Massage (3)
“Hah, ugh… haa, haa…♡”
My vision spun dizzily.
Every time I exhaled ragged breaths, the saliva pooled in my mouth trickled down my chin.
How many minutes had passed since Lee Seojin finished his so-called "massage"—his teasing torment?
I was still trembling on the massage bed, stuck in this pathetic pose with my hips quivering.
“…Miss. You okay? Did I go a bit too far?”
Lee Seojin's voice echoed fuzzily in my head.
He had already neatly closed his gown and was wiping his hands with a towel. The beastly figure that had ravaged me moments ago was gone. He was back to his sly merchant face.
I didn't even have the energy to respond.
My brain was pickled in pleasure, my thought circuits frozen solid.
Moving a single finger felt like it required monumental resolve.
Lee Seojin stared down at me intently, then slowly approached and brought his lips close to my ear.
“Why are you so out of it? Where'd that bold, fiery Seo Eunha go? Now there's just one panting bitch here.”
“Y-You psycho… shut up…”
“Your mouth's still working, huh. But what can we do? Your body's not shutting up at all.”
“Eek! N-No moreee…”
His finger lightly grazed my wet nape.
Goosebumps erupted across my skin.
But those chills weren't from fear—they were the thrilling aftershocks of the pleasure I'd just felt.
“Y'know, miss, ever since I first saw you in Paradise, I've been imagining it. What it'd be like to have you on my bed, making that female-in-heat face in my arms.”
Lee Seojin scanned every inch of my face like a collector admiring a priceless treasure.
Under that obsessive gaze, I could only lower my eyes.
“But reality's way better than my fantasies. It's art. To think you'd crumble this much from just a massage. Do you even realize how slutty you are? Your eyes glaze over like you're about to melt the second I touch you…”
“S-Stop it…”
“Why? I'm complimenting you. You were like that during the massage too. Your mouth said no, stop, but you kept pressing your body into my hands, right? What does that mean? Your words reject me, but your body was waiting for my fingers.”
His voice was sweet and sticky, like a serpent's whisper.
I wanted to deny it. But the shameful display I'd just put on for him flashed through my mind, leaving me speechless.
“Honestly, I like you, miss. I like your long, sleek legs. And how your ass and tits are so plump, with sensitivity off the charts. I love how you talk shit out of that bratty mouth, but moan like a whore the moment I touch you. If I could, I'd lock you in my basement and pamper you all day.”
Lee Seojin gently cupped my cheek and forced my head up.
Our eyes met.
I gritted my teeth and spat out my last shred of pride.
“You crazy bastard… Is this what you do to someone you like? You're not even worth a punch. I just let you off easy this time.”
“Yeah. I like that about you too. So strong, yet you ended up yielding your body to me. Well… not all the way, but this much is okay, right?”
I clamped my mouth shut.
His strength wasn't overwhelming, but after screaming in ecstasy under his massage, any talk of power was pointless.
I'd tried to scare him by acting crazy, but it only fanned the flames.
“I did this because I wanted you to like it. I put some real thought into preparing it, y'know?”
“As if! W-What the hell do you take women for?!”
“So you hated it?”
His blunt question choked my words.
The more we talked, the deeper I sank into the mire.
“When my fingers stirred your pussy and mana burned your brain… did it really disgust you so much you wanted to die?”
It was humiliating.
I wanted to die from the shame.
I couldn't say it was terribly repulsive.
My mind might have rejected it, but this thoroughly trained female body had reacted honestly to his touch.
Lee Seojin chuckled and lifted the sheet from the massage bed I'd been lying on.
It was soaked through, like it'd been dunked in water.
“Well, no need to answer.”
“…”
There wasn't a speck of rational emotion.
Yet my body had accepted him—accepted the violent pleasure blooming from his fingertips.
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I barely managed to drag myself home.
As I left the shop, Lee Seojin handed me a heavy bag as a "gift."
I collapsed onto my bed and opened it.
