Chapter 109
"That couldn't possibly work in reality..."
"Kkhup... Hngh..."
How hard did she have to hit me for it to teleport and leave me unable to react? Just like in real combat, she'd infiltrated my body with her mana, and now it was rampaging wildly inside me on its own. My breathing had gone off-kilter in an instant and showed no signs of recovering. The amount of mana wasn't huge, so it wasn't life-threatening or anything, but the coughing just wouldn't stop.
"...Hey, hey, you okay...?"
I was already on my knees, which must've made it look way worse to Yoo Seol-ah. She suddenly dropped to her knees in front of me, her voice laced with worry as she fidgeted anxiously. If I'd really just been using it as a normal electric massager, she wouldn't be freaking out like this. Guess she definitely knows I used it for other purposes.
"...Does it hurt a lot...?"
Yoo Seol-ah couldn't hide her guilt. She was a total pride monster most of the time, but she folded so easily in moments like this—sweet and adorable. I tilted my head up a bit, and there were her eyes, all droopy and soft, the usual sharpness gone.
...God, I just wanna bully her senseless.
My breathing was starting to steady, but I amped up the acting a notch.
"Haa... Haa..."
"...Sorry..."
I didn't think my acting was that great, but it seemed to hit her hard when her composure was shot like this.
"...Water first... Ngh, get some..."
"Got it. Just wait a sec."
Yoo Seol-ah sprang up and dashed to the living room. Seizing the chance, I snatched the electric massager from the floor and hopped onto the bed. I shoved it under the covers and started roughly plotting my next move before she got back.
Baek Sion looks seriously wrecked. Guilt gnawing at me, I rush to the fridge, fill a glass with ice-cold water, and hurry back to the bedroom.
For some reason, I'd let my mana slip out unconsciously. Baek Sion's lying there on the bed, face scrunched up, breathing in shallow gasps.
...What do I do? I must've gone too hard. It all happened so suddenly—I accidentally put some real force into it without thinking.
Okay, sure, I lied about the smell, but sniffing me like that was too much! Most of it was just on my chest anyway, and down below it was only lightly over my panties and dolphin shorts. Plus, I handle most physical stuff with a mana engine these days, so no smell at all!
But that's not the point... An indescribable wave of humiliation hit me, and my body reacted first.
...Still, it was my fault. I knelt beside him and lifted the glass.
"You okay? Can you drink it yourself...?"
He's clutching the blanket a little—must be tough even for that...? But Baek Sion's recovery was top-tier in every way...
Maybe the shock from such an unexpected attack hit him extra hard.
"...Feed me..."
He was the pretty-boy handsome type anyway, but this fragile vibe was stirring up some maternal instinct I didn't know I had. I propped up the back of his head gently and brought the glass to his lips, but he looked uncomfortable. Coughing, struggling to swallow.
...Should I do it mouth-to-mouth? I'd heard that's a way if they can't swallow liquids on their own...
I hesitated a bit, but seeing his scrunched-up face, I took a sip of water into my mouth. Propping his head up again, I pressed my lips to his and let the water flow. He seemed startled for a second, then obediently swallowed.
I pulled back after, but suddenly his hand clamped my nape.
What the—?
"Mmph!?... Mmmph!"
This wasn't just lips anymore—his tongue was...! His eyes were open, face perfectly fine. Before I could fight back, his other arm wrapped my waist, and he flipped us over.
Now I was under him. Lips finally parted, and now that I'd caught on, I glared up at Baek Sion.
Fragile my ass—this guy's a wolf...
"...Hey, what the hell are you—"
"Feels better after the water."
"You've been fine the whole time!"
Only then did he smirk. That smug look... so annoying.
"Was wondering if I'd have to ask you to feed me mouth-to-mouth, but you jumped right in."
"...Th-that was 'cause I thought you were really struggling... I never would've if I knew you'd pull this...!"
"...It was kinda rough."
"Ugh..."
Thinking back, the later part was definitely acting, but that initial punch? Real deal. I was annoyed, but yeah, it was partly my fault. As I stewed, Baek Sion yanked up my t-shirt and draped it over my arms.
"Hey, hey!"
It was all stretched out from sleepwear use, so he easily tied my wrists with it. Pretty tight—struggling didn't loosen it a bit.
"...Hah, you're stretching the shirt more...! Why do you love tying stuff so much...?"
