How Am I Supposed to Fuck This Woman?
After soaking long enough in the warm bath with the girl, I stood to soap myself. She rose just as I did and suggested we wash each other's backs—something she often did, she added, when bathing with her friends.
A moment later she stepped behind me and gazed, utterly unselfconscious, at my unprotected back. The look was surely one of pure innocence. And yet a woman's eyes were on my naked body from behind all the same, and my cunt began to grow wet.
The bathwater had already soaked me through; nothing would show on the surface. I made no effort to suppress the reaction.
"Unnie, your skin is so nice. All fair and creamy, not a single blemish, and so soft."
Along with the compliment, she stretched out a single finger and lightly rubbed my back. The moment that finger traced my spine, a moan nearly burst from me.
She was a genuinely dangerous woman. To look at my naked body, to touch it, with such complete lack of hesitation... If I wasn't careful, I would be the one who fell.
"Your skin is nice too, Wolhyang."
I turned to face her for only a moment before spinning her around. I closed in until my breasts pressed and flattened against her, then ran both hands over her skin.
"See? So firm and smooth."
"Nah, that's just 'cause I work a lot."
Starting from her rather hard abs, I slowly swept upward. Before long, both of my index fingers brushed against the soft give of her breasts.
Even if I had no friends of my own, I knew this was well past the kind of contact friends shared. My hands moved anyway. I wanted to see how she would react.
"Heehee! Unnie, that tickles~"
Even with her soft breasts filling my palms as I squeezed, she neither felt anything nor found it strange—just a light laugh and a complaint that it tickled.
I gradually increased the pressure until my fingers sank slightly into her flesh. I hoped for even a faint moan. A reaction like that, and I could proceed with secret, filthy acts and corrupt her from there.
"I told you it tickles. Fine—I'm touching yours too!"
But she said it tickled once more, spun around, and seized both of my breasts without the slightest hesitation.
"Whoa! These are like total mochi, aren't they? Super springy and squishy! Unnie, this is insane!"
She was the first woman to ever touch my breasts before I had corrupted her. And with a touch like this, no less.
Did she think groping breasts was just a game between friends? If so, I would have to throw out everything I had planned and find an entirely new approach.
"Wow, this is so weird."
"You have breasts too."
"But not like these. How can breasts even get this squishy and soft?"
She kept marveling, even kneading my breasts as she went. I was holding it down so she wouldn't think anything strange of it, but it was an extremely difficult process.
My areolae slowly hardened, and both nipples began to swell and rise. A throbbing at the tips had a moan caught at the back of my throat. At this rate, I would let it out.
I raised an index finger and tapped her breast. Confirming she was too absorbed in fondling mine to notice, I pressed down on her nipple, then released it.
"Heehee! That tickles~"
She felt nothing at all—just kept repeating that it tickled. At this point I wondered if she might simply be frigid. Even as a joke between friends, a nipple ought to produce at least a little sensation.
I briefly considered touching her with a more suggestive hand, then decided against it. It wasn't time yet. I would need a little longer.
"I'll wash your back first."
"Okay, Unnie!"
I smoothly shifted the mood and the situation by turning us to washing each other's backs. She stood with her back to me, and I brought a soapy washcloth to her skin.
I needed to find a way to set this woman on the path of corruption, but nothing suitable came to mind. Among every woman I had ever corrupted, she was a type I had never encountered.
Should I try doing filthy things while treating them as games between friends? No. However ignorant she was, she wasn't that ignorant. She would surely sense something was off and try to put distance between us.
I had never once failed to corrupt a woman I had set my mind on. Failure would mean the collapse of everything I had built until now.
"Playing this much with Unnie and even taking a bath together... it feels so good."
"Yeah, me too. It's my first time doing this, but it's pretty fun."
"That's a relief. Okay, my turn to wash you."
Maybe approaching from the filthy angle had been the mistake from the start. Approaching from a completely different direction than I had with so many other women might be the right answer.
Nothing came to me at the moment, so I would spend a little more time with her and think it over.
"All done, Unnie."
"Thanks, Wolhyang."
We each took care of the remaining parts ourselves. A splash, then a slightly startled cry from her. I turned to find she had dropped her soapy washcloth into the tub.
I was just thinking she had a clumsy side when she bent at the waist to pick it up, and her pale ass filled my entire field of vision.
Perhaps because of the contrast between her naturally white skin and the sun-bronzed copper of the rest of her, her tightly closed cunt and the faintly visible anus stood out in a particularly vivid crimson.
