Yandere Warning Signs Starting from the Talking Stage (3)
Morning.
Don't ask me why it's already morning.
A working man's sleep always flies by in an instant. Even on a Saturday night.
You might wonder what happened overnight, but surprisingly we just slept, pure and simple. Nothing worth noting except that Riyeon clung to my arm the whole time. Thankfully, neither of us seemed the type to mess around before bed or in our sleep.
"Ugh-grrrk—!"
I got up first, washed up, and came out to find Riyeon belatedly yawning and stretching. Then she stretched both arms out straight, and there was a sharp crackling sound.
Young as she was, she'd been through a lot. Or maybe those massive breasts of hers were putting her shoulders through absolute hell.
"Want me to rub your shoulders?"
"…You're not just trying to cop a feel of my chest, are you?"
"You felt me up yesterday."
"I'm not complaining. I'm worried I won't be able to hold back and jump you."
"Want your first time to have the right mood?"
"Yeah…."
So it wasn't double standards — it was self-sacrifice to keep herself in check. Like a succubus warning me that if I touched her now, she'd suck me dry of every last drop of vitality.
"I'll just massage your shoulders and neck."
"Please."
Even as she straightened her back there was another crack. At this rate she'd hurt even without any pressure applied. Sure enough, the moment I lightly gripped with my fingertips I could feel how tightly knotted everything was.
"Urgh?!"
"Does that hurt? I barely used any force."
"It hurts… but it's bearable. It's been ridiculously stiff."
Good that she was willing to tough it out. They were so solid they practically held a shape, so as first aid I pressed without applying real pressure.
"Urgh?! Nnnngh—!!"
"Hang in there. Hang in there. We've got to work this out."
"Okay… hick?!"
That was me starting on the back of her neck where it connected from the shoulders. Nothing fancy. It was wound tight there, too. Well, with that murderous glare she wore every day, of course her whole body would be tensed up.
"Ugh-grrrrkh!"
"You need to learn to relax a little in your daily life."
"Hoo… haah… haah… haaaangh—!!!"
Whoa. This wasn't going to cut it. I hadn't planned to go this hard, but her condition was way too severe. I felt a sense of mission that I had to work it out even if it hurt a little — using real force if necessary.
"Hick?! Oppa, wait a sec…!"
"No. Endure it."
"Haaangh!!"
"Relax. I can't even get in properly."
Her muscles were surprisingly strong. I needed to grab and work the muscle free, but my fingers couldn't dig in well.
"That's because yours are so big, Oppa!"
"Which only makes resistance futile, human."
Squeeze.
"Ahhhnnngh—!!!"
Riyeon quickly cried uncle.
"Oppa… haah… Oppa, don't do this. You weren't this kind of person!"
"No. You made me this way."
These knotted shoulders and the nape of her neck made it impossible for me to stop. If grabbing a large chunk of the knot and kneading was hard, the move was to take small bits and rapidly work them free first, then go in for the kill in one go.
"Nngh! Nngh! Nnnngh! Nngh! Haahk! Hah hah hah hah!"
"……"
"Hnnngh! Oppa, I really can't… I feel like I'm losing my mind…!"
"Passing out might be better? Then I can do whatever I want."
"Ugh… damn…! Haang! Eut… absolutely… no…!"
She said that, but she was holding up well. Still — could she endure this too?
"Ahick?! Eut… urgk! Kurk! Oohk!"
I pressed hard into the back of her nape with both palms. Riyeon's back arched like a bow as her head snapped up. Eyes squeezed shut against the bright ceiling light, unrestrained moans poured from her open mouth.
"Ugh ugh ugh ugh ugh!"
"Ready?"
My palms slowly moved downward. The moment my fingers touched the secret area connecting neck and shoulder, Riyeon freaked out and started smacking my thighs.
"Oppa, please! I'm sorry! Stop now…!"
Not a chance. I whispered into her ear, hidden under her secret two-tone hair.
"You're the one who asked for this."
"No…! Hwaaaaaangh!"
Riyeon's waist curved to its absolute limit. Those massive breasts — the root of all this — bounced and swayed. But they didn't draw my gaze. Right now, in this moment, there was a part of my talking-stage girl more important than her chest!
"Aang! Aang! Aaaangh! Aang aang!"
Her breathing threatened to tip over as the strength of the smacks on my thighs increased. But I couldn't stop.
"Riyeon, have you never gotten a massage before?"
"Never…! Never… this is my first time. Please be gentle… haaangh!"
Whoa. So even this was a first. To think I was invading this forbidden zone no one's hands had ever touched. In that case, ravaging it my way was the answer.
"From now on, nothing but my hands will satisfy you."
"Nooooooo—!!!!!!"
