Bath Service
Bath Service
I buried my face in Suyeon's chest.
Warm and soft skin, the regular thump-thump of a heartbeat.
The scent and body odor wafting from her gave a strangely calming feeling.
But at the same time, it touched fragments of memory sleeping deep in my subconscious.
'It smells similar to my aunt...'
My aunt's embrace, which held me in place of my parents during my childhood.
The cozy, sweet scent I smelled back then.
It felt as if the warmth of her, who had left for Europe, was being revived through the body of this unfamiliar woman.
My feelings were strange, mixed with forbidden desire and longing.
"Jun-nim..."
Suyeon called out quietly while stroking my back.
Her voice brought me back to reality.
The one in my arms now wasn't my aunt, but a woman from the top 1% of South Korea who was willing to sacrifice everything for me.
"Yeah. Taking you to Japan or America wouldn't be bad either."
I spoke, pretending to ponder.
"Or... it'd also be fine to make you my 'local wife' that I visit whenever I come to Korea."
At my words, Suyeon's pupils shook.
For her, both were blessings she wouldn't have dared to imagine.
To stay by the side of the stud horse coveted by the entire world, or to become the haven he returns to.
"Hic... Thank you... Really... really thank you, Master..."
She shed tears drop by drop, overwhelmed with emotion.
"If you take me with you, I'll be your foot-wiper for life. Even if you leave me in Korea... I'll bear your children, protect my chastity, and live counting the days until you come. Please, just don't abandon me..."
She bowed as if pressing her forehead against the top of my foot.
At this level, it was no different from a religion.
Is the imprinting effect this terrifying?
The historical stories of men going crazy for women and ruining nations were now being realized in reverse.
Grrrrumble.
Just then, a loud sound erupted from my stomach.
Due to the intense sex and emotional drain, hunger surged.
"Ah! Sorry, Jun-nim! I was being inconsiderate..."
Suyeon was startled and wiped her tears.
"Should I make you something now? I wonder if there are ingredients in the fridge..."
She tried to hurry toward the kitchen.
But I already knew.
The kitchen I had glimpsed when entering earlier was clean like a model house.
It was a decorative space, with no trace of cooking to be found.
"Are you good at cooking?"
At my question, Suyeon's footsteps abruptly stopped.
She hesitated and bowed her head.
"Actually... I hardly ever cook... I mostly order delivery or eat out..."
"Ha, damn. You're a rich family's daughter, so you grew up without getting a single drop of water on your hands, huh?"
I clicked my tongue.
"Didn't you take any bride lessons? You should be able to cook for your husband."
"Sorry, sorry... I'll go to an academy right away... Or I'll hire a cook..."
She was restless.
It was cute seeing the great career woman flustered by the criticism of not being able to cook.
"Forget it. What cooking at this hour."
I waved my hand.
Suddenly, I craved something greasy.
A menu fitting for a successful man's table.
"Is there a place nearby that delivers king crab and steak?"
"Ah! Yes! I have regular delivery restaurants I often order from! They deliver 24 hours, and the quality is top-tier!"
Suyeon's expression brightened.
If it was a problem solvable with money, it was a piece of cake for her.
"Good. Order the most expensive thing from there. A lot."
"Yes! Understood!"
She immediately took out her smartphone and opened a delivery app.
Her nimble fingers selecting the menu and paying were quick.
"And."
I got up from the sofa and stretched.
My stiff body loosened, and each bone joint made cracking sounds.
"I'm going to wash up now, so come to the shower after ordering."
"Yes? The shower?"
"It'll take about 30 minutes for the delivery to arrive anyway, right? Let's get some bath service in the meantime."
I looked down at her with a sinister smile.
"Scrub my back, wash down there too. Can you do it?"
At my words, Suyeon's face flushed bright red.
Holding her smartphone with trembling hands, she answered in a voice both shy and filled with anticipation.
"Yes... yes! It's an honor, Master... I'll wash you clean... every nook and cranny..."
Her gaze lingered on my crotch.
It seemed she was already licking her lips at the thought of wiping my genitals, still unwashed and smeared with semen and love juices.
I whistled and headed to the bathroom.
When I opened the bathroom door, the scene unfolding before me made me laugh dryly.
It was a world of difference from the moldy tiles, stale cigarette smell, and always-cold-water-only communal shower room of the Sillim-dong gosiwon.
