A Small Token of Gratitude (2)
Yes, this was the Kim Isabel I knew.
If it was her, her conscience would prick her and she'd be the one to offer something like this first.
There was no way she could pretend not to notice after touching something as precious to another person as a man's cock—especially while she was still under the effects of Succubus's Heart.
Besides, ever since her limits had come undone with the offer to let her body be touched in return, she'd been noticeably fixated on having her own chest touched. She'd actually seem even sadder if I didn't touch them.
It seemed her guilt toward me, combined with the Succubus's Heart suggestion, had produced this strange reaction of hers. Either way, when she pressed her body toward me like this of her own accord, naturally I was more than happy.
If I wanted to minimize the shock Kim Isabel would feel when the suggestion eventually wore off, she absolutely had to be the one begging me to touch her.
"Th-then… I-I'll really touch you…"
"Yes, Lee Seonho."
"…Isabel, if you'd rather stop even now—"
"Please hurry, Lee Seonho. I'm ready."
"…All right. Sorry."
Truthfully, I had no intention of backing down. This was just me acting the part, making sure Kim Isabel registered me as a 'trustworthy man' even in the middle of all this.
After all, the only moment the pathetic, indecisive personality of Seo Woojin in the original novel ever shone was during these event scenes with Kim Isabel.
If it meant getting to devour a heroine, I could play the spineless, timid Seo Woojin as long as it took. It wasn't as if I'd be tiptoeing around like this forever.
-Squish.
"Mmngh…"
At first, as if a little hesitant.
And while doing so, I put on a show of being startled by the massive chest before me, kneading it carefully—torn, as it were, between the hesitation of a boy who wanted to protect Kim Isabel and the desires of a young man in his prime.
-Squish.
"Hh, hahgn…"
-Squish, squish.
"Hoo, hah, ah…"
Slowly, and with a care bordering on agonizing, I moved my hands.
I needed her to lose patience and beg me properly one more time.
If I'd gotten too bold too quickly, the shock might have made her stop me without even realizing it herself.
"Hah, hoooo…"
She was moaning as though pleased to be touched by me, yet there was something strangely unfulfilled in her voice, as if this wasn't quite what she'd been hoping for.
Then suddenly, she caught both my wrists and spoke up carefully.
"Hah, L-Lee Seonho…?"
"Oh—s-should I stop…?"
"Don't do that… t-touch me properly. More properly."
"…Huh?"
"I-I'm the one who asked you to touch me, Lee Seonho. So stop glancing at me like I'm made of glass and barely grazing me… I want you to touch me for real."
"……"
"Just as you gave me permission to touch your body… I-I won't mind however you touch me, Lee Seonho…"
I'd teased her for barely a moment, and she immediately handed me an all-access pass. Truly, she had no sense of self-preservation.
With her clear, unmistakable permission secured, it was time to shed this pathetic little act.
"Then I'm really going to do as I please."
"…Yes. For this moment alone, think of my body as yours and touch it however you like."
"Tell me the second it feels strange. I'll stop right away."
…Not that I had any intention whatsoever of stopping, but saying it this way would at least give her some psychological reassurance.
As if to say everything up to now had been a warm-up for this very moment, I seized her enormous chest hard with both hands.
"Hhah, hghaaaahn?!"
Startled, perhaps, by the sudden change in the force of my touch—Kim Isabel threw her head back with a lewd moan in a single beat.
Then, realizing the sound she'd made, she hastily brought both hands up under her veil to cover her mouth.
-Knead, kneeead!
"Hgnnn, hah, mmp?! Hghaaap?!"
-SQUEEZE!!
"Haaaph…!! Hooo, hah, hghaaaah…!!"
The exact opposite of the teasing, maddening touch from moments before—her chest now being kneaded with fervor, paired with stimulation almost too much to bear.
I couldn't measure it precisely through her clothes, but I freely plundered the enormous mounds—nearly a match for Cha Eunju's—filling both hands with them to my heart's content.
"Hoo, hoooo…"
I even let my aroused breathing show on purpose, to make it unmistakably clear that her chest had stolen my senses.
So that this rough handling wouldn't feel like a calculated move to arouse her, but rather like hands simply seized by pure, unfiltered desire.
Of course, in reality, I was deliberately massaging the full weight of her breasts before pinching down hard around her nipples, constantly applying pressure to the sensitive spots beneath and along the sides of her chest—doing everything in my power to make her feel it.
But for Kim Isabel, experiencing a man's hands on her breasts for the very first time, it would be hard for her to imagine that these movements were anything but a man helplessly overwhelmed by lust.
"Haaaah, hah, hahp…!! Hghn, hghnaaaahn…?!"
She had no will to resist in the first place, so all she could do was clamp both hands over her mouth and endure the shameful moans.
Though calling it 'blocking the sound' was generous—every last one had been leaking out from the start, so it accomplished nothing.
'Still, the clothes really are too thick. Getting proper stimulation through is a bit of a struggle.'
She was wearing two layers of heavy priestly habit plus a large bra.
It reminded me of the first time I'd touched Cha Eunju's chest. Back then, too, a thick sweatshirt and bra had gotten in the way of properly enjoying it.
