A Trivial Accident (3)
Lee Seonho sat quietly with his eyes closed, bare from the waist up before her.
At the sight of his body, which she hadn't laid eyes on in so long, Kim Isabel swallowed carefully.
"……"
Gulp.
The androphobia training she had performed several times a day, ever since the days when Lee Seonho was hospitalized at the Cheonmu Academy Church. He had always simply called it training, but at some point, that was no longer how it felt to Kim Isabel.
After all, it was the first man's body she had ever touched of her own volition — mysterious, and stirring feelings that made her heart race.
And when he was discharged, the training had naturally come to an end as well, leaving Kim Isabel with nothing but wistful memories of those days.
…And now, that precious opportunity had appeared before her eyes once more.
Tremble….
'I-I can't be nervous…. I can't be nervous….'
Was it because it had been so long since she'd last seen his body? Or was it because this wasn't the church — because this place was his home?
Or perhaps it was simply that the person before her was Lee Seonho, and that was why she felt this way.
Amid a tangle of complicated thoughts, Kim Isabel carefully brought her trembling hand to his body and began to stroke him, starting gently from the shoulders.
Rub.
"……Hoo, mm."
Rub, rub.
"……Hoooo, mm."
Timidly, yet without hesitation, Kim Isabel began to explore Lee Seonho's body.
It was hardly a becoming sight for a priestess, but as a woman, her desires were being expressed quite faithfully. Because she had deliberately avoided men her entire life, the male body was, if anything, all the more fascinating to her.
Knead, knead….
"Nnh, nngh…."
And so, without any thought for how her touch might be affecting him, Kim Isabel boldly kneaded at his body.
'He seems to be in even better shape than last time. Especially this abdominal area….'
When he had been hospitalized at the Cheonmu Academy Church about three weeks ago, his body hadn't been like this.
Even then, his shoulders and chest had carried a certain firmness, but nothing like this level of conditioning.
The faintly defined crease of his abs and his noticeably harder upper body stirred an even stronger curiosity in Kim Isabel, and little by little, her hands — attending more to instinct than reason — began wandering across his torso.
"……"
Grin.
…And looking down at her, Lee Seonho wore a sly smile.
'A man's body really is firm. I think I finally understand why Seonho says I can get used to men just by touching them.'
Granted, she knew next to nothing about the carnal side of things.
But if that one problem — her androphobia — could be solved, she was a young woman at exactly the age when interest in the opposite sex would naturally begin to bloom.
If anything, the desires she had suppressed for so long only burned that much deeper within her, and so Kim Isabel's hands continued to roam over Lee Seonho's body in silence for well over thirty minutes.
Rub, rub.
"Haa, hoooo…."
Knead, knead.
"Hah, hah…."
Had anyone else been watching, the lewd sounds spilling from her lips as she explored him would have been impossible to deny or explain away.
She kneaded his shoulders, rubbed his chest, stroked his back, savored the feel of his abdomen — and somewhere in that sequence, guided by the Succubus Heart suggestion, her hands drifted lower, to beneath his abdomen.
Kim Isabel's hand climbed toward the most forbidden part of a man's body — the one place a mere accident should never have taken it — and closed around that once.
Squish.
"…Huh?!"
"Hah, haaa…."
Squish, squish.
"I-Isabel…? Right now, how far…"
"Hah, hoo, hoooo…."
Even having committed her blunder, Kim Isabel remained utterly unaware that she had committed one at all.
Yes, she had surrendered to emotion and desire — but it couldn't be helped. It proved nothing about the weakness of her willpower.
She was androphobic. She carried a priestess's sense of duty. And she possessed considerable mental fortitude of her own.
The Succubus Heart was a suggestion that would drive an ordinary person to harbor the desire to pounce on the man in front of them in an instant — and the fact that Kim Isabel had held out this long against it was precisely because she was Kim Isabel.
Ironically, the fact that an entire month had passed since she first received the suggestion, and it had taken her this long to get even this far, was proof of her faithfulness.
Wriggle.
"…Hah, hn?"
…Of course, that didn't remotely make what she was doing any less indecent.
While Kim Isabel mindlessly kneaded at the thing in his lower half, following nothing but instinct, something within the waistband of Lee Seonho's pants was gradually growing larger — and it was only at the sensation of that hardening shape that she finally noticed something was wrong.
"S-Seonho…? Wh-What am I…"
"…Isabel, c-could you stop for a moment? I did say you could touch me freely, but, ah, surely not there…"
"…KYAAAAAH!! I-I'm sorry! Wh-What have I been…!!"
He had offered her nothing more than his upper body, ostensibly to build her tolerance to the male form — and yet at some point, without even realizing it, her hand had traveled down to his lower half.
Worse, of all places, she had brought it to the single most untouchable part of that lower half — and kneaded it. That was no mistake anyone could wave away. And the sensation of his thing growing, hardening, inside her palm was still….
"Nn, hnnn, I-I'm sorry…! I-I really didn't move my hand there on purpose! It, it really just… somehow…!"
"It's okay. It's fine, so calm down, Isabel. I'm not angry at all — and I'm partly to blame for not stopping you sooner."
