Proxy Relief (5)
Help? With what?
"Th-that wasn't meant in any strange way. Hanjo, you've helped this lady all this time... so this lady was just asking if there's something this lady can do for you in return...! That's all it was... really!"
"Nah, I didn't take it the wrong way or anything..."
She'd been helping me deal with her heat all this time, so now she was asking if there was something she could do for me in return. I swallowed hard.
Seeing me like that, Hoaran fidgeted with her hands and spoke up.
"D-don't think strangely of it. But isn't this lady's heat period basically the same as yours? It's only proper to return what you've received, so wouldn't it be right for this lady to help you this time...?"
Isn't that a bit different...?
Or not?
Are they the same?
I knew I shouldn't, but my body was moving toward Hoaran on its own.
"Mom's... gonna take care of this for me?"
My dick, which had been rock-hard nonstop for a week now.
Hoaran was going to fix this?
When I asked that, I could see her face flush bright red.
But only for a moment—then she nodded.
"Leave it to this lady. This lady is a celestial fox who has mastered the nine arts of shamanism. Among them is the art of the bedchamber. Besides, the incantation I planned to teach you was the art of the bedchamber as well. It's the most effective way to resolve this."
She thrust out her chest proudly as she said it.
The art of the bedchamber...
Bedroom Arts, huh?
That Taoist sex thing about achieving enlightenment through fucking?
She was planning to teach me that?
No, wait—more importantly, she was confidently claiming mastery over Bedroom Arts.
Bedroom Arts master, Hoaran...?
As I stared at her with that thought, she let out an "Ah" and blushed even deeper.
"O-of course, this lady has never actually used the art of the bedchamber... b-but this lady's knowledge is perfect, so don't worry...!"
She'd been standing tall just a second ago, but now she shrank back as she said it.
Ah, so her knowledge is perfect, huh?
Well, that explained it.
A virgin like Hoaran with zero real-world experience... if Bedroom Arts were what I thought, of course she wouldn't have any practice.
Maybe that's why her confidence had deflated so much—she was peeking at me nervously, and damn, it was cute as hell.
How could I say no to that?
Yeah, that was it.
No ulterior motives or anything—just couldn't bring myself to refuse...
Fuck, let's be real.
Hoaran offering to jerk me off? Turning that down would be insane.
Plus, I was dying to know what these Bedroom Arts were all about.
"Then... mind if I take you up on it?"
"A-alright...! Thank you for trusting this lady!"
Her face lit up like fireworks at my words.
Watching her tails swish happily back and forth, I knew I'd made the right call.
"Now, then—sit here first."
"Sure."
I plopped down on a nearby rock at her direction.
But was I just supposed to sit here?
"I just sit still?"
"Mhm. Leave it all to this lady and relax."
Guess so. I leaned back casually, and she approached.
"First..."
She knelt down gracefully in front of me.
What was she—oh.
She reached out and started undoing my pants ties.
Right, gotta get it out first.
Bedroom Arts or whatever, dick comes out either way.
"I can handle undressing if you want."
"Stay still. This lady can manage pants ties."
Well, fair enough.
Fine, I'd stay put.
Having Hoaran undress me herself was kinda hot anyway.
"There...!"
She looked so proud after fumbling with the ties and finally loosening them.
But that pride faded quick—her face tensed up as she gripped the waistband.
"Th-then... this lady will begin."
"Yeah, please do."
It felt weird being on the receiving end for once, when I was usually the one giving.
Especially since it was Hoaran doing it.
She took a few deep breaths, then slowly tugged my pants down.
And the second they dropped—smack—my fully erect dick sprang out and slapped her right on the cheek.
Fuck.
Didn't see that coming.
Never thought I'd slap Hoaran across the face with my dick.
"Y-you okay?"
I asked the stunned Hoaran staring at my dick against her cheek. She snapped out of it and replied.
"This lady is fine... just startled... it doesn't hurt, so don't worry."
