Chapter 19: An Unexpected Situation (6) [R-18]
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 19: An Unexpected Situation (6) [R-18]
My whole body was drenched in pleasure, melting away.
The sensation of the woman’s hand stroking my cock, the full breasts I held in my hands, kneading them as I pleased.
My mind went blank, as if this was what true paradise felt like.
Then, I snapped back to my senses.
This wasn't the time for this.
Although I hadn't actually put my cock in her pussy, this was still a quasi-sexual act.
But was it okay for me to be the only one feeling good?
At first, I had planned to just close my eyes and get it over with in one go.
I thought nothing good would come from getting more involved with the Ajumma, but I’d had a change of heart.
To taste this just once and be done? No way.
I wanted to taste it again and again.
No, I wanted to go even further.
I found myself wanting to feel every nook and cranny of the Ajumma’s ripe body, from head to toe.
“Hoo, hoo…!”
I wanted to embrace her right then and there, but I held back with superhuman patience.
For now, only her breasts were permitted to me.
If I finished, satisfied on my own, would the Ajumma look forward to a next time? No.
This was a special situation.
A unique event born from a mix of fear from her first monster encounter and various other emotions.
It was a situation that would never have happened otherwise—truly an incident.
If I were the only one to get off, the Ajumma would simply feel that her debt to me was repaid.
So, I couldn't just satisfy myself. I had to put the Ajumma in an even more erotic mood.
Honestly, I wasn't confident.
The only woman I had ever known in my life was my wife, so I had no idea if my skills were good enough to work on all women.
Still, I had to give it a shot. What other choice did I have?
Even if my sexual experience was lacking, I had other experiences to make up for it.
The days I had survived countless crises with nothing but my wits and intuition would surely help me now.
I slowly began to change the way I touched her breasts.
My touch became more delicate, no longer just for my own satisfaction, but a careful exploration to find the places the Ajumma would like.
“Eung…”
I would slowly circle her breasts with my hands, or squeeze the soft flesh like a child playing with slime.
Each time a faint moan escaped her tightly sealed lips, I felt like I was getting closer to the right answer.
The place that got the best reaction was her nipple.
My hands, which had been roaming all over, now zeroed in, relentlessly tormenting that one spot.
“Heup, heung…!”
Good.
The Ajumma’s breathing grew a little heavier.
But this wasn't enough.
Watching her feel good made my own urge to cum surge rapidly.
At this rate, I felt like I would be the one to finish first.
“Heup.”
I even held my breath, forcing down the rising sensation.
I adjusted my touch on her nipple with even more precision.
I pinched it lightly with my thumb and forefinger, pulling gently, then flicked the tip with my index finger, teasing it.
Before I knew it, the Ajumma had one hand covering her mouth.
She was desperately trying to stifle her moans.
“Heup, heup…!”
There was no need to rush.
The memories in my head were updating me with information about the Ajumma in real time.
To be precise, memories of her husband.
The Ajumma’s husband, the Ajeossi, was an Awakened civil servant working in a provincial region.
Because of that, he spent at least 300 days a year away from home, which meant he spent very little time with the Ajumma.
And it had been that way since Shin Yu-jeong was a child.
What did that mean?
It meant the Ajumma’s sexual frustration might be more pent-up than I thought.
“Ahh… heuk…!”
Moans she couldn't hold back, even with her hand, began to spill out.
Unless her breasts were an incredibly sensitive erogenous zone, making a woman come with just breast play was no easy task.
It was even less likely for someone like me, who had only ever been with one woman.
So, my goal wasn't to make the Ajumma have a spectacular orgasm, but to make her remember this pleasure.
That was it.
I had to give her a deep, thrilling sensation so that whenever she recalled this moment, she would remember not just me, but the pleasure that spread from her chest.
For that, I didn't care if I suffered from mana exhaustion again.
I gently infused my fingers with mana.
My temporarily enhanced fingers began to caress her nipple faster, more dazzlingly.
“Ha-eung, euhk…!”
The Ajumma’s face contorted.
It wasn't a distortion from pain, but a pleasant one from pleasure.
Her body trembled faintly, and I instinctively knew that a massive wave had just crashed over her.
Success!
For a moment, I felt a wave of relief.
At the same time, the urge I had been forcibly suppressing shot up and reached the top of my head.
“Ugh…!”
Spurt.
