Habit
“Exactly where does it ache? Right here?”
Yohan asked as he gently stroked her lower belly.
“Ah—ah… Y-yes… yes…”
Eileen answered, her pelvis twitching and trembling. Every time he caressed the plump, swollen area above her womb, a sense of wrongness made her shoulders shudder.
Should I develop this side a little more too?
With that thought, Yohan raised his index, middle, and ring fingers. He slid them just below her navel, searching by feel for the right spot, then pressed. On the faintly convex lower abdomen he found a point and pushed down firmly. Something twitched weakly beneath his fingertips.
He pressed the three fingers together and bore down across the area closest to her womb. Holding that pressure, he sent a fine vibration through his arm.
“Ah—ngh… ah…?”
Eileen trembled at the unfamiliar sensation.
Then, little by little, the muscles around her lower belly began to twitch and pull, and her back started to arch.
Strong rebound met the hand crushing her skin. The reaction was building. Yohan used the ability he possessed on her—the one he had already employed once before, the power to activate and heighten a specific bodily function. In an instant he amplified her sensitivity, then lifted his fingers away.
“Ngh? Ah? Ah—ah…! Hyaah…?”
The fingers that had been crushing her muscles vanished. Flesh sprang back; muscle found its place again. The pressure on her womb disappeared and a rush of release followed. Blood that had been held back flooded in all at once. Every one of those sensations, magnified, slammed into Eileen’s nerves.
A bizarre stimulation she had never felt in her life set her waist trembling violently.
Her breathing roughened; her lower belly rose and fell again and again as though she were doing abdominal breathing.
It was similar to orgasm, yet on another side entirely different. It felt like an artificial recreation of climax.
“How is it? Does it feel good?”
“I-I don’t know…”
“I’ll do it once more. All right?”
“Ah—n-not all righ—hyaah?! Ah… ah…”
After giving her only a brief moment to catch her breath, Yohan immediately set his hand on her womb again. A faint refusal had reached his ears, but from the moment she had stepped into this infirmary her will had never once been a consideration.
He folded his fingers into a point and pressed a little lower than before. Her lower belly dented inward; elasticity and rebound met him.
Using a snap of his wrist he applied a gentle up-and-down vibration.
“Ah—ah…”
Eileen still stared down in bewilderment at Yohan’s hand connected to her lower belly. But while her mind remained ignorant, her clever body already seemed to anticipate what would come next. Her whole frame trembled uneasily, bracing for the stimulus. He could feel her muscles tightening with tension.
In that instant Yohan lifted his hand. He amplified her sensitivity once more. The aftershock arrived at once.
Pressure vanished; everything that had been slightly displaced settled back into place. With her sensitivity heightened, Eileen felt her womb lurch inside her lower belly. Even the slightest movement sent a violent reaction through her entire body, as though she were rising and sinking.
“Ahaah…! Ngh—ah, ah…! Nngh…”
She drew a thin, breaking breath and bent at the waist.
Yohan caught her body and forced her upright again, then once more set his hand on her womb.
“Ah—don’t…”
Eileen shook her head from side to side, signaling refusal.
Yohan paid no mind. He pressed firmly on her womb and settled into position. In a voice that feigned kindness he asked,
“Why not, Eileen? Does Teacher’s massage hurt?”
“N-nooo…”
“Then… are you frightened?”
“I-I don’t know… It’s strange…”
“Eileen. This isn’t strange. It feels good.”
“Feels… good…?”
“Yes. Try thinking of it as something that feels good while you feel Teacher’s touch. The sensation will be quite different.”
Saying so, Yohan again sent vibration through her belly. He shook his hand more broadly, more violently, stirring her insides.
“Nnghah…! Nngh—ngh, hyaah…!”
Eileen staggered as though she might collapse at any moment and clung to Yohan’s arm. He wrapped his other arm around her lower back so she could not escape, and continued to rock her womb.
“I’m letting go.”
With that warning he released her. For an instant Eileen’s breath stopped. Her belly sucked in hollowly as she gasped.
