Chapter 81
A massage here too... I definitely need it. My head's a little dizzy from Baek Sion's scent, but I'm not some massive pervert. There's no way I could masturbate in someone else's house.
"Hoo..."
But for some reason, my muscles feel extra tight today... Well, I did rearrange everything from the fridge to the sofa, practically moving house with the furniture. I applied shelf liners, laid down rugs—it was no joke. Even if I used magic instead of physical labor, I handled the same workload, so don't I deserve a reward?
That line of thinking made me strongly feel like I should give myself a little massage. Yeah, just a massage, nothing more. I'm seeing my parents tomorrow; I can't show up looking all whiny.
I decided to start with my shoulders and slowly brought my right hand to my left one.
"......"
The soft, squishy sensation under my fingers. Not feeling much, I closed my eyes and squeezed harder. Then, maybe because of the scent permeating the bed, it started feeling oddly like Baek Sion was kneading my shoulders.
"...Ngh."
My natural strength is weak, and self-massaging has its limits, so I shouldn't feel anything much on my own. But contrary to expectations, a strange sensation was slowly creeping through my whole body.
It's not the refreshing coolness of a normal massage. It's not even starting from my shoulders—it's spreading from my lower abdomen. Far from cool, it's this ticklish, chilling tingle building up, making me feel even more pent-up.
If it gets more frustrating, what's the point of the massage? ...I really just wanted to do this innocently, but he's the one who left me in a state where I can't even massage properly. It's all Baek Sion's fault.
At this rate, I really have no choice but to relieve this new frustration instead of the muscle knots. I slowly slid my hand from my shoulder downward.
"...Nnh..."
I haven't even massaged my breasts yet—just a light touch—and if I don't cover my mouth, my voice slips out naturally. I'm fully clothed, but I can tell the center of my chest feels different brushing against my bra.
Bringing my other hand near my thigh, I feel a slight dampness. ...If it's like this right from the start, isn't this dangerous? Still, it's just to ease the frustration, so I slipped my hand under my top and began gently kneading my breast.
It doesn't feel like a coincidence that my movements mimic the way Baek Sion's touched me before.
Seol-ah likes pretty much any food, but on a late night like this, I wonder what she'd love most. There was frozen fried rice in the fridge, but I just want to cook something fresh for her. Her eager eating face is too cute.
Thinking of hungry Seol-ah, I dashed to the convenience store, grabbed some low-alcohol drinks and sodas, and checked out. She might not drink tonight, but next time she visits, she'll grab them herself. Knowing how weak she is to booze, I've switched to fruit sodas.
Should I make something with warm broth? Pondering recipes with what I have at home, I arrived at her building and headed straight to the third floor, unlocking the door.
"Brought booze and drinks. Hungry, right?"
"......"
But Seol-ah was buried under the blanket up to her head, facing away—no immediate reply. I told her to rest if tired, but is she really worn out? We revamped the club room today, but for her, that's nothing.
She crafts intricate ice flowers in seconds; simple telekinesis magic wouldn't tire her.
"Seol-ah, asleep?"
"...Ah, you're back...?"
I could tell she was stirring a bit, not asleep, and sure enough, she replied. She turned her head toward me very slowly. Her sluggish response felt off—she doesn't talk like that unless drowsy, but she doesn't seem sleepy.
"Yeah. On the way, I thought... anything you wanna eat? Something quick..."
"...I'm good for now. Come here for a sec."
I approached the bed at her words, instantly noticing she was off. Face flushed red, breathing a bit ragged. No sweat—maybe her constitution—but she looked feverish.
"You sick or something?"
"...No."
As expected. Weather's fickle, but she can't get sick. So what could cause this... Before I connected the dots, she called me.
"...Baek Sion."
"Yeah?"
"Massage me."
She pulled the blanket down a bit, exposing her upper body. Something was weird—she'd tucked her tee into her skirt earlier, but now it was loose. Before I could speak, she rolled onto her stomach.
"...Knead my lower back."
It didn't feel like just a massage, but her voice had this compelling edge, so I went with it. For a proper lower back rub, straddling works best. I climbed onto the bed, settling above her perky butt, knees bracing as I reached for her waist. Face in the pillow, she added:
"Not over the clothes..."
"......"
I had no choice but to hike up her tee. Ignoring her bra line peeking out, I kneaded softly, and her body started trembling.
"Hnn... Ngh."
I knew she was sensitive. Last bath time, she giggled and moaned from tickles. But this wasn't that. She was blatantly feeling it.
Wondering what happened while I was gone, I kept going.
"Hnnngh... Ngh..."
I knew her waist was erogenous, but this reaction needs serious arousal. Her intent clear now, one hand pressed firmly while the other traced her dimples with a single finger.
"Hik!?..."
Face down, no expression, but her body tensed, gripping the sheets—I knew her state.
"Haaah... Move for a sec..."
I shifted; she flipped onto her back, eyes glazed. The gap from her usual sharp gaze always arouses me. Brakes apparently failed, she guided my hand to her breast.
"...Massage here too."
...No one could stay sane hearing that.
"Ah, hnnngh!? Ugh!... W-Wait...!"
I have no idea how many times I've climaxed. Each peak heightens sensitivity; now I'm barely conscious. The problem? Baek Sion has no intention of stopping.
My initial lust is long gone, but I tempted him too blatantly—he's the aroused one now. My head's filled only with overwhelming pleasure beyond limits.
Shouldn't have suggested inner massage... "Haaah♡!?... Nnhaaa♡!..."
Doggy's too intense; I can't even support myself. Upper body collapses, but he grips my waist, hips elevated, taking every thrust.
Obviously multiple orgasms in doggy, but it didn't end there.
"Eek!?... W-What...!"
With minimal mana, strength's no issue. Post-climax, collapsed—he lifts me by the arms, stepping off the bed.
...Standing doggy? My legs are longish, but shorter than his... Unease hit as he gripped my hips, lifting.
Feet off the ground—terror surged.
"W-Wai...!"
I tried to speak, but insane pleasure cut me off.
"Haaaangh!?"
Floating mid-air penetration—first time. Beyond physical bliss, the helplessness of lost control wrecked my mind. Our size difference made me feel like a toy with each piston, amplifying the ecstasy waves.
"...Nngh..."
Today I learned intense pleasure can blank your mind. Sunlight means morning... Bed's small; waking up, we're naked, entwined. His innocent sleeping face draws a wry smile.
...Who knew flipping the switch turns this guy beastly. Looking back, yesterday's pleasure peaked hardest... Though ignoring my pleas for rest pissed me off a bit.
Petty revenge—I poked his closed-eyed cheek.
"...Idiot. You're making me act all pervy..."
"Not me—you're just like that."
"Eeeek!?... Hey!... Say something if you're awake...!"
Playing possum to embarrass me...! And thinking I'm naturally lewd? He doesn't know, but Karote confirmed: lust grows with love. So, not my fault alone.