Love Gel Massage
Creak— As I stepped into the house with Eun-jung, I sank deep into thought. ...She must have been hurt after all. If only I could turn back time ten minutes and take back every word I’d said.
I let out a quiet sigh inside and turned to Eun-jung.
“Hey… why don’t you wait in the living room first? I’ll bring you a drink and then go wash up real quick.”
“No need. I don’t have much time, so let’s just go straight to your room.”
“…Huh?”
Eun-jung grabbed me before I could head for the kitchen and pulled me toward the bedroom, then tossed the shopping bag she’d been carrying onto the bed.
“Take your clothes off and lie down. I’m giving you a massage.”
“Do I… have to take everything off?”
“…Just look at the packaging on what I brought.”
I opened the shopping bag on the bed and pulled out a long box that had been hard to read in the dim light. The packaging said, in English…
“Love gel?”
“Yeah. Oil massage… wait, love gel?”
“….”
“Let me see that for a second.”
Eun-jung snatched the bottle of love gel from my hand with a quick smack, then began studying the packaging with serious focus.
“Hmm… looks like I grabbed the wrong thing.”
“You think…?”
“I had proper massage oil set aside, but…”
“…Well, it can’t be helped. I’ll just appreciate the thought. Thank you so much, Eun-jung.”
She must have rushed straight here the moment our promise ended and mixed up the items in her hurry. As for why there was love gel at her house in the first place… that was her private business. I decided not to think about it too deeply.
“Let’s just use this for the massage.”
“…Huh?”
“It’s basically an oil anyway, right? It says it can be used inside the pussy, so it should be fine for the human body too.”
“Uh…”
Sure, it probably wouldn’t harm the body, but wasn’t the intended use different? Then again, love gel was still a lubricant. When I thought about it… sex was basically just massaging the inside of the pussy with a cock anyway…
“Hurry up and take your clothes off. This should work just fine.”
“O-okay…”
Well, she was offering to give me a massage. I had no reason to complain. As long as Eun-jung didn’t feel awkward about it, that was enough.
I peeled off the tank top and hot pants I was wearing and folded them neatly beside the bed. Lately it felt like I was stripping in front of my friends more and more… Was this proof that I was finally settling into life as a woman?
I took off my bra too, then paused with my fingers on the waistband of my panties. …I probably didn’t have to take the panties off, right?
“Panties too. Everything off.”
“….”
Would my pussy… be okay?
I glanced at Eun-jung’s expression and slowly slid my panties down. …Thankfully, nothing looked wrong on the surface. It was a little wet, but that was still within the range of normal… right?
Leaving Eun-jung to check the viscosity of the love gel, I lay down on the bed in proper position. After staring at the ceiling for a moment, Eun-jung climbed onto the bed wearing only black underwear.
…Underwear?
“E-Eun-jung?”
“What?”
“Your clothes…”
“How am I supposed to give a massage while wearing a dress?”
“Still, I could lend you something of mine…”
“It’s fine. It’s hot anyway—I’ll just end up sweating. And what’s the big deal about seeing each other in underwear between friends?”
“W-well, that’s true, but…”
She had a point. We’d already touched each other’s breasts, played with each other’s pussies, kissed, and done all sorts of things. Feeling embarrassed about mere underwear at this stage was a bit strange.
While I was still wrestling with that thought, Eun-jung squeezed a generous amount of love gel onto her hand and began spreading it evenly across her palm.
“Is this your first time getting a massage like this?”
“It’s my first time receiving one from someone else like this…”
“…That’s a relief. So I’m your first for ‘this,’ huh?”
“Huh? Y-yeah… I guess so.”
Cha Eun-jung’s lips curved upward in clear delight. She seemed incredibly pleased that she was the first person to give me a massage. For a rich young lady, she was strangely thrilled by something so simple… Or maybe that was exactly why. The more someone already possessed, the more they craved what they couldn’t easily grasp.
Eun-jung, who was always the one being served by those around her, might have secretly longed for the simple act of serving someone else. That was probably why she enjoyed this kind of luxury too.
She took hold of my foot and began rubbing the love gel in with slow, circling motions of her palm. She used the entire pad of her thumb to press and slide up the arch, then gripped my foot with both hands and kneaded the center of the sole with firm pressure.
The gel made her palms sticky, and they clung to my skin with a wet smack before pulling away with a lewd-sounding chuup—.
…That sound felt strangely obscene.
“How is it? Feeling any better?”
“Mmm… It feels really good…”
The sensation of her palms pressing lightly and gliding across my skin like rollers was far more pleasant than I’d expected. On top of that, the simple fact that Eun-jung was personally giving me a massage made me incredibly happy.
As I received the foot massage, the slightly cool love gel gradually warmed to the perfect temperature through friction with her warm palms. I closed my eyes halfway, savoring the soft shlick, shlick of her hands pressing and sliding over my skin.
“I’m done with your feet, so I’ll move upward now, okay?”
“Yeah…”
Her gentle touch, coated in sticky love gel, swept up and down my calves. Whenever she found a knotted muscle she would carefully knead and loosen it, slowly working her way higher.
Eventually her hands reached my thighs.
“Haaang…”
The sticky caress of her hands on my legs felt far more erotic than I had anticipated. She would lightly stroke with her palms, then squeeze and lift my legs as if wringing them out. Especially when she pressed her palms firmly into a muscle and rotated them in slow circles… it felt almost like a caress.
And that feeling grew even stronger when her fingers reached the inner part of my thighs.
