Chapter 291: A Pleasant Ellis (4)
Lee Ho-yeon continued kneading Ellis's thigh as he spoke. "We had jjajangmyeon to celebrate the move. Oh, you don't order delivery food like that, do you?" His gaze stayed fixed on her thigh. He deliberately avoided meeting her eyes. This conversation was meant to feel like casual chit-chat during a massage—nothing with deeper significance.
Ellis froze at his words, quickly stopping the thumb that had been secretly rubbing her nipple. She glanced at him slyly, but thankfully, he didn't seem to have noticed. "Uh, yeah. Our chef's really good at cooking." She was a bit flustered by the sudden topic but managed a calm reply. There was no reason for her to order takeout. They had a private chef who came to the house every day.
"In Korea, it's customary to do that when you move." "Well, I do eat it sometimes. I know about the culture too..." Ellis instinctively agreed with him. She didn't want to stray from the rhythm of the conversation he was leading.
"Hmm. It must be pretty different from French food, but you adapt fast. As for me..." Lee Ho-yeon kept talking to her, continuing the massage but dialing back the intensity from before. He watched her expression closely. Just moments ago, she'd had her eyes closed, unconsciously touching her own breasts. Now, she was biting her lip.
"...Yeah." Ellis pondered his words. Why is he suddenly chatting like this? Of course, she knew the reason. Professionals often made small talk to ease tension. It wasn't strange. She understood that. But why now...? Right when it was getting good. Right before she could fully surrender to the massage's sensations. A little more, and it would've been perfect. Ellis felt a pang of regret. Still, it wasn't all for nothing. Watching him urgently steer the conversation, she thought, Push and pull is working perfectly. The memory of writhing in pleasure and groping her own chest seemed to have vanished. With a look of reluctant acceptance, she met his eyes and kept the talk going.
"For your internship, do you go with that secretary of yours? Guess I'll get to see her face too."
"...Uh, yeah."
But Lee Ho-yeon's perfectly calibrated pressure made it impossible for her to focus on the conversation. Even as they talked, it felt like someone was stroking her pussy. This wasn't a situation for proper dialogue. Every time his hand moved, Ellis swallowed hard. The massage didn't stop amid their chat. It was a wicked hand, designed to scatter her attention. Sure, this was a normal massage technique, but the more it went on, the better it felt. Her body, flushed red with embarrassment, had grown so sensitive that even she couldn't understand it.
"Oh, right. Where'd you find your gardener? Your house's garden was impressive."
"Th-that was my secretary... mm, as a hobby."
"Ah, got it."
Squeeze—
Lee Ho-yeon's touch grew firmer. The mana that had been lightly brushing her pussy now solidified into shape and moved with purpose.
"Haa... haa... hng, ah..."
Of course, Ellis felt it too. Her head spun with the unnaturally good sensation... "Does it hurt a lot? Your mana circuits must be really damaged. I feel even more sorry since it's kinda my fault."
"...No, it's not."
Every time she heard the concern in his voice, Ellis felt ashamed. He was acting like a total pro, but she was the one lost in these thoughts. If it was just a normal massage, she could relax and let go... Her pride was always the problem. Last time, she'd raged about sexual harassment after it ended, only to be amazed by the results. This would be the same. From experience, the better it felt, the better the effects. That naturally reduced her wariness about his hands on her body.
"Then you just need to tidy up the house."
His nonchalant continuation of the chat only made Ellis more embarrassed.
"...Want me to introduce you to our cleaning lady? Our place will be empty next week anyway."
He and she were both heading to France. Since he'd found someone to clean his empty house, adding one more shouldn't be a big deal.
"Ah... no, it's fine."
"...? Well, the house won't be empty, ah."
Only then did Ellis realize. Lee Ho-yeon had been secretly living with a woman since the dorm days. No way she'd move out now that he had a house. It was obvious, but she'd forgotten.
"Yeah. The house won't be empty. Lots of people there."
"...Isn't it just two?"
Ellis narrowed her eyes at his words. Had he added more live-in girlfriends in the meantime?
"Yeah. You know Nam Da-eun, right? Turns out she and her little sister had nowhere to go, so I'm putting them up."
"What the hell does that—hng?!"
Ellis twisted her body. His hand had delved between her legs. Truth be told, she hadn't been paying much attention to the conversation up to now. She'd been too focused on the sensations for his words to register properly. Her sensitized body craved only his touch, making it impossible to concentrate. And now, this shocking revelation left her at a loss. One woman was bad enough, but multiple? Even her trash-of-a-father would be shocked.
"Three women... ah, ah, ah... aah!"
But she couldn't finish. His fingers reached her clitoris. The soft, gentle touch vanished, replaced by waves of exquisite pleasure. An unbearable ecstasy surged back.