Spurrt!
Before I could say anything to the Ajumma, semen shot out from the tip of my urethra.
“Kyaa!”
It came out with such force that it splattered onto the chest and face of the Ajumma sitting in front of me.
Her sharp gaze, her face and chest now dotted with thick, white semen, turned to me.
“Do-jin, you… you should have told me when you were about to c-cum…!”
“I-I’m sorry. It felt so good my mind went completely blank…”
Half of that was because I’d forgotten while groping her breasts, but the other half was true.
A handjob.
I couldn't even remember the last time I’d received one.
Although my last time having sex was recorded as seven years ago, by then it was just mechanically fucking and coming in a condom.
Passionate foreplay? I honestly couldn't remember the last time that happened.
It wasn't that I didn't want to; she refused.
I immediately tore off a piece of toilet paper from the roll on the nightstand between the beds and gently wiped the semen from the Ajumma’s face.
After roughly cleaning her face, I was about to move down to her chest when the Ajumma stopped my hand.
“H-Here, I’ll do it.”
“Ah, yes.”
I quietly handed her the tissue I was holding.
The Ajumma discreetly turned away, wiping the semen from her chest.
Looking at her firm, toned back, free of any fat, the cock that had just finished began to stir again.
I wanted to unload again with her touch, but I held back and pulled up my pants.
Around that time, the Ajumma went into the bathroom.
Judging by the sound of running water, she was washing off the areas she had just wiped with the tissue.
“Wow…”
I was still lost in the afterglow.
The only thing that had changed was the owner of the hand stroking my cock, yet the difference was so stark.
Her breasts, the handjob… everything.
I was realizing just how much of my life I had wasted, how much I had lost out on.
Why had I been so obsessed with social status and perception that I just suffered alone, unable to do anything?
No matter how I thought about it, my past self must have been a fucking idiot.
“Well, I just have to not be like that from now on.”
After all, I was living a new life now.
There was no need to be bound by thoughts of the past.
Just as I was steeling my resolve, the Ajumma came out, having cleaned herself up.
I glanced at her, worried she might be upset, but that didn't seem to be the case.
However, the atmosphere had become incredibly awkward.
A feeling struck me that if I let this atmosphere linger, we would be stuck in this awkwardness for a long time.
That wouldn't do.
“Um, Ajumma.”
“O-Oh?”
The Ajumma, who had already neatened her clothes, turned around.
I needed a way to make this situation a little smoother.
And I had the perfect secret weapon for it.
Magic.
Come to think of it, since I was handling mana with my own skill rather than following set rules, maybe ‘sorcery’ would be a more fitting term.
I drew out my mana until I was just short of exhaustion and pulled in the ambient mana around me.
I colored it pure white.
The surrounding temperature dropped rapidly, and particles of mana crystallized into white specks, appearing one by one.
It was a beautiful sight, even to a man like me.
“Oh my…!”
A gasp escaped the Ajumma’s lips.
The white particles gathered around my hand and began to form a shape.
A single rose, so clear and transparent it was almost chilling.
“Thanks to your help, Ajumma, what could have been the worst day of my life has turned into the happiest.”
So far, at least.
It might be updated later if we do more.
“Just as my day was transformed, I hope you won’t remember today as just the worst day of your life, when you almost died meeting a monster…”
I meant those words sincerely.
I didn't want today to be a day that branded her with trauma.
I knew better than anyone how people who live with trauma end up broken.
I gently placed the beautifully blossomed rose into the Ajumma’s hand.
“D-Do-jin.”
“I hope this can bring even a little comfort to your heart, Ajumma.”
The Ajumma’s eyes grew moist.
Soon, a deep smile bloomed on her lips.
This is it, I thought, cheering inwardly.
Just then, something strange happened again.
From the Ajumma’s body, as she looked at me with a face full of emotion…
A light pink mist began to seep out.
* * *
“Are you okay, Ajumma?”
From the moment she heard those words, she was half out of her mind.
Her daughter, her husband—they only asked about her physical state. No one had asked about her unsettled heart.
But the boy who had fought so desperately with an orc to save her life was now looking into her heart first.
‘Ah, Do-jin is truly, deeply concerned about me.’
The thought struck her like lightning.
A healing light seeped into her heart, which had found no comfort and was still simmering with anxiety.
Everything that happened after that was a product of her half-gone reason and the impulse that had taken over the other half.
