Oh, Lord
"You bought chicken again today. Isn't that a bit much?"
"Not at all. It's still less than what I make in a day."
"Really? You earn that much?"
"Yes, Director. I told you — I'm a pretty successful masseur in Seoul."
Faced with Suhyun's easy confidence, Seong Sugyeong could only nod. She received a massage from him every week; she knew exactly how gifted those hands were. The stiffness in her shoulders and the ache in her lower back that had plagued her for years had vanished as if they'd never existed. And her skin — the elasticity it had gained was almost unreal. Whenever she looked in the mirror, she could have sworn she'd gone back to her twenties. Even her once-unremarkable figure had come alive, skin and muscle taut with a vitality that hadn't been there before.
"Well, the children will be busy with their fried chicken. Shall we get started on your massage?"
"Ah… mm…"
Color rose unbidden in Seong Sugyeong's face. It was only a massage — from a boy she had raised like her own son. And yet her heart was pounding, her body running hot. Those hands had already trained her flesh to crave them. Under the Lust Demon's touch, a body that had once been chaste was learning pleasure, and growing addicted to it.
That was why she found herself waiting for Wednesday now, every single week. Because Suhyun's massage was the one place she could feel that unspooling, helpless pleasure. After she came, her body would float, weightless, as if she were lying on a cloud.
Is this a sin? Or isn't it?
Whenever that question rose in her, Suhyun's whispered words from the massage table would linger in her ear, strangely persistent.
Don't think of it as strange. Responding to stimulation is just human physiology.
I actually like it, you know? It means the Director's body enjoys my massage that much.
I wish you wouldn't take it so seriously… They say that even in Roman times, bishops and archbishops received massages at the baths.
Suhyun had insisted, again and again, that feeling pleasure was nothing unusual. And he had whispered that as long as pleasure was a human instinct, they ought to face it and come to terms with it. What they were doing, he said, was not adultery — there was love in their hearts, so it could not be fornication either.
Was that really true? Was it something a nun was allowed to do? The Lord had commanded them to flee from sexual immorality. But this was only a boy who was like a son, giving a massage to a woman who was like a mother. Surely that was all right. It was only that, in the process, the mother felt… pleasure…
"I was thinking we might try an aroma massage today. How does that sound?"
"Hmm? What did you say?"
Seong Sugyeong, who had drifted off into her thoughts, asked him to repeat it.
"An aroma massage. There are two massage courses, you see. So far you've only had the sports massage, so I thought we might try aroma today. I brought everything. What do you think?"
Seong Sugyeong knew what an aroma massage was. A full-body massage, using lotion, smooth and unhurried — and to receive one, you had to take off all your clothes.
She swallowed. The sound of it startled her.
Why… why am I nervous…?
This was nothing more than a son showing filial devotion to his mother. She had to drive out the Satan in her heart. She would accept her son's devotion with a peaceful mind.
Seong Sugyeong repeated the resolution she failed to keep every single time.
"Then would you step out for a moment? I need to change."
"Of course."
Once he was gone, Seong Sugyeong picked up the things Suhyun had brought. Her already-flushed face deepened to the color of a fully ripened persimmon.
"Th-this kind of thing… that boy, honestly…"
The disposable underwear looked as though it would fail at being underwear entirely. When she slipped a palm inside the panties, the shape and color of her hand showed through with perfect, shameless clarity.
Is this what people wear when they get a massage…?
Beneath her habit, her nipples swelled. A sharp, tingling current ran through her lower belly. In Seong Sugyeong's heart, refusing was not an option that existed.
She slipped off her nun's habit and folded it neatly, then hid it somewhere out of sight. She cinched the robe's sash tight around her waist before calling for him.
"Suhyun. I'm ready…"
"Coming in."
Suhyun took one look at Seong Sugyeong — her cheeks blazing — and smiled. She was genuinely adorable. Lovable, even. Enough that he wanted to carry her to the bed right then and there.
But I should hold back, for now.