The marble-finished walls sparkled under soft lighting, and the floor was dry and warm without a single drop of water.
The bathtub was wide enough for two adults to enter with room to spare, and on the vanity, female products from brands I'd never even heard of in my life were lined up.
'The cleaning lady does a good job.'
Given Suyeon's personality, there was no way she'd clean the toilet with her own hands.
Clearly, someone hired with money swept and wiped it every day.
I unhesitatingly opened the storage cabinet behind the vanity mirror.
Since it was practically my house now, I felt no guilt about rummaging through someone else's things.
"Oh ho."
Hidden deep inside were all kinds of adult toys.
Vibrating dildos, vibrators, jelly-type lubricants...
And on one side, bath bombs for use in the bathtub were piled up.
Rose scent, lavender scent, even powder that turns water into jelly.
Most were unused, with their packaging unopened.
'Bought expensive stuff and couldn't even use it. What's the point of bathing alone when there's no man to scrub you.'
I clicked my tongue and closed the cabinet.
I felt pity, yet also turned on, imagining her situation, comforting herself every night with all those tools.
I'll try the bathtub next time. Let's just take a quick shower today.
Shoooaaah.
When I turned the shower lever, hot water poured out as if it had been waiting.
The water pressure was appropriately strong, and the feeling of it hitting my shoulders was good.
"Uhh... warm."
It felt like the fatigue throughout my body was melting away.
Just then, the bathroom door quietly opened.
"Jun-nim... I'm coming in."
It was Suyeon.
She was already naked.
Her white nude body, visible through the steam, still bore the traces of the intense lovemaking from earlier.
The red marks on her inner thighs, the finger marks left on her breasts.
She entered the shower booth, seemingly shy yet boldly.
"I'll wash you. Please stay still."
She went behind me and massaged my shoulders with soft hands.
Warm streams of water flowed down both our bodies.
Her fingers were skillful.
Her technique of finding knotted muscles and pressing them firmly was quite good.
"I'll wash your hair first. Please bow your head."
I obediently bowed my head.
She squeezed out shampoo, lathered it, and inserted her fingers between my hair strands.
Scrub, scrub.
The tips of her slender fingers scratched my scalp refreshingly.
It wasn't just simple shampooing.
She meticulously applied acupressure from the crown of my head to the nape of my neck, relieving the stress accumulated all day.
Fragrant floral-scented lather flowed down my face.
"I'll rinse now."
She lifted the showerhead and sprayed it on my head, thoroughly washing away the remaining lather.
It felt refreshing.
Much better than services at a hair salon.
"Now I'll wash your body."
Suyeon squeezed out a lot of body wash and lathered it.
But she didn't use a sponge or towel.
She began rubbing her own chest, stomach, and thighs, now covered in lather, against my back.
"Hhuuut...!"
Her body itself was a giant body towel.
Between the slippery soap lather, her soft breasts pressed against my back.
Each time her hardened nipples scraped along my spine line, a tingling thrill ran through me.
"Do you like it, Jun-nim? My skin... is it soft?"
She whispered by my ear, then came around to the front this time.
Her ample breasts pressed against my chest.
The sensation of our slippery skin, made so by the lather, rubbing against each other was fantastic.
Swoosh, swoosh.
She hugged my neck and rubbed her body down against mine.
Stomach met stomach, and finally, her wet pubic hair touched my thigh and genitals.
The sensation of hair, prickly yet soft.
As her mound rubbed against my crotch, my genitals, which had calmed down, began to rise again.
"Oh my... Jun-nim has gotten big again..."
Suyeon giggled and cupped my glans with her hand.
With her hand covered in lather, she stroked up and down as if giving me a handjob.
Squelch, squish.
The sound of soap lather echoed lewdly.
She meticulously cleaned even the semen residue stuck in the folds of my glans with her fingers.
The hands that lifted and rolled my testicles to wash them were delicate yet obscene.
"We have to wash it clean... since we'll use it again later... It shouldn't smell..."
She gripped my shaft tightly, shook it, and looked up at me.
Eyes glistening with lust sparkled under the shower stream.
"Should I suck it clean for you? Or... do you want to thrust into me again like this?"
At her provocation, my genitals swelled up as if about to burst.
This woman was exciting me again under the guise of washing me.