The first thing I saw was a detailed map marking the abandoned factory's location.
‘…At least I got the map.’
I forcibly rationalized it as not a total loss.
But when I checked the rest of the bag's contents, I couldn't believe my eyes.
Beneath the map were piles of mysterious, lewd toys.
“What the hell is all this?”
I pulled them out, utterly flabbergasted.
A thick-headed electric massager and various silicone attachments for its tip.
…The exact ones from those porn videos.
Rotors, dildos, even some egg thing I couldn't fathom the use for. At the bottom was the massage gown, neatly folded.
And a handwritten note from the ever-helpful Lee Seojin.
-It's my gift to you. You know what the massager is, so skip that. The rotor is…
“That perverted psycho bastard for real!”
I started to crumple the note but hesitated.
…Embarrassing as it was, a strange curiosity bubbled up.
After climaxing so many times at his shop, my body was still burning hot.
Just imagining using these tools made my status window react.
Masturbation Addiction activated!
‘Fuck. I told you not to keep doing this…’
Even after ten—no, twenty climaxes, my body still thirsted for more pleasure.
‘…M-Maybe just a little? It's not weird, just a massager.’
I fed myself pathetic excuses and picked up the electric massager.
At first, I massaged my shoulders and legs normally.
The strong vibrations loosening my muscles felt pretty good.
But every time it touched my skin, that guy's soft hands overlapped in my mind.
“Haa, mm…”
I unwittingly rubbed my thighs together.
My hand gripping the massager trembled faintly.
In the end, against my will, the massager… slowly, slowly drifted downward.
From shoulders to collarbone, from collarbone to the tops of my breasts—the vibrations migrated naturally.
The massager's intense buzz made my whole body quake.
Sexual tension piled up steadily, without even direct stimulation.
‘I-If this touches my nipples…’
I clenched my teeth and held back—it'd be unbearable.
Instead, the massager pressing lower dug into my navel area.
Vrrr— vrrr—.
The powerful vibrations started at my navel and rippled deep into my abdomen.
“Ah…?! Hnng!”
It was an unexpected shock.
Just pressing on my belly, yet a shiver erupted from deep inside.
I jolted at the unfamiliar pleasure.
‘W-What was that…? Something weird from inside my belly…’
Thinking it a fluke, I pressed the massager to my belly again—and the pleasure hit clearly once more.
After repeating it several times, I finally realized what was happening to my body.
‘Is this that fornio thing I've only heard about…?’
An untouched frontier no person or monster had ever reached was responding to the machine's buzz.
I was flustered. Fresh sensitivity from a place that had never been developed.
…But it felt insanely good.
Different from the violent pleasure of direct erogenous stimulation.
A soft, heavy depth that slowly numbed my brain.
Entranced, I pressed the massager deeper.
“Haaaang… ah, aah…♡”
My back arched slightly.
My body melted from the vibrations echoing inside, without any direct caressing.
It reacted so easily, it was ridiculous even to me.
I squeezed my thighs together to fill the lacking stimulation, savoring the buzz reaching below my navel.
“Haa, haa… I, I should stop…♡”
The pleasure was as addictive as it was gentle. I lost track of time, tormenting myself endlessly.
Unlike before, where there was some excuse like expelling debuffs or collecting mana liquid, this was pure indulgence in pleasure.
Finally, my lower belly clenched tight, and climax washed over me.
“Ugh, hrrngh—♡”
My thighs quivered. My toes curled tight.
No squirting gush like usual.
Instead, hot mana liquid bubbled out from my entrance, trickling slowly.
A faint, lingering afterglow stretched on.
I dropped the massager and collapsed onto the bed.
I stared blankly at the mana liquid seeping out, soaking my panties.
From Lee Seojin's vicious massage to my own self-consolation.
Now… I was certain people were more dangerous than monsters.
The abandoned factory's enemies weren't monsters—they were villains.
…I ignored that truth and pressed the massager even deeper.