If You're This Defenseless Just Because We're Both Women, What Am I Supposed to Do?
"Wolhyangsa really is a remarkable place."
Still seated on the wooden veranda, savoring the air of Wolhyangsa, the young woman offered that satisfied remark and turned her gaze toward me. I thanked her for an assessment I could hardly deny.
She kept glancing about as though Wolhyangsa itself were some curious marvel. I felt much the same. It was strange to think that the shopkeeper from whom I had always bought tiles and nails had a daughter like this.
Five years had passed since I first set foot in that shop as the shrine maiden charged with tending Wolhyangsa. From that day to this, the proprietor had never once mentioned a daughter, and I had never found so much as a trace of one.
"I truly had no idea Master Kim had a child."
"Father doesn't talk about family with other people much. I can see how you'd never know."
"I've been looking after Wolhyangsa for five years now. Were you abroad that entire time?"
"Five years ago... that would have been right when I first arrived in Changrim."
Changrim is a nation that may as well have redrawn the map of Eastern architecture. It is so renowned that anyone who wants to learn the craft is told they simply must go to Changrim to study.
"You went to Changrim alone at the tender age of fifteen?"
"Yes. Father even took out a loan to send me. I'll be honest — I was scared and frightened at first, but I gradually found my footing."
When she picked up a jeonbyeong cracker, I happened to glance at her hands. They were so rough they might as well have been sheathed in calluses — utterly at odds with that youthful face.
"It seems you spent some hard years in Changrim."
"They really were hard years."
Still chewing the jeonbyeong, she spread her hand wide toward me. Her nails were cut extremely short, the better to work unhindered.
Looking at that hand, I unconsciously licked my lips. A callused hand working through a cunt had a flavor all its own — and with nails that short, if she just washed them clean, I could take them inside me right now.
The thought of those calluses pressing against my walls, my clit, my nipples...
"Haaaa..."
I was so aroused my panties were already soaked through.
"My master told me I had talent. Those words gave me the courage to start learning the craft in earnest."
"Talent at that age... that's truly impressive, Wolhyang."
As I spoke her name, a question flickered through my mind. Had "Wolhyang" been taken from Wolhyangsa? Parents with ties to the shrine often named their children after it.
"Wolhyang, there's something I'd like to ask. Was your name taken from Wolhyangsa?"
"Yes, that's right. Mother stayed at Wolhyangsa before she conceived me. That's where she met Father, and they married."
"So Wolhyangsa is the place that brought your parents together. How fascinating."
If her mother had stayed at Wolhyangsa, that would have been during the previous shrine maiden's tenure. The girl did not resemble the shopkeeper, so she must take after her mother. I could not understand how anyone could have left such a beautiful woman alone.
If she had set foot here during my time as shrine maiden, I would have soaked her in the taste of women without a second thought. Then I realized — it was precisely because the previous shrine maiden had left her mother untouched that I now had this newly adult girl before me.
If I ever met that shrine maiden again, I would have to thank her. Thanks to her, I had been handed the chance to make this youthful woman mine.
"Shrine Maiden, is there anywhere else at Wolhyangsa that needs repair? If there is, please tell me. Since I'm already here, I'll fix everything!"
"You really don't have to, Wolhyang."
"No. This is the place that bound my father and mother together. I want to help however I can."
When she put it like that, refusing would have been rude. So I guided her, one by one, to the spots I had been planning to repair once they deteriorated a little further.
Watching her work with my own eyes, I understood that her master's praise of her talent had been no exaggeration. Wherever her hands touched, the old became new. And to my eye, those hands made it look effortless.
They say that if someone's work looks easy, it means they possess extraordinary skill — and that was not wrong. Back when I could not handle shikigami properly, I had done the repairs myself, so I could feel her gift all the more keenly.
"Whew... I've been moving around so much, I'm getting really hot. Shrine Maiden, would it be all right if I changed into something lighter?"
"Of course, Wolhyang."
Her clothes already looked light enough; I could not imagine what "lighter" would even look like. She slipped into a room and emerged moments later — and the sight was nothing short of shocking.
She was still wearing the black work overalls. But she had stripped off everything she had been wearing underneath.
The valley of her breasts and the upper swell of her chest showed faintly through, marked with pale white lines, and her smooth back and flanks were laid utterly bare, filling my vision.
"I'll get back to it, then, Shrine Maiden."
With that, she resumed hammering. Every time she swung the hammer, the breasts inside her work clothes bounced. Those rather generous breasts swayed freely up and down, and I swallowed again and again as I watched.
Beads of sweat traced the side of her breast and the cleft between them. Each time I let my eyes roam over that bronze skin and those pale marks, my tongue slipped from my mouth of its own accord.
