Spiritual Contact
Minhwa’s hand, which had been resting on his thigh, slowly climbed higher and slipped inside his robe. Their spit was already thoroughly mixed, shared between her mouth and his. The hand that had been rubbing his chest stripped the robe away. There was a faint tremor in her movements, and somehow that only put him more at ease.
As the robe fell open and his upper body was bare, Minhwa and he broke the kiss. She opened her eyes and looked at him. They were wet, a little unfocused. She was breathing hard enough that it showed, and small sounds slipped out with every breath.
“Ji…sin…”
Minhwa parted the front of his robe to either side. His erect cock was exposed. He saw her eyes flick down to it. He shrugged the robe off himself and tossed it aside. She came at his mouth again at once, and at the same time she seized his cock in her hand. She must have wanted to take hold of him and, too shy to do it alone, covered it with the kiss. The sudden assault of her lips threw him off balance and he fell back.
She covered him with her body and the kiss went on. He felt her breasts against his chest—very soft, very warm. Her hand still held his cock, but she didn’t move it; she only gripped him. He took her hips in both hands as she lay on top of him. Her skin was fine, with just enough soft flesh and just enough muscle. He kneaded that impossibly soft ass without restraint.
Hot air poured from her nose as their mouths stayed locked, and with that breath came the small sounds of her nose.
“Nnh… nnh…”
At last she could no longer hold her breath; she pulled her mouth away and gasped roughly for air. She slowly pushed herself up, and he shifted toward the middle of the bed. Minhwa looked for a moment at the cock she still held, then slowly brought her face down to it. He knew perfectly well what would come next, and she did not disappoint him.
She took him gently into her mouth and began to move her head in a mechanical rhythm. She was stimulating him with only her lips. There was nothing skilled about it. Once again he was reminded how extraordinary Myeongsuk’s and Jeongmi’s technique really was.
He liked this woman very much. The thought came that he wanted to be inside her soft, warm heat as soon as possible. He took both of her arms—she still had him in her mouth—and turned her, laying her down on the bed. He moved over her body as she breathed hard. Her face, looking up at him with unfocused eyes and no expression, was so pretty. A beautiful woman with a blank face made her eyes a little intimidating, but it was not a face that repelled him. She was thoroughly aroused now, and so was he.
He settled his hips between her legs. With a shy little motion she began to open them. She put her arms around his neck and spoke.
“It’s been a long time since I forgot I was a woman. From now on, please look at me as one. I want to live as a woman.”
He had no idea what that was supposed to mean. He didn’t care; the only thought in his head was that he wanted this woman, even a second sooner. He brought his cock to her entrance. He was already as hard as he could get, and a little impatient. He reached down and touched her. She was already soaked, and she twitched the moment his fingers found her.
“Mmh…”
A moan escaped her, and her eyes slowly closed. He took himself in hand and set the head against her. Her lower body shuddered.
“Aah…”
A strange little nasal sound came out of her, and her brow furrowed. Her entrance was very deep. From the plump flesh he could feel with his fingers to the actual opening itself seemed a long way. He pushed, parting the soft flesh.
“Uhh…”
Her head fell back. Tension ran through her whole body. He held her waist and drove his hips forward. Plenty of wetness had already gathered, but her walls would not relax easily. They clenched shut as if refusing him. He put a little more force into it and pushed deeper. Slowly her passage began to open. When her body, which had been arched hard back, returned to itself, the grip that had been locking around him started to ease. As it loosened, his cock slipped farther and farther into her. Watching her face—mouth open, eyes shut—he thrust a little harder, and he was buried to the root. He pushed a fraction more and felt something at the tip. Minhwa’s eyes flew open and she stared at him. Seeing that unguarded face, eyes even wider, mouth hanging open, he found a smile forming on his own lips without meaning to.
She had been holding her breath; now she panted hard as she spoke.
“Hah… hah… I think… you hit… my womb…”
He stayed fully inside her and looked down at her face. Beads of sweat stood on her forehead. He wondered if he had done something wrong and stayed still. Then she spoke again.
“Hah… hah… It’s… my first time. I’ve never… had this…”
His cock was ordinary size. Not remarkably large, not small. He found himself wondering just how small her husband’s must have been for her to say something like that.
“Besides my husband… hah… this is the first time. Even before we married… hah…”
So she really had been raised carefully, he thought. He lowered his upper body, put his face to her ear, and whispered.
“And it should be the last, shouldn’t it?”
Minhwa nodded hard enough to shake the bed. Satisfied, he began to move his hips slowly. Her legs came up around his hips, and she clung tightly to his neck. He gradually increased the pace, and before long the arms holding him tightened and her upper body pressed flush against his.
“Eup… eup… uh-huh…”
Strange sounds kept spilling from her mouth. Small spasms ran through her body, growing stronger, until her head was shaking with the convulsions. He was a little taken aback, then realized it was her orgasm and held her gently. She clearly had not had sex in a long time, and doing it with someone other than her husband seemed to have driven her into a deep climax. She was honest with the signals of her own body, and he found that lovable.
A little later her spasms ended, and he began to move his hips in earnest again. Before he came, she climaxed once more, and they did not need to change positions to take their full pleasure. Out of the habit he had with the other women, he came inside her without the slightest hesitation. When he stopped moving, she took his cheeks in her hands and kissed him with real passion.
They stayed like that for a long time. When he slowly withdrew from her body, she looked straight at him with a face full of regret. He lay down beside her, and she turned her head to keep watching him.
When his breath had settled somewhat, he looked at her. Her makeup was smeared and her hair was a mess, but she was a truly beautiful woman. If she had been closer to his age and not a married woman, he thought he would have wanted her. No—age didn’t matter at all. To have this woman, he felt he could do anything.
He reached out and drew her into his arms, and she curled herself against his chest. Feeling her silk-smooth skin under his hand, he said,
“There’s a rule in our order. Anyone who has had spiritual contact with the cult leader, or with those who stand in his place, must not allow that sanctity to be defiled by others…”
Minhwa lifted her head, smiling.
“I know it well. Seonsa Go told me, and I’ve read the scripture.”
She laid her cheek against his chest.
“Even without that rule, I wouldn’t think of it.”
He rested his hand on her hair.
“I got married the moment I graduated from university. Even in school I never really dated. My family was very strict. When I married my husband I had no particular thoughts about it. I just vaguely believed it was the path I was supposed to take. So I don’t have much experience with men.”