He did not miss the moment. Yohan seized her pelvis. Thumbing the area around her hip joint, he felt the round shape of her womb. He pressed as though caging the underside of the womb that had risen high with arousal. Like strangling a throat he compressed the blood flow and controlled its passage.
The raised womb could not descend; it was forced to remain tense. In that state only the sensation around her lower belly continued to amplify. Eileen felt as though her entire body were floating. Her womb hung slightly aloft and would not come down.
In a frail voice she drew empty breaths again and again. The repeated choked sounds suggested she could scarcely breathe properly. For anyone whose body was less sturdy than hers, the stimulation would have been hard to endure.
As arousal lifted her womb, her vaginal canal lengthened a little as well. Eileen felt a fierce urge to fill that newly opened depth. Her whole body was hypersensitive, as if she were in heat.
He maintained the pressure for a while, then, still holding her pelvis, gently rocked it left and right while gradually lifting his thumbs from her lower belly.
The moment the pressure vanished completely, Eileen felt her womb drop with a heavy thud. Because only that specific region was so intensely amplified, even the finest movement registered as enormous. Blood that had been blocked began to flow again; muscle and other organs repeated cycles of relaxation and contraction.
“Agh?! Ah—ah, ah…! Nnghah…!”
The muscles around her lower belly writhed. Her belly heaved and settled again and again. Her pelvis jerked back and forth without mercy, squirming as though she were about to come at any second.
Yohan held her so she would not fall and asked,
“How was it? The womb massage felt good, didn’t it? It’s a little more advanced than before.”
“Hngh—yeheh…”
Eileen answered, face flushed scarlet, panting hard. It was doubtful she had even properly heard the question. Fatigue seemed to have reached its limit. The way her eyelids fluttered looked terribly precarious.
Yohan gave her rest until she could calm sufficiently.
Time passed and her breathing gradually steadied. Yet her face still burned with a deep flush. The way she rubbed her thighs together with that prettily colored body was pitiful. Even through her clothes the dampness below was beginning to show.
“Eileen, isn’t this place starting to ache and feel lonely too?”
Yohan said, stroking her pussy through the fabric. Eileen clung to his arm with a heavy moan and managed a difficult nod.
“Haah! Ah—ah… Yes… There too…”
“Where is ‘there’? Tell me exactly.”
“Th-the… reproductive organ…”
“Not reproductive organ. Pussy.”
“Ah… P-pussy…”
“Now say it properly. Where does it ache?”
“Yes… My… pussy… aches.”
“Good girl. What a good girl you are.”
As if praising her, Yohan gently stroked her pussy.
“Nngh… Ah. Th-thank… you… Haa…”
The soft, trembling reply came in a coquettish voice. She must have been thanking him for the praise, yet in this situation it sounded distinctly lewd. At the very least it was not the sort of answer a girl ought to give while having her pussy touched.
Her wariness toward this side of things seemed to have softened considerably as well. On the first day, the moment a hand touched her pussy she would have snapped out of the hypnotic state without warning. Watching her gradually accept him into her heart was endlessly enjoyable for Yohan.
Wanting to caress her more actively, he slipped his hand inside her pants. Past smooth white skin he quickly reached the plump, fleshy mound.
“Ah—ah…?”
For an instant Eileen’s eyes flew wide. White showed above and below the large irises, giving her a look of extreme shock. Her pupils trembled finely, as though the fact that another person was touching her private place had thrown her into deep confusion.
Yet it still did not seem enough to wake her.
“You said this place was aching, didn’t you? Teacher will ease it for you.”
“Ngh—hnn… Ah…?”
“Teacher is working hard for your sake, so you should say thank you, shouldn’t you?”
“Ah—th-thank… you…?”
“I’m glad you appreciate the effort. It’s a little troublesome, but Teacher will keep working hard for you.”
Yohan said it shamelessly. The way he spoke so boldly, without a shred of embarrassment, was almost impressive. With her judgment clouded, Eileen began to grow truly confused about whether having her pussy touched by Teacher was something she ought to be grateful for.
Her pussy was already so thoroughly soaked that further caressing was hardly necessary. Yohan slipped one finger between the tightly closed lips.
“Nngh? Oh—oh…”
Eileen’s shoulders shuddered violently.