Ruffian: Jongchil 26
Yeonmuk watched Jongchil's sticky massage with her eyes wide open. His hands roamed every nook and cranny of Mo Seoyeong's body without any sanctity whatsoever. Mo Seoyeong willingly surrendered her most private areas to him.
"Now for the front."
Having perfectly massaged her down to her toes, Jongchil patted her ass cheeks and said. Yeonmuk was shocked again at the sight. Touching Mo Seoyeong's ass so naturally made him look like a man who'd lost all fear of death.
But instead of flying into a rage, Mo Seoyeong simply rolled over onto her back. When she'd been lying face down, only her ass had been exposed—nothing too vital. Of course, later Jongchil had spread her cheeks wide to expose her anus and pussy.
But now, lying flat on her back with her belly facing the ceiling, her bulging breasts and the thick patch of white pubic hair were fully on display. Seeming conscious of Yeonmuk's presence, Mo Seoyeong shook her head and spoke.
"This is just a massage, after all."
"Let's begin."
Jongchil slowly started the massage. Shockingly, his hands went straight for Mo Seoyeong's breasts.
Was that even a massage? To Yeonmuk, it looked like nothing more than a pervert groping her tits.
"Hngh~♥ Hnng…! Hnngh~♬"
Yet Mo Seoyeong let out sweet moans as if it felt incredible, reveling in his touch. Was his massage really that good? Seeing her pupils dilated almost to the point of rolling back made it clear this was no ordinary rubdown.
Hnnng…. Young Master Mo. Your eyes are way too slutty…!
Looking at Mo Seoyeong's hazy, unfocused gaze made Yeonmuk's crotch and anus feel even hotter. When Jongchil's hands moved from her breasts past her belly to her pussy, Yeonmuk squeezed her eyes shut. Jongchil spread Mo Seoyeong's labia and toyed with her at will.
"Hnnngh~♥"
Warm love juices squirted from Mo Seoyeong's pussy like a water gun. Jongchil took it full to the face but didn't care a bit. Instead, he licked his lips and tasted the fluids dripping down his cheek.
Yeonmuk cracked her eyes open and shuddered at the sight of Jongchil playing with Mo Seoyeong's pussy so freely. What if it were her? What would it feel like to have that massive hand teasing her itchy anus without mercy? Just imagining it made her down there heat up and feel good.
Jongchil's massage continued for about half a shichen. When it ended, Mo Seoyeong was limp like soft tofu, as if she'd dipped half her foot into the Yellow Springs.
"Hnnngh…!"
Seeing Mo Seoyeong drooling with a dumb, slack-jawed expression that didn't suit her at all, Yeonmuk whispered softly.
"I-is she okay?"
Jongchil grabbed a fistful of Mo Seoyeong's pubic hair with a casual expression and replied.
"She's fine. This always happens after a massage."
This.. this thing?
Referring to Mo Seoyeong that way was downright irreverent. If she were in her right mind, ripping his head off wouldn't be out of the question.
Considering her relationship with Mo Seoyeong, Yeonmuk could've said something, but she stayed silent on the matter. Right now, she had something far more important than nitpicking his words.
"Um…. Could I get that massage too?"
The words slipped out of her mouth. Even Yeonmuk was shocked by her own boldness. She'd followed her desires without a single moment's hesitation in her mind.
But there was no regret. Yeonmuk stared anxiously at Jongchil's lips. Would he grant her request?
Jongchil scanned her up and down, then nodded lightly.
Permission granted. Yeonmuk let out a sigh of relief without realizing it.
"Th-then, should I strip like Young Master Mo?"
She tentatively placed a hand on her outer robe. Jongchil glanced at Mo Seoyeong sprawled across the bed and scratched his head.
"She's hogging the whole bed like that…. Let's go to the next room."
"Ah, are you using the next room too, Young Master Jong?"
Jongchil nodded and led the way. The next room was identical—same bed, same furniture layout, everything.
Yeonmuk slowly removed her outer robe. Unlike with Mo Seoyeong, Jongchil didn't look away from her body at all. If anything, he watched her undress with intense focus, as if committing every detail to memory.
