Is There Any Greater Joy Than This?
"Mmm… starting with a breast massage?"
Seong Sugyeong accepted Suhyun's hands on her chest as if it were the most natural thing in the world. There was no point getting flustered over a little fondling at this stage — they had already done far worse. More than that, she had made up her mind: she would no longer look away from pleasure. Suhyun had been right. Human nature was built to chase it. Without pleasure, without lust, the human race would have died out generations ago. So this, too, was only natural.
"Yeah. I think we'll start with your chest today."
Suhyun stroked her breasts through the nun's habit. The fabric was thicker than an ordinary dress, but even that heavy cloth couldn't hide the plump, springy give of Seong Sugyeong's chest. At forty, her body ought to have been in decline. Instead, Suhyun's relentless treatments had restored her to the physical age of a woman in her twenties. Soft. Yielding. The kind of touch that made you want to keep going and never stop. Even so, he didn't forget what he was here to do.
"Ah! Suhyun, I'll take it off."
"No. I want to do it for you."
His hands found the back of her neck. Unlike the habits of old, a modern nun's habit came off with a single zipper. Her clothes slipped free with almost insulting ease — but he didn't strip her completely. The unzipped habit caught at her waist and hung across the curve of her hips.
"Why aren't you taking it all off?"
"I just feel like leaving it this way today. Hold on a second."
With the habit only half-removed, Suhyun drew her to her feet. He sat on the sofa first, then settled her between his legs.
"This is a little…"
"Are you still embarrassed?"
"No, it isn't that. I was just thinking how much you've grown. When you were little I used to pick you up and hold you. And now I'm the one who fits in your arms."
"I grew up well thanks to you, Director."
"Nnh…"
Suhyun unhooked her bra. His hands closed over the breasts that spilled free, careful and exquisitely precise, fingertips tracing every texture of skin and the pebbled grain of her areolae as if determined to memorize them. Seong Sugyeong's body began to answer him, slow and helpless.
"Haaa…"
Her nipples swelled, tightening, growing as if begging to be noticed. His fingers found them.
"Nnh—♡"
"You're responding better and better. It makes me happy. Being able to give you pleasure like this."
"Haaa♡ I'm happy too♡ Getting to spend time like this with you. Ahn♡"
These were not words, not acts, that belonged between a mother and the son she had raised. If the world ever found out, the pointing fingers would never stop. But the two of them had already sunk too deep into the swamp of pleasure to remember any of that. They had eyes only for each other.
"Thank you for raising me all these years. So today, I want to give you the best gift I can."
"Haaat♡ No, ahn♡ You growing up this well is already gift enough♡ Hn♡"
"I want to give it. So don't refuse."
One hand stayed at her breasts. The other traced the smooth plane of her belly and traveled lower, sliding into the half-shed habit.
"Haaaaat♡"
Those descending fingers found her pussy at last. The warm, electric pleasure of Suhyun's touch made Seong Sugyeong's mouth fall open and her whole body lock. Sensation crashed through her like a lightning strike. The rigidity lasted only a heartbeat.
"Hah♡ Suhyun♡ Ah—nnh♡"
Lost to that addictive rush, the nun rocked her waist and hips and ass in the arms of the boy she had raised, a slow, restless grind — the way a cat in heat rubs itself against whatever it can reach. She was a virgin. She had never once had a man inside her. But the animal in the body remembered, and her hips moved of their own accord. Suhyun matched her rhythm, fingers working her clitoris in time with every sway.
"Hnnnnnh♥"
Somewhere along the way the habit and the underwear had ended up in a heap on the floor. Naked now, Seong Sugyeong lay back on the sofa, mind scattering under the hands and mouth that wandered every inch of her. Each time Suhyun's lips touched down, sparks leapt across her skin, a brand of heat pressed into flesh.
"You're beautiful, Director."
He was naked too, occupying the space above her as she moaned. For tens of minutes he had given her nothing but this: caresses soft and dense at once, lips and hands alone, stoking her body until it burned.
"Haaat♥ Aaaah♥ Suhyuuuun♥"
His fingers worked her clitoris and inner lips, and another dizzy cry tore out of her. A short orgasm, gone almost as soon as it arrived. She had lost count. Climaxes kept rolling in like waves, one after another, and still Suhyun showed no sign of stopping. Seong Sugyeong's mind had gone white. She could do nothing but lie beneath him and let the sounds spill out.
"Nnh♥ Eung♥ Haaaaang♥♥♥♥"
A kiss. Having finished his pilgrimage all the way to her toes, Suhyun climbed her body again. From the toes to the soft inner thighs. A glancing brush past her pussy, into the thick thatch of hair at her pubic bone. A kiss stamped on the smooth plane of her belly. Another beneath each breast, and one on each nipple. Collarbone. The nape of her neck. Her cheek. And last of all, her mouth.
Kiss. Kiss. Kiss.
"Mm. Nnh♥ Hnn♥"
Kiss after kiss landing on her lips. Seong Sugyeong trembled in fine, helpless shivers every time they touched. There was no thought left in her. Her body answered on its own. And then, at last, his tongue slid into her mouth.
