Oh, My Saintess (4)
Oh, My Saintess (Part 4)
[ Lee Seo-yang, did you listen well in class? Um... I know this is a big ask.
But perhaps tonight, like yesterday, could I ask for a massage?
After Lee Seo-yang left, I slept really soundly for the first time in a long while. Your touch keeps coming to mind... I'll be waiting. ]
As I read the note, a thick smile spread across my lips.
"Waiting, huh."
Just that taste from last night had already deeply addicted the Saintess's pure body to my corrupted Demonic Power.
Tonight, I had no intention of just gently putting her to sleep like yesterday.
Since the prey is willingly entering the tiger's den, it wouldn't be polite to refuse.
Late at night.
The door to Saintess Choi Yeon-joo's private room was quiet.
The faint scent of frankincense lingering in the hallway indicated that this was a sacred space, but the Succubus, smelling it, felt a sweet appetite instead.
Knock, knock.
"Saintess-nim, it's me. Lee Seo."
As I softly knocked on the door, hurried footsteps could be heard from inside.
Click.
"Lee Seo-yang...!"
At Choi Yeon-joo's appearance as the door opened, I swallowed my admiration inwardly.
She wasn't wearing the antique nun's habit from yesterday, but a thin, soft, pure white silk negligee.
The subtle light of the Demonic Power lamp in the room shone from behind her, precariously revealing her voluptuous silhouette through the thin fabric.
Moreover, a strange heat and sense of relief lingered in her eyes.
"You really came. I worried all day that I might have made an unreasonable request when you're so busy."
"Busy? Of course I'd come when unnie calls for me."
As I smiled sweetly and stepped into the room, Choi Yeon-joo carefully closed the door and bolted it.
With a 'click,' the space became a perfect private room.
The room was filled with the innocent Divine Power I had smelled from her yesterday, but through the gaps, a very faint... scent of an aroused female was mixed in.
It must have been the result of the Succubus's pink Demonic Energy I left behind last night, secretly fermenting within her body all day long.
"After Lee Seo-yang visited yesterday... I truly slept soundly, like a miracle. When I woke up this morning, my body felt as light as if it could fly."
"That's a relief. But it probably didn't all loosen up in just one day. Tonight, I'll melt away those stiff spots even more thoroughly for you."
At the phrase 'melt away' that came from my lips, Choi Yeon-joo's shoulders subtly flinched.
Her silver eyes avoided my gaze, trembling slightly.
"Then... shall I lie on the bed like yesterday?"
Choi Yeon-joo's cheeks flushed as she climbed onto the bed and lay face down.
The thin silk negligee rode up with her movements, brazenly revealing her alluring hips and long, white legs.
'Is she naive, or has her wariness already melted away?'
I deliberately took off my shoes and climbed onto the bed barefoot.
Then, just like yesterday, I naturally spread my legs on either side of her thighs and settled into position.
The cowgirl position.
I felt the soft flesh of my inner thighs press intimately against her hips.
"Hngh..."
As soon as I settled into position, a pained breath escaped Choi Yeon-joo's lips.
"Unnie, what's wrong? I haven't even started yet."
"Oh, no... it's just, when Lee Seo-yang's body heat touches me... it feels strangely tingly deep inside my body."
I placed both hands on her back.
Then, I emitted an even stickier and denser Demonic Power from my fingertips than yesterday's Succubus.
"Today, I'll loosen the lymph in your lower body more deeply. To stabilize the sympathetic nervous system, the blood flow here needs to be completely opened up."
"Lower body, you say...? Ahh!"
My hand slid down her shoulder blades and pressed firmly on the lumbar region where her waist and hips connected.
"Hnghh...! L-Lee Seo-yang, there... Ugh!"
Choi Yeon-joo's back arched like a bow, and she clutched the bedsheets.
Her buttocks reflexively lifted, brushing tantalizingly between my thighs.
My penetrating Demonic Power did not clash with the Saintess's clear Divine Power.
Instead, it permeated her Divine Power like a sweet aphrodisiac, confusing her brain into mistaking pleasure for 'healing'.
"Relax, unnie. It's because I'm pressing on muscles you don't usually use. Your circulation is completely blocked."
I gently whispered, feigning the role of a professional therapist, and swept my entire palm in a circular motion down the alluring curve of her buttocks.
"Ah, no, not there... Haa, haa... It's strange, my body feels like it's melting..."
Each time my touch landed, her skin flushed red as if burned.
