The Saintess Is So Wicked (1)
Swish.
"……."
Right before my eyes, Seonho slowly began taking off his outer jacket.
The thought that the training had finally begun made me bite my lip without realizing it. I wanted to respond calmly, as usual, since this was just training, but my eyes kept following his every movement on their own.
He draped the jacket over a chair and started loosening his tie, and before I knew it, my gaze had drifted after him. Even the simplest motions left this strange feeling stamped in my mind.
H-he's just taking off his clothes like anyone normally would, that's all….
So why did it feel like I couldn't breathe? Was my throat going dry simply because I wasn't used to being around men? Or was it because my feelings for Seonho were something special, so that even the simple act of training made me this tense….
"Um, Isabel?"
"Hoo, hoo, hooo…."
"…Isabel?"
"…Y-yes?! N-no, it's nothing! I-I wasn't staring at you or anything, I was, um, just trying to get used to men, that's all…."
"No, that's not it. Just calm down and listen for a second."
"……Yes."
Oh, what do I do.
I'd been so startled that I felt like I'd blurted out every unnecessary thing I could have kept to myself. Surely Seonho didn't think I was some strange woman because of this…?
I simply wanted to become accustomed to men in general, using Seonho's body as my reference — I had absolutely no other strange intentions….
"From here on, do you want to try taking them off yourself, Isabel?"
"……Excuse me?"
"If you want to get used to men, you'll need the experience of undressing one yourself."
"……."
"I'm not forcing you. I only brought it up because I thought it might be an experience worth having. If it's too much, you don't have to…."
"I-I'll do it!"
"…You will?"
"Yes! Y-you're absolutely right, Seonho! Th-that kind of experience is important too!"
He did have a point.
If I wanted to grow accustomed to men, it made sense that I should become familiar with their clothes as well. This wasn't because I was some lewd woman. I was simply learning now something I would have to learn eventually in order to get used to men.
"Hoo, hoo, hooo…."
The moment she heard my suggestion, Kim Isabel crept closer and started taking deep, obvious breaths. Watching her so openly displaying her arousal was honestly adorable.
"Th-then… I'll do it myself, Seonho."
"Mm. Take your time."
"Slowly, slowly…."
Kim Isabel murmured to herself unconsciously as her hand reached for the buttons of my dress shirt. I'd always taken her veil for granted, but right now I found myself quite curious about the expression beneath it. She was probably wearing a face full of excitement.
Swish.
"……."
Gripping the hem of my shirt with her fingertips, Kim Isabel glanced up at me as if checking my reaction. Even without seeing her eyes, I could feel the question in her gaze. I gave a quiet nod.
"…It's fine. Go on."
As softly as I could, letting her know it was all right.
At that, she began putting pressure into her fingertips and undoing the buttons one by one.
Click.
One.
Click.
Two.
Click.
Three.
"……."
"……."
With every button that came loose, her trembling grew more and more obvious. And the moment she'd undone the last one and peeled the shirt slightly open, my bare body was laid out before her eyes.
"……!!"
Kim Isabel stared at my body in a rigid posture, her entire being radiating shock even with her face hidden. She'd probably seen it around ten days ago too, but this would be a little different. My training with Choi Marie had continued without pause since then.
It was muscle built for survival more than muscle built for show, but to Kim Isabel — a girl with no immunity to men whatsoever — it could only be a stimulating sight.
"…You okay?"
"Hah, y-yes…!"
She nodded with a breath caught and released, like someone exhaling after holding it too long. Then, as if she'd resolved to give in to her desires, her hands came to rest on my body.
Slide.
Her fingertips traced along my chest muscles, drinking in the sensation, and then—
Squeeze.
—she pressed lightly into my abs, as if testing how firm they were. Her hands traveled downward, slowly but surely, taking in every inch of me.
I already knew exactly where those hands were headed, but I didn't stop her. …Today was the day I'd decided to take things one step further with Kim Isabel, after all.
So this is how mysterious a man's body is….
With that impression in mind, Kim Isabel's hands explored Seonho's upper body. He was the same human being, differing only in sex — so why did he feel so unfamiliar? And why, within that unfamiliarity, did everything feel so fascinating?
Amid all these bewildering emotions, her hands never stopped roaming over his body, clinging to the convenient excuse of "androphobia training."
"Hoo, hooong, hooo…."
This was hardly the first time she'd touched Seonho's body. Handling his bare skin directly wasn't new to her either — and yet it was a sensation that thrilled her every time.
Having received the steady stream of Succubus Heart, her body had been conditioned to the point that merely looking at Seonho's form sent her automatically into heat.
So for Kim Isabel, seeing his bare body for the first time in nearly ten days, the action that followed was as obvious as it was inevitable.