"No, i-it was clearly my fault. I-I should have restrained myself, and I didn't, a-aaah…."
Kim Isabel clutched her head and shook it, consumed by an embarrassment so total she wanted to crawl into a hole and disappear.
She had never been able to bear the thought of wronging someone — and this time, the someone was a man she secretly harbored feelings for, no less.
And the memory of him, belatedly flustered and failing to stop her in time, only pushed her deeper under the weight of her guilt.
"I-I'm so sorry…. Y-You've always done this much for me, Seonho, and I, I just… nn, nngh…."
"Don't cry. I told you, it's really nothing. Honestly, what is there for a man to get angry about, being… touched a little by a girl."
"N-No. The wrong I've committed against you is not something that can be forgiven so easily…. In the end, it happened because I was harboring impure thoughts about you, so… nn, nngh…."
"…It's fine, I'm telling you, Isabel. I… a-ah, strictly speaking, it actually felt kind of good. If anything, shouldn't I be thanking you, rather than forgiving you…?"
"It… felt good?"
Kim Isabel had burst into tears at the thought that she might have inflicted on Lee Seonho the same indelible wound that had once been inflicted on her — and now his words had thrown her completely off balance.
She carefully wiped her tears and lifted her head, and when her eyes met his, she found him smiling with an awkward, sheepish expression.
"Ah, s-sorry. That came out a bit weird, didn't it? I-I didn't mean 'good' in that sense, exactly…."
"You… felt good because I touched you, Seonho…. I-is that really true…?"
"W-well, that's just how guys are. When a girl they like touches them, most of the time it feels nice. I'm an ordinary man, so I'm not that different — and I know you didn't do it on purpose."
"A girl they l-like… m-me?"
"A-anyway! There's no need for you to feel so guilty, Isabel. Honestly, I should have put a stop to it more firmly, but some strange feeling made me hesitate. So how about we just chalk what happened up to a 'trivial accident' and leave it at that?"
"A… trivial accident."
"Yeah. A trivial accident."
"……"
He was telling her to treat what she had just done as nothing more than a trivial accident.
Kim Isabel was grateful for his kindness — and yet, at the same time, some part of her felt an inexplicable pang of disappointment that it would all be dismissed as a simple, passing mishap.
"U-um… I-if, if Seonho doesn't mind…."
Ding-dong!
"I'll leave your food at the door~!"
"…Let's eat lunch first. We can talk about the rest over a meal."
"…Yes, Seonho."
An ordinary man enjoys being touched by a woman he likes.
And Lee Seonho had said it felt somewhat pleasant to be touched by her.
…Therefore, by syllogism, Lee Seonho liked her.
Ba-dump. Ba-dump. Ba-dump.
Kim Isabel's heart pounded just a little harder.
Hard enough that the vibration was unmistakable even through the large breasts her hands had climbed to rest upon.
"Isabel, do you want hot sauce?"
"…N-no, thank you. B-but, um, thanks for asking."
"Sure. Just say the word if you change your mind."
"……Yes."
Mealtime with Kim Isabel, who had grown just slightly — ever so slightly — awkward.
Of course, only her outward demeanor had adjusted; the reality was quite the opposite. Right now, Kim Isabel's head was filled with nothing but thoughts of what she had done to my cock just moments ago.
'Just as expected, hm?'
The Succubus Heart was never a suggestion one could withstand easily in the first place. If the target hadn't been Kim Isabel, it would have broken her long ago.
A suggestion works best when its name is intuitive and the target can easily grasp what it means — and by that measure, the succubus, demon of lust, is the most direct embodiment of carnal desire there is.
This is why I hadn't rushed things when courting Kim Isabel. Left alone, she would commit her own blunder like this, on her own, without any push from me.
'Though I didn't expect her to go so far as to grab on with both hands and start kneading.'
I'd figured that if her hand brushed my cock, she would panic and pull away — not that she'd rub me all the way to a full erection.
Not that I minded — it only made it feel that much better. And my plan to leave her drowning in guilt toward me had worked perfectly, too.
Feign fluster, and conceal the fact that I'd deliberately let her touch my cock. Feign embarrassment, and casually let slip that I harbor feelings for her.
A month's worth of accumulated affection to lower her guard against me, a man, as far as it would go. The Succubus Heart to convert that affection into lust. And then her own inability to resist the suggestion, driving her to commit that 'accident' against me.
Into a situation like that, drop the line, 'Honestly, I've had feelings for you too' — and the atmosphere all but writes the opening chapter of a pure-love manga on its own.
'In this case, less an ordinary shoujo manga and more a 19+ doujinshi, I suppose.'
Of course, reality doesn't flow as easily as adult manga, so this much alone wouldn't be enough to turn things physical between me and Kim Isabel.
But it would most certainly make her far more conscious of me as a man — and it was an undeniable stepping stone toward pushing our relationship further.
"Is it good?"
"Y-yes…. It's delicious…."
"Eat up. Have some pickles, too."
"Th-thank you…."
Compared to before Kim Isabel had laid her hands on me, the atmosphere between us had, by any measure, grown more awkward.
And yet, at the same time, her face beneath the veil that had slipped slightly askew was flushed deeper red than it had ever been.