Her breathing quickened, and beads of sweat formed on her forehead.
I leaned in deeper.
Inside my school uniform shirt. My ample, braless chest pressed completely against her back.
Squish.
"Ah...!"
"Is that uncomfortable? I need to put my weight into it."
Yesterday, the Saintess had been startled and embarrassed by this contact.
Today was different.
As the soft sensation of my chest and my heartbeat transmitted to her lower back, she instead rubbed her back slightly against me, pressing closer.
"No... it feels good... I want to smell Lee Seo-yang more..."
Choi Yeon-joo's hazy voice sent a jolt through my lower abdomen.
This defenseless corruption of the Saintess.
This overwhelming sense of depravity simultaneously stimulated my male instincts from a past life and the Succubus's Lust, driving me mad.
I lowered my hands further.
My two hands, which had been stroking the silk fabric, subtly lifted the hem of the negligee and delved into the bare skin of her inner thighs.
"Hwaat! L-Lee Seo-yang... that's too deep... Hngh!"
"This is the most important spot. If the inside of your legs are tense, you can't get deep sleep."
My fingers began to gently knead the soft flesh of her inner thighs, where they met her groin. The pink Demonic Power emanating from my fingertips rose like a haze towards her secret place.
At that moment.
Squish.
Something very hot and sticky felt wet against my fingertips.
Choi Yeon-joo's inner thighs were already thoroughly soaked with the love-fluid she herself had secreted.
'Wow, already this wet?'
It was on a completely different level from what Jeong Hye-ji had secreted at the training ground earlier. The Saintess's love-fluid, mixed with transparent and pure Divine Power, looked incredibly sweet.
"Unnie. Here... why is it so wet? You must have quite a fever."
I deliberately swept my finger stickily over her secret, wet area, and whispered softly into her ear.
"Heeek! Ah, ahh... T-that's sweat... it's sweat...! It's just too hot, haang!"
Choi Yeon-joo shook her head, tears welling up in her eyes.
Her brain, which had been forced into abstinence her entire life, was overloaded, not knowing how to process this overwhelming pleasure she was currently feeling.
She was just getting a massage, yet her lower body was throbbing madly and honey was flowing.
For her, this situation was both terrifying and a swamp of pleasure from which she could never escape.
"Is sweat this slippery? It really... seems like a different kind of fluid."
"Ugh, ungh... Don't tease me, I'm strange, I really feel like I'm going to become strange..."
With wet fingers, I persistently massaged the inside of her thighs, pressing my lower abdomen tightly against the cleft of her buttocks.
Then, I breathed a breath rich with Demonic Power into her ear.
"Don't hold back, make some noise, Yeon-joo unnie. You need to relax for the illness to get better. I'll cure everything for you."
"Haa, haa... Lee Seo, Lee Seo-yang... Aah! There, just a little more... Hngh!"
It was the very moment the Saintess's reason, like an iron fortress, was about to snap.
The moment she twisted her waist herself, rubbing her secret place against my fingers.
In a corner of the room, a silver cross, standing upright, faintly glinted under the light of the Demonic Power lamp.
That sacred light coldly struck Choi Yeon-joo's mind, which was being consumed by pleasure.
'Ah...?'
Instantly, Choi Yeon-joo's eyes widened in horror.
This isn't 'healing'.
She had never experienced it before, but she knew instinctively.
This melting sensation she was feeling, swaying her waist to the touch of a young female student, was 'Lust,' defined by the religious order as the most terrible sin.
"Ah, no! Stop... Hngh, stop it, Lee Seo-yang!"
Choi Yeon-joo abruptly pushed my shoulder with trembling hands.
Since her strength had given out, it wasn't a strong push, but I willingly recoiled and withdrew my hand. As my fingers slipped out of her secret place, a squelching friction sound echoed suggestively within the private room.
"...Yeon-joo unnie? What's wrong? Did it hurt?"
I widened my eyes and asked with the most innocent and worried expression in the world.
"Haa, haa... N-no, this... this isn't right. Oh God, what have I just..."
Choi Yeon-joo hastily pulled down the hem of her skirt, which was messily wet, and retreated backwards.
Leaning her back against the headboard, with her knees drawn up and hugged, she looked like a frightened lamb.
Her gaze wandered in the air, then fell upon the transparent love-fluid clinging to my fingertip, stretched long, and her face flushed crimson with shame.
"I-I'm sorry. I... I suddenly don't feel well..."