Elise (4)
Elise turned onto her back, one hand drifting up to cover her chest, her legs crossing to hide what lay between them. The reluctance was instinctive. She had steeled herself before rolling over, but there was nothing she could do about the heat flooding into her face.
Ho-yeon paid it no mind. He squeezed oil into his palms and rubbed them together until the slick warmth spread through his hands.
"Ready?"
"...Yeah."
"You planning to keep your hands up the whole time? I need to massage there too."
"...I'll put them down when you get there."
Elise glanced at her own chest, then at Ho-yeon as their eyes met — and squeezed hers shut. She did not have it in her to look him in the face while showing him her breasts.
Ho-yeon began spreading the warmed oil across her stomach. The sticky film followed the lines of her smooth skin, circling her navel, sliding along her flanks, then climbing back up to the underside of her breasts. He did not forget to stretch the mana circuits along the front of her body, and all the while his mana kept teasing her clitoris.
"Ah... haah... haaah..."
Heat spilled from Elise's lips. Between her crossed thighs, slickness began to leak.
"Want to move your hands? It'll be over soon."
Elise cracked her eyes open. There he was, working over her body, soaked through with sweat from how long the massage had already gone on. The way he wiped around his eyes with his forearm so the sweat wouldn't sting was... surprisingly attractive.
While he checked the box he had brought, she let her gaze drop. Through the thin fabric of his pants, his cock was unmistakably hard. The same cock that had gone in and out of other women's pussies more times than she could count. She had watched the videos often enough to be sure. At that size, he was fully erect. Looking at her body had done that to him.
Somehow, the thought did not repulse her. Whether it was because she had seen that thing so many times already, or because she was attracted to his face, she could not say. Or maybe it was simply that her own pussy was already soaked. She was this wet — of course he could get excited too. He was a man, after all. And a small, unexpected flicker of confidence stirred in her at the idea that she had aroused him. This was the first time she had shown her body to the opposite sex. If he was this hard, it meant her body was worth looking at.
Lim Sol. The twins, Lucy and Rumi. Baek A-young. Mun Su-rin. Ho-yeon had been chasing beautiful women like that, and even he was getting hard over her. She could allow herself to think she held up just fine against the others.
Lost in those thoughts, Elise slowly lowered the hands covering her chest. Exposed to the air, her nipples were already stiff and erect. He had never even touched around her breasts, and she was already this far gone.
Then his hands climbed onto her. A shiver raced down her spine. Thick oil enveloped her flesh, kneading and squeezing, and the simple fact of a man touching her breasts sent something strange and unfamiliar twisting through her.
"Haah, hahh..."
Ho-yeon let out a tired breath, and it reached all the way to her face — warmth, and with it a pleasant scent that was not artificial. She would have to ask him later what kind of mouthwash he used.
"Nnhh..."
As if he had no intention of letting her think about anything so mundane, Ho-yeon found her nipples. He rolled them between thumb and forefinger, then pressed his palms down and kneaded her breasts in full. It felt less like a massage and more like a man satisfying his own hunger. But the more he did it, the wider her mana circuits stretched, and Elise could not bring herself to protest. The results were undeniable.
The stimulation against her lower belly grew even more intense. Both things had started the moment he began touching her chest. Was there some causal link between the massage and this sweet, spreading pleasure?
"Haaang... nnhh..."
Ho-yeon focused his assault on her breasts and nipples. He touched other places here and there, but anyone watching would have seen he was mainly groping her chest. Of course, he still made sure to widen her mana circuits so he would not raise suspicion. Until now he had mostly worked on her back, so plenty of circuits along the front remained unopened. Punching through those would give her the distinct impression that the massage was working.
He could not neglect her clit and pussy either. While he rolled and pinched her nipples, his mana kept working her clitoris. Pleasure piled up in Elise's body until she twisted her limbs and writhed — but every time she moved, his hands pinned her back down.
"It's okay. Just let it happen."
"Let it... nnh...! This is weird... ah, ah, aahh..."
Elise lifted and dropped her hips, spilling slick with every motion. It was coming again. That climax was building again.
"Haah, haah... hahk, aahh... ahhnn...!"
Good. It felt so good. Surrendering herself to his hands, Elise trembled.
"Okay. Easy now."
"Haah... ah?"
Just before she could tip over the edge, Ho-yeon stopped the flow of his mana. He left her stiff nipples alone and moved his hands upward. After touching her this many times, he could read the timing of her orgasm well enough. Having cut the mana just short of her peak, he shifted to her shoulders, her arms, the nape of her neck — places the oil had not reached.
"Refreshing, isn't it?"
"Yeah. Yeah..."
With the sexual stimulation gone, she could focus on the sensation of her mana circuits opening. But the mana flowing through them felt weaker than before. The moment he stopped caressing her, he had also dialed back how much he was using.
Having finished her upper body, Ho-yeon moved down toward her lower half as she lay there.
"We're doing the lower body now. Stay focused."
"...Okay."
He started from the tips of her toes.
What a strange feeling.
As the daughter of a well-off family, Elise had plenty of opportunities to get massages. A stranger's hands on her soles, working between her toes — that was not unfamiliar. But this feeling was something else entirely.
"Ah, nn... mmm..."
As the mana circuits in her lower body opened, a cool sensation washed through her — and at the same time, a throb started between her legs. Ho-yeon had begun moving his mana again. Because he had stopped her just short of climax, he started with the less sensitive areas rather than going straight for the most sensitive ones.
