The Massage That Made Her Pass Out
Not satisfied with just the massage, Moonbyeol provoked Taeyang once more.
"Well... after going at it so hard, sucking and biting with Ahyeon unnie, no wonder you're low on energy."
"Hmm."
Taeyang merely found her taunt endearing. How utterly pathetic it was. With years of massage experience under his belt and countless "victims" who'd passed through his hands, he could discern pain from pleasure just from her overall breathing or the way her body trembled. He knew full well that most of Moonbyeol's reactions right now stemmed from pain.
Was it that hollow pride of hers—the idea that she couldn't admit a man's massage hurt? The reason hardly mattered. He was simply rewarding her for all the hard work she'd put into grocery shopping today.
"Fine... if you want it harder."
Taeyang chuckled softly but obliged, pressing down with even greater force as she demanded. He alternated pressure between the GB21 and GB20 points, kneading the knotted muscles in turn.
"Kh-huuk!"
Every time Taeyang's fingertips zeroed in on a muscle or acupoint, Moonbyeol's toes splayed wide before clenching tight, over and over. Her tense back arched like a bow, and she buried her face in the pillow until she could barely breathe.
A few minutes later, Taeyang asked again. "Really not hurting?"
"Harder... h-haaht! Harder!"
Moonbyeol refused to utter a plea for gentleness, even on the brink of death. The reason went without saying. It hurt like hell, but the stronger the pain, the more intensely it amplified that illicit pleasure. Even after Taeyang had applied ointment to her ass last night, she hadn't been able to forget the sensation and had masturbated all night long—but it hadn't felt this good.
"Heh-heh, haa... ughk!"
Those were moans far too lewd for a massage, but Moonbyeol had no spare attention for such concerns. Her jaw ached from biting the pillow, yet every time her own moans echoed in her ears, her teeth clenched harder.
"More...! More!"
The pain at the pressured spots was overshadowed by the pleasure surging through her entire body. Caught between those two opposing yet intertwined sensations, she felt like she might lose consciousness at any moment. Truth be told, she already had half-checked out.
"Hnght!"
"Fuu..."
Ten more minutes passed. Taeyang let out a short sigh and finally stopped his hands. Even for him, a session this long was a first.
"Feels loosened up now."
He'd massaged her shoulders and neck for over twenty minutes straight. The rock-hard knots had completely unraveled. Taeyang gave her shoulder a light smack.
"All done. Get up."
"Haa... haa..."
But Moonbyeol remained sprawled on the bed, not even lifting her head this time as she slowly spoke. "Not just shoulders... my back and waist too... can you?"
"Those too? Tsk..."
Taeyang hesitated. A proper massage demanded a toll on stamina and focus the deeper you went. Doing her back and waist as well would push it close to ninety minutes.
As he mulled it over in silence, Moonbyeol glanced back with a pitiful whine. "Can't you...?"
"It's tough..."
"Hiiing..."
Drunk on the pain and pleasure Taeyang inflicted, oblivious to her own words, Moonbyeol just begged for more. In a coquettish whisper laced with seduction, she cooed, "Oppa... Moonbyeol canceled plans with friends today just to go shopping with you... pretty pleeease, just a little more?"
It had been years since he'd seen her act this cute. Taeyang burst into genuine laughter and surrendered first. He placed his hands back on her shoulders.
"Just a bit longer, okay?"
"Mhm... but as hard as before..."
Taeyang shifted from her waist down to her thighs, straightening his knees. "Hah!" His pant leg brushed her ass, drawing a sharp cry from Moonbyeol—but not one born of stinging pain.
"Alright, back-focused today then. Be a good girl and listen to oppa later, and I'll do more."
"Yesss... Moonbyeol will be oppa's good, obedient little sis..."
"You'll wanna kill yourself if you remember this later."
Better if she forgot it all. He didn't particularly care, but he doubted Moonbyeol could face this situation coldly.
"Don't care... hurry up and knead me..."
"Yeah, yeah."
Taeyang pressed his palms into the hollows of her shoulder blades. Squeeze—CRUSH—
"Hiik! Hiiiiiik!"
Unable even to cover her mouth anymore, Moonbyeol let out a lewd cry of pure ecstasy. How many more minutes passed like that? An unprecedented shock ripped through her entire body.
