The Massage, and the Door Beyond
"No way. If anything, that's perfect."
"What? Y-you like it?"
"Yeah. I like it even more. A woman might want a man who's been around, but for a man it's the complete opposite."
"Really...?"
At the absolute certainty in Kim Taeyoung's voice, Heo Myangmyang's face brightened. Being twenty-eight and still a virgin had been her weakness, her private complex—not so fierce that she tortured herself over it, but nothing she could hold her head up and admit in front of other people. And yet when he told her he actually preferred it, she felt something in her fill back up. Her pride, maybe.
"Of course. Oh—you finished eating? Then let's go do that massage. Your room?"
"My room?"
"Your little sister might come bursting out again and start yelling."
"Ah... Jihye."
"I get it. You're the unni she's close with, and then some guy shows up out of nowhere and she feels like he's stolen you. So let's use your room."
"Yes, oppa."
Heo Myangmyang, blind to the designs behind the offer, nodded without a second thought.
Her room was intensely girlish, the kind of space that showed exactly where her sensibility came from. Cute little dolls decorated every corner.
"Want to lie down? I'll give you a proper knead—I mean, a massage."
"But I invited you as a guest. Is it really all right for me to be the one getting a massage?"
"It's fine. I'm doing it because I want to. I know I went too hard on you yesterday. A little effort from me now comes a lot cheaper than watching you suffer through the muscle pain."
"Ah... if you say so, then I'll gratefully accept."
Heo Myangmyang lay down on the bed. She didn't undress the way she sometimes did when Song Jihye massaged her; even she wasn't so far gone that she would strip naked in front of a man. Her common sense had failed her in every other respect.
"Hnn..."
Kim Taeyoung's hands sank into her thighs, deep along the inner side. He was already touching the underside of her ass, and something deeper still hovered just at the edge of his fingers.
Does she really not know? Or is she pretending she doesn't?
His hand was about to reach her pussy. More than once his fingers brushed near her outer lips, and still Heo Myangmyang didn't stop him at all. To her, this was simply what a massage was. Song Jihye had always been the one to give them, and Jihye—filling her own selfish wants under that excuse—had kneaded her body even more blatantly than this. So she felt no suspicion toward his hands.
"Aaah! O-oppa! Not there...!"
In the end his hands settled squarely on her ass, and he kneaded it openly, without restraint. Only then did Heo Myangmyang sense that something was off and cry out.
"Your ass needs loosening too. The muscle connects straight into your thighs."
"I-I've heard that, but..."
She had heard the same thing from Song Jihye: every muscle was connected, so you had to work them all loose. Having a man—having Kim Taeyoung—touch her ass, though, made her terribly shy, and the feeling was strange in a way she couldn't name.
"Nnh? Oppa!"
Still working her backside, he flipped her skirt up. Her panties and bare legs were laid completely bare, and even Heo Myangmyang, who had been quietly offering him her ass, couldn't help but startle.
"The skirt was hiding the muscle. Like this I can actually see the grain and massage it properly."
"B-but—hyaaah!"
"Did that hurt?"
"N-no... it just feels strange... hnnn."
His hands didn't stop at her ass. They invaded the hidden place beneath the cleft, and his fingers grazed her pussy in little touches. Each time, a tingling shock spread through her—a sensation she had never felt under Song Jihye's hands.
"That's not strange. Doesn't it feel good?"
"I-I don't know... haaahn."
"Seems like it does. Want me to touch you more?"
"Ehh...? B-but that's—! Aaah."
"Just feel it for now. Your body's liking this plenty."
"O-oppaaa. Hnnn..."
His hands turned blatant. The fingers that had been carefully grazing her pussy settled openly over it, and even Heo Myangmyang realized by now that this was wrong. It just felt too good. She had no sexual experience at all, but she understood what the act was. A man touching a woman's sex. This was sex.
Me, having sex with Taeyoung oppa...? Is this even allowed? We only saw each other's faces today.
They had known each other online, but today was the first time she had seen him in person. Honestly, he was cooler and better-looking than she had imagined, and she did like him—not enough to fall in love. And yet here she was, about to have sex.
Should I ask him to stop, even now? But we've already started...
He hadn't entered her yet, but the sex had already begun. A terrible conflict rose in her: one side insisting she had to stop here, the other sick to death of the virgin label and desperate to tear it off.
"Oppa... hnn, this, right now... nngh."
"Feels good, right? It'll feel even better if I tease you here."
"N-no. Oppa. We shouldn't be doing this. Haaah."
The words were defensive. She didn't push his hand away, though, and she didn't twist her body to escape.
"Why not? I'm just giving you a massage."
"Hnn, this isn't a massage—aah!"
