Massage
"Teacher... massaging me... feels good...?"
Eileen blankly parroted Yohan's words. The slight upward lilt at the end made it a question. The fact that it wasn't a declarative sentence made it clear she hadn't yet accepted what he said in her heart.
It had seemed like the perfect moment to slip in a suggestion about physical contact, but perhaps the leap in logic had been a little too radical after all.
Yohan was no omnipotent god. He didn't have a perfect grasp of how the human mind worked. He still hadn't fully mapped out which parts of Eileen were heavily guarded and which were soft.
She had unhesitatingly masturbated right in front of him even while half-awake, yet she balked at a mere suggestion about preferring his touch. She sure knew how to give him trouble in the most unexpected places.
But that was exactly what made it fun.
If all he wanted was sex, there were far easier ways. Slip her a sleeping pill, take what he wanted, wipe away the evidence, and be done with it.
And if his goal had simply been to seduce a woman, there would have been no need for such bothersome methods at all. A little eye contact and a few sweet lines were usually enough to make those female creatures fall right into his lap.
None of that suited Yohan's tastes. Rather than pander to someone else's whims just to scratch a base itch, he preferred to craft the woman he desired from start to finish with his own hands. That was simply how he was built.
There was plenty of time. He was more than willing to spend months—or even years—to get what he wanted. His motives might be emotional, but he was a man who could be as coldly rational as the situation required.
Impatience never helped anyone. Yohan decided to be patient.
He continued the massage at a calm, steady pace until Eileen would be ready to accept the suggestion.
Tsuut, tseut, tsuut...
Oil slid smoothly over her skin, producing sticky, wet friction sounds.
"Eut, haah... Ah, aht...♡"
Before she realized it, Eileen had forgotten all about kneading her own breasts and was completely absorbed in Yohan's massage.
Losing the eye candy was a shame, but he didn't order her to keep fondling herself. Right now it was far more important that she focus on his hands and learn to associate them with pleasure. Forcing her to massage her chest again would only scatter her concentration—a poor idea.
Tsuut, tseu, tseut...
Calmly, steadily, he kept working.
He pressed his fingertips in firm, acupressure-like circles, then interlaced his fingers and drove his palms down hard several times, working his way up her arms and meticulously loosening every knotted muscle he found.
When he slipped his hands into her armpits and gently kneaded, Eileen's shoulders gave a little shudder.
"Does it tickle?"
"Yeees..."
"It doesn't feel bad, does it?"
"It feels good..."
Tsuut, tseut...
He kept massaging her body, checking her reactions as he went. The wet sounds filled the room and thickened the air with something distinctly erotic. Eileen's body was soft and springy; no matter how much he touched it, he never grew tired of the feel. It was almost addictive.
Yohan pressed firmly just beneath her collarbone, right above her breasts. Because he had touched so close to her chest, Eileen contracted her waist slightly and squirmed.
Throughout the massage he deliberately brushed her breasts again and again, watching her reactions. The more he did it, the weaker those reactions became.
At some point she seemed to accept even contact with her breasts as something unavoidable. Even when his palm swept heavily across the side of her breast, she only gave a faint shoulder tremble and nothing more.
Judging that he had sufficiently adapted her upper body to his touch, Yohan moved his hands to her head.
He slid his fingers through her hair and massaged her scalp with firm, rhythmic pressure, the same way he would work acupressure points.
Eileen, who had been constantly trembling at the shoulders and hips throughout the massage, now opened her eyelids to half-lidded slits, her expression far more relaxed.
"Haaaah..."
Sensing the moment was right, Yohan asked her the same question again.
"Feels good, doesn't it? Being massaged like this, one spot at a time."
"It feels good..."
"What feels good? Be more precise for me."
"Yohan Teacher... massaging me..."
Yohan brought his lips close to Eileen's ear and whispered low and soft.
"Can you say it one more time? What feels good?"
"Yohan Teacher... massaging me..."
"Once more."
"Teacher... massaging me... feels good..."
"Don't stop. Keep saying it. Keep repeating those words."
"Ah..."
Eileen blankly parted her lips for a moment, then began faithfully carrying out his order.
"Feels good... Yohan Teacher... massaging me... feels good..."
"Keep talking. Continuously. Until I tell you to stop."
"Feels good... feels good..."
Using Eileen's vacant murmuring as background music, Yohan put more force into the massage.
He brought his hands lower again, sweeping along the long lines of her body before gently kneading the bones of her left and right hips. Eileen's pelvis was large and wide enough to carry healthy babies without trouble, yet Yohan's hands could still wrap around it completely.
"Eut? Ah... Aht..."
