Valentina's Intimate Inspection
I was so shocked that no words came out. Why the hell was she ripping my clothes off! Didn't she say she had no interest in men? And I thought she'd promised not to harm the man Kang A-jin liked? Goosebumps prickled across my skin.
As I curled up to cover my naked body, Valentina spoke coldly.
"Don't cover up. Let me see."
Her voice seemed laced with some mystical power, and suddenly my limbs stretched out wide against my will. I was a solid B-rank hunter, but this force was impossible to resist.
"Hooh..."
Valentina let out an admiring sigh as she eyed my body. To be fair, even back when I was just a regular awakener, I'd worked out hard, so my physique was pretty toned without much flab. But it wasn't that impressive—nothing to make a woman as experienced as her gasp like this.
More precisely, her gaze was locked on my center. What she was staring at so intently with that serious expression was none other than my cock.
"Impressive."
She nodded as if surprised. "Shall I take a closer look?"
"Don't!"
No matter how hard I tried to resist, my body felt pinned down by an invisible force, refusing to budge. Valentina climbed onto the bed. She positioned herself between my spread legs and let out a soft "Hmm."
Was it just my imagination, or did that sound lewd? Maybe she was just used to making those noises in bed. Who knew how many disciples had attended to her over the years? I couldn't help thinking, What's so fascinating about staring at my dick like that? Whether she was standing at the foot of the bed or up close like this, it wasn't going to look much different.
Right now, there wasn't a drop of blood rushing down there. Getting hard in a situation like this would be the weird part. Sure, a guy's dick has a mind of its own sometimes, reacting on instinct regardless of what you want—like those morning wood tents. But I was sensing real mortal danger here. If it stiffened up now, something seriously bad might happen. That primal instinct was keeping it in check.
Then something unbelievable happened. Valentina reached out and gripped my cock. Her touch was so soft that I gasped, "Hngh!"
"Hmm..."
With the curiosity of a researcher, she slowly massaged it. The instincts I'd barely suppressed started crumbling. It swelled in her hand.
"Hooo..."
She sounded amazed as it grew. Was the sight of a dick getting bigger really that novel? Well, if she was strictly into women, she probably hadn't paid much attention to guys' junk before. Who would dare pop a boner in front of Saintess Valentina when she had zero interest?
Either way, her gentle strokes had my cock throbbing rock-hard.
"Ahh, it's huge. So that's what hooked Puppy? This thing?"
Once stimulated, it stood rigid like never before. Honestly, I felt like I could blow any second. A woman who handled dick this skillfully claiming no interest in men? What a shame. Though her delicate touch probably came from years of caressing soft female skin—second nature, really.
"Fascinating."
She kept muttering to herself about how intriguing it all was.
"What happens if I touch here?"
Her hand left the shaft and slipped into my groin. She gently cupped my balls, teasing them with a ticklish, feather-light stroke. It felt so good that my erection twitched involuntarily. I could feel pre-cum surging out.
"Haa, I see."
Again, that tone of wonder. "Here."
"Ah!"
She scooped up the pre-cum oozing from my tip with her finger and slipped it into her mouth. "Slurp."
Tasting pre-cum straight up? I'd never seen anything like it. Hell, even in porn, this was rare. Semen, maybe—but this? Anyway, intended or not, she was driving me wild. My anxiety was fading, replaced by anticipation. Why's she doing this to me? But at least it seemed like she wasn't out to kill me. Her grip on my cock and balls had been perfectly controlled—no excess force. If she'd wanted to crush me, either spot would've ended it in seconds. Horrifying to even imagine.
"Your reactions are so honest. Cute."
With that, she reached behind her back and unhooked her bra with a snap. Her massive, voluptuous tits bounced free from the confines of her sexy lingerie. I forgot everything, mesmerized by their perfect shape—like they'd leaped off a supermodel photoshoot. Enormously huge, yet naturally perky without any surgical help. The slightly large areolas made sense for their size.
"Ah..."
She didn't seem to care about my awe.
"I hear men like it when you do this..."
Muttering to herself, she leaned forward and enveloped my cock between her huge tits.
"Ngh!"
"Feels good?"
She asked, noting my intense reaction.
"Yes."
No denying it.
"I'm not doing this to make you feel good. But it's good that you're letting your guard down."
She pressed her tits together with both hands and started moving. Stroke, stroke, stroke. A paizuri! From tits this exotic and massive! I couldn't tell if this was a dream or reality anymore.
It felt surreal, like some sorcery from her was clouding my mind. If it was a dream, where did it start? When she appeared in the basement? When I sensed her while half-asleep? Or had everything since Kim Seol-bi showed up been a dream? God, I hoped not. But her impossibly soft, full breasts wrapping my cock stripped away any sense of reality.
Whatever. Does it matter?
At least she wasn't trying to harm me. Enjoying the moment didn't seem like a bad call. It wasn't like I'd asked for this—I was just taking it. Plenty of plausible deniability there.
Stroke, stroke, stroke, stroke.
She kept massaging my cock with expert skill. First time giving a guy a titjob in her life? Hard to believe—she was a natural.
"More's coming out."
She licked the pre-cum from my tip with her tongue. Why taste it? Part of her "research"? She was from such a different world; nothing she did made sense to me.
After a while of paizuri, she sighed.
"I don't get it."
After pushing me this far, she sounded frustrated. Whether she meant to or not, she'd revved me up to the brink. Stopping now? I'd be stuck with blue balls, jerking off to memories since there was no PC for porn at Kang A-jin's place. Good thing I had plenty of fresh fantasies—those steamy sessions with hot women lately. Any one would do the trick.
But honestly, it'd probably be her I'd picture—the one who'd snuck into my bedroom to torment me.
Her goal was probably figuring out how to break my unique ability and free Kang A-jin from my "clutches." That way, she could protect her purity. It sucked that she'd leave me hanging, but on the flip side, her failing to crack it was a relief.
As these complicated thoughts swirled, Valentina sat up.
"No choice, then."
She sounded reluctant, like she'd hoped to avoid this, as she slipped off her panties.