only made her already ample breasts swell even larger, crushed between her arms. The silhouette looked ready to burst; I was so aroused I could barely think straight. I wanted those undergarments off this instant.

But she was lying on her back, so there was no way to unhook the bra. I simply shoved the cups upward instead.

Her massive breasts screamed as they forced their way through the narrow bra. They didn't even make it all the way; they caught halfway, leaving only the heavy undersides of her breasts completely bare.

"Hyaang~ What are you doing? It's caught on my nipples."

Apparently the bra wouldn't rise any higher because it was snagged on her nipples. Then all I had to do was free those nipples.

I slipped one finger into the gap between her breast and the bra, slid it sideways, hooked the nipple trapped against the underwire, and tugged it free.

"Aaang. That hurts."

Every time I pulled a nipple free, her whole body flinched and trembled; her sensitivity looked excellent. At last the entire pair of large, beautiful breasts spilled free beneath the bra.

Lee Donggeul exhaled a deep breath, as if released from long bondage. Had her underwear simply been a size too small for her actual cup?

Ah, well. Whatever.

What mattered right now was the breasts. The breasts.

I never imagined I would actually see such full, beautiful breasts in the flesh. They swayed so gorgeously with every inhale and exhale that I half expected them to make a soft, jiggling sound—like pudding.

I made her raise both arms, then pulled the bra the rest of the way over her head and tossed it aside. Every last obstacle hiding her pale, soft body was gone.

Unable to hold back any longer, I hurriedly found the oil bottle, poured a generous amount into my hands, then dumped even more all over her body. After that, as if guided by pure instinct, my hands went straight to her breasts.

Knead, squeeze, knead.

Her skin was already flawless, without a single blemish. So translucent that the veins showed faintly through—white and clear as white jade.

I thoroughly rubbed around and between her breasts, pressed them together and pulled them apart, gathered one breast in both hands and lifted it. The nipples and areolae were both a pale pink; somehow I had felt I should save them for last, so I had held off until now.

And now, slowly...

"Hyaaang. If you only touch my breasts like that, weird sounds keep coming out."

I didn't answer. Moaning meant it felt good, which only made me want to do more.

I finally stopped the deep kneading and began tormenting her nipples with my fingertips—tapping them, lightly pinching between thumb and forefinger, pressing them deep into the soft flesh until they disappeared—watching her reactions the whole time.

Whether this was her first time or not, her expression said she was thoroughly enjoying it.

Not wanting to waste oil, I had also thoroughly rubbed her armpits, shoulders, neck, and arms; she now gleamed all over as if she had been dunked in oil. Combined with that pure white skin, the effect was pure seduction.

Two percent synchronization without actual sex. A rate that had stayed below one percent even after a full week of ordinary massages had skyrocketed the moment I touched her private places.

This was play, but it was also an experiment. I intended to test things one by one.

First: kissing.

I lowered my head over her and lightly pressed my lips to those of the girl lying beneath me.

0.1 percent rise.

Next I gently overlapped our lips and sucked lightly.

Another 0.1 percent.

Disappointed by the lack of dramatic increase, I used my tongue to part her closed lips. Lee Donggeul still kept her teeth firmly shut—but she wouldn't be able to hold out forever.

0.2 percent rise.

I stroked her clenched teeth with my tongue, then began tracing her gums.

"Hnnngh, mmph."

Only then did she let out a strange, high cry. I didn't stop; I waited for the tongue I had yet to meet to come out and greet me.

A moment later her tightly shut teeth parted, and for a brief instant our tongues touched.

"Hnnn."

She was a little startled, but she didn't hide her tongue. Tip met tip, then the contact gradually widened as if craving stronger stimulation. Eventually our tongues tangled and began to toy with each other in earnest.

"Pwahh... haah... haah..."

After the deep, wet kiss ended, she kept gasping as if she had been holding her breath the whole time. Surely that hadn't been her first kiss? It had looked a little clumsy, but still.

Her heavy breathing made those full breasts rise and fall repeatedly. Looking down at her entire body gleaming with oil, I silently marveled at how beautiful she was.

Come to think of it, this was a first for me as well—doing this with an Awoken.

