A Necessary Cure

Dan Yuha's naked body was like a doll a master artisan had spent a lifetime perfecting. The proportions were flawless, the skin an exquisite pale, the beauty so complete it scarcely seemed to belong to the waking world — and all of it was the woman named Dan Yuha. I found myself genuinely pausing to consider how best to devour such a delicious creature.

"Then I shall begin the treatment."

"Very well... I leave it to you."

I began to caress her, slowly, taking my time. It was almost absurd that a woman with skin this soft possessed the power to shatter mountains. Looking at her now, she scarcely seemed capable of wringing a chicken's neck — though of course, a human one would snap in her hands like a dry reed.

"Nnh...!"

My hands circled her breasts without the slightest hesitation. I rolled her areolae and nipples in time with those little sounds catching in her throat, and her voice grew warmer, looser, more unguarded with every pass.

She was an instrument. And I was the musician who had been given the privilege of playing her.

"Can you feel how sensitive your body has become?"

"Hah...! I... I believe so. Is this also an effect of the treatment?"

A virgin, through and through — she understood nothing. Of course a body grew sensitive under a lover's hands. Naturally, I had no reason to tell her that.

"It is. Proof that the poison qi is beginning to loosen its hold. That said, only consistent treatment will draw it out completely."

"I see... Then treat me at once."

"A little more preparation is still required."

I touched her without restraint — breasts, hips, the folds of her pussy, the tight ring of her ass. She seemed to have accepted every last one of these acts as medicine; even when my fingers grazed the most sensitive places on her body, she only flushed and made no move to stop me. Encouraged, my hands grew rougher still.

"Hah...! Nnh...! My body feels strange. As though I have taken a fever...! My brow is burning."

"That is the treatment taking a stronger hold. It also means your body is ready for the true procedure. I shall begin."

I stripped off the rest of my clothes in one motion. Dan Yuha had grown used to the sight of me naked by now. After the way she had sucked my cock that morning, it would have been stranger if she hadn't.

"Hah...! A most peculiar scent rises from your manhood. I have never smelled anything like it in all the world."

"What sort of scent, if I may ask?"

"Musty. Sour. Sticky... and yet ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠not unpleasant. That is how it smells."

"Please commit that scent to memory. For the sake of your treatment, you will need to grow accustomed to it."

"I suppose so... It is treatment, after all..."

I took her full breasts in both hands. They had a pleasing, substantial weight to them. If breasts could be called masterpieces, Dan Yuha's were beyond any argument. The softness of them made my heart swell in my ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠chest.

"You would touch my chest as well...?"

"Yes. Can you see my cock?"

"Your manhood... I see it. It stands as rigid as a pillar."

"It rose like this at the mere sight of you unclothed. This fluid beading at the head — what did I tell you it was called?"

"Cowper's fluid... that is what you said."

A genius, as expected. She learned fast.

"Then I trust you also understand what it signifies."

"Is it not the body's preparation to spill seed?"

"Precisely. I am about to release that seed. Into your sex, my lady."

I pointed to her pussy. Her face went a shade of red I would not have thought possible.

"Now then. Please spread your legs."

"Nnh... How shameful. Is this not something a husband and wife would do?"

"It is treatment, and nothing more. Just as it is natural for a physician to look upon a patient's unclothed body, this too is a natural act in service of your recovery."

"Treatment... Yes. This is treatment."

She murmured it like a woman putting herself under, and then, gathering her courage, she opened her legs. The small hidden cleft she had kept from the world lay bare before my eyes.

Sparse dark hair. Neatly folded outer lips. Inner petals that sat slightly askew — a flaw that only made them look filthier, more inviting. I eased the entrance open with a fingertip.

"Nnh-ahh!"

Dan Yuha shuddered as if a current had run through her. She was already wet enough. The long stretch of stimulation had finished her body's warm-up; I could have pushed into her then and there and she would have taken me to the hilt.

But not all at once. She's a virgin. I want to take my time with this.

I toyed with the mouth of her pussy, circling, teasing — all while keeping my face a mask of grave professional concern, so she would never guess I was playing with her.

"Hmm. Given this shape, this color, this scent..."

