Sudden Mood Gate: Two Weeks' Record (8)
“Hnnngh…♡!”
A warm hand glided up along her spine, kneading her shoulders with expert pressure. It found every knot in her muscles as if it could read her body in real time. A masseur who knew her physical condition down to the second—how could anything be more perfect? Yeonha let out a trembling sigh of admiration.
Thick, sticky oil was spread across the nape of her neck. Her pale, slender throat twitched and shivered.
“You are beautiful.”
“Hnn…♡”
“Your body is flawless, your face like an angel’s. But that is not why you are beautiful.”
Tran Van Bao whispered endlessly, sweetly, right against Yeonha’s half-melted ear.
“You are beautiful because of your pure and kind heart. Tran Van Bao has fallen for you. You are the only Korean who never rejected him.”
“Tran Van Bao…”
How many wounds had he carried? As an illegal immigrant, how much discrimination, persecution, and contempt had he endured over the years? Yeonha felt tears welling up.
Tran Van Bao’s hands slowly undid the straps of her hero suit and began pulling down the zipper along her back.
“Tran Van Bao will apply oil to your back now. It will feel cold.”
“Y-yes…”
“Relax. That’s it. Just a little lower. Oil on the suit would be unpleasant.”
“Y-yeees…”
The hero suit slid downward. First her snow-white shoulders appeared, then the flawless skin of her back. Below that, the undersides of her large breasts pressed against the table peeked out. Following the firm, well-trained erector muscles downward revealed a waist so slim it could be held in one hand, then the pale curve of her buttocks and the wide, powerful hips beneath.
Tran Van Bao finished removing her clothes and climbed slowly onto her back, whispering.
“Your body has been trained so beautifully. The harmony between muscle and nerve is without flaw. How difficult it must have been to maintain this. Tran Van Bao cannot even imagine.”
“Haaah…♡”
“Now let go of all strength. The real massage begins.”
Erogenous zones were not limited to the genitals. Tran Van Bao possessed the ability to analyze another’s body in minute detail. He had spent far more time and effort locating and stimulating erogenous zones than simply finding injuries or fatigue. And when those zones lay outside the genitals, they slowly brought the body to a boil—not with sharp, intense pleasure, but with a heavy, hot, comfortably burning arousal.
Like this.
“Hnnngh…♡! Hyaaah♡!”
“Does it feel good?”
“Y-yesh…♡ You’re so good at this…♡!”
“How about here? Does the pressure hurt?”
“N-no…♡!”
Yeonha’s tongue was already loosening as she twitched beneath the acupressure. She probably hadn’t noticed, but her pussy was already glistening, flooded with arousal. Even without a flashy climax, she had no immunity to this kind of sticky, simmering excitement.
Tran Van Bao climbed fully onto her buttocks, pressing and rubbing the erogenous zones gathered along her shoulders and back—not too hard, more like a caress—while tracing the slender line from her waist to her external obliques with his fingertips.
“Tran Van Bao loves you.”
“Ungh…♡!”
“He has fallen for you. For your kindness, your goodness.”
“Hah, don’t… I have a boyfriend… I love Colossus…”
“It is fine. Tran Van Bao understands.”
Her refusal did not stop the massage. His fingers hovered on the edge of danger, tracing her skin with feather-light touches.
“Tran Van Bao does not wish to bind or possess you. He only wants to convey his feelings. This is his pure heart. Will you accept it?”
“B-but… Colossus…”
“Where is he right now?”
Tran Van Bao spoke with a smile, his voice completely unhurried. At some point his body had come to rest almost entirely on top of hers, his face right beside her ear. Like the serpent in the Bible tempting Eve, he moved slowly.
“The only person beside you right now is Tran Van Bao. And you respected and understood him. Now he wants to do the same for you. He wants to understand everything about you, respect every part of you.”
“Tran Van Bao…”
“Even if this is only a single day’s indulgence, Tran Van Bao will spend the rest of his life cherishing the memory.”
—Sluuurk.
Because he had climbed onto her oil-slicked body, Tran Van Bao’s own clothes were soaked through with aromatic oil. His pants slid down smoothly, and with a soft thwop, his fully erect cock sprang free. Without using his hands, he skillfully maneuvered it between her large buttocks and laid it gently on top.
