Erogenous Zone Master (3)
A few more days had passed since that first day I helped relieve Hoaran's heat.
In the meantime, my routine had gone something like this.
Morning: Help a horny Hoaran with her heat. Daytime: Some training that I couldn't tell if it was shamanic practice or just juggling fox stones. Night: Help a horny Hoaran with her heat again...
Honestly, most of my days lately had been spent dealing with Hoaran's heat rather than actual shamanic training.
Thanks to that, the fox stone I'd been trying to lift since day one—supposedly for training—I still couldn't hold for even five minutes, let alone ten.
If anything, after opening my heart gate, I'd learned how to make erogenous zones visible or invisible way faster than figuring out how to lift that damn fox stone.
Being able to see hidden erogenous zones and control them at will could be considered progress, but it wasn't exactly what I'd intended, so it felt kinda iffy as a training result.
Anyway, what I'd figured out so far was this: Through the eyes that let me see erogenous zones, I could observe them clearly.
And the more sensitive the spot, the more it glowed—and that glow was getting even stronger lately.
Helping Hoaran with her heat twice a day, morning and night, had made the lights shining from all over her body intensify. Proof positive.
Now, her nipples glowed as brightly as her pussy had at the very beginning.
In other words, her nipples were now as sensitive as her pussy had been back then.
I hadn't measured it or anything, but it sure felt that sensitive.
Was this what they called "development" or whatever?
I'd thought it was just urban legend, but apparently it was real.
Because of that, making her cum got easier day by day, but weirdly, the number of times it took to fully quench her heat kept increasing. So it kinda evened out.
Last night alone, even after over forty orgasms, her heat hadn't fully subsided.
Making her cum was easier, but the total time spent was about the same as days ago.
At this rate, I'd end up spending all day with her in heat, but luckily, she said today marked the end of her heat cycle. No worries there.
Come to think of it... it'd been about a week since I arrived in the Fox Forest.
Lilith had said it'd take a week at most, and sure enough, today was that day.
Still no word from Lilith, though.
But it was her. No need to worry. Work probably just didn't go as smoothly as planned, so she was running late.
Besides, I wasn't in any position to worry about Lilith right now.
Time to focus on the present.
"How's that feel?"
I kneaded her captured breast like a massage, and Hoaran let out a heated sigh in response.
"It feels good... Ah♡ There...♡ Right there♡ Harder, harder... Squeeze it more firmly...♡"
"Like this?"
I gripped both breasts tightly with both hands, kneading as she asked. Her body trembled with moans.
"Hah...♡ Yes, just like that...♡ Ah♡ Mm♡ Hnng♡"
Unlike a few days ago, she wasn't holding back her moans anymore, fully indulging in the pleasure. Seeing that made me feel oddly proud.
Over the days, I'd kept telling her that during heat cycles, no one judges you for giving in honestly—everyone does it anyway. Somewhere along the way, she'd stopped feeling embarrassed about moaning openly.
I hadn't lied, either. My clients were all brutally honest about their pleasure.
Brutally, to the point of being a problem sometimes.
"Ah♡ Aah♡ Hnng♡ Nng...♡ Mmmng...♡"
Soon, she climaxed hard, her body shuddering violently.
I watched her pant heavily and asked,
"How many was that?"
She flinched at my question but answered,
"Th-this one's the eighth... with my breasts."
Even as she said it, she kept her head down, ears twitching, before turning to me.
"But Hanjo... What you said before... Is it really true? Having to tell someone how many times you've cum... It just seems so strange, no matter how I think about it..."
"...Don't worry. It's true."
This was a lie.
The first time I'd asked her how many times she'd cum, her answer got me so fucking hard I wanted to hear it again. So a couple days ago, I'd jokingly said all my clients announce their count each time.
Never thought she'd actually believe it.
"Besides, are we 'others'? Kinda hurts if you think of me that way."
"N-no, this lady didn't mean it like that..."
I held back a laugh at her flustered excuse and said,
"I was joking too. Anyway, it's real, so don't be embarrassed."
"I-is that so? The world does such shameless things... Or has this lady just grown too old...?"
Seeing her get all gloomy, wondering if she'd aged out of it because of my lie, I figured I'd be in deep shit when she learned the truth later.
But for now, as long as it got me horny, it was fine.
I was holding back my own raging hard-on, brainwashing myself that this was just dispenser work. A little fun couldn't hurt.
Filial piety, free of charge. Should be okay, right?
Anyway.
Eighth with her breasts...
Time to switch spots.
No idea why, but focusing too long on one area made the glow weaken.
Like how pain gets dull with repetition. Probably similar.
Didn't know if it was just Hoaran or everyone, but to maximize efficiency, rotating stimulation spots periodically worked best.
Breasts were done for now.
"So, Mother, where next?"
"N-next..."
After repeating this so many times, even she squirmed hesitantly at my question.
I'd learned recently: Her fidgeting came in two flavors.
Too embarrassed to say, or pondering what to pick.
Tell them apart by her tails.
Embarrassed: Stiff and upright. Pondering: Gently swaying.
They were swaying softly.
This was the pondering type.
She'd definitely gotten used to this.
Makes sense after nearly a week.
First time's the hardest; after that, it's easy.