"Mmm... hahh. Hahh..."
He brushed around her clitoris and along the folds of her inner lips, slowly easing the tension. Elise let out small moans in response. But it was not that cool, refreshing feeling from before.
...It's not enough.
The feeling that overtook her shame was frustration. Her face burned at the thought of wanting this during what was supposed to be a treatment, but she could not help it. He had stopped her right at the edge. Even Elise could not endure that.
Before long, the hands massaging her legs climbed to her thighs. A woman's most private place — he was touching right next to it. The hands working her thighs pushed steadily inward.
"Nn, nnh... a-are you doing there too?"
"Don't worry. It won't hurt."
That was not what she was worried about. But his hands, as if refusing her protest, slid inward along her groin with the slick oil. Then they found the clitoris he had been teasing so gently — and rubbed.
"Haah... ah...?! Nnhh! Nnh!"
Elise's hips jerked. The stimulation of a man's actual hand was nothing like being touched with mana. She had been stuck, unable to feel the pleasure properly — and the moment his fingers made contact, she had no choice but to give in.
I can't stop this.
How was she supposed to stop something that felt this good?
"Spread your legs."
A filthy line you would only hear when a man and a woman were about to have sex. Elise did not answer. She just spread her legs. She was soaked enough to be a little embarrassed, but he had used so much oil that maybe it would pass.
Better slather on plenty of oil.
Ho-yeon coated his hand thickly. It was for her sake. A dry hand sinking into a dripping pussy would only embarrass her. With his oil-slicked fingers, he rubbed her pussy directly. She was too far gone in the pleasure to think straight — and he needed to push things as far as he could while he had the chance.
"Haah, aahh. Mmm... nnhh... haang..."
Elise made sounds she had never made in her life — sweet, coaxing moans, the sounds of a female in heat. Her body twisted beyond her control, and filthy noises spilled from her mouth. She could not believe she was even capable of acting this lewd.
The scent of the candles that had filled the room began to fade, overtaken by the smell of male and female, of raw, obscene musk. Without realizing it, Elise sank into the atmosphere.
"Ah, aahh... mmph..."
Ho-yeon pinched and lifted one nipple with one hand and worked her clit with the other. He found the spots that made her react and moved faster.
"Ah, hahh... nnh... this..."
Was this right? It felt so good her mind was going blank. But was this really a massage? Her breasts and pussy being fondled, her mouth hanging open as she panted — did she look like someone receiving a massage? Wouldn't he think she was disgusting?
"How is it? Does it feel okay?"
His earnest voice cut through, and Elise stopped worrying.
"...It's not... ba— nnh, i-it's good. It's good..."
Saying it felt good was too embarrassing, so she had tried to say it was not bad — but his fingers intensified as if telling her not to lie, and Elise confessed the truth.
It's good. It's so good...
Before she knew it, both of her legs were spread wide, making it easy for him to touch her.
"I-it's good. I'm, I'm gonna— nnh..."
Her toes pointed. Her breathing turned ragged. Her mouth fell open. The hands gripping the massage table's handles clenched into fists, hard enough to break them. Then the finger that had been working her clit slipped inside her entrance.
"Ah, aahh... ahhnnngh... kkh... hahk, haaahk... nnnnngh!"
Elise threw her head back and came. All the pleasure that had been building crashed over her like a flood. Every time his finger scraped inside her pussy, her body jerked and sprayed slick.
"Haaahh...! Haaah... ah, aaaang...!"
"Easy. Just let your body go."
"Hahk, haah... haaah... nnh, kkhh...!"
How was she supposed to just let her body go? Warm, slick, wet, and yet so soft — the feeling of a man's rough skin against her most precious place.
This is weird. This is so weird... it feels good. It feels too, too good...!
Obscene wet sounds filled her ears as his fingers pushed deeper and harder into her pussy.
"Nnh, mmph...! W-wait a second."
Elise fought through the oncoming pleasure, gasping for breath as she grabbed his thick arm. No matter how she looked at it, this was not right. Was it the risk of her virginity being damaged? The moment his fingers pushed deep past her entrance, her reason came flooding back. She understood the importance of a girl's virginity better than anyone. Fingers going that far inside her pussy — could you really call this a mana massage? Even if it was a mana massage, this... this was not okay, was it?
"Th-this. Wait. This is a little..."
"It's fine. It's supposed to feel good."
Ho-yeon did not stop moving his fingers, even as she spoke. Of course, he was careful not to damage her hymen. He was going to take that himself. He stimulated the area around her entrance and rubbed her clit.
"W-wait. Hwah, hwaahh... nnh..."
Elise wanted to say something else in response to his matter-of-fact tone, but holding back the pleasure was too hard. It felt like the female instinct buried in her chest was holding her back.
"Mana circuits are part of the nervous system... so if one side feels good, the other side improves too. If we stop here, everything we've done so far will be wasted. Don't worry. Just relax."
It was complete bullshit, of course. Ho-yeon knew that even as the words left his mouth. But what mattered was the atmosphere, the excuse, the pretext. Whether the words were true or not was irrelevant. As long as it was bullshit Elise could buy even a little, it was fine.
"...I-is that... nnh... so?"
A shiver of pleasure ran through Elise's entire body. The grip on his arm weakened.
I don't know anymore.
She could not let everything they had done so far go to waste. The only feeling Elise had left was this: she did not want that hand to stop.