I didn't think I'd actually hurt her with my dick or anything.
I was just worried she'd be pissed at getting cock-slapped out of nowhere.
"A-anyway... this lady is really fine... don't worry."
Her face was beet red as she said it.
If she said she was okay... good, I guess.
"Hoo..."
Was she really?
As I worried, watching her close her eyes and sigh deeply, she gently gripped my dick with one hand and peeled it off her cheek.
"Then... let's start over."
"Yeah."
With that, she began carefully stroking my dick.
Oh...
Oh...?
Slow, up-and-down strokes.
Felt good, but wasn't this just a regular handjob?
Where were the Bedroom Arts?
This was it?
Then her other hand cupped my balls—not grabbing, more like cradling from below.
"Huh?"
Wait, what?
Why there?
Man's ultimate weak spot, and suddenly my whole body went limp.
But not that limp.
Hoaran spoke as I thought that.
"Many think Bedroom Arts are just the union of yin and yang, but truly, it's about regulating overflowing lust—releasing or storing it to control it. It's a form of cultivation where you temper and master your own desires. Thus, it involves draining excess and filling deficiencies, based on that principle."
She massaged my balls firmly while explaining.
One hand stroking my shaft, the other kneading my balls—shivers ran up my spine, something building inside.
"But it's not just releasing or absorbing—gaining insight in the process is key. So remember well, Hanjo. Right now, this lady is guiding your energy, but later you'll do it yourself. Feel the flow as this lady moves it."
She kept stroking and kneading as she spoke.
Feel the flow...?
Her hands felt too good for that.
But maybe...?
Every time her hands moved, something surged up from deep inside, like a steady pull upward.
That might be the "energy" she meant.
Observe how to control it?
"How is it, Hanjo? Getting it?"
"Nah... what even is this...?"
Up, up.
I tried focusing, but nah.
Just felt good.
Not raw pleasure—more like total-body relaxation, limbs heavy and loose.
Like a full-body massage.
Blissful drowsiness...
"Just feels good... no clue about any energy..."
"Then how about this?"
Now she kneaded my balls while cupping my glans with her palm, rubbing the tip.
Zing—a sharp tingle shot through my legs.
My hips bucked involuntarily, pleasure spiking hard.
And that vague energy flow? Felt stronger now.
Still more massage than handjob, though.
Energy...
Yeah, still no idea.
"...No clue."
"Hmm, hard to grasp all at once. No worries—this lady will handle it for now. You'll get it in time."
Did that mean more sessions later?
Couldn't exactly ask while she fondled my dick and balls.
Man...
This felt amazing.
Deep, sleepy comfort washing over me.
Sorry to Hoaran for thinking it, but teaching me or not, this was just a dick massage.
"Thinking about it, this lady is dispersing the pooled energy back through your body, so it might feel like the massages you gave this lady. Same basic principle."
She stroked steadily as she said it.
Massage... yeah, nailed it.
Not quite the enlightened sex fest I imagined, but not bad.
Dick massage—who knew?
Her relentless stroking and kneading was pure bliss.
Would've dozed off if not careful.
Then—press—her finger dug into the spot between my balls.
"Hngh?!"
Pleasure exploded; eyes flew wide.
"This is where all the male energy converges. Blood flow swelling the manhood, semen passage—all meet here."
She pressed rhythmically, like acupressure.
My body twitched each time.
Caught off-guard after relaxing into the massage, I couldn't hold back.
Barely stopped from cumming—precum dribbled from the tip.
"Ah..."
She noticed, glancing at me.
"...Feels like you want to cum. But hold on a bit longer."
Hold on?
Here?
Fine, whatever.
Still manageable.
I bit my lip, enduring the urge as she watched.
Then she spoke.
"As this lady said, Bedroom Arts involve releasing and absorbing. Output requires intake for true completion."
I had no clue about this Bedroom Arts stuff—wanted to know how long to hold.
Then—shhht—she slid her top down.
