The Tattoo
Myungsook spoke to me with a somewhat cold expression on her face.
"I washed so I wouldn't give you any reason to feel uncomfortable, Jisin-nim. You shouldn't concern yourself with trivial things like whether the other person finds something unpleasant or not. And from now on, if taking off your clothes feels like a hassle, just order them to strip with confidence."
When she finished speaking, Myungsook took hold of my wrist and led me to the bed. She sat me down and stood before me. Then she began slowly unwinding the towel she had wrapped around herself when she came out of the bathroom. Her naked body was revealed. I nearly fainted from the shock.
I had never thought of Myungsook as anything more—or less—than an ordinary middle-aged woman. She was the kind of woman who always wore a cheap-looking expression and let out empty little laughs. Ordinary permed hair, fine wrinkles, and the scent of rather mediocre cosmetics… All of it combined to form the image of a plain, even below-average, ajumma. Yet on the shoulder of this naked woman now stood a dragon tattoo the size of my palm, done in black and red. Her breasts, larger than I had expected, thrust aggressively forward, and the belly that had always looked so prominent held only a slight, almost charming layer of flesh.
Her breasts sagged a little, but that seemed due to their size rather than her age. What truly stunned me was her lower abdomen. Though it carried a soft bit of flesh, the shape was still respectable—and across it lay a womb tattoo. On the body of a thoroughly ordinary woman who looked as if she spent her days keeping house, raising children, and occasionally gossiping with other aunties, there were traces I could never have imagined.
Myungsook seemed to sense that my gaze had locked onto her tattoos. A shy smile touched her lips as she spoke.
"These… do they look unsightly?"
I was flustered. I hadn't expected her to address it so directly. Of course I hadn't. An ordinary middle-aged woman's body bearing tattoos that even young women rarely got… While I was still thinking that, Myungsook stepped closer and began undressing me. I had never intended to resist or refuse, but her astonishing appearance left me without the will to do anything at all.
Leaving only my underwear, she stripped me completely and neatly folded the clothes off to one side. Then she looked into my eyes. The word sensuality rose unbidden in my mind. Myungsook gazed at me with eyes full of sex appeal, took hold of my underwear, and pulled it down. My fully erect cock sprang free, and her gaze shifted to it. Was the smile that curved her lips just my imagination?
"I never doubted it, since a shaman is attached to you—but seeing the real thing… it's nice."
I opened my mouth without thinking.
"W-what did you doubt?"
Kneeling in front of my legs, Myungsook looked up at me.
"The more the merrier, as they say… The younger Jisin-nim is, the better, and if he's sturdy on top of that, even better."
As she spoke, she lightly wrapped her hand around my cock. She let out a deep sigh. Then the smile left her lips and she continued.
"That shaman seems about your age, but she's not a woman of much experience, is she? Relations with her alone won't be enough to endure the clingy ajummas and sex maniacs. From now on I'll do everything I can to be of use to you."
With those words she took my cock into her mouth. Without any hurry, soft and unhurried, she began sliding it in and out. I was startled. The sensation from my lower body was no different from actual intercourse. I widened my eyes and looked down at her, wanting to confirm she was really doing it with her mouth. Even with my cock inside her, Myungsook's tongue was not idle. It moved constantly along the ridge of my glans. What incredible technique, I thought.
This was the first time I had ever received oral service from a woman. Not every woman would know how to do this. And there would certainly be differences in skill. I was clearly receiving service that only the top 0.1 percent in the country could provide.
Naturally I wanted to savor it and enjoy it for a long time, but whether my stamina was weak or I was simply sensitive to the unfamiliar stimulation, the urge to ejaculate was already building at the tip of my cock. In a panic I raised my hand to push her away. But she was the person above my head. She pulled my cock from her mouth and massaged my balls, looking up at me as she spoke.
"Hold on a little longer. Of course we can do it again after you come, but the pleasure is only half as good then."
Was this woman reading my mind? Or did the cock send some signal when ejaculation was near? Without realizing it I was nodding at her words. When Myungsook took her hand away, the climax that had been about to spill subsided a little. She rose slowly, took my wrist, and guided my hand to her breast.
"It's not a young body like that shaman's, but it's still fine."
My palm filled with the soft, abundant flesh of a woman's breast. The elasticity was certainly less than Yunchae's, yet Myungsook had her own advantages—a warm, plush feeling, a sense of comfort. Whether from childbirth or not, her nipples were clearly larger. But the breasts themselves were so full that it barely showed. My fingers moved on their own and squeezed. Only then did the smile return to Myungsook's face.
"Does Jisin-nim like women with big breasts? I'll keep that in mind."
She came closer still and brought her face near mine. I could see the fine wrinkles on her skin.
"If you think I look old, just close your eyes and take the sensation. Or think of that shaman if you like."
Myungsook covered my eyes with one hand. I closed them, and at once a very soft pair of lips touched mine. Through my slightly parted lips her tongue pushed in. It tasted of toothpaste.
Her tongue seemed a hundred times more agile than mine. Once inside my mouth it began to roam, as if mapping every contour. After finishing its survey, Myungsook's tongue began to rub against mine in earnest. Her breath brushed my cheek; the hand that had covered my eyes stroked my face. I raised my other hand and squeezed her other breast as well.
Her saliva flooded into my mouth. There was no revulsion—only a surprising sweetness. I swallowed every drop. Her breathing grew rougher. Changing the angle of her head, she worked my tongue with dazzling skill, as if she meant to pull it clean out of my mouth.
My mind began to blur. Just as the sensation in my tongue started to fade, Myungsook, breathing hard, pulled her mouth away. With unfocused eyes she looked at my face, then pushed my chest so that I fell back onto the bed. In the process my cock lightly brushed her elbow—and that single contact nearly made me come. I looked down. My cock was probably harder than it had ever been in my life. Blood had gathered so thickly that the glans was a dark reddish-black, bobbing up and down in time with my heartbeat. I half expected it to burst.
Still gasping, Myungsook climbed onto the bed and spoke to me in a low voice.
"Have you ever put your mouth on a woman's there? Have you licked the shaman's? There's no woman who dislikes that. It makes them feel loved. Refusing is the same as refusing a ticket to heaven. If someone refuses, it's only because she doesn't trust herself to handle the stimulation. But some women's private parts do smell. So, Jisin-nim—try it only when you're excited enough that you'd even eat that woman's shit…"
Myungsook walked up toward my face and slowly settled over me as if she were sitting on a toilet, aiming her sex precisely at my mouth. Her pink folds came into view.
"I don't have any smell to begin with, so I'm not sure how much this will help with training."
Her sex pressed exactly against my lips. Was it pure instinct? Without thinking I caught her clitoris between them.
"Hup—!"
Myungsook made a strange little sound. That moan alone nearly finished me again. I pushed out my tongue and licked her. As I traced every part of her folds, I heard her voice again.