An Unfamiliar Ecstasy
Yeo-won broke into a cold sweat as she instinctively sensed the atmosphere shifting into dangerous territory. The moment he lifted her chin with one hand and the other slipped between her thighs to brush against the very edge of her most intimate place, she cried out in panic.
“Shin, Shin-wol!”
At her desperate call of his name, his hand stilled.
“I know your name! I was telling you to let me go!”
Yeo-won straightened her spine rigidly to escape the solid mass of his body pressing against her back. Needing something to hold on to, she unconsciously gripped his thigh and strained with all her might to right herself.
Even so, the hand between her legs showed no intention of retreating. Thank goodness she was clenching her thighs; otherwise it would have already reached its destination.
“I-I have so many questions. There’s a lot I need to tell you, too. Ah, I met someone who carried an aura similar to yours, Shin-wol. I wondered if you might know him…”
She gasped.
His hand seized her legs and wrenched them apart, then swept downward over her sex. The foreign sensation made Yeo-won’s spine quiver. His fingers traced the seam of her pants with deliberate slowness.
“Ah, ah—wait, stop…”
She clutched his wrist and shook her head frantically, but he continued his merciless assault on her most sensitive flesh.
What was this? What on earth was this feeling? She had never experienced anything like it. The place burned as though set aflame, twitching like a living creature beyond her control.
Each time her body jerked, he would slow his rhythm, only to accelerate again once she had settled. While her mind fractured into chaos, he whispered against her ear.
“Hup—ugh—what?”
“H-how can I possibly talk right now—!”
With those words he pressed down firmly with his middle finger. The blunt, heavy pleasure—different from mere rubbing—made Yeo-won bite her lip hard.
Unfamiliar heat radiated through every inch of her body. It frightened her. What was this sensation? Could spiritual energy truly be transferred this way? Hadn’t a kiss been enough before?
When she tried by instinct to close her legs, he pinned them apart with his own. Pressing insistently against the center of her sex, he laughed softly.
As though testing the texture of the fabric, he circled his finger once, then tore her pants apart without mercy.
The sturdy slacks shredded like paper in his grasp. When she looked down, her completely exposed legs greeted her. The underwear must have been destroyed along with them; the cool touch of water against her spread folds was shockingly vivid.
The low, suggestive voice scrambled her thoughts. A long finger touched her bare skin, sliding slickly downward before rising again.
“Ugh!”
The blinding white flash behind her eyes made the earlier friction over cloth feel like child’s play. Her parted folds convulsed, as though trying to swallow his finger whole.
The faster his fingers moved, the more violently Yeo-won thrashed. After stroking only the outer folds, his finger delved deeper, circling her swollen bud before suddenly pushing its tip inside her entrance.
“Eut! Hic!”
A burst of light exploded across her vision. At last she reached the peak; Yeo-won drew in a sharp, shuddering breath. Her toes curled tight as spasms raced through her thighs. Shin-wol smiled, satisfied.
Her body had gone completely limp and begun to slide downward; Shin-wol caught her. Leaning fully against him, Yeo-won panted, eyes glistening with unshed tears. Her head felt numb. The world spun. Her body continued to twitch helplessly.
Shin-wol turned her chin toward him. Even as their lips met, Yeo-won had no strength left to resist.
A plush tongue pushed between her parted lips. It claimed every corner of her mouth, and wet, obscene sounds filled the bath.
Shin-wol coaxed her tongue into movement, mingling their saliva. In a hazy daze, Yeo-won followed his lead.
After several long minutes the kiss finally broke. Shin-wol continued licking at her glistening lips with obvious reluctance, and each pass drained yet more strength from her body.
She wanted to ask if it was over, but her voice refused to obey. The act itself was exhausting; combined with the drain of her spiritual energy, Yeo-won genuinely could not move a single fingertip.
When her lips twitched faintly, he smiled with wicked sweetness.