Sloosh♡
Her massive tits spilled out, right in my face.
The ones I'd kneaded like dough earlier.
Huge, with cute pink nipples fully exposed.
"In Bedroom Arts, man produces yang and releases it; woman holds yin and receives. Man outputs, woman inputs—balancing yin-yang union. That's the principle. So common views aren't entirely wrong; sharing energy through flesh is proper..."
Her face flushed as she explained.
"But... that's a bit much, no? Don't worry."
She enveloped my dick with her tits.
"This lady is a yokai, a celestial fox mastering nine arts. Yokai arise from human yin—karma and delusion. This lady's entire body is filled with yin, perfect vessel for male yang."
Squish♡
Her soft tits wrapped me up—everything she said vanished from my mind.
Only the sensation burned in.
Squeeze♡
Pressing her tits together around me, she said:
"Now, Hanjo—cum. This lady will take it all."
Cum?
Now?
For real?
One slip and I'd blow.
Really?
"No need to hold back. Cum now. Moderation is good, but forcing it isn't."
Like she read my mind. I let go.
Spurt♡ Splurt♡ Spluuurt♡
"Nngh...♡ So h-hot...♡ Mmm...♡"
My dick erupted wildly, unleashing a week's worth into her cleavage.
Her tits didn't fully cover it, but they cradled the head perfectly, absorbing every drop.
"Don't hold back—give it all to this lady's tits...♡"
Squish♡ Rub♡
She stroked with her tits, milking me harder.
Each pump squeezed out more.
Splurt, spluuurt.
My dick flooded her tits insanely.
This was...
A virgin Bedroom Arts master...
Sploooosh...♡ Splurt...♡
Drained every last drop into her tits.
Were those even tits anymore?
Not a single drop leaked, despite the volume—no pussy could do that.
From now on, in my head: titpussy.
Of course, only in my head.
Say it out loud? Dead meat.
"...Feel better, Hanjo?"
Still rubbing my spent dick between her titpussy, she asked.
Better?
"Yeah... thanks."
Honestly, felt like three normal loads squeezed out.
"Good. But for that much... your manhood's still raging. Energy's still pooled..."
Yeah, well.
Built up for days, and I could go ten rounds easy—three was nothing.
"Even after flooding this lady's tits this much... still not enough...?"
Uh...
Wait.
The glow around her—suppressed earlier—was intensifying.
She sighed, hot breath hitting my tip.
"And this scent...♡"
"M-Mom?"
"Why call, Hanjo...♡"
She looked spaced out—okay?
No need to ask.
Obvious she wasn't.
"Th-that's enough now, right?"
"Enough...? Doesn't look it to this lady..."
"No, really, it is—stop..."
I tried pulling back, but her tails wrapped around me.
"...Strange, Hanjo. Why run?"
"Not running."
"Plus, you said no lies to this lady... yet here you are, lying."
Boop—she flicked my dick poking from her cleavage.
It twitched eagerly, post-nut but still hard as ever.
"See♡ Your manhood says it's far from done...♡"
She twirled her finger around it teasingly.
It jerked in response.
"No need to refuse♡ Still needy, right, Hanjo...♡"
Sliide—back into her titpussy.
"Flood this lady's tits like before...♡ Cum till you're satisfied♡ This lady will take it all...♡ As many times as you want, into this lady's tits♡"
Damn, tempting as fuck.
But her heat was back—should I?
Or just go for it since she offered?
Finally, I said:
"...Uh, one more time okay?"
"Of course♡"
She beamed.
Fuck it.
One more wouldn't hurt. I settled back in.
Then—shiver—goosebumps raced up my spine.
A voice.
"Hey."
First in a week.
I looked up—Lilith descending, looking very different.
Grind...
Teeth clenched.
Fucking pissed.
She landed lightly, eyes glowing blue, glaring between me and Hoaran's titpussy grip.
"You two... seem to be having a fucking great time, huh?"