When the hot, heavy weight settled on her ass, Yeonha let out a small “Hik!” and flinched.
“Even if it is a lie, Tran Van Bao would like you to say you love him. Because he truly loves you.”
“Hnn…!”
“If you say no, he will never touch you again. But even then, he will remember you forever—always beautiful, always perfect.”
“Haah♡!”
Whispering like a youth in love, Tran Van Bao slowly rubbed his cock against her buttocks. The oil made their skin cling together, producing wet, obscene sounds: chlop, chlp.
Hearing his burning confession, Yeonha’s final psychological barrier crumbled. With her face flushed crimson and buried in the table, she whispered softly.
“Yes… I’ll say it… I love you.”
“Tran Van Bao couldn’t hear. Please say it again.”
“I love… you. Tran Van Bao. So please…”
Chup—the tip of his cock kissed her pussy. Then came the long, wet sound of her long-starved cunt sucking him in: chlop-chlop♡. His oil-coated shaft slid inside without the slightest resistance. Finally, Tran Van Bao’s short, stocky body pressed flush against her ass.
As he entered her, Yeonha’s pussy clenched in a light climax.
“Hyaaaaah♡!!!”
“Say you love him. Bopal Rabbit.”
“I-I love…♡!! I love you…♡!!”
—Schlick♡!
He pulled out slowly, almost all the way to the glans, then—
—Thwack♡!
—slammed back in, burying himself to the hilt. Then—
—Zzzzt!!
—he released a micro-current straight into her G-spot, fully activating it.
“Ughhh♡!! Hiiiit♡!!! Hnnnghhh…♡♡!!!”
As Yeonha thrashed and bucked, he grabbed her hair from behind—not too roughly, but with practiced control—and leaned in with a leering smile. Yeonha, eyes glazed, accepted his kiss.
—Chup♡ Chup♡ Chuuurlp♡
Their tongues tangled and rubbed while their oil-slick bodies ground together. Only instinct remained as they traded sweet, ragged breaths. While he pounded into the completely unguarded Yeonha, Tran Van Bao kept whispering.
“You no longer need to suffer. Tran Van Bao will guide you.”
“Hnnngh♡!! Hiii♡!! Heuuuuh♡!!”
He rubbed her waist while his skilled hands stroked her spine, stimulating every erogenous zone. Penetrating the pussy alone was second-rate. Sex was a full-body conversation.
“Entrust everything to him. He will protect you.”
“Hic♡ Hnn♡ Hauuuut♡!!”
He nibbled her ear, licked her nape, sucked on her breasts. He chewed her nipples until the pleasure turned to pain, then moved his mouth to the underside of her breasts and the curve of her sides.
“Tran Van Bao loves you. Love him in return.”
“Hgggh♡♡!! Haaaaah♡♡!!!”
He spread her trembling buttocks wide, scooped up the mixture of oil and love juices from her pussy, and pressed a slick finger against her anus. Enjoying the way her waist arched and her ass quivered, he pushed the finger in deep.
“From now on, you will not think for yourself. Tran Van Bao will think for you. You have no need to worry. He will do it all. You only need to…”
Tran Van Bao formed the strongest current he could and drove it straight into her anus. The micro-current buzzed through her rectum and spread all the way to her womb. Looking down at Yeonha as she gasped soundlessly, mouth wide open—
“—just let yourself be fucked. That is what you do for someone you love. Just get fucked by him, keep offering your pussy, shove your tits in his face, and roll around until your cunt is ruined. Understand?”
“———♡♡!!!”
The current spread through her entire body. She trembled violently, panting. Her vacant eyes held nothing but raw arousal. Tran Van Bao grinned and buried himself to the hilt.
“Kiss him. He will cum for you.”
Pshhhht.
Yeonha squirted, her body going limp. With weak arms she reached back and stroked the back of Tran Van Bao’s head. He lay on top of her, pinching her nipples while licking and thrusting his tongue into her mouth. Listening to the soft sounds of their mingled saliva—
—Twitch, twitch♡
—he felt his cock pulse inside her pussy.
—Gate Entry Day 7 (Gate Internal Time: Night of Day 3). End.