She had hugged herself tightly to feel that she wasn't alone, and though she was startled by the feeling of something pressing against her stomach and stepped back, she felt a strange boost in her self-esteem.
‘I guess I still look pretty good,’ she thought.
The sight of him, flustered and covering his bulging pants with both hands, was cute.
It was hard to believe this was the same boy who had just ended the orc’s life with such savage movements.
That was why.
That was why she had suddenly decided to help him.
He was the one who had saved her life, so helping him just once would be okay, wouldn't it?
‘Just with my hand should be fine.’
There was a brief interlude where Kim Do-jin suddenly ran to the bathroom and came back after quite some time, but that was momentary.
Once the mood was set again, she finally saw it.
Kim Do-jin’s member, out of his pants.
“D-Do-jin, your… your thing is… quite beautifully shaped.”
She had spouted nonsense.
But she was that impressed.
A shaft that stretched perfectly straight without the slightest curve, and the head that crowned it.
The bulging veins, as if showing off its youth, looked sexy, if only for a moment.
Its outstanding shape spurred a curiosity to touch it.
It was an undeniable fact that this lessened her guilt.
And so, she grabbed his member.
‘It’s hot.’
It was so hot and hard she wondered if her palm would get burned.
Lost in a texture and feel she had never experienced before, she slowly began to move her hand.
At the same time, she worried.
‘Will he like this…? I’ve barely ever done this for my husband, so I must be clumsy.’
Her worries were dispelled in an instant.
“Ah…!”
She saw Kim Do-jin’s expression as he exhaled, looking utterly blissful.
Seeing that, a strange desire grew within her.
She wanted him to show her more, to show her all of his pleasure without holding back.
As she was engrossed in her task, she felt Kim Do-jin’s ardent gaze on her.
On her face, and then her chest.
His gaze was like a desperate plea of courtship, and she allowed him more than she had originally planned.
She undid the buttons of her patient gown, revealing her breasts to a young man who was not her husband.
The chilly air of the hospital room made her body shrink, but the hot breath puffing from his distant face neutralized it.
No, it made her feel even warmer.
Soon, she felt Kim Do-jin’s touch.
At first, he was just kneading her according to his own desires, so she didn't feel much.
Only a faint whimper would escape whenever he passed over a sensitive spot.
But at some point, his touch became delicate and persistent.
He swept over her entire breast, as if trying to find every sensitive spot.
‘I-I have to stop…!’
She thought she was going to be in real trouble if this continued and tried to stop, but it was too late.
“Heuk…!”
Kim Do-jin was one step ahead, mercilessly tormenting her most sensitive part—her nipple.
‘Oh, no!’
She tried to hold back her moans, even covering her mouth with her free hand, but she couldn't block them all.
The longer he touched her, the more skilled his hand movements became, making it impossible to endure.
‘He learns so fast…!’
A huge wave crashed amidst the gentle ripples.
A wave of pleasure that didn't just make her moan, but shot through her from head to toe, making her body shudder.
At the same time, Kim Do-jin’s cock, which she had been diligently stroking, swelled for a moment before beginning to spew semen with unstoppable force.
Spurt.
Spurrt!
And she, standing right in front of it, had to take it all.
In that instant, her head cooled.
‘W-What have I just done?’
To think she had held and stroked the member of a boy she had known for three years, exposed her breasts, and been covered in his semen.
She stopped Kim Do-jin’s hand as he wiped her face and moved lower, then roughly wiped the semen from her chest and headed for the bathroom.
“Ah, ahh…”
A storm of emotions raged within her.
Guilt and remorse for having committed such an unfaithful act.
The thick scent of the semen she hadn't managed to wipe away completely, and the thrilling pleasure that lingered on her breasts.
She turned on the cold water and scrubbed her chest and face.
By the time the thick scent that felt like it would paralyze her reason was gone, she returned to the hospital room, feigning a completely normal expression.
And then she saw it.
From Kim Do-jin, who had called out to her, she witnessed a sight more beautiful and deeply imprinted than anything else she had experienced that day.
At his touch, white particles swirled like a vortex, soon forming a single shape.
A single rose, as if crafted from clear, transparent glass.
“D-Do-jin.”
“I hope this can bring even a little comfort to your heart, Ajumma.”
The words he spoke felt sweeter and more comforting than any she had ever heard.