Seong Sugyeong was someone special to him. They shared no blood, but she was as good as the mother who had raised him. He had no desire to rush in and damage what they had.
"Then I'll begin. Please lie down here."
A massage always started with the feet. Unlike usual, Seong Sugyeong's feet were bare.
"Ah…"
Suhyun set his fingers against her soles, then squeezed a generous amount of lotion over the backs of his hands. The cool lotion ran down his fingers and spilled across her skin.
"Your body's improved a lot."
"M-mm. Ever since you started massaging me, all the aches just… vanished."
"That's good. I can feel it in the muscle and the skin — they've both gained elasticity."
"Have they…?"
"Yes. Your skin is incredibly soft."
From her feet, Suhyun's hands traveled up to her calves. He had only just reached them, and already Seong Sugyeong's breathing had gone hot.
"Hhaah…"
"Does it hurt?"
"N-no. It feels good. Haa…"
"Does it? Then I'll have to make it feel even better."
His hands climbed higher, unhurried and sure — and then he lifted the hem of her robe. The moment his hand slipped inside, Seong Sugyeong's body went rigid.
She had been massaged on her thighs and along her groin many times before. It had felt good every time. But this was the first time his skin had touched hers with nothing in between.
"Stimulating the Fengshi point is excellent for reducing swelling. It's a particularly good acupoint for someone like you, Director — someone who walks a great deal."
Unlike Seong Sugyeong, who was wound tight with nerves, Suhyun's voice was perfectly even. That level, uninflected tone slowly unwound the tension in her.
"Right… nnh… haa…"
A lewd little sound began to slip out of her, bit by bit, under the pleasure of his hands. Seong Sugyeong was aware of it. She was also well past the point of believing that trying to hold those sounds in would do any good.
"I'll fold the robe up."
"Ah! That's—!"
Underneath the robe there was nothing but underwear so sheer her backside showed through completely. And if her backside showed through, that meant what lay between…
"Don't worry, Director. It's a lovely ass. A pretty one."
"W-what?"
"I'm saying you have a body with nothing to be ashamed of, even if it's seen. And I can't massage you properly without looking, anyway."
"I suppose that's…"
The strength drained from the hands that had been clutching her robe. She didn't know why. Suhyun's praise felt so good to hear — so unexpectedly welcome. In her whole life, she had never once been happy to receive a compliment like that.
"Ahaaang—"
Suhyun took hold of Seong Sugyeong's ass, and she cried out in a voice that belonged entirely to a woman. At that sweet, aching sound from the Director, Suhyun smiled with genuine pleasure. Pleasure, after all, was always a good thing.
He squeezed out a thick rope of lotion and spread it over her backside. The transparent underwear had already given up any pretense of doing its job. His hands worked her thighs and ass with dazzling skill, and then his fingers found the ruined fabric. He delivered the final notice.
"Director, I'm going to take the panties off, so could you lift your hips for a moment?"
"T-take them off!?"
"Yes. I need to massage the inner areas as well."
The moment in which Seong Sugyeong alone was tense passed. In the end, she carefully lifted her hips. Suhyun's hands stripped the disposable panties away without hesitation — and from beneath them, the pussy that had been hiding so modestly came into view, along with the thatch of hair above it and the tight furl of her anus between the cheeks of her ass.
That's a pretty pussy.
The appraisal rose in Suhyun unbidden. Seong Sugyeong's pussy — a nun's pussy — was closed in a neat, pretty line, as if to prove it had never been used.
"Su-Suhyun…"
"Yes."
"If you stare like that… it's embarrassing…"
"Ah, I'm sorry. It's so pretty I lost myself looking at it."
"…"
Seong Sugyeong's already-flushed skin burned even redder. At this rate, he thought, she might actually cook through. Suhyun let out a quiet laugh, then returned to the massage.
"Haaaah— ah— haah—"
His fingers sank along the underside of her ass, drawn inward. The place between ass and thigh that people called the groin — and just a few centimeters away, her pussy waited. His uncanny touch sent stimulation rolling through her folds and her clitoris alike. A sensual moan spilled from Seong Sugyeong's lips.
