Cold Beauty Kwon Dohee's Teasing Handjob and 69
'Oh fuck. Ugh... ugh... damn, this place is just too damn stimulating.'
Seohwi quickly averted his gaze, focusing his mind on the training as he turned his eyes to her back. He slowly drizzled the aroma oil onto Dohee's back. Then he began pressing into her back in earnest.
As he massaged Dohee's back, Seohwi scanned her body again with the Detection Vision skill.
'Why... can't I see it...? No fatigue or blocked qi meridians anywhere...?'
'There was definitely that bluish glow before...'
Seohwi decided to give it his best shot anyway and started the oil massage. True to her athletic build, Dohee's skin was incredibly firm, and under the dim lighting, the shadows of her subtle muscles revealed just how diligently she maintained herself. Swallowing dryly, Seohwi continued gliding his hands over her smooth back. He could see faint indentations where her bra straps had been. A sudden spark of curiosity—or mischief—made him trace those marks with his fingertips.
'Ngh, hnn...!'
Dohee let out a small breath, snapping Seohwi back to reality as he resumed the massage. As he worked diligently, breathing heavily, Dohee raised both arms above her head. The sensual shift of her wing bones across her sleek back stirred him. In that moment, he pressed too hard, and his hands slipped downward from her back, brushing the side of her pressed breast.
Seohwi yanked his hand away in an instant, apologizing in a flustered voice.
"S-sorry!"
Dohee played it cool, saying it was fine—mistakes happened even with clients—and instructed him to move to the head of the bed to massage her trapezius and upper back.
Seohwi let out a sigh of relief and resumed. But... the unusually icy Dohee, and the firm bounce of her breasts that didn't match her demeanor at all, kept swirling in his mind. Standing at her head, gazing at her trapezius and sleek back, he could only marvel. Her deeply arched spine flanked by those gentle rises on either side, and at the runway's end... Dohee's panties peeking out just a bit.
His hands moved mechanically through the motions, but Seohwi was gradually getting aroused.
'The top cold bitch in the whole building, stripping her top for me?'
Suddenly, blood rushed to his sponge, and he felt his cock stirring to life.
"From that position, push straight down to her waist in one long stroke."
Caught off guard by Dohee's direction, Seohwi bent at the waist and slid his hands down to her lower back. Dohee was inwardly impressed by his skillful pressure control and how he intuitively found the muscle fibers despite being a newbie. She'd heard he was a parachute hire, but at this rate, he'd be a pro in no time. Before she knew it, she'd forgotten this was training, entrusting her languid body to him as her eyes drifted shut.
That's when she felt something odd against her head. Seohwi's pants brushed her hair, and there was a distinct bulge in the middle.
'This guy...?! He's turned on, huh?'
A playful impulse struck Dohee.
'Maybe tease him a bit?'
"Hey, enough with the back. Let's do the front for a sec."
"Grab a towel and massage the collarbone and stomach."
"Got it! One sec!"
As Seohwi draped the large towel over her back, Dohee flipped over beneath it to lie face-up. She barely stifled a laugh seeing his awkward lower half as he fetched the towel. Seohwi started again from her head, applying oil to her collarbones and pressing firmly up to just above her towel-covered breasts.
'Does she work out a ton...? Her skin's so damn taut...'
'Towel or not, one slip and I'd see her nipples. Gotta be careful.'
Seohwi hunched over to hide his raging erection and kept massaging. Then Dohee suddenly glared up at him.
"Hey, Kim Seohwi! What's that in your pants? Pitching a tent during training? How am I supposed to teach like this?"
"It's brushing my head— you doing that on purpose?"
Her words hit home, leaving Seohwi flustered. But he decided to speak up.
"S-Senior, honestly, the situation's a bit stimulating right now. It's a natural reaction—please don't make a big deal out of it."
"Oh, listen to you!"
"Truth is, being alone in the treatment room with someone as hot and fit as you... it's a lot for me."
"Just ignore it, okay?"
Dohee had meant it as light teasing, but his serious response made her feel like she'd gone too far.
"No, I wasn't... making a big deal. I just... mentioned it!"
"Even casual comments from you can put me in a tough spot..."
"You... holding back a lot right now?"
"...Yeah."
"You... got a girlfriend?"
"No."
"Never had one?"
"Nope."
"Never?"
"No!"
"You did?"
"No, never!"
"...Sorry."
"It's fine... I'll keep going."