"It's fine. Don't think so hard. Just enjoy what feels good."
"Oppaaa. Hnnn. W-we only just met today. Aahn."
"So what? We just met, so this'll only make us closer."
"Haaah!"
Then came the blow that scattered her hesitation. His finger pressed right into the clit hidden under her panties, and what spread through her went past a tingle into sharp, electric pleasure. Ah—she didn't know anymore. Maybe it really was better to enjoy it, the way he said. She truly didn't know. No other thought would come. The pleasure from his fingers was simply too big.
"I'm taking these off for a second."
"N-no, you can't!"
In the end he pulled her panties off too. Heo Myangmyang resisted with her mouth, but her body let his hands do as they pleased. She didn't understand herself either. If she truly hated it, she could have shoved him away even now.
"Minji, it's not just your face. Your pussy's cute too."
It was neat and pretty, with very little hair, matching the rest of her. Because of that the pink slit, closed in a clean line, showed perfectly.
"Hnnn, d-don't say things like—haaaaaah!"
His fingers traced her inner lips, and the tips dipped just slightly into her entrance—a hole that, in twenty-eight years, not even a tampon had ever entered. The first stimulation to reach it was dizzying. Her whole body shuddered.
"Minji. Want to touch mine too?"
Sensing the mood had tipped his way, Kim Taeyoung moved at once. He took off his pants and brought his cock out. It had been swelling since the massage began, and now it stood as a thick, hard pillar.
"Hup...!"
Heo Myangmyang swallowed hard. It was the first real cock she had ever seen—bigger than she had thought, and frightening to look at. Could something like that really go inside her? With a little exaggeration, it was as thick as her wrist.
"Aren't you curious? Ever seen one before?"
"N-no..."
"Then touch it. You can look as closely as you want. Let's change positions a little."
He lifted her. She weighed all of eighty-four pounds—light enough that, if he pushed it, he could have raised her with one hand. Gripping her by the waist, he lay back on the bed and set her on top of him, so that his rigid cock rose right in front of her face.
"Ah..."
"Look closely. I'll make you feel even better."
"Ah! Oppaaa! Hnnn!"
He caught her legs and lifted his face. His lips pressed to her pussy, and his tongue toyed mercilessly with her clit. Pleasure nothing like his fingers crashed over her; there was no room left to study his cock. Her head tipped back.
While the two of them shared their pleasure on the bed, another door in the house eased open. The tigress who slipped out walked without a sound, holding every trace of her presence concealed, and she stopped in front of the door where heated moans were leaking through. With delicate control of her strength, she opened it a fraction at a time.
There was the unni she loved most in the world, the unni more precious to her than anyone, rolling around with some nobody of a man who might have crawled in from anywhere. Rage. She was so angry she could hardly stand it. But she couldn't barge in. All she could see was an ass, not Heo Myangmyang's face—and still the sounds alone told her the woman was happy.
"Hyaah, oppaaa."
"Feels good, doesn't it? Tell me honestly."
"I-I don't know. Aaah. I've never done this before. Hnnn!"
Panting Song Jihye had never been allowed to hear. The fact made her furious, and wretched too, even though she had already known this love was one she could never have. And there was something else making her wretched.
"Hnn..."
Song Jihye's fingers rubbed at her own pussy. Watching the two of them tumble together, she had started to masturbate—instinct moving before reason. By the time she realized what she was doing, her fingers were already driving inside. A sharp self-loathing rose at her own behavior, but she was far too aroused. To actually hear the panting of her unni, something she had only ever imagined—Heo Myangmyang had always been so innocent that no amount of stimulation drew even a sexual response from her. Just the sound of it put Song Jihye in heat, and she couldn't control her fingers.
"That was a delicious pussy."
"Aaah, oppaaa! Hnn... haa... i-is it over now?"
"As if. No way. More importantly—did you get a proper look at my cock?"
"No..."
"Then look properly. You can hold it and move your hand. You can even put it in your mouth, as long as you don't bite."
Heo Myangmyang was being led along by his words. Envy. Song Jihye thought she might go mad from it. It should have been her lying in that spot, not him. But it couldn't be. All she could do was steal glances through the crack in the door.
"Nngh."
A flood of slick coated the fingers plunging into her. Drip, drip—her juices hit the floor. She clenched her teeth, swallowed her moans, and kept going, and masturbating to the sight of Heo Myangmyang like this, her orgasm came fast. With the last of her strength she stepped backward, still keeping herself concealed so she wouldn't make a sound even now. Her back met the wall. Like that, she slowly sank to the floor.
"Hnnnnngh...!"
A storm of pleasure crashed over her. Was this what they meant by a scream inside silence? Between the ass and thighs pressed to the floor, her slick poured out in a mindless rush.