"Slurp...♡"
The sight made me lick my lips without thinking. I wanted to lunge at her right then and lick and suck and take her until I was satisfied. I wanted to feast until love-juice ran down her inner thighs in quantities to rival the bathwater itself.
The thought of what moans she would let out, what reactions she would show, made my lower belly and my cunt burn and itch like mad.
I had never had this much trouble corrupting a woman. Who would have thought her defenselessness and innocence would torment me this badly.
After we finished bathing, we sat in the same room and rested. Once again she rolled around on the tatami to her heart's content before settling onto the pillow I offered. The yukata, rumpled all over again, was more than enough to stoke my lust.
"Unnie, what do you do when you're alone at Wolhyangsa?"
"I clean Wolhyangsa, polish the spirit's statue, train my mind. That's all."
"Nothing you'd call playing, huh."
"I make shikigami and spend time with them now and then."
"Those aren't friends. You just made them."
You can't communicate with a shikigami. They simply understand my words and respond. Spending time with them the way one keeps a pet is enough to keep solitary hours from growing dull.
"Then I'll have to come often. If I play with Unnie a lot, you won't get bored."
"You don't have to push yourself."
"I'm not pushing myself. I want to, and I'll only come when I have time. Like three days a week?"
Three days a week put her firmly in the frequent-visitor category. From my perspective it could only be a good thing, so I said nothing more.
"Unnie, do you like reading?"
"I don't think I've read much lately. I've been looking after the travelers staying at Wolhyangsa."
"I hate books. But Father always tells me to read. He says you have to read books to understand the world."
"Master Kim is right. Books hold the world in them."
Even after I said that, she complained that books were too boring and tedious. Just as she had taught me the joy of playing with a friend, if I taught her a new pleasure in return, we might grow even closer.
"Then want to read with me?"
"With Unnie?"
"Yeah. It'll be more fun than reading alone."
"If it's with Unnie... okay! But recommend an easy one."
"Got it. Want to come with me?"
She sprang up and followed me. We entered the room I used, and I picked a book suited to her level. With so many volumes lined neatly on the shelves, she looked around in wonder the whole time.
"Unnie, have you read all the books in here?"
"I've read each one thoroughly at least ten times."
"Ten times? With this many?"
"When no travelers come, I have to spend all my time alone. That's why."
I handed her a volume of classical folktales. It was the first book I had read after coming here, so she would have no trouble with it. I chose a book I had read the least, and we went to her room for reading time.
"How is it, Wolhyang? Any trouble reading?"
"Yep. The words are easy and the story's fun. It's pretty good?"
"If you want to read something else, feel free to go into my room."
"Thanks, Unnie."
She leaned back against a pillow and read with considerable focus. Perhaps because spending time reading with someone else was itself a first for me, a faint smile formed at the unfamiliar feeling.
"Finished! I wanna read another one."
"There are books of a similar level on the same shelf where that one was. Grab one from there."
"Okay, Unnie."
Having finished first, she headed to my room for another book. Meanwhile I went on reading at my leisure, greeting the cool breeze that drifted in.
Time spent alone had always been quite leisurely. And yet this moment felt far more leisurely than that. I had spent time with others countless times, but this was a completely different feeling from corrupting someone.
"She's taking a while, though."
Even allowing time to choose a book, she was taking longer than I expected to return. Wondering if something else had caught her attention, I went to look for her myself.
She was nowhere in the courtyard or the back garden. As I searched for her, she suddenly burst out of my room.
"Ah, Unnie...!"
"You were taking so long I came looking."
"There were so many kinds of books I was looking around at all of them... haha."
"I see. I thought you might have gotten lost."
"Come on, even if it's big, it's not that big. Let's go back to reading."
There was a subtle difference in her appearance from when she had left to get a book. A faint sheen of sweat, a face that seemed lightly flushed. Bursting suddenly from my room and even stammering—it felt like she had been doing something she shouldn't be caught at, and was trying to hide it somehow.
"Wolhyang, are you hot?"
"A-a little. I get overheated easily."
"I'll make some shaved ice and bring it. You go on in first."
"Thanks, Unnie. I'll go in and keep reading."
She walked off with hurried, almost urgent steps. I watched her retreating back for a moment. It was as if she had accidentally come across something obscene—but none of the books I owned contained anything obscene.
Must be my imagination.
I had a feeling there was something, but nothing I could reasonably guess at the moment, so I continued on my way to make the shaved ice.