"That's what you're worried about right now?"
"......"
Okay, fine, other things worry me more. But this Calvin Klein bra has decent coverage, kinda like a sports bra—subtle enough not to be too embarrassing. It peeks through the t-shirt anyway.
But even trying to play it cool, his gaze was locked on my chest and stomach.
...Super embarrassing after all.
Suddenly he rummaged under the covers and pulled out the electric massager. I'd seen him drop it earlier.
You were fine the whole time you climbed onto the bed, huh. I should've stayed calmer. Showing that weak act made me lose my cool...
"You called it a massager, right?"
"......"
Honestly, even I thought the "massager" excuse was lame. Most people have seen those in AVs or doujinshi way more than as actual massagers. No good comeback, so I clamped my mouth shut.
Baek Sion inspected it, then hit the button. Bzzz—the lowest setting wasn't too loud, but the round head vibrated clearly.
With my wrists bound and the whole setup, my body was heating up naturally. I'd just started masturbating when he interrupted, so I was already a bit worked up. Yesterday's session hadn't fully satisfied me either.
Mana absorption side effect was brutal—my body was hypersensitive now. Masturbation felt better than before, but I could never fully unwind solo. Needed his touch to truly satisfy.
Like I'm some bound item or whatever...
Seemingly new to it, Baek Sion fiddled, then set it to medium.
"...Ngh..."
As the buzz got closer, I instinctively wanted to bolt, but bound wrists left me twitching helplessly. Eyes squeezed shut, bracing for the pleasure—but it didn't hit my chest like expected.
"Hngh...?"
A little below my navel. Women's bodies have that slight pouch there no matter what, and he was pressing the massager lightly against it.
Ticklish, but not really pleasurable? Wondering what he was up to, it hit me, and I snorted.
"...Hah, seriously. Stop reading doujinshi already!"
That uterine massage thing? I'd seen it in smut doujins too, but that's fantasy.
"No way that works in reality..."
...What was that chill just now? Words caught in my throat.
No response—he just kept adjusting. His eyes gleamed, then back to the spot.
"......"
...I'd felt pleasure building in my lower belly during sex before, but it wasn't just imagination? Actually pinpointed to my uterus? And now with vibration on top of pressure, a weird sensation converged there.
"How's it feel?"
"...Hah, just do somewhere else. Doesn't feel like anyth— Ngh♡!?"
Suddenly he pressed harder. The ballooning chill burst like a pinprick. A small climax—my hips bucked, grinding my belly into the massager.
"Hngh, haaht!"
...No freaking way. Karote, if I see you again, I'm demanding an AS...
Said it'd be fine for daily life, but clearly not...!
"Hrnght♡!?... Ah, haaaang!... St-stop, pleeease...! Haaang♡!?"
Squirt—fluid sprays from Yoo Seol-ah's pussy nonstop. Just the massager on her belly made her cum multiple times without touching elsewhere. Now with insertion, every hip thrust triggered back-to-back orgasms.
Deep inside while the outside got vibed too—her eyes rolled back ages ago. Tear-and-drool-smeared face had zero trace of her usual poise; just watching built my urge to cum.
"Ngh♡!... Ah, haa, hrnggh♡!? Th-this... too much!... Hic! Oogh♡!"
Endless climaxes cut her words short; hips jerked wildly. Her moans lost all cuteness, just ragged breaths fighting the pleasure.
Her near-constant orgasms clenched her insanely tight, vibrations transmitting to my dick indirectly. Couldn't hold back anymore.
"Hnght♡!?... Hot, aaaah... haaaang♡!"
Even dazed, her lower half was lively, squeezing and milking like it wouldn't stop till it drained me dry.
I killed the massager power briefly, riding post-nut haze. Yoo Seol-ah started coming to a bit—good, no blackout like last time. Her pace was too fast, so I finished quick out of necessity.
"...Hngh. Untie this first..."
No strength left, but she could talk—trembling eyes flicked up.
I undid the t-shirt knot. Deep breath, then:
"...Haa, can't move... Wash me..."
"Sure..."
I scooped her up to the bathroom. With arms limp, I handled everything—full service.
"Hnght!?... G-gentler... Aang... Ngh!... No, just go hard!"
Washing her whole-body erogenous zone post-marathon orgasms? No easy task.