But I couldn't be the one to ask her to strip down so I could touch her more easily. In my relationship with Kim Isabel, the one deciding how far things went had to be her, always.
Showing her that I was a man who could stop and restrain myself at any moment unless she genuinely wanted it—that was the fastest road to getting her to open her heart to me.
"Hah, L-Lee Seonho…"
"Yeah, Isabel?"
"I-isn't it a little hot in here…?"
…There it was. Just like that.
"Maybe whoever set the heating ran it a little high. Want me to turn it down?"
"N-no… then you'd be cold, Lee Seonho…"
"I'm fine. If it's for you, Isabel."
"…Nnnh, ahhh…"
Androphobia means having no immunity to men, either.
It means even a cheap, hopelessly outdated line like that can make her genuinely happy—and genuinely flustered.
It was more than enough to tip Kim Isabel's heart, already caught between reason and emotion, a little further toward the latter.
-Ziiiip.
"…I-Isabel?"
"I-it's just a bit warm… I-I'm still wearing clothes underneath, so p-please don't worry about it."
A saint candidate of the church, stripping off her habit right in front of a man she barely knew, and she tells me not to worry about it? I had to wonder if she'd cringe later, replaying her own words in her head.
Naturally, I didn't stop her or say a word against it. If she was peeling off another layer all on her own, getting in the way would be the height of stupidity.
-Slide.
"Hoooo… I-it's a little cooler now…"
Kim Isabel half-shucked off her white clerical dress, the outermost layer, with acting so awkward a blind man could have seen through it.
What emerged from within that white dress was a black full-body catsuit wrapping her arms and upper body entirely.
"Y-you can keep touching me, Lee Seonho. W-we still have time before, before I have to get back to the church…"
"……"
"…Lee Seonho?"
Wow.
Was this really, truly not too much for one mortal man to handle?
I'd always known, as a matter of lore, that Kim Isabel wore her white priestly robes over a black full-body catsuit. Descriptions of torn clothes revealing black tights beneath had cropped up fairly often during battle scenes.
But knowing it and seeing it with my own eyes were two entirely different things, starting with the sheer destructive power.
As if the twin sacks of fat had been molded directly into that shape, wrapped tight in black tights, the desire I'd been struggling to hold in check until now threatened to burst out all at once.
"L-Lee Seonho…? Why did you suddenly st—"
-SQUEEZE!!
"Hh, hghhaaahgn?!"
So soft.
Overwhelmingly softer than kneading through the fabric of the priestly dress.
A layer of interference still remained, true, but compared to the sensation from moments ago, it was obscenely, thrillingly softer.
With one layer of clothing gone and her movement freed up accordingly, I grabbed Kim Isabel's chest with both hands and kneaded, rubbing up and down.
"Hhahn…! Hah, hahp, hp…!"
Kim Isabel was growing more aroused too, now that the obstructing cloth was gone.
Her skin, that much more sensitive, would be feeling my fingers sinking into the mass of fat on her chest—so her reactions would be that much more acute than before.
And with a layer of obstruction conveniently removed, I made sure not to forget the caresses that were only possible right now.
'It should be about here…'
The very tip of that enormous chest. The part where her nipples were.
Until moments ago, three layers of clothing had kept me from touching it properly—but not anymore.
The thin tights transmitted the sensation of my hand almost perfectly, so the only thing still barring her body was a single bra.
I moved my fingers searching for the nipple somewhere inside that bra, and found two spots that stood out distinctly, taut with arousal.
'There they are.'
Even through the bra, I could feel the hardened buds beneath.
Ignoring a lady's silent plea to be touched would be unbecoming of any man, so I pinched those two protruding points through the fabric, one in each hand.
-Pinch!
"Hha—?!"
-Pinch, pinccch!
"Hghaaaahp…!! Hghn, hghaaahn…!!"
The instant the most sensitive erogenous zone above her waist was caught between my fingers, Kim Isabel arched her back with the most adorable reaction.
Helplessly held by the one weakness she couldn't escape, born a woman as she was, she struggled desperately to suppress the moans pouring out of her.
…Not that her pitiful display moved me to stop even the tiniest bit.
'If anything, letting her come once here is what'll make her undress herself next time, too.'
Even Kim Isabel couldn't easily forget the pleasure of a woman's body once she'd tasted it.
…Honestly, I also just wanted to see Kim Isabel come undone once.
And with that thought, I gave the nipples I'd been holding captive a hard extra twist, tugging them slightly outward.
"Hoooooooo…!! Hoo, hoo, hghaaaaah…!!"
And in the same breath, Kim Isabel hurtled over the edge right before my eyes, moaning loud enough for anyone to recognize what was happening.
"Hoooo, hoo, hooo… Hghaaaaah…"
With her face tilted up toward the ceiling, her veil had rolled halfway up, baring the corners of her mouth.
The back of her neck, soaked through with sweat. Kim Isabel's lips, still letting out those lewd little breaths.
-Trickle, trickle, trickle…
…And from below, the faint sound of something flowing.
From beneath the half-discarded white dress of Kim Isabel, a small gray stain spread out in a perfect circle.