"Nnghiiiiii!"
Finally, her back arched like a bow. Her head, thrown back, thudded onto the pillow.
And then.
"Huek... haa......."
She passed out cold, as if fainting.
"Huh?"
Startled, Taeyang slid off her and checked her face. Buried in the pillow, all that came was the soft sound of her steady breathing. Having climaxed at the end, Moonbyeol had completely conked out, leaving Taeyang alone and awkwardly scratching his head.
He drew in a sharp breath. "Whoa."
That good, huh? No matter how skilled he was, passing out from a massage shouldn't happen. She'd endured the obvious pain signals, so he'd suspected something more than hurt, but now he couldn't exactly ask the unconscious girl.
"Well, whatever..."
Gazing down at her, Taeyang let slip a faint smile.
"Mmm..."
Perhaps uncomfortable breathing face-down, Moonbyeol turned her head in her sleep. Her expression, now visible, looked utterly blissful and serene. The occasional lip-smack suggested she was dreaming of something delicious.
"Sweet dreams."
She'd wake before nightfall, he figured optimistically, as he switched off the light and quietly slipped out of the room.
Or tried to.
Grip—
Something seized his wrist as he reached for the door.
"What the—?"
Turning in surprise, he saw Moonbyeol clutching his wrist tight in her sleep, refusing to let go. Of course, he could yank free with force if he wanted. But...
"Oppa..."
She murmured. It was a tiny voice, but clear as day.
"Don't go..."
What kind of dream was she having? That blissful face from moments ago now looked on the verge of tears, heartbreakingly sad.
Instead of pulling away, Taeyang perched lightly on the bed's edge, waiting for her to release him.
"Oppa..."
"Yeah. Oppa's right here."
He gave short replies each time she called for him, patiently waiting.
*
Another hour passed, perhaps. She no longer gripped his wrist or called for oppa. Finally free, Taeyang rose from the bed. The unexpected heavy labor of the massage had left him drenched in sweat. He headed straight to the bathroom for a shower.
Dressed only in underwear, he returned to his room for fresh clothes. Moonbyeol was still deep in slumber on the bed. Rummaging quietly through his drawer...
Bzzz— bzzz— bzzz—
His phone was always on silent, so this vibration from the bed behind him was Moonbyeol's.
He ignored it briefly, and it stopped. But only for a moment.
Bzzz— bzzz—
The persistent buzzing resumed, grating on his nerves. He couldn't focus on picking clothes.
"Who the hell calls this many times?"
Irritated, Taeyang snatched the phone from the bed and checked the number. Unsaved, unknown. Normally, he'd just end the call, but what if it was something important for Moonbyeol? He grabbed it and stepped out into the hall before answering.
"Hello?"
[Huh? Moonbyeol's phone? Uh?]
Disbelief colored the voice on the other end. It seemed to pull the phone away and check the screen, the sound fading then returning repeatedly.
"Yes, that's right. This is Moonbyeol's oppa. She's not in a state to talk, so I picked up."
Understanding dawned, and the voice let out a long "Oooh~"
[Ah~~~~ Are you the one who came to the parent observation class yesterday?]
"Yes."
Sounded like a classmate. The bright, bubbly tone screamed typical high school girl.
"Is it something urgent?"
[Oh, no! Not at all! We had PC bang plans at this time, but no reply or read receipt, so I got worried and called! She's really okay, right?]
"Yeah. Probably just forgot."
Taeyang shot a glance at the still-sleeping Moonbyeol and added, "She's got a good friend."
[Aww, no biggie~]
Moonbyeol's friend hesitated a moment before asking cautiously.
[Um, but... what's the name of Moonbyeol's guardian... I mean, her oppa?]
"Geum Taeyang."
[Got it! Um, can I call you Taeyang oppa?]
"Sure, whatever's comfortable."
[Oppa! Hold on a sec! Just a moment!]
She seemed to cover the mic, and the sound muffled. Faint murmurs suggested a group huddle, but he couldn't make out the words. About ten seconds later, her voice returned, now brimming with excitement.
[Oppa! So, uh, we're short one person for our group...]
The voice on the line asked tentatively.
[Do you... like games?]