“Nngh, mmm…, haa…”
The love gel was spread along my inner thighs and gently stroked. Her hands would press into the soft flesh and slide upward, nearly brushing my pussy before retreating downward again. Then she spread my thighs apart with her palms and teased the sensitive inner skin with both thumbs in feather-light strokes.
A strange tingling sensation kept shooting through me. This was supposed to be a massage… I wasn’t supposed to feel it like this…
“Hngh, ngh, haa…, haaang…”
What started as an involuntary whimper soon turned into my hips twitching every time her fingers moved. My pussy grew hotter and more desperate; I couldn’t control my body anymore. The pussy that had already learned the pleasure of penetration kept twitching at the entrance, begging to be made to feel good.
Then I suddenly noticed that Eun-jung’s hand had stopped completely.
When I opened my eyes and looked down, she was staring at the arousal dripping from my pussy.
…Ah.
“E-Eun-jung, that’s…”
“It’s okay, Seon-ah. There’s nothing to be embarrassed about. This is your first massage, so you wouldn’t know, but massage naturally stimulates the body’s metabolism, so…”
“Nngh…!”
“It’s completely normal for love juices to flow from the pussy like this.”
Eun-jung slipped a finger just inside my pussy, then pulled it out and showed it to me. A clear liquid—clearly different from the love gel—glistened under the light.
“Shall I continue then? Don’t be too shy. Just relax and stay confident.”
“…Okay.”
She really was a pro. Then again, just like doctors don’t react to every patient’s body… maybe Eun-jung was the same. She had been like that last time too, when she pressed firmly on my womb during the massage…
While I was thinking, her sticky hands moved past my groin and up toward my belly. She traced the V-line of my pelvis, then pressed inward from both sides of my lower abdomen, sinking deep as if reaching inside me. As the center of my lower belly lifted, I felt my womb rise slightly.
Every time the edge of Eun-jung’s hand pressed into my abdomen, my womb lifted; when it pulled back, my womb sank again. Lift, sink. Lift, sink.
“Haaang…, haa, haaa…”
My womb kept rising and falling, making my lower belly grow hotter… and the space between my legs increasingly desperate. Even though I wasn’t being stimulated directly like last time, the lewd feelings kept surging. I couldn’t help clenching my pussy tight.
Through my twitching entrance, a liquid with a different viscosity than the love gel began to spill out in thick pulses.
Eun-jung massaged the area around my womb for several minutes before finally moving her hands up to just beneath my breasts. She wrapped both hands around my torso and pushed the skin upward from below. Naturally, her palms kept bumping the undersides of my breasts, making them bounce and jiggle heavily up and down.
My already eye-catching large breasts were swaying so much that even Eun-jung’s gaze was drawn to them. While her hands continued the massage, her eyes stayed glued to my chest.
“…All right, that’s enough for this area. Now it’s time for your breasts.”
Eun-jung straddled my pelvis, placed her palms on each breast, and began rotating them—clockwise on one side, counterclockwise on the other. My stiff, erect nipples were crushed against her palms and rubbed relentlessly.
“Mmm…”
The sticky texture of her palms squishing my breasts, the electric tingling as they grazed my nipples and areolas… The longer I felt it, the more my head seemed to float away. Before I knew it, I was letting out soft, nasal moans.
Eun-jung ignored my trembling body and focused on the massage like a professional. She would knead my entire breast with both hands, then gently rub my areolas with her thumbs… After that she lightly gripped the area between my armpit and breast, pressing and rubbing firmly. With every motion my breasts swayed softly, and the cool air brushed across my gel-slicked, painfully erect nipples.
“Nngh, mmm…, haaang…”
I bit my lip hard, afraid that if I made any more strange noises Eun-jung would look at my pussy again, but I couldn’t stop the lewd sounds from leaking out. The renewed wetness in my pussy made me feel so empty that I secretly rubbed my thighs together, but that only made the sticky love juices feel even more obscene. It did nothing to relieve the ache.
“What’s wrong, Seon-ah? Are your legs uncomfortable?”
“Ah, no, it’s not that…”
“Come on, it’s perfectly natural for this to happen during a massage. Don’t worry about it.”
Eun-jung smiled and gave my breasts a light tap, then turned her head toward my lower body. Her palms clung stickily to my skin before pulling away, making my breasts jiggle sideways.
“Hmm… Still, the amount of love juice seems a bit… excessive, doesn’t it?”
“….”
“Did you sit in a chair a lot today…? Or maybe you overworked your pussy?”
…There was definitely something that came to mind. In a single day I had given my virginity to Han-na, experienced my first dildo insertion, and at the end had been forcibly spread open by Han Soo-hee so she could inspect the inside of my pussy…
I couldn’t possibly say out loud that yes, I had overworked my pussy, so I simply gave a small nod.
“Seon-ah. In my opinion, the inside of your pussy seems quite fatigued.”
“…Fatigued?”
“Yes. I think I need to loosen up the inside first.”
Eun-jung climbed off my pelvis and wiped her hands on a towel.
“Sorry for stopping the breast massage midway. I should take care of this first before continuing.”
“It’s okay, I’m fine…”
When I followed her gaze, my eyes were drawn to my own nipples—coated in glistening love gel and standing stiffly at attention.
“Seon-ah. Where did you put the thing we bought from the shopping site last time?”
“Um… I think I put it inside the middle section of the wardrobe…”
“Wait here a moment.”
Eun-jung rummaged through my closet, then tore open some packaging and pulled something out. It was a small, round, pink…
“Rotor…?”
“Yes. It’s similar to a vibrating massager. I think we can use it here.”
Holding the rotor in one hand, Eun-jung looked at me and smiled brightly.
“Spread your pussy for me. Hurry.”