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"W-what are you going to do...?"
The woman, who had her eyes squeezed shut as if expecting to be pounced on any second, swallows the tears pooling in her eyes and glances back and forth between my cock hovering near her lower body and my face.
I really had been planning to pounce, but seeing her body made me change my mind. I cross my arms and lift my gaze, slowly scanning her from the top of her head to the tips of her toes, taking in every inch.
"...W-what is it?"
"...Hmm."
With her limbs bound, she curls up and covers her chest with her legs. Ears flushed bright red, she snaps at my lecherous stare in a voice thick with embarrassment.
Without a word, I reach out and start fondling her pussy.
"Kyaaak?! Y-you...!"
"Don't move. Stay perfectly still for a moment."
The moment I touch the soft flesh around her pussy, she goes deathly pale again and begins trembling violently. Seeing a reaction like this, it seems this woman...
"You've never done it before?"
"I already told you! It's my first time! So get your hand off me first...!"
"No, not that. I mean masturbation or anything like that. You've seriously never tried it?"
"..."
Cheeks burning, she buries her face between the legs still covering her chest. Looks like that's the case. I've been touching and stimulating her pussy this whole time, yet instead of getting wet, her entire body has gone rigid, every muscle locked tight from tension.
...She's this nervous? It really does look like she has zero sexual experience, never mind experience with men. Wow. This is the first time I've ever met a woman like her.
"...Have you ever had a boyfriend?"
"I have, okay?!"
She jerks her bowed head up and shouts. So she hasn't had a boyfriend either. A clean body that knows neither men nor depravity... The final piece of the puzzle clicks perfectly into place.
I hadn't expected this much. This is going to be far more enjoyable than I thought.
I was originally going to use the aphrodisiac Seo-hee made. I almost wasted something precious, didn't I?
Probably the purest woman I've ever encountered. To me, her body is a vast, empty canvas. A massive canvas I can paint however my tastes dictate.
Ah, this is going to be fun.
"...Then it's fine. I don't like forcing things anyway."
I pull my hand away from her pussy, zip up my pants, and stand.
"...Huh?"
The woman relaxes her tensed muscles, no longer feeling the stranger's touch on her body, and looks up at me with eyes that ask, Really?
Something far more interesting than touching her right now had just occurred to me.
"T-then..."
"I'll help you enjoy it too."
"What? Hey, wait...!!"
I lift her bound hands above her head and instantly circle behind her.
"Wait, help me enjoy it? I don't need that! Let go!"
"Don't worry. It'll feel really good."
The small woman sitting on my lap. I place both hands on her tiny breasts. They aren't large, but the way they fit perfectly into my palms surprises me. So soft and squishy... I feel like I could get addicted to this sensation.
"W-wait...!! Don't touch my breasts...!"
Whether from shame or embarrassment, she twists and tries to duck her head, but unlike before, her hands are hooked around my neck, so she can't lower her head or cover herself.
"Ugh♡ For real, I don't like it...! Stop...!!"
"Hmm. So you can feel it through your breasts, huh?"
Her face flushes, not with shame but with something else, and a moist breath escapes her. I'd heard somewhere that smaller breasts tend to be more sensitive. Guess it's true. Well, it doesn't matter.
The green light flowing from her body begins to pour into me. It's a good start, but I still have a long way to go before I can absorb it all.
"Then what about here?"
"Hyaangut?!!♡"
The cute pink nipples rising from her small breasts. When I gently pinch one, a moan a full octave higher bursts out. It feels like playing with a toy.
"J-just now...♡ That tingly feeling...?♡"
She looks confused by the sensation she just experienced. With an expression that says she has no idea what's happening, she stares down at her own chest. The already stiff muscles throughout her body grow even tighter.
Surprised by how violently she's shaking, I ease the pressure of my hand on her breast. I never imagined she'd be this terrified.
Unknown pleasure she's never felt in her entire life. They say when people encounter something in an unfamiliar realm, they either feel curiosity or fear. In her case, it seems to be the latter.
"...Hic...!♡ I-I don't like it... I'm scared...!"
"..."
The woman is still trembling on my lap. ...Of course, I could just keep going. Drown her in inescapable pleasure without giving her even a moment to think, exactly like I've always done.
But I don't want to. Instead of forcibly staining her resisting body with pleasure, I want to watch her slowly sink into it on her own.
The problem is that she interprets everything I offer as terror. What should I do? How can I...
"...Ah."
After a very brief moment of thought, a good idea came to me. Right now she's afraid of this thing called "pleasure." So what if I make her accept it gradually without realizing that's what she's feeling?
"..."
"...Ugh...?"
Without a word, I quietly withdraw my hand from her breast and step back. This time she turns to look at me with open distrust.
To that woman, I deliberately show her my empty hands, then open Seo-hee's closet, pull out a suitable t-shirt, and slip it over her head.
"...What? All of a sudden? Is it over? You're not doing anything?"