"Aaaah— Su-Suhyun— aahh— nnh—"
"Yes? What is it?"
"A-aren't you massaging only that spot a little too much…? Nnhh—"
"But you like it, Director. Or do you not? Should I massage somewhere else first?"
"It's not that I don't like it…"
Seong Sugyeong was mortified. But the sweet pleasure running through her outweighed the shame, and that was what was driving her out of her mind. Every time Suhyun's fingers spread her ass, her pussy pulled open to either side. That alone was enough to make her want to crawl into a hole and disappear. And yet something even more shameful than that: every time his fingers moved, a wet, filthy sound squelched between them.
To be this aroused — to put on this obscene display — under the hands of a child she had carried and raised herself. It was sinful. Before the Lord, she was ashamed and deeply sorry. And still she could no longer stop. It felt too good. The sensation of her body striding toward climax was unbearably sweet.
"Is it because of this, perhaps?"
In that moment, Suhyun's finger traced just beside her inner lips — the part vulgarly called the wings. Of course, Seong Sugyeong's pussy, closed in that straight, unused line, had no wings to speak of.
"Hyaaaah—!"
It was the first time her pussy had been touched directly. The instant Suhyun's finger made contact, Seong Sugyeong felt a short, sharp orgasm roll through her.
"That seemed to feel quite good."
Suhyun lifted the finger, glistening with her juices, and brought it to his face. He breathed in the scent. It smelled of a chaste, untouched virgin.
"I'm glad too, Sister. Because you like it."
"Aaaah—!"
The massage resumed. Somewhere along the way, the robe and the disposable bra had come off as well. Seong Sugyeong didn't even register that she had allowed it. Suhyun's fingers and palms swept down her back in long, silken strokes, and she floundered in the sensation, her voice thick with cries and rapture.
"Please turn over now."
"Mmh…— ah!? W-wait—!"
Dazed, half-dreaming in the pleasure, Seong Sugyeong had started to obey — then she realized the state she was in and hurriedly covered her chest. But her hands slid down again almost at once.
"Nnh… I suppose it's a little late to start covering up now… isn't it? I'll leave it to you…"
The woman who had been hiding her body lay back on the sofa, straight and still, and squeezed her eyes shut. It was the gesture of a new bride on her wedding night. Suhyun watched that endearing sight with a smile — and then he looked at her.
It was a beautiful body. Before she had begun receiving his massages, years of hard labor had left Seong Sugyeong as gaunt as a withered branch. But with his hands working her week after week, pouring vitality back into her, that unremarkable frame had vanished without a trace. Her flesh was taut and luminous, as if it belonged to a woman in her twenties; the fine lines in her face had faded, and a new liveliness moved through her features.
"Nnh…—"
Suhyun set his hand on her breast. The nipple pressed into his palm, and a stifled moan escaped her.
"Director. Can you feel this heartbeat?"
Thump. Thump. Thump. Seong Sugyeong's heart was racing far faster than usual. Suhyun channeled his inner energy, amplifying the sound until the frantic rhythm filled the space between them.
"I can hear it…"
"It's beating fast, isn't it? That's how happy your body is. Your body wants my hands, Director. And your nipples are welcoming me, too."
"Haahn—"
Suhyun caught a nipple between two fingers and applied just enough pressure to send the right kind of spark through her. She seemed to like it; a languid, indecent sound unfurled from her throat.
"This belly that's grown so smooth is waiting for my hands as well."
"Nnh— Su-Suhyuuun— aaaah— if you do that I'll— haah—"
"And below your lower belly…"
"Aahh, don't—! Haaah— Lord— oh, Loooord—!"
Seong Sugyeong came magnificently, crying out for God. A fountain burst from her pussy, soaking the sofa in the director's office and the floor beneath it. The spray came in a fierce, unstoppable rush — but Seong Sugyeong couldn't perceive any of it. The pleasure was the kind that could pierce the sky, and her spirit was already climbing toward heaven.