Her tails stopped swaying, and I asked,
"Decided?"
She nodded slightly.
"N-next... my tails..."
"Tails?"
Caught off guard by the unexpected choice, I repeated it. She flinched and shrank back.
"I-is that weird? T-tails, of all things..."
Nah, not weird.
I already knew her tails were one of her erogenous zones.
She didn't know I could see them, so no way she'd guess I knew.
Wasn't surprised by the request itself.
"Not weird, but you sure you're okay with it?"
Her tails.
Those fluffy, irresistibly soft ones. Could I really touch them?
Fuck yeah, I wanted to.
But after that one time grabbing them to stop her fight with Lilith, I hadn't touched them casually.
She'd stressed how sensitive they were, always grooming them with a brush. I saw how much she cherished them.
And that betrayed look on her face when I grabbed them, collapsing... The guilt kept me from touching.
Didn't want her hating me over it.
So I'd settled for the fluffy brush against my body when she sat on my lap or I hugged her from behind.
But now, asking me to touch them?
At my question, she nodded.
"Yes... Hanjo, you may touch this lady's tails."
"...For real?"
"For real."
Permission granted.
Hoaran tail-touching command unlocked.
"Then..."
I reached for them eagerly, but she stopped me.
"W-wait a moment."
"Uh..."
Wait here?
Fine, if she says wait.
I froze at her command, fingers twitching, when her head settled on my lap.
"N-now you can start...!"
Lap pillow.
This time, me giving it.
My face felt itchy, embarrassed.
When she'd given me one, I was too mortified by other stuff to notice, but doing it now felt super shameful.
"...Hanjo?"
"S-sorry. Let's start?"
"Yes, please... But this time... gently, softly, I beg you..."
She seemed aware of always asking for harder, rougher—her cheeks flushed as she requested gentleness.
"Got it, nice and soft?"
Best to play dumb.
As requested, I gently stroked her gathered tails.
"Mm..."
She let out a pleased hum, not so much sexual pleasure as pure enjoyment of the petting. Her blissful face made me ask,
"Harder?"
"No... This is perfect."
Okay then.
As I continued stroking, she spoke.
"This lady... had a mother."
"Yeah? Sure."
Of course she did... right?
Now I had Lilith and Hoaran as mothers, but a month ago, I had neither parent. Assuming she did felt weird for someone like me.
Her kind were yokai. Fox yokai, kumiho specifically. I didn't know their ecology, so better not assume.
I listened quietly, and she continued like telling a story.
"But before that... this lady had no parents. I was born from human karma and delusions—a yokai spawned from countless petty ones, without parents from the start."
Ah.
Hoaran and I were kinda similar.
Mine abandoned me; hers never existed. But no parents? Same result.
Tough life.
Before I could say more, she went on.
"That mother took in this wounded lady, dying from yokai and exorcist attacks. She made me her disciple... her daughter."
Her voice brimmed with longing as she said, Mother was truly remarkable.
A feeling I didn't know.
No fond past to miss. My memories were nightmares that still fucked me up sometimes.
Couldn't imagine her emotions.
Unnamed men dragging crying girls to rooms.
Dirty boys begging on streets.
Orphanage director beating us over short earnings.
All shit. No nostalgia.
But.
"...That mother stroked my tails like this in life. Whenever young me acted spoiled, she'd sigh helplessly, lay me on her lap, and pet them."
She smiled, eyes gently closed.
"Hanjo... Your touch reminds me of Mother's."
At least her past wasn't all bad. Good that she could smile reminiscing.
"But your hands are so much larger than Mother's. Well, a young man's hands, naturally."
"...Anytime you want."
"Such grateful words."
She savored the petting a while longer, then said,
"Enough now."
"Already?"
"Yes. Nostalgia isn't meant to linger. Indulging traps you in the past. Painful or joyful, it's gone. Dwelling hinders progress."
She rose smoothly.
Her tails wrapped around my waist.
"Recall it rarely, cherish briefly. Thank you for letting me feel Mother's touch again, Hanjo."
"N-no... Whatever..."
Stop, please.
My conscience was crumbling.
I'd just been thinking, Fuck yeah, free tail access for sex.
"A-anyway... The present matters more than the past. Revisiting old paths isn't wrong, but now is paramount..."
Ahem, she cleared her throat.
"S-so... May we continue where we left off...?"
Right, heat not fully relieved yet.
Forgot for a sec.
Drifting like this?
Fine by me.
"Where next, then?"
She fidgeted again.
Her tails around my waist stiffened. Embarrassed type.
"N-next..."
She rubbed her thighs together♡ and looked up at me.
"Th-this lady's pussy... M-may I request that...?"
"Sure."
Hand sliding between her legs, I paused.
"But Mother, that thing I mentioned last time—could you say it once?"
"Wh-what?! No! That's too embarrassing!"
"Just once. Please?"
"Nng... But..."
"One time. Promise."
"V-very well..."
Lilith would've smashed my face for bullshit, but Hoaran caved cutely under pressure.
"J-just once...? No repeating if I didn't hear right...?"
"Yeah, won't."
As if.
I stared eagerly. She mumbled, then spoke.
"Shove your fingers... into this lady's horny pussy... Hanjo..."
Fuck, this is sex.