"Hyaaaang."

I had touched the upper mouth; now it was time for the lower one. Asking a girl who might still be a virgin to suck me felt a bit much, and I wasn't particularly inclined to go down on her either. So I decided to use my fingers.

Our bodies, both slick with oil, had tangled during the kiss—touching, separating, rubbing. As a result, precum was already dripping freely from my cock, and her pussy was soaked with something other than oil.

I ran my hands over her whole body, sliding through the oil, exploring every corner. Soft flesh and springy elasticity made every touch rewarding. In the end my hands' final destination was her pussy.

Feeling my touch approach her lower belly, Lee Donggeul again covered herself with both hands. My hands, which had been traveling up her calves toward her thighs, suddenly lost their path.

I had no intention of forcibly prying her hands away. In a situation like this, she had to remove them herself and want me.

"Donggeul, are you just going to keep receiving and not do anything for me now?"

"Huh? But..."

"You're lying here completely naked all by yourself."

"That's because Team Leader..."

"Are you saying I did something wrong?"

"N-no. I took them off too..."

"Took them off?"

"I don't know. You're so mean."

The hands that had been blocking her pussy now both flew up to cover her face. It wasn't that she minded showing her breasts and pussy more than her flushed face and expression; she was simply so embarrassed that her mind had temporarily fled elsewhere.

At last the red slit was revealed. I moved the hand that had stopped.

"Kyaaang! Th-there is no good!"

She hurriedly dropped her arms and grabbed my wrist, but I had no intention of stopping. I stroked her already thoroughly soaked pussy all over, occasionally extending only my index finger to drag it from just above her anus all the way up to her clit.

Unable to endure the intense stimulation, she kept thrashing her hips left and right, trying to escape my touch. No matter how hard she tried, my hand remained pressed against her pussy.

The hands that had been gripping my arm so tightly eventually slid down and clutched the blanket I had spread so the oil wouldn't soak into the mattress. That reaction of hers woke something inside me.

I wanted to torment her a little more. I wanted to excite her just enough that she would thrash even harder.

Yes. Just like Yoo Dajeong had ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠gone completely blank under my tongue and hands not long ago.

"Aaang, haaang, Team Leadeeer... too... too much, it hurts..."

Lee Donggeul writhed, even tears appearing. My fingers kept rubbing around her pussy, then slipped straight into her hole.

"Kyaaaaaang—!"

She let out a cry like a cat. I still had ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠no intention of stopping. It seemed to hurt a little, yet the stimulation was anything but ordinary; she kept clamping her legs, hindering my hand from pulling free.

I explored the inside of her vagina with my fingertips. Her every movement—the wet, clenching contractions—was transmitted vividly. With my free hand I seized one of her large breasts.

"Hyaaang... inside my... pussy... Team Leadeer's... fin... gers... hnn! Aaang, a-ah, it hurts. No, not there. Hic..."

I used my middle finger to push even deeper. The hand that had been clutching the blanket now tightly gripped the wrist of my right hand as it explored inside her. She squeezed fairly hard this time, though she still wasn't using an Awoken's full strength. Even if she did, with her mana nearly exhausted, my shield would automatically defend me.

"Haang, uwaang, haat!"

Realizing I had no intention of withdrawing my fingers, she stopped even asking me to stop. She simply seemed to be feeling the stimulation with her entire body.

Only then did I slowly pull my fingers free.

"Hiiing."

Why? Why stop now, when the pain from the beginning had finally turned into pleasure? Her expression seemed to ask me exactly that.

As if showing off, I brought my hips right in front of her face. Then I pulled my underwear down and revealed my cock, standing so hard it seemed ready to pierce the ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠sky.

Judging by her reactions so far, she was either a virgin or had only a little experience. Yet even seeing my cock, she neither turned her head away nor screamed. She simply quietly reached out and took hold of it.

"Ugh."

The sudden stimulation made me groan; Lee Donggeul's expression changed strangely again. She probably had no idea what her face looked like right now—almost identical to the look of someone about to dig into a cake.

I had been ready to thrust into her that very second, but that expression changed my mind.

"Would you like to suck it?"