"How can I do anything when you're that scared? Besides, I reconsidered. I might need you. It'd be a waste to destroy something with actual utility value. You seem to know about that organization, and more importantly, you know about the fruit and even carry it inside your body."
"..."
She glares at me with eyes that ask what the hell I'm suddenly talking about.
To ease her wariness as much as possible, I begin feeding her excuses.
"...I'm glad you finally understand what I'm saying, but you expect me to trust you? The guy who tried to rape me? Fine, I'll be generous and understand. But at the very least, as a show of good faith, you could untie me."
"If that puts your mind at ease even a little, the others will understand too."
"...Hmm, okay. Now we're actually communicating. I don't particularly want to be enemies with you people either. You guys have this... how should I put it... smell of money."
"Then it's perfect. I need the fruit's power and information. You need money, right? Couldn't have worked out better. Money is the one thing we have in abundance."
I untie the cloth binding her hands and sit down in front of her.
Maybe her wrists are stiff from being tied so long. She rotates them, watching me with a face that, while less hostile than before, still hasn't lost its suspicion.
"...If you're worried, here. All your belongings are in this bag."
I hand her the bag Seo-hee had collected from her. Still refusing to take her eyes off me, she opens it and pulls out the stun gun, showing it to me.
"Then it's fine if I keep this, right? If you try anything weird, I'll fry you on the spot."
I shrug.
"I couldn't even if I wanted to anymore. I'm exhausted and can't use my real strength right now. In this state, getting zapped by that thing would be dangerous even for me."
"..."
She lowers the stun gun that had been pointed at me.
"...Is this your headquarters?"
"Headquarters? We don't have anything like that. It's just another house."
"...Hmm, it doesn't look like you have that much money..."
She mutters to herself while looking around the house. Yeah, she and Seo-hee probably won't get along.
"...Make sure you tell your friends clearly too. Don't touch me anymore, got it?"
"Yeah, yeah, don't worry."
"Good, then... Hey, what the hell are you doing? Why are you touching whatever you want?! You pervert!"
"It's just a massage as an apology. Sorry about earlier."
I knead the belly of the woman who has recovered her imposing attitude and is shouting in a voice too big for her small frame. More precisely, the lower abdomen right beneath her navel. I massage her smooth, fat-free belly.
"...A massage out of nowhere? Isn't that too random?"
"Just accept it. It's a show of my sincerity."
"...If you're showing sincerity, show it with money... Well, I'll forgive what just happened. But don't misunderstand. I don't completely trust you yet."
"Thanks for forgiving me. I made a mistake earlier too. If you want money, I'll give you some."
"...How much?"
"...I'm not the one in charge of finances, so I don't know exactly. But if you ask, I think they'd give you at least a hundred million..."
At the word "hundred million," her eyes begin to sparkle. Humming a little tune, she lies down in a more comfortable position for the belly massage. The wariness that had vanished the instant money entered the conversation. Just how greedy for money is she?
"...But what exactly are you doing?"
The bizarre sight of a hand rubbing her belly instead of her breasts, pussy, or ass over her clothes. Even though a stranger is touching her stomach, the fact that the same stranger had nearly raped her just minutes ago seems to have dulled her ability to judge dangerous situations.
"This should be about the right spot..."
"What do you mean the right spot? No, more importantly, what are you even doing? Normal massages are for shoulders or the neck... Ngh...♡ aren't they?"
...She didn't notice. She hadn't realized the sensation she just felt was pleasure. With that reaction, it seems my positioning was correct.
What I'm touching on her lower belly right now is her womb. The most important organ for anyone born female. I had been quietly massaging that exact spot for nearly ten minutes. As a result, the woman unconsciously lets out hot breaths. Her face grows hazy from the faint pleasure subtly stimulating her brain, and a thin trail of drool slips from the corner of her mouth.
Where do women feel pleasure during sex? The vagina, clitoris, breasts, anus—there are many places. But who normally stimulates only the womb to feel it? Some people can, but they're a minority. In most people's minds, the womb isn't considered an erogenous zone. Feeling pleasure from a place that isn't even classified as one is extremely difficult.
That's why I aimed for her to arbitrarily convince herself, What I felt just now wasn't pleasure. Feeling it from the womb? No way. I didn't expect it to work this easily. Maybe she has a natural talent for feeling pleasure this way.
"....Huuung...♡ What is this...♡ It feels strangely good...♡ What kind of massage is this...? It might actually be pretty nice...♡"
"...I learned it from somewhere."
"Is that... ngh...♡ so..."
With a languid voice, the woman slumps against me and twitches her belly.
"...By the way, what's your name? Hey, you don't mind me calling you that, do you?"
"...Ah, my name... Because of my job... Mmm...♡ I don't usually tell people, but since you're basically a colleague now...♡ I'm Song I-ran...♡ You can't go spreading it around, okay?"
Song I-ran smiles playfully, completely unaware that her own pussy has grown wet and slick.
"...Don't worry."