Feeling burdened, Yeonmuk started to say she should turn away, but the tingling in her crotch and anus stopped her. Somehow, his lecherous gaze was intoxicating.
Hnnng…. I suddenly feel like some slutty courtesan!
There was no way to calm her tangled emotions. Sensing her own fall, Yeonmuk didn't avoid his eyes. Once she'd stripped down to her undergarments, she glanced at him—still staring—and spoke.
"I have to take it all off, right?"
Jongchil approached her and said,
"Let me help."
"N-no need..!"
His hands were faster. He deftly unfastened her breast binding. His undressing skills were at the pinnacle of perfection; Yeonmuk had no chance to resist before her undergarments were gone.
"Eek!"
Yeonmuk reflexively covered her breasts and glared at him reproachfully. Jongchil just shrugged.
"You have to be naked for the massage."
"I-I know that!"
Annoyed by his words, Yeonmuk stripped off her bottoms herself. She'd beat him to it before he could do it for her.
Jongchil waited patiently until she was fully nude. Standing bare before him, Yeonmuk quickly lay on the bed face down, just like Mo Seoyeong had.
Her backside was completely exposed to him.
"Then, let's begin."
Without waiting for her reply, Jongchil started the massage.
First came the shoulders. The moment his hands touched, Yeonmuk flinched reflexively. The subtle vibrations from his delicate touch felt incredibly good.
He really is good at this.
He massaged her shoulders with just the right pressure. She didn't moan as lewdly as Mo Seoyeong, but Yeonmuk had to admit it was deeply satisfying. He truly was a massage expert, just as Mo Seoyeong had said.
"Hngh~!"
Occasional moans escaped despite her efforts. She tried her best to keep her voice in check.
The refreshing massage moved from her shoulders to her lower back. Her chronic back pain flared up now and then, but as his skilled hands worked her waist, the mysterious stuffiness there melted away.
"Haaang~♥"
For the first time, Yeonmuk let out a loose, relaxed moan just like Mo Seoyeong's. Shocked by her own voice, she bit her lip hard.
I can't let my guard down….
Jongchil's hands kept descending, eventually reaching her ass.
"Hngh…!"
Yeonmuk moaned reflexively. She knew exactly what came next from watching Mo Seoyeong.
Jongchil kneaded her ass like dough. Her large twin mounds opened and closed repeatedly under his touch. Cool air brushing her anus gave her a strangely exquisite sensation.
"Hnnngh~♥"
Every stimulation to her ass brought back memories of being ravaged by that lust demon. Her anus twitched as if refusing to forget that day. No matter how hard she tried to control it, she couldn't stop it.
"Miss Yeon."
"Hnnngh~♬ Wh-what?"
"Your asshole keeps opening its mouth. Does it itch?"
"M-my asshole? What's that?"
"This naughty little shithole."
As he spoke, Jongchil thrust a finger into Yeonmuk's anus.
"Heeeek~♥"
In that instant, unbearable pleasure exploded like thunder. Even when she'd fingered herself, it hadn't felt this shocking. But Jongchil's touch was different—special. All the pent-up pleasure burst forth at once.
Pssshhh!
Yeonmuk completely soaked the bedding. Her urine gushed out like a waterfall, dirtying the bed. Even after pissing herself in front of a man, her mind was fixated on the anal ecstasy she'd just felt. Jongchil clicked his tongue.
"What a naughty bladder, just like your asshole. I'll change the mat first."
He removed the soaked mat and brought a fresh, fluffy one. Yeonmuk was still lost in pleasure. Jongchil spread her quivering anus wide with two fingers.
"Looks like this spot's the itchy one."
"Hnnngh! Y-yes! That's the itchy spot! So shove your fingers in and scratch it!"
Yeonmuk begged for his touch with her own words. Jongchil shook his head.
"I can't do that."
"Wh-why not?!"
"My fingers are too small to scratch this naughty asshole properly. See? Four fingers slide right in easy."
Suddenly, Jongchil shoved four fingers—all but his thumb—into her anus.
"Hnggggrrrk~!"
Yeonmuk's honey-sweet moan echoed through the room. Instinctively, she realized her soul had been pawned to this man named Jongchil.