This was the moment those breasts and that sweat would be at their sweetest. If I lunged in and licked them now, a sweetness akin to what I would taste in her juices would surely seize my tongue.
"It's truly remarkable. That you can do it so easily, so perfectly."
"Haha, thank you. After four years in Changrim doing nothing but this, I could do it with my eyes closed."
And with that, she actually closed her eyes and kept hammering. Strangely enough, the work continued just as perfectly, just as smoothly as when her eyes had been open.
"How about that, Shrine Maiden? Pretty amazing, right?"
"Yes. It really is."
While she worked with her eyes shut, I pressed in close beside her. I brought my face near the space between her side-breast and her armpit and slowly drew in a breath.
The scent was not unpleasant in the slightest. A honey-sweet fragrance rose to meet the taste I had imagined. My tongue slipped out again without thinking — and that was when she slowly opened her eyes.
I hastily pulled my tongue back in and held the pose of someone merely watching from up close.
"There we go. That should do it for the repairs."
She stood and wiped the sweat with a gloved hand. Lifting one arm gave me a clear view of the pale marks, her bronze side-breast, and her armpit — a feast for the eyes.
"Wolhyang, I'd like to ask whether Changrim is a relatively open-minded country."
"Hmm? Ah, this must be about how I'm dressed. No, it's not open-minded. It's a lot like Cheongyeon. I'm just dressed comfortably because it's only us women here."
To dress this defenselessly just because we were both women. She had no idea that being alone with another woman was precisely when she needed to be careful.
How dangerous it was to be alone among women — and that by the time you realized it, you would already be drunk on the taste of them — I would teach her that, as thanks for restoring Wolhyangsa so beautifully.
"You've worked up quite a sweat. Why don't you take a bath before you go? I'll wash your work clothes, and I'll prepare something for you to wear in the meantime."
"Oh — is that all right? I feel like I'm imposing on you too much..."
"You've restored Wolhyangsa so beautifully. I insist on repaying you, so please don't refuse."
She scratched the back of her head, then finally accepted. I was about to go draw warm water for the bath when she said something that made my mouth water.
"Shrine Maiden, I don't like hot things — would a cold bath be all right?"
"In that case you'd need to use the cold spring in the back garden. Would that be acceptable?"
"Yes, that's fine."
"I'll show you the way."
I led her to the cold spring I used whenever I trained my spirit. The moment she saw it, she lit up, saying this was exactly the kind of place she had wanted.
I had intended to step aside so she could undress in comfort — but right in front of me, she popped the shoulder straps of her work clothes and shrugged them off. In the brief instant her braided hair came loose and her long black tresses spilled down, I saw it. The pale white marks on her breasts and ass, shaped exactly as if she had been wearing undergarments.
I had wondered what form those pale marks I had only glimpsed along her side-breast would take. I had not expected my curiosity to be satisfied this quickly.
"Wolhyang."
"Yes, Shrine Maiden?"
Wanting another look at the marks hidden by her hair, I called her name, and she turned, her long black hair swaying. The pale marks in the shape of a bra and panties were the real thing.
The faintly visible, tightly closed pale cunt between her legs and those exquisitely pretty rose-pink nipples made me squeeze my inner thighs together without thinking. I was trying to hold back the slick that threatened to spill.
"Haa... she really is far too defenseless."
"Did you say something?"
"I said please enjoy yourself. Though if you stay too long, you might catch a cold, so do be careful."
"Yes, Shrine Maiden. Thank you!"
She plunged straight into the cold spring and let out an Aigoo, that's the stuff! — an exclamation better suited to a middle-aged man. Leaving her behind, I stepped back into Wolhyangsa to prepare a change of clothes, and promptly collapsed onto the floor.
"Haa... haaaang...♡ I want to fuck her. God, I want to fuck her like crazy...♡"
To have a woman this defenseless right in front of me, just because we were both women, and not be able to lay a single finger on her — it was enough to make me sick with frustration.
The clothes wrapped around my body felt unbearably tight. I undid the ties, stripped them off in a messy heap, and spread my legs wide.
Schliiiick!
Just spreading the thighs I had been squeezing together produced a lewd sound, and several strands of slick came into view. Naturally, my cunt kept twitching, filling the room with an endlessly filthy scent.
"My nipples...♡ Hyaaaang♥"
Just from seeing her naked, my nipples had already risen into tight peaks. The moment I flicked one with a finger, my whole body jolted as if I had been shocked.
If I opened the small window in my room, I could see the cold spring. The window I always used to admire the natural scenery was, today, being used to plate up a side dish for my masturbation.