"Th-what? I-is that okay?"

Instead of answering I pushed my cock right up to her nose, then clenched my ass and gave it a little bounce.

"If you don't want to, you don't have to."

"I want to— mmph?!"

The moment she opened her mouth to answer, I shoved my cock straight in.

"Hnn... mmph... haah, haah."

"Don't bite with your teeth. It hurts."

"Okay. Again..."

The first few times I thrust in firmly; afterward she began licking and sucking on her own, as if it were a stick of candy. The sensation of her bright-red, cute tongue lapping all over my cock nearly drove me out of my mind.

Before I knew it our positions had become similar to what I'd done with Yoo Dajeong—sixty-nine, or whatever they call it. I lay on my back on the bed, receiving thorough, stimulating service while freely admiring her fully exposed pussy, anus, and ass.

Incidentally, it was a pretty pussy. Whether she really was a virgin or not, it had that so-called pinkish, cute shape. Even her anus was pink. Pubic hair grew only a little above the pussy; there were no shaving marks. Come to think of it, her armpits had been bare too.

"Mmph, nn, hnn. Chuuup. Sluurp."

While she diligently sucked my cock, I used my fingers to gently torment her wet pussy. But what was with this girl? Everything else was clumsy, yet the way she sucked me was strangely high-level—and growing more skilled by the second.

"Ugh... w-wait a second..."

Unable to endure the intense stimulation any longer, I came hard inside her mouth. And Lee Donggeul swallowed every last drop.

What was she, a porn actress? I was genuinely startled. Even more startling was the fact that the moment she swallowed my semen, the synchronization rate shot up by nearly seven percent.

Oral and massage had brought it to eight percent; swallowing semen pushed it to fifteen. Why had it risen so high even before proper sex? Did I really have to feed her semen?

A heavy post-nut clarity settled over me. I lay naked side by side with Lee Donggeul on the oil-soaked bed. A brief rest. After that I intended to thrust into her properly.

While resting I roughly planned what I needed to do next, and what I wanted to do. Of course, making plans never meant things would go according to plan. There were still undecided parts as well.

Should I stay at this company and grow together with it? Or else...

"Fuck. Should I just quit while I'm at it?"

"Quit what?"

"Ah, nothing."

Ah—right. I had completely forgotten. Blinded by pleasure, I had forgotten the entire plan.

Lying on her side and looking at me, her breasts looked even fuller because of the position. Even though my lower half hadn't recovered yet, my hand drifted toward them of its own accord. Maternal instinct, maybe?

"Hey... is it okay if I suck on your breasts?"

"...Y-you can suck them."

"Thank you."

The plan I had forgotten was increasing Lee Donggeul's mana capacity. While I suckled her breasts with wet little sounds, I spent the newly acquired fifteen points to raise her mana.

I boldly raised it all the way to the tenth stage of F-rank—maximum. I didn't know exactly how much her mana would jump, but the number of heals she could use was certain to increase.

"Hyaaang! I-if you only suck the right one like that... eh?!"

"Slurp. Mm... ? Why the sudden reaction?"

"It's weird. Suddenly it feels like my mana is completely full..."

"Weren't you limited to two heals a day?"

"I don't know either."

"Then test it. Use it on me."

Lee Donggeul cast Heal on me, then stared in shock at the still-overflowing amount of mana remaining. I told her to keep testing how many times she could use it; she managed seven additional heals before she fainted outright.

Apparently she had been unable to control herself in the face of her own astonishing change and had simply gone berserk.

Ding-dong! Ding-dong!

Suddenly the doorbell rang from the entrance. No one should be visiting. And right now we were covered in oil.

"Ugh."

I was already irritated that Donggeul had fainted and cut off further progress—who the hell was it? Whoever it was, I hoped they would just leave.

Ding-dong! Ding-dong! Dingdongdingdong!

"Ah, shit! Who is it?!"

Grumbling in irritation, I roughly wiped the oil off my body with a towel, threw on some clothes, and went out.

"Huh?"

Standing in front of the door was Kim Isol.

Ah. Right.

We had a dungeon tomorrow, and this girl still had no mana at all.