Chapter 26
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 26
Chapter Title: Jang Ye-hwa
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The ceiling lights weren't ordinary either in this high-end hotel room.
The client's refined tastes left no other choice.
Despite the lavish interior, Jang Ye-hwa's expression remained stern.
She crossed her arms and spoke to Si-woo in a cold voice.
"Don't talk nonsense! You're saying that's real?"
"Yes. If you can't believe it, shall we draw up a mana contract?"
She clamped her lips shut. But with her lie detection skill active, she knew his words were true.
The haughty, prim woman now looked subtly uneasy.
"Really se... no, you're saying sex is tied to awakening?"
"Yes. That's the truth."
Si-woo stated it brazenly.
"It can't be your first time anyway, so what's the issue? This is just a procedure. An awakening treatment."
She reflexively covered her massive breasts.
"Wha, wha, what!"
Si-woo eyed her figure up and down.
"A beauty like you, Ye-hwa? It couldn't possibly be your first."
Jang Ye-hwa flustered.
"Tha, tha, that's...! But...!"
Si-woo let out a sigh.
"If you hate it that much, shall we stop? Send someone else, or just end the contract here. One person's already awakened anyway, so the building's mine. Right?"
"..."
She wrestled with fierce inner conflict. Money wasn't the issue. It was the chance at awakening slipping away.
Si-woo spoke casually to her as she bit her lower lip ever so slightly.
"Well... Awakening will make your skin glow, your figure even more stunning. Lifespan extends too... But if you're against it, nothing I can do. Shall we call it?"
Jang Ye-hwa shot him a resentful glare.
Si-woo racked his brain. Her resistance was fiercer than expected. He shrugged helplessly.
"Alright, let's start with a massage. Maybe it'll work that way."
"Ma, massage?"
Jang Ye-hwa's guard eased just a fraction. Si-woo spoke with professional seriousness.
"Yes. It'll be tough, but let's try. If massage doesn't cut it, I'll tell you then. Decide at that point."
"...Okay."
To her, fidgeting anxiously with her fingers, Si-woo said,
"First, take off that thick suit."
She flinched like a startled rabbit.
"Ta, ta, take it off?"
"Yes. You know qi therapy? It's like that. Thick clothes make it hard. Take them off. Want me to turn around?"
"Ugh... Tu, turn around! Don't peek!"
Si-woo turned with a blank face, smirking inwardly. He'd see it all eventually anyway.
After long hesitation, Jang Ye-hwa bit her lip and began undressing.
Rustle, rustle.
Her suit came off piece by piece until only her bra, panties, and black pantyhose remained.
"Br, bra too?"
Si-woo thought for a moment and nodded. The bra would get in the way.
"Yes."
She glared at the back of his head, then her hand went behind her back.
The bra dropped to the floor with a soft thud. Her enormous breasts jiggled from gravity.
Si-woo, checking her reflection in the window, said,
"You can keep the pantyhose on."
"Wha?"
Shocked that he might be looking, she turned to him, but he was still facing away.
She furrowed her brow suspiciously.
"...Why?"
'Why? Because it's hot as hell.'
"They're thin enough."
The words differed from his thought, but they weren't a lie. She couldn't detect it.
Si-woo turned around. She stood there, arms covering her breasts, face full of regret. Left alone, she might bolt.
He guided her to the massage bed.
"Lie down here."
"Ugh... What the hell is... this..."
Jang Ye-hwa squeezed her eyes shut. She took a deep breath to steady her trembling voice.
"...Here?"
She tried to sound haughty and nonchalant, but the quiver at the end betrayed her. Her hands covering her chest shook too.
"Yes. Face down."
Si-woo took her hesitating hand and laid her on the bed. Her prone form was sleek and alluring.
He leisurely admired her legs wrapped in pantyhose. The red panties peeking through the black were utterly lewd.
The haughty Jang Ye-hwa lying near-naked before him stirred a deep sense of conquest.
