Hoaran's Shamanism Lesson (7)
We'd had that interrogation thing and moved on to the next stage, so I figured we'd finally get into some real shamanism training. But nope, nothing like that happened.
In the first place, even if we'd "opened the interrogation," I'd still failed to hold up the Fox Stone for fifteen minutes. All it meant was I had the bare minimum qualification—or maybe just barely unlocked the ability—to learn shamanism.
Thanks to that, today's training kicked off with Hoaran's advice that we should build everything from the basics. The task? Controlling two doubled-up Fox Stones in completely different ways.
One was the same as yesterday: lifting the Fox Stone.
The other was different: making the Fox Stone orbit around me in circles.
Moving the now-doubled Fox Stones in entirely separate patterns was fucking exhausting.
Hoaran told me not to overdo it like yesterday—one stone only up to chest height, and the orbiting one could crawl along as slow as a turtle. But it was still brutal.
Lifting was getting easier—I was used to it now, and opening the interrogation probably helped. But the one that had to circle me? I had no clue how to even approach it.
At this rate, when the hell would I learn how to calm my dick down? Not like I could just blurt out, "Hey, teach me the dick-calming spell first."
So I just did as I was told.
Still...
It was already day three, and Lilith—who'd said she'd be back in a week at the latest—hadn't shown any sign of returning. It was starting to bug me.
Come to think of it, I hadn't even told her I was hanging out with Hoaran.
This place, Hoaran's domain in the Fox Forest, was outside cell range, so no texts possible.
...Eh, Hoaran probably handled it.
No way she'd forget something like that.
Shaking it off, I refocused on maneuvering the Fox Stones.
Swish, swish.
One Fox Stone circling me slowly, just as I willed it. The other hovering at chest height—not bad for over ten minutes now.
As I controlled the two Fox Stones, I suddenly felt eyes on me.
I glanced away from the stones toward the gaze. There was Hoaran, who'd been stitching up the dolls damaged in my fight with that white-haired bitch last time while I trained. She was staring blankly at me.
Her cheeks flushed bright red.
Her eyes hazy.
I've seen that look somewhere before... where was it?
Anyway, unlike yesterday, she looked off. I asked,
"Something wrong?"
She jolted at my words.
Then shook her head vigorously.
"Nay, 'tis nothing. Merely... this lady slept poorly. Worry not."
Slept poorly?
"More importantly, Hanjo... that..."
She gripped the doll she was sewing tighter and shook her head again.
"Nay, 'tis nothing. Pay it no mind."
Now I was even more curious.
Did something really happen?
Something that'd keep Hoaran up at night?
I didn't know the reason, but she looked rough. It kinda got to me.
So I said,
"Want me to give you a massage?"
"A massage...?"
"You know, like a rubdown. I'm pretty good at it, actually."
The orphanage I grew up in had some fucked-up shit.
Actually, tons of fucked-up shit, but one was this "culture"—or force, really—where we'd give massages to sponsors or volunteers as a "thank you."
Calling it culture's a stretch; you'd get beaten or starved if you refused. Straight-up coercion.
Looking back, it was batshit insane.
The girls usually handled it, kneading the flabby guts of old fat-ass dudes. Back then it seemed normal, but now? Creepy as fuck.
"Thank you for sponsoring us, thanks for volunteering"—bullshit. It was basically a brothel.
Boys weren't exempt, though. We'd massage the occasional auntie or granny, so hey, equal opportunity misery.
No gender discrimination—just equal suffering.
Point is, my massage skills weren't total garbage.
Some regulars even asked for me specifically.
"A massage... a massage, hmm."
"Sons massaging their moms is pretty common, right?"
I knew that much, at least. I'd seen same-age kids thrilled to trade massage coupons for toys on Children's Day.
"Aye, this lady has experienced as much. But..."
She hesitated, looking unsure.
I pressed,
"It's just a massage anyway. Think of it as some filial piety and give it a shot."
"Just a massage..."
She mumbled it back, then nodded.
"Very well, if 'tis merely a massage... Hanjo, might this lady impose?"
Sweet.
Time to show off my skills.
I carefully lowered the Fox Stones to the ground and approached her.
"Where do you want me to start?"
"Knead...? Ah, nay... y-yes. Shoulders first, if you please. They always feel strangely heavy."
"Strangely?"
"Did this lady misspeak...?"
"No, no—shoulders it is."
The reason her shoulders felt heavy was obvious as hell, but I couldn't exactly say, "It's 'cause your tits are huge."
Anyway, shoulders...
"Excuse me, then."
I moved behind her. Looking down, my eyes wanted to drift elsewhere.
Holy shit, that cleavage.
From above, her tits looked even more insane.
Her skimpy outfit left them basically exposed—pink nipples teasing the edge of visibility.
Fuck, that's hot as hell.
But now wasn't the time to ogle.
I gently placed my hands on her shoulders.
"Ngh...♡"
Just touching her shoulders made her tails puff up explosively. I flinched a bit.
"You okay?"
"A-Aye, 'tis nothing. So... continue."
She nodded, tails calming down. I resumed kneading her shoulders.
"Mm... ungh...♡ H-How does it feel? This lady's shoulders...?"
"Definitely a lot of knots."
Soft on the outside, rock-hard inside. Her shoulders were tensed to hell—gonna take a while to loosen up.
This'll be satisfying.
"Might hurt a little."
I went at it for real.
First, the line from her pale neck to shoulders. I pressed my thumbs into the dip between her shoulders and collarbone. Press, press.
"Hyah...♡ There...♡"
"Hurts?"