As Seohwi continued the collarbone massage, Dohee suddenly asked,
"So, you've never fucked a girl even once?"
"Why ask something like that...?"
"Nope..." (Minus penetration, anyway.)
"Oh."
"Why?"
"Sorry..."
"Yeah..."
After a brief silence, Dohee asked again.
"When was the last time you jerked off?"
"Wh-what do you mean 'jerked off'?"
"You know exactly what. When'd you last beat your meat?"
Seohwi was thrown by the vulgarity from the iron-clad ice queen he'd seen moments ago. And... his cock twitched at the thought of 'This is kinda hot!'
"Uh... dunno. Been a while..." (I did drain it, but not by my own hand.)
Hearing that, Dohee reached out toward his pants, fumbling until she found the swollen bulge of his cock.
"Hey, hold still."
Switching back to ice queen mode, she commanded him imperiously. Flustered, Seohwi froze as she found the zipper and pulled it down. She slipped her hand inside, groping until she grasped his cock, kneading it briefly.
"You did good on the massage today. Big sis'll give you a reward."
"Huh...?!"
"Sis'll jerk you off. Drop your pants."
Seohwi had been puzzled by the missing qi meridians, and her sudden aggression felt off.
'No qi meridians, but is the Scent Dominator skill kicking in somehow? Nah, she's not exploding with lust...'
Pretending to hesitate, he unbuckled his belt to let her pull them down easily. He slid his pants down slowly. Through his drawers, his heartbeat-throbbing cock strained against the thin fabric.
"Pants off, lie on the bed."
Dohee, still clutching the towel over her chest, slid off the bed. Seohwi stripped his underwear and lay back, mortified by his lone, rock-hard erection standing proud in the awkward air.
Dohee gripped his throbbing cock and began stroking up and down slowly.
"Your dick's not bad."
"Hah, hah..."
Seohwi's mind was a haze; only moans and ragged breaths answered.
With a blank expression, Dohee pumped his shaft like a pro masseuse, adjusting pressure perfectly.
"Haa... Senior, your hand... feels... too good..."
"Quiet. Think of it as part of training. This tip's super sensitive, huh?"
She spat on the glans mid-stroke, rubbing it in with her thumb. Seohwi writhed, calves cramping from the intensity of this new sensation.
As she kept jerking, Dohee felt a twinge of arousal herself. She'd started this, but the mood was pulling her in too.
She paused and said,
"First lesson today—good job, here's a bonus."
She untied the towel covering her chest. Instinctively, Seohwi's eyes locked on her breasts—smaller than Chae-ah's but perfectly proportioned, nipples erect. Without thinking, he reached out and grabbed one.
"Hey, you!!!"
"Ah, s-sorry! I didn't mean—"
"Keep going."
Dohee didn't hate it; she wanted more. Seohwi kneaded her perky tits wildly as she jerked him, teetering on the edge.
Then, "Won't cum from hands alone?" She leaned in and took his cock in her mouth.
Seohwi's breath hitched; no moan escaped as ecstasy froze him.
'The harsh senior from seconds ago... now sucking my dick like it's normal?'
Dohee swirled her tongue around the glans while sucking, watching his reactions and going harder.
Suddenly, she pulled off, stripped her uniform pants and panties, climbed onto the bed, and positioned into 69, grabbing his cock again.
"Suck mine too."
At her command, Seohwi dazedly admired the pussy before him—not waxed smooth like Chae-ah's, but naturally trimmed with a normal bush. Her puckered anus above twitched invitingly.
Dohee stroked casually at first, but her growing wetness made mutual play feel right. As Seohwi fingered her slick folds and lapped at her, she lost her stoic facade, slamming her face onto his cock with a muffled cry.
"Ah... aaah! Seohwi... your tongue... ngh! Ahhn!"
Her firm thighs clenched his face in spasms. Seohwi licked and sucked harder, teasing her asshole gently.
Not to be outdone, Dohee ramped up suction and speed. The room filled with wet, lewd slurps as they sensed each other's stomachs twitching.
The hot, velvety pressure in her mouth pushed Seohwi over; fresh, steaming semen hit her palate as she moaned around his cock, "Mmmphhh!!!" Her clit throbbed in his mouth, orgasm crashing simultaneously.
Locked in bliss, neither released—cock from mouth, pussy from lips—as they convulsed together. Dohee considered spitting but swallowed, feeling his tongue still buried, then licked every drop from his shaft.