He itched to knead that ass right then, but held back.
'Whew...'
Si-woo coated his palms with Mixed Origin Qi. To lower resistance, he started away from sensitive spots.
His palm touched her smooth lower back.
"Eek..!"
Jang Ye-hwa startled more at her own squeak. She'd tried so hard to stay composed, yet failed in an instant.
Even the light brush brought a faint pleasure. Something felt off.
"Wa, wait."
"Great sensitivity. Might even work without sex."
She hesitated at his words, then closed her eyes and decided to endure a bit longer.
"Haa... Hurry up."
Ignoring her, Si-woo slowly stroked her lower back.
For over ten minutes, he infused the qi leisurely, bit by bit so she wouldn't notice.
He pressed harder on spots with the best reactions.
Twitch!
His hand stroking her back climbed to her shoulders.
Knots from her large breasts. He gently loosened the muscles.
Her mouth parted slightly, leaking a faint moan.
"Ung.."
"Feels good?"
"Hng... No, not goo, haang!♡"
Pressing a knot drew out a cute voice.
"Ugh.."
Embarrassed, she buried her face in the pillow.
Her adorable reaction made Si-woo's cock throb. Hiding his excitement, he spoke seriously.
"Lying's no good. Open your mind. Try again."
She hesitated, then said,
"Ung... Go, good. Pretty good."
From then, nasal hums escaped her. The pleasant moans made massaging enjoyable. Si-woo said,
"Excellent sensitivity. Focus on the sensations."
"Hng..♥"
She let out a pleased nasal sound.
His hands moved from shoulders to arms.
Massaging her forearms made her twitch. As his hands invaded her armpits, she yelped in surprise.
Her nearly melted guard shot up like rabbit ears.
"Wa, wait..! He, here too?"
"Yes. Crucial step."
He didn't wait for her protest.
Her forbidden, untouched armpits fell to his touch.
He kneaded her pale white armpits firmly.
Twitch each time—his eyes gleamed.
He wove a pleasure attribute into the qi. Her toes curled tight.
"..!! Wa, wait..!"
"No. Endure it."
Twitch!
He rubbed the armpits obsessively.
Press, press.
Rub, rub.
"Ahng.. A, hngt... Some, something wro, ngt!"
A light climax.
Seeing her waist buck, Si-woo satisfiedly released the armpits. Even through pantyhose, her wetness showed.
A lewd scent finally wafted from her.
The haughty career woman turning bitch thrilled him.
Face buried in the pillow, she said nothing, but her nape burned red.
Si-woo's hands now fully ravaged her body.
"Going well."
After sending her once via armpits, no holds barred.
He pressed her palms, interlocked fingers and toyed lick-like.
After long torment of her hands, up the arms. Next target: those luscious breasts.
Swipe—
Brushing her side boob made her jolt.
"Hngt..! Wha, where're you touching!"
"Necessary process."
She paused at his indifferent reply.
Meanwhile, his invading hand reached the hidden nipple.
"Hngt!"
Her earlobes flushed. Missing her chance to speak, she hid her face in the pillow, toes wiggling.
Si-woo smiled at her soaking panties.
Her juices had seeped through the pantyhose, pooling on the bed.
After kneading her upper body, his hands headed lower.
He lightly gripped her ass. The pantyhose texture satisfied. Thumbs pressed the lower curves.
"Haa.."
His hands grew bolder. Past the ass, stroking her labia.
Stimulus to her most precious spot tensed her body. But ongoing touches melted her.
Pantyhose and panties long since soaked useless.
From soft thighs to calves, each toe meticulously. Thirty minutes total.
By now, Ina-yeon would've surrendered, moaning and hip-shaking, begging. Jang Ye-hwa held out well.
Her breathing even seemed to steady.
Si-woo's pride stung a bit.
"Turn over."
But her revealed face told otherwise.
'Knew it.'
Muscles slack and unfocused. The face of a disheveled bitch.