Swish.
"……."
She drifted past the upper-body muscles she'd only ever stroked or poked at, and then—
Squeeze.
"…Nnh, haaah."
—her hand found a man's most mysterious region, and began to explore it. At some point, Kim Isabel had started engrossing herself in feeling, with both hands, the greatest physical difference between women and men. And Seonho did not stop her.
"Haa, haa…."
"……."
He simply watched her in silence, lending her his "belonging." If he considered the proposal he intended to make afterward, he figured it was better to let her fondle him to her heart's content for now.
Kim Isabel knew better than anyone how to apologize for her own mistakes, and Seonho understood her personality better than anyone else did.
And so he permitted her to touch him long enough for her conscience to properly ache for it.
Squeeze, squeeze.
"Hoo, hoooo…. Hoo…."
…And so, about ten minutes passed.
Rub, rub.
"Hoo, hoo, hooo…."
Rub, rub….
"……Nn, nnhh?! A, aahh?!"
A reaction far too late to call belated understanding. Only after a long while did Kim Isabel finally realize what she was holding in her hand — and her whole body jerked backward in a panic.
"W-wait, Isabel!"
Seonho hastily caught her as she nearly toppled over from shock, instinctively shifting into a posture that cradled her in his arms. Even in that fleeting moment, he hadn't let the chance for skinship slip away. Holding her close, he asked gently.
"You okay, Isabel?"
"A, aahh, y-yes…!"
The confusion of realizing that what she'd been touching moments ago was Seonho's cock. And within that confusion, the head cradled in his arms began spinning desperately.
"Nnnh, I-I'm sorry, Seonho! I-I was only trying to get used to a m-man's body, that was all, what happened just now was really an accident, I swear…."
"It's fine. It's fine, so calm down."
"I-I can't! Th-this, I have to apologize for this! J-just like last time, I've made the same mistake twice…."
"I told you it's fine. Honestly, I knew what was happening, and I deliberately didn't stop you."
"……Excuse me?"
At his words, Kim Isabel stared up at him, momentarily dazed. And as he looked at her veil, Seonho calmly explained why he hadn't stopped her.
"After the time you accidentally touched me before, I've been thinking about this."
"……Yes."
"It occurred to me that if you want to get used to men even a little faster, the best approach might be to focus on the body parts that only men have — the ones women don't."
"……."
"So that's why I stayed quiet. If me keeping quiet means your androphobia gets better that much sooner, then that seemed like the better option."
"I-I… see…."
Seonho calmly explained why he'd stayed still even while his cock was being fondled. But Kim Isabel's emotions were anything but calm.
Because she'd just learned that even the act she'd committed from being unable to resist her own desires had been endured for her sake — as a sacrifice on his part.
Once again, I've done nothing but receive his consideration….
Why was it that he was always this kind to her? She couldn't go on like this, she decided. If she kept accepting nothing but his kindness, the day would come when she'd lose even the chance to repay this debt.
She couldn't keep leaning on his gentleness forever — this time, at least, she had to properly admit her fault and atone for it.
"…Seonho."
Really, it wasn't fair that only she got to do the touching. Even if it had been an unintentional act, she had touched a man's most precious part — she owed him something in return.
Whether that something would be to Seonho's liking was a question she'd have to consider, but… at the very least, Kim Isabel knew that her chest was larger than other women's. He'd worn an oddly excited expression the last time he'd touched her, after all. If she let him touch her to his heart's content, surely she could make up for her mistake at least somewhat.
…Though the selfish wish that she wanted to be touched herself was mixed in there, just a little.
"S-Seonho, if… if you wouldn't mind…."
And so, at this point, Kim Isabel intended to break free of her own restraint and shift from the one touching to the one being touched. But—
"Right, I guess touching over clothes doesn't really give you a feel for it, does it?"
"……Excuse me?"
"It's a little embarrassing, but I don't mind. You want to see and touch what's underneath them directly, right?"
"……Y-yes…?"
…Underneath.
Not the sensation she'd felt over his thick trousers, over his underwear — but what lay beneath the clothes. Quite possibly, the first sight of Seonho's "belonging." And, perhaps, the chance to feel its shape directly in her hands.
Her heart pounded madly at the opportunity arriving at a moment she'd never anticipated.
B-but….
If she went that far, how on earth would she ever repay the kindness Seonho had shown her? Even now she felt crushed beneath the consideration he'd already given her, and the weight of committing such a bold act pressed down on her heart. But—
"Wait… did I read too much into it?"
"…N-no!!"
"Hm?"
"I-I was about to… ask. W-whether I could… s-see it, and, t-touch it… directly…."
…For a girl who had only just begun to learn about sin, the temptation was far, far too strong to refuse.