"Hnnph♥"
It slipped between her lips like a snake and coiled around her tongue in a single motion. Seong Sugyeong's tongue froze, pinned, as if begging only to be spared. Suhyun wound around it, squeezed, released, and wound again, playful, almost fond — then toured the rest of her mouth as if he meant to know every corner of it.
"Hnnnph♥ Nnh♥ Mph♥"
She reached up and pulled him into her arms. Suhyun felt it: the moment had come. Her body was ready. The slick pouring from her pussy had soaked through the sofa and was dripping to the floor — more than enough that even forcing a path through a virgin's tight passage wouldn't hurt her. Her mind was ready too. She had already thrown everything she was at the feet of pleasure. Becoming one would only bind them deeper. There would be no awkwardness after. No pulling away.
"Hnnph♥ Nnh♥"
The kiss never broke. Suhyun took hold of his cock — rigid, straining — and let the head sweep gently across her entrance.
A slow drag. Another.
This was a virgin pussy, never once used. It should have been sealed shut. And yet the head of his cock, without any real thrust at all, sank in halfway. Her pussy was opening its own door, aching for him.
"Hnnph! Haaaaaaat♥♥♥"
He lined himself up and began in earnest. The pussy that had been waiting for this and nothing else spread its lips wide in welcome, then clamped down hard on the cock easing inside. And then — the hymen. The instant the head kissed that thin barrier, Seong Sugyeong threw her head back and cried out.
"I'm going in. It won't hurt."
He had no intention of lingering over it. Her body was so thoroughly steeped in pleasure that even the pain of a torn hymen would register as bliss. He whispered it against the ear of the woman gasping with her throat bared to the ceiling — and drove his hips forward in a single stroke.
"Haaaaaaaaaaaaang♥♥♥♥"
They were one. He was inside Seong Sugyeong — inside the woman who was a mother to him — and the rush of it nearly took him apart. The urge to come surged from the mere fact of being sheathed in her. She was no less undone. The cock that had plunged the length of her in one stroke bowed her spine like a drawn bow. A body pickled in pleasure for so long climaxed from penetration alone: the loss of her virginity and an orgasm, arriving together. More slick poured out of her than virgin blood. A single thrust, and Seong Sugyeong's lower body slipped its leash entirely.
A fountain burst from her. Virgin blood and love-juice erupted under fierce pressure, a spray of red that soaked Suhyun where their bodies joined. He felt it — and he smiled. To be able to make her this happy. As a Lust Demon, where could there be greater joy than this?
"More. Let me make you even happier, Director."
He wanted her happier still. He wanted her drowning in it. So he rolled his hips. A wet, heavy sound as he drew back the cock that had torn through her hymen and opened her — then slammed it home into the pussy still jetting that crimson fountain.
Wet impacts. A spray. Another. The filthy, rhythmic slap of flesh.
"Haaaaah♥ Aaaaaah♥ Aaaaaaaaaah♥♥♥ Gh—♥ Nnnnh♥ Gyaaaaaaat♥"
Beast-sounds tore out of Seong Sugyeong, noises that the composed woman she was in daylight would never have recognized as her own. The clergywoman's reason was gone. What remained was instinct, stripped to the bone.
The blood-fountain dwindled by degrees, its fierce spray ebbing. Suhyun's cock did not. It kept coming, kept going, a relentless piston in and out of her.
"Nnh, aaaaah♥ Suhyun, Suhyun, Suhyuuuuuun♥♥♥♥"
Orgasm stacked on orgasm, and before one could ebb another crashed over it. Bicheon-gong. Her love for him. The long, relentless foreplay. His absurd physicality. Pleasure piled on pleasure with nowhere to go. It was enough to drive her mad. No — she was already mad. If pleasure hadn't already eaten her reason alive, her eyes would have rolled white long ago.
"Ah— Director!"
"Ghk-iiiiih♥"
"Your pussy's squeezing me so tight!"
"Eugh-iiiiih♥"
"It won't let my cock go — look how the walls stretch every time I pull out! God, what a filthy pussy."
"Haaaaaaaah♥♥♥"
Suhyun was no better. The excitement had him by the throat; the need to come had climbed all the way to the top of his skull. If not for the training he had built as a Lust Demon, that grip would have wrung him dry several times over already. He had to hold on. Mastery of Bicheon-gong demanded that he preserve his Yang energy. Coming now would only set back the work of gathering internal power. He had to endure—
He couldn't. Not anymore.
"Ah—! Director!"
It hit in heavy, wrenching pulses, semen pouring out of him in a flood. His second ejaculation since returning to the modern world — and, as chance would have it, Seong Sugyeong was the one to take it both times. He emptied himself into her womb in a thick, endless rush.
"Kyaaaaaah♥♥♥ Ghk-iiih♥ Aaaaah♥…"
Enough to fill her. The semen carried the distilled essence of Bicheon-gong, and Seong Sugyeong took it bare. Her whole body seized, shuddering as if in convulsion — and then she went slack, unconscious in his arms.
"Hah…"
Suhyun let the breath go, spent and clear. Mastery of Bicheon-gong would come a little later now. He didn't regret it. Not for a climax like that. He left himself buried in her, their bodies still fitted together, and with a careful hand he stroked the sleeping face of the woman beneath him.