Instead of answering, Yeo-won blinked slowly. Her eyelids grew heavier. Just as sleep dragged her under, her body was suddenly lifted. Her eyes flew open. He had carried her out of the bath and seated her, then once again spread her legs.
His black hair dipped between her thighs. Yeo-won recoiled in alarm, but he caught her ankle and pulled her back.
He stroked the soft mound with deceptive gentleness before seizing her thighs and wrenching them wide.
“No, no—please…”
She did not want to be ruled by pleasure any longer. Shame and humiliation already crashed over her in waves, yet he licked upward along her entrance without mercy. Something hot, wet, and slippery glided over her sex; then the tip of his tongue curled around her swollen bud.
Each flick against her most sensitive spot made her hips jerk. The brush of his soft hair against her inner thighs sent maddening shivers across her skin. Without thinking, Yeo-won grabbed his head and tried to push him away. A broken sob laced with whimpers slipped from between her bitten lips.
“Hic—ugh—stop, haa!”
The harder she fought, the more relentlessly he pursued her. He rubbed her clitoris firmly with his thumb while his tongue probed her entrance with precise, maddening strokes.
“Hup—hng—ugh…”
Her mind went blank. The only thing she could register was the devastating pleasure surging from below. Tears spilled down her cheeks. Her lower belly tightened with a deep, molten ache; her entire body trembled on the verge of shattering. Then the tongue that had been teasing her entrance slid slowly, inexorably inside.
The untouched passage was forced open. At last Yeo-won could hold back no longer. A pitiful, keening cry tore from her throat. Her vision went black, and consciousness fled.
Back in the room, Yeo-won lay limp in Shin-wol’s arms. He lowered her gently onto the bedding and cooled her flushed face with careful fingers.
Humans could not remain in hot water long, so he had deliberately removed her from the bath—yet she had fainted anyway.
Though that was hardly the only reason.
He had done nothing more than touch and lick her, yet even that had been overwhelming for the girl. She had fainted despite the fact that he had stopped drawing spiritual energy midway; clearly her stamina was far weaker than most humans’.
As he watched her, her lips trembled.
Was she cold?
Fearing she might catch a chill, he peeled away the soaked clothes and wrapped her in his own robe, but it still did not seem enough.
He lifted his fingers to summon a spell. A warm breeze would dry the moisture and should have been sufficient, yet this human was so fragile he worried even that might make her ill.
Staring at her, Shin-wol suddenly lay down beside her on the bedding.
He drew the blanket over them both and pulled her into his arms. As expected, the skin pressed to his chest was icy.
His human form carried too low a body temperature. After a moment’s consideration, Shin-wol closed his eyes.
Ears emerged from his hair. Nine lush tails unfurled beneath him.
In this suin form his temperature matched that of his true gumiho body. He briefly considered revealing his full nine-tailed form to warm her completely, but decided against it; if Yeo-won woke and saw it, the shock would likely make her faint all over again.
“Huu…”
Seeking warmth, Yeo-won groped at his chest and burrowed closer, like a newborn chick pressing against its mother.
He felt the soft crush of her breasts against his abdomen. The ache in his lower body sharpened, yet he chose restraint.
Shin-wol parted the front of his robe and draped it over her as well. The sound of her deep, even breathing filled the quiet room.
The face she had shown at the height of pleasure was entirely new to him.
He had believed her resemblance to Mun-a was almost painfully exact, yet for the first time she felt like a stranger.
The crimson flush across her cheeks, the glistening eyes, the furrowed brow, the lips bitten tight to stifle her cries—none of it belonged to Mun-a.
It belonged to Han Yeo-won.
That was why he had pushed her so relentlessly. He had wanted her to climax harder, to feel more intensely, until Mun-a’s shadow was completely erased.
Stroking the sleeping girl’s back where she lay peacefully in his arms, he whispered into the darkness.
His eyes glittered with sudden realization.