"Nay, not that... it, it feels good... hngh...♡ C-Could you press a bit harder?"
"Harder?"
Her reactions were a little weird.
But she asked for harder, so harder it was.
Squuuueeeze...
"Ahh...♡ Y-Yes, perfect... just right... ah♡ There...♡ Harder there, please...♡"
Something about...
Her moans sounded kinda lewd.
Just a shoulder massage, but the mood was getting weird.
Probably my fault, not hers. A few days pent-up, and my brain was turning everything horny.
Focus on the massage, Hanjo.
I said,
"Mind if I...?"
I grabbed her arm and lifted it slightly.
Revealing her smooth, hairless underarm.
Weird. No stubble at all.
Tails handling all the body hair? Or does she groom? But not even fine fuzz.
"D-Don't stare so...♡"
"Sorry."
Got carried away.
"A-Anyway... you massage there too...?"
"Yeah, works wonders for the shoulders."
The latissimus dorsi.
The muscle from the back of the chest to the underarm.
Loosening that eases shoulder pain, especially for big-titted Hoaran.
It connected right to her boobs, after all.
"N-No, not there... 'tis indecent, no?"
Fair, underarms are kinda intimate.
"But it'll feel great."
"E-Even so..."
"Better than the shoulders—even if just a bit?"
"B-Better than before..."
She seemed weak to temptation. After mulling it over, she swallowed hard.
"J-Just a little, then...?"
"Sure."
Permission granted—I reached out before she could change her mind.
"Eek...♡"
She twitched like it tickled. I massaged the muscle under her underarm. Squeeze, squeeze.
"S-Slow... ngh♡ J-Just a bit slower...♡"
"Slower than this, and it's not really a massage."
True story. Slower, and it'd just be groping her pit.
Not that I'd mind.
But after offering, that'd be shitty.
"B-But... ahng♡"
She started to argue, then shuddered with a moan.
Panting, writhing.
......Focus on the massage.
I ignored her lewd moans and squirms, fighting off my growing horniness.
And that's when it happened.
"...Huh?"
A faint white glow flickered across Hoaran's body—in spots here and there.
What the hell?
Then I remembered what she'd said yesterday.
Something about seeing what you couldn't before?
That day, she'd shown me her massive fox form—her ki manifesting her true yokai essence.
She'd reined it in now, so no giant fox, but yeah.
I could see things before invisible.
Was this the same?
Focusing on the massage made it visible? Maybe.
One of those acupoints or whatever?
Mana or ki—stuff flowing, gathering.
Like in wuxia novels. Seemed plausible.
But the glowing spots were oddly placed.
Above the breasts.
Ears.
Abdomen.
And lower still.
Tails last?
Glows everywhere, but strongest there.
Not exactly acupoints—too scattered.
Breasts? Hearts are there, but both tits glowed. Abdomen's the dantian, fine. But ears, tails... and below the dantian? Straight-up pussy.
Yeah, pinpoint on her pussy.
What were these glows? Curiosity peaked—I decided to test.
"Mom, hold still."
Ears felt too intrusive.
Tails were sensitive, as she'd said.
Abdomen seemed safest. I reached for her belly.
"What are you—"
I pressed down. Squeeze.
"Hyuup?!"
Her tails exploded, smothering my face.
Blinded, I flailed. She shoved me off, leaped away.
Tails cleared—revealing Hoaran, face beet-red, arms over her chest, glaring.
"Uh..."
Did I fuck up?
She said,
"Th-The massage is done. Tr-Training ends here for today."
Already?
I wasn't even tired.
"Rest is part of training, as this lady said yesterday? Aye, that's it. So be it."
Snap. A cabin popped up.
"In you go."
"Wait, really?"
"Yes—quickly...!"
She shoved me inside and slammed the door.
"Rest well."
Door shut. Left alone in the cabin.
"What the hell?"
Still midday.
Not exhausted like yesterday.
No signal, no TV, no books or comics—what now?
"...Nap time?"
Might as well.
I crawled under the quilt.
"Can't sleep, fuck."
Tried napping, but no dice.
Yesterday I crashed from exhaustion. Today? Not tired, and my rock-hard cock was distracting as hell—noticed it more now.
Probably 'cause of Hoaran earlier.
Moaning under my hands.
Objectively, it was hot—not just my pent-up brain.
Not pressing that hard, but her gasps? Too lewd for "feels good" massage noises.
Am I really thinking straight?
Brain was cock-whipped, thoughts spiraling horny.
"Gonna cause a scene at this rate."
Full erection was embarrassing but manageable—no one around but Hoaran, and she didn't seem to care.
Problem was me.
Hornier than usual. Cock throbbing meant urges exploding—obvious.
No relief, it was building dangerously.
Hell, I'd fuck for free three times over right now. Desperate to cum.
But this is Fox Forest?
No horny non-human chicks begging to pay for my dick.
Just beasts and Hoaran.
Only option: jerk off. But yesterday? Caught mid-wank with Lilith's panties, came on Hoaran's tits.
Couldn't risk that again.
Get caught? Suicide only option.
"...Just hold out a bit longer."
Day three—Lilith back tomorrow or next.
Back to dispenser work, blow off steam.
Then I remembered: clothes by the lake.
"Shit."
Forgot. Hid 'em in bushes to ditch later.
Might as well fetch 'em—no nap anyway.
Don't want Hoaran finding them—more embarrassment.
"Ngh."
Stepped out—no Hoaran.
"Where'd she go?"
Didn't matter, long as I didn't bump into her en route.
Heading to the lake.