Squelch—
Lee Ho-yeon ignored her words, pressing and kneading her pussy, teasing around her clit. Her sexy jawline and collarbone. Sleek shoulders. Hips accentuated by her slim waist. Slender ankles. Delicate fingers. Her body seemed sculpted from every feminine allure that drove men wild. Seeing such a woman react to his touch filled him with immense pride as a man.
"Stay still. Too much movement could hurt you. Relax your body, let the tension go."
"Ha, ah... ngh..."
Ellis followed his words and loosened up, but her mind remained chaotic. What the hell is this? She'd thought he was interested in her. Would a guy normally tell a woman he's playing hard-to-get about stuff like that? Exposing his flaws when he should be hiding them. Maybe it was all her delusion. If she were a guy, she wouldn't say something like that to a woman she liked.
No, that's a different issue...
But Ellis shoved the thought aside. She already knew he was a weirdo. A playboy... That's just how he was. Yeah, that made sense. This flirt was definitely after her. It didn't matter how many women he had. What counted was using those feelings to control him. She couldn't show panic here. Ellis pushed his words from her mind as best she could. The mana massage was what mattered now. She could gauge his reaction after. If it really was push-and-pull, she'd know then.
"Ah, aah... huu...!"
Before she knew it, her legs had spread wide under his hands. Her most private place was fully exposed to his view.
Squelch—
"Hng, ngh... haang... hup."
"It's fine. Don't be embarrassed—let out sounds if you want."
This massage's goal was clean and quick. Not chasing after Ellis, but making her pursue him. Lee Ho-yeon stroked her soft body. The mana circuit expansion was done, but she didn't care. She seemed to have deluded herself that the caresses were part of the massage.
Squelch—
Squelch—
"Haa... ah, hng... ngh, ngh. Ngh. Nngh...!"
The feel of a man's fingers directly on her clit. Second time, but it felt even better than before. Lewd thoughts crept in, like wondering if her shape was pretty compared to other women. She couldn't stop the cute moans from her lips or the pussy gushing fluids. Her legs had spread wide, begging for his hand.
"Ah, ah... hng, hng... ah..."
"Keep your eyes closed. Almost done."
His hand moved up, down, side to side, rapidly stimulating her soaked clit. His index and middle fingers slipped gently into her entrance, scraping the upper wall and lifting her body.
"Haa, ah... ahng... ha, heeek..."
Staccato moans like hiccups. A floating sensation as if her body might lift off. Pleasure piled up so fast she couldn't swallow the saliva pooling in her mouth. It was coming soon. The climax she'd hit multiple times from the massage. Worlds apart from solo play.
"Hng, ah... stop, stop..."
"It's okay. Just accept it."
"No... ngh, ah... haat, st, op..."
Her lower body tensed, her head throbbing. At times like this, she inevitably clung to Lee Ho-yeon. Fear of going too far made her beg him to stop, yet she anticipated what followed—a contradictory impulse women knew but couldn't resist. Lee Ho-yeon smiled faintly as Ellis gripped his arm tight.
"Feels good?"
"Y-yeah... it feels good... so, hua, ah... ooh...!"
Ellis let out animalistic moans. She couldn't hold back. It made her feel stupid, mindless with ecstasy. She hated losing rationality to beastly pleasure, but she didn't want to refuse.
"Hng, o, ohng... hup, heek, heeek... haang...! Ah, aaang!"
The pleasure built inside her exploded at once. Her hips bucked wildly, beyond control.
"Ha, agh... hup... ah, ah... haa..."
A pleasant fatigue washed over her whole body, tinged with slight emptiness. At least she hadn't passed out like last time—her pride intact. Turning her unfocused eyes, she saw Lee Ho-yeon's tired expression. He was wiping his hands with a nearby towel. Realizing the slick fluid on those hands came from her made Ellis blush again.
"Whew... good work, Ellis."
"...Mm."
"We can do it in France next time. I can feel your body's improving bit by bit."
"...Yeah."
Indeed, her body was getting better each session. The baseline of her mana felt higher with every massage.
"Anyway. See you at the academy tomorrow."
"..."
Ellis drew her legs together and looked at him. He shook the moisture from his hands with the towel, stood, and seemed intent on keeping things strictly business. As she stared silently, Lee Ho-yeon met her gaze quietly before speaking.
"If you're uncomfortable, want me to wash you?"
"Ah, no. I'm fine."
"Kidding. I'm out."
Lee Ho-yeon left the room just like that. No excuses about the women he lived with—gone in a flash.
"..."
Ellis blinked in the quiet hospital room. Thoughts swirled. About Lee Ho-yeon. About herself. The massage. Men and women. Calming her ragged breaths and cooling her heat, she closed her eyes. One thought lingered in her mind.
"...Should've asked him to wash me after all."