I gave Riyeon everything I had. Ragged breathing. The gasps that had been thrashing in pain gradually transformed into sighs of surging pleasure. And all the while, our rhythm climbed toward a climax.
"Oppa, what are you…?"
"Shh. Stay still."
From outside her arms I laced my fingers behind her back through her underarms.
"Riyeon."
"Heek… yes…."
"Put a little strength in your arms."
"L-like this?"
Like a factory press, I straightened my bent arms with a firm pull.
"Ahiieeeeeek—!!!!"
Riyeon's arms and back straightened out with a series of cracks. Still knotted. But definitely half as bad as when we started.
"Haah… haah… haaaaah… hnn…."
Riyeon's recovering breaths trembled from how much it had hurt.
"How was it?"
"……"
I whispered into her ear again. Riyeon only swallowed and didn't answer. Meaning this tomboy had been worked over by my hands so thoroughly she couldn't even speak.
"Must not be fully worked out. Better do it again."
"Hick! It was good! So good. My body loosened up and it felt amazing!"
"Really?"
When I lifted my hands Riyeon flinched. Fair enough. But the massage was done. I rested a hand on the crown of her head and gently stroked.
"Good work. Your shoulders and neck were really knotted up. You should go for regular aesthetic treatments or something."
Aesthetics cost a fortune, but Riyeon was in far better shape financially than me, so no issue. What's the point of hoarding money? In this world you come with only a body and leave with only a body, so you've got to take care of your health.
But Riyeon shook her head at my words.
"Why? Hate it because it hurts? You've still got to keep at it to work them out."
"I don't like other people touching my body."
Ah. So that was it. I'd overlooked Riyeon's highly guarded personality.
"Sorry. I touched you without thinking."
"It's fine. I asked you to. And… it felt good."
"Oh?"
Surprised by the honest impression, I pulled my hand away and looked at her profile. Riyeon took my hand again and set it back on top of her head. The way she patted my thigh was like trying to start a cultivator engine. When I ran my hand through her hair like a comb, Riyeon drew a deep breath in and out and closed her eyes in satisfaction.
"Do it next time too."
"Do what?"
"The massage."
"Sure."
"And stroke my head every day."
"I heard girls hate having their hair touched?"
"It's fine if it's you, Oppa. No — only you, Oppa."
"Special treatment, huh… I like that."
"You like it?"
"Yeah."
Riyeon tipped her head all the way back. The angle settled with me looking down and her looking up. Given the position, her hair was nothing but blue right now. Only the inner color of her secret two-tone was facing me. Our faces were inverted as we looked at each other, yet our eyes met straight on.
Neither of us made the first move, exactly. We closed our eyes and pressed our lips together.
It was a short kiss. Not a peck — a soft, lingering chuup that stretched a little. Nothing much, yet somehow lewd. Lewd, but the feeling was different.
"Ah."
Riyeon sighed.
"What? Can't hold back? Want me to step out for a bit?"
"It's not that."
Riyeon stuck out her lower lip and shot me a sidelong look.
"Weird. The Riyeon I know would be all heated up and wanting to masturbate right about now?"
"This is different."
"Different how?"
Riyeon's face flushed red. She was truly embarrassed.
"It was so… romantic, and felt good, and soft while being ticklish… all warm and fuzzy."
Biting her lower lip, she glanced at me several times before taking my cheeks in both hands and pulling me toward her. We both pouted our lips. Pressed and were pressed again, lingering. Every little crease of her lips was pleasure. When we pressed hard and pulled away there was a rather embarrassing chuuuup sound, but after it ended we were busy meeting each other's eyes.
"Don't look at me like that."
Riyeon pleaded.
"Your eyes right now are so sexy I feel like I could finish from your gaze alone."
"I want to keep looking, though. What should I do?"
"…Then do it one more time."
We kissed again. This time I tried something a little different. Once we touched I made soft little pop-pop sounds, kissing her lips and the area around them again. I couldn't understand what this ticklish feeling was every time we touched, or why even the pit of my stomach felt pleasantly tickled.
"One more…!"
We weren't in a hurry. We were calm and rational. When a kiss ended we drew back slightly and our eyes met. We looked for a moment, then couldn't hold back and did it again. Repeat, repeat, repeat. But we never went further than kissing. We could have, but we liked this youthful freshness far too much.
"Hnnngh…."
Riyeon, who had been pursing her lower lip, opened her eyes a slit and spoke to me.
"Kiss me every day from now on too."
"Once each?"
"At least once each."
A soft smile tugged at the corners of her lips.
"And after that, whenever you feel like it with me, make sure you do it."
For all that she had seemed like such a strong, independent woman, in the end Riyeon was still a girl.