With her hips held in his grip, Eileen's body rocked gently back and forth as if she were being fucked. The soft, deliberate touch felt sensual to the point of lewdness.
He worked the area around her pelvis, lifted it slightly, then pressed firmly into the junction of waist and buttocks, loosening the tight muscles there.
After gently releasing her hips, Yohan moved his hands to the area around her pubic bone—dangerously close to her sex. Using the edge of his hand, he slowly stroked upward in small circles over her lower abdomen, pressing and stimulating the organs inside. It was the uterine massage Eileen had particularly loved.
"Haut, aaaah... Feels good..."
"Here? No—this spot gets a better reaction."
Kuuuuk—
"Nngut, haak, feels good... Teacher..."
Her waist lifted slightly, forming a pretty arched curve.
In truth, what he was doing was not a particularly pure kind of massage. From the moment she had still been conscious earlier, Yohan had been subtly weaving sexual intent into every stroke. Testing the waters, one might say. It was closer to the kind of service one might receive in a decadent establishment.
Because Eileen trusted him so deeply, she had no way of knowing what was being done to her outside her awareness.
Even if she didn't understand what was happening to her, her body was unmistakably aroused. Her nipples stood stiff enough to notice at a glance, and the center of her panties was thoroughly soaked. The way her toes stayed tightly clenched throughout the uterine massage said everything about her state.
Well, she was a woman who trembled pitifully as if she might cum just from having her nipples lightly pinched. It would have been strange if she didn't get excited when massaged this thoroughly and deliberately. Yohan thought.
"Feels, good, feels good, ah, feels good...♡"
Eileen compulsively kept murmuring the words he had ordered.
When she woke, those words would be firmly planted in her subconscious.
Of course, one couldn't expect major results from this alone. It wasn't a powerful enough suggestion to immediately let him freely touch her breasts, pussy, or ass.
To properly see results, he would have to keep massaging her this thoroughly—or holding her—steadily increasing their physical contact. He needed to remind and reinforce the suggestion until it fully became her own principle of behavior.
That should be enough for today.
Yohan took his hands off Eileen's body and wiped the sweat from his forehead.
"Hoo."
"Feels good... Teacher..."
"Stop. That's enough."
"..."
Eileen seemed to be running out of strength as well, so Yohan reined her in.
A glance at the clock on the wall showed that quite a bit of time had passed. An hour? Or maybe two.
Having made her murmur those words for so long, her throat must be getting sore by now.
Yohan brought his hands back to her head and gently massaged her scalp as he asked,
"Are you tired?"
"Haah, haat... Yes..."
"Your throat's a little dry too, isn't it?"
"It seems... so..."
Even as she panted roughly, she narrowed her eyes like a cat and twisted her lips into a soft smile, clearly enjoying the pressure on her scalp.
Yohan fetched a plastic bottle of water and set it on the shelf beside the bed.
"Drink."
"Thank... you..."
Eileen offered her thanks in a fading voice and reached for the bottle.
It wasn't easy.
Not only did her hand lack the strength to grip it properly, but even when she managed to drag it closer, twisting the cap open was beyond her.
Given that she was so hazy it had taken her several minutes just to undress, it was only natural. She must feel as if she were submerged in a dream.
Yohan snatched the bottle from Eileen's struggling fingers. For a moment she flailed her hands like a mother bird whose chick had been stolen, but a few kneads of her scalp quickly restored her peaceful expression.
As he twisted the cap open, Yohan said,
"I'll feed it to you. Open your mouth."
"Yeees..."
Eileen closed her eyes and prettily parted her lips.
Yohan took a few mouthfuls of water and brought his face to hers.
"Eub...?!"
Suddenly kissed, Eileen opened her eyes wide in surprise.
There was still no sign of light returning to her pupils, but the way her eyelids trembled was precarious.
If left alone, she would wake.
Yohan gently moved his tongue while bringing a hand to the back of her head and stroking it softly.
The act of stroking her head was already imprinted in Eileen's mind as praise. And she loved being praised by Yohan.
Before long the flailing of her limbs quieted, and her eyelids gradually drifted shut again.
When Yohan tapped her head a few times as if to say good girl, she no longer resisted.
"Uum, chup, chururu... tsup..."
Obscene wet sounds began to rise. With their mouths pressed together it was hard to tell who was making them.
He moved his tongue and passed the water he held. Each time her throat bobbed with a gulp, Yohan's saliva-mixed water disappeared into her body.
Her half-lidded eyes gazed up at him. Yohan didn't bother looking away; he thoroughly mixed their tongues.
Eileen blinked blankly, like a fool.