"Is something the matter?"

Half shame, half genuine worry. I held the serious expression and answered her.

"The poison qi has been in you a very long time. It has carved itself deep. I am afraid the treatment will not be a simple one."

"Then... it will take longer than you first expected?"

"It may. There is a method that would shorten the course of treatment, however..."

"And that method is...?"

She kept the conversation going through sheer will, fighting the pleasure rolling up through her. The thought that I was savoring every slackening line of her face would never have occurred to her. Those eyes, that mouth, just beginning to come undone — you could have used the look on her as fap material without changing a thing.

"Periodic stimulation of this spot here. A means of stirring the faint traces of yang energy still left in your body."

I indicated her clitoris.

"Here...? This protruding part, you mean? Are these not... testicles?"

"No, my lady. After each of my treatments, I would recommend stimulating this place firmly between your thumb and forefinger, roughly three times a day, to rouse your yang energy. The course of treatment should shorten considerably."

"Nnh...! Very well. I understand."

"Excellent. Then I shall begin in earnest."

I brought my cock — swollen to its absolute limit — to the entrance of her pussy. Her gaze locked onto the head. My cock is one of the things I take pride in, and having that pride subjected to a stare of such naked wonder never gets old.

"You mean to... put that in here? It does not look as though it will fit..."

"Please don't worry. I am a specialist."

That, at least, was not a lie. I am a specialist in sex. And a woman's pussy was made, from the start, to take a man's cock. With the right technique, it always goes in.

I rubbed the head against her entrance. Her hips jerked as if an assassin had just struck from ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠the shadows.

Watching Eye. Film every filthy second of this. Heh.

I had switched the Watching Eye on in advance. The sight of Dan Yuha whimpering underneath me was not something I could allow to go unrecorded. It was a crime in all but name. The Eye drifted up into a corner of the ceiling, cloaked and silent, and began to take down every last indecent second of the two of us.

"Nnhhh...! Hah...! Nnh...! This is... strange! My body...!"

"Surrender to the current. How does it feel?"

"As though... I am performing the Void Step..."

"Then I shall carry you all the way to the heavens."

I eased the cock I had been rubbing against her entrance slowly inward. Her body trembled in answer, a full-body shiver, as if it already knew the shock and the pleasure that were about to hit.

"This is... something is wrong, I think... Hiiih—!"

I drove through her virginity in a single thrust. She made a choked, strangled sound and flailed with her hands and feet, gasping as if the air had been knocked out of her. Strangely enough, Dan Yuha could muster no more strength than an ordinary woman. The storm of pleasure had crushed the power from her muscles entirely.

"Haaahn! It's strange! It's so strange! This is...! Haaaaahn!"

Wet, deep, relentless — I fucked into her.

"Se... se... sex...? What in heaven's name is that!?"

"Exactly this!"

We were in the missionary position — Dan Yuha pinned beneath me, my weight holding her down. It was a posture that did not suit a martial artist ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠of her pride. And yet the sight of her panting and moaning under me was so beautiful it bordered on the unreal.

Fuck! So this is a martial artist's cunt? These walls, trained all the way to the deepest point... Shit! I can't get careless here!

I had underestimated her because she was a virgin, and her pussy — honed to an extreme I had not accounted for — blew past every expectation I had. The inner walls had the spring of a rubber ball wound to its limit, almost identical to Yeonji's artificially enhanced cunt.

A cheat pussy like this without even an Ability... No wonder Gong Woosun went to such lengths to fuck this bitch. Shit! I'm already close!

I could not finish this fast. I wanted to enjoy her first time for a good deal longer than that.

Squelch. Squelch. Squelch. Squelch. Squelch.

"Haaaahn! I can see it! I can see...! This peach blossom scent...! That place... it's the Peach Blossom Spring!"

"All aboard the carriage to Peach Blossom Spring! I'm afraid there is no getting off this ride!"

I drove into her pussy like a man possessed, holding my climax back by sheer force of will. Dan Yuha locked her legs around my waist and pulled me in harder still.

"Haaahn! This feeling...! It's strange! It's so straaange!"

Her beautiful cries rang through the room, and the sound they made was nothing short of fantastic.