Chapter 149: Overdue Homework (3)
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 149: Overdue Homework (3)
As I let the oil drip onto her snow-white back, Yoon A-young flinches, her body tensing up.
"Relax. I told you, it’s just a massage."
"I know that."
She snaps back coldly, as if in rebellion, but after a sharp glare, she lets the tension drain from her muscles.
Should I call it a sense of modesty? Unlike the general consciousness of this world, Yoon A-young doesn't just pounce on a man the moment one is in sight.
It’s not that the women I’ve met so far are "easy," but it’s an undeniable fact that they are weak against their sexual desires.
However, while A-young is clearly interested in sex, she exercises considerable self-restraint.
Back when Sung Hee-na, Kwon Ye-jin, and she visited my place as a trio, I had been open about my relationships. She knew I had slept with Song Ha-el and others, and while Hee-na and Ye-jin acted as if they accepted it, A-young was different.
Seeing as she hasn't left, she seems to have accepted it to some extent, but she doesn't actively seek out sex.
Even when I was talking with Sung Hee-na after a heated session, she expressed surprise that I still hadn't done it with Yoon A-young. Hee-na said she couldn't figure out why, even though A-young clearly has feelings for me.
Why? Because there hasn't been enough stimulation.
I press my palms down, following the oil as it pools along the curves of her back, and begin to caress her skin.
As I stroke her soft flesh, which seems to cling to my hands, she lets out a small breath and tenses up again.
To tell her to relax, I grab the nape of her slender neck, rubbing it with my fingers before spreading the oil across her entire back as if stretching it out.
Perhaps because of her past with her body's original owner, Yoon A-young has a rather stubborn personality and lacks finesse.
She has great combat instincts, but she’s not very savvy when it comes to social life; she’s the type to silently immerse herself in her work.
Since Black Unicorn moves on a tight cycle of training and dungeon conquest, she doesn't even think about taking personal time to seduce me or make a move.
I suppose Lee Yu-na is the same in that regard.
Both of them occasionally look at me with eyes full of lust, but they never actually approach me.
"Mmmgh..."
As I grip both her sides and press my thumbs into her back, pushing down toward her buttocks, Yoon A-young lets out a soft groan.
Since I’m standing at the head of the bed to massage her, she could kiss my dick just by lifting her head.
But her face remains buried.
A flashy bait she wants to eat is right in front of her, yet she doesn't approach? It means she isn't hungry enough yet.
Then I just have to make her hungry.
Every time I stroke her, Yoon A-young’s body heats up bit by bit as she lets out faint moans.
As she grows accustomed to the excitement, she’ll crave more pleasure, and eventually, I’ll make her demand me.
After massaging her back and neck, I move down toward her feet. Yoon A-young, seemingly embarrassed, slides the towel down further under her hips.
Lying face down, she reaches back to grab the towel as if pulling down a skirt. It’s quite cute.
However, from this angle, no matter how much she pulls the towel down, it’s difficult to hide the shy crevice nestled between her thighs.
I pull her calf toward me, resting it against my chest, and begin to massage her foot. Yoon A-young buries her face in the bed, stifling her groans.
When I press firmly on her sole while her joints are extended, a tingling sensation travels up her leg all the way to her waist.
Ah, just so there’s no misunderstanding—I am performing a professional mana massage.
I’m an expert who even earned a certification in my previous world.
I learned it with the grand dream of doing it for a future wife, but forget marriage—I didn't even have time to get a girlfriend.
I might as well unleash all those unused massage skills here to my heart's content.
"Hngh... What... Oppa, why are you so good at this...?"
"I'm good at anything involving my hands."
Including foreplay, of course.
I massage her other foot and slowly crawl upward, working on her calves and thighs.
She doesn't have much body fat, but her well-trained physique is soft yet elastic, making it addictive to touch.
"Wait... Ahh..."
When I flatten my hand to massage her inner thigh, Yoon A-young flinches in surprise and grabs my wrist.
"It's okay, just relax."
I press down on her back with one hand while the other continues to massage her inner thigh, as if wrapping around it.
"But... th-there, mmm... don't go... too high... hngh..."
I tell her to relax as she bites her lip to hold back her moans, kneading her addictive, fair thighs as much as I want.
With every squeeze, her buttocks quiver. As she twists her body to endure the excitement, the towel rides up significantly, exposing the secret entrance to me in stark detail. But Yoon A-young, oblivious, simply leaves her body to me.
When I slide the towel back down for her, she finally realizes, startled. She lifts her upper body slightly and looks at her hips while pulling the towel down.
She covered her lower half, but by lifting her torso, she revealed her beautiful, teardrop-shaped breasts to me.
Those delicious fruits sway, but A-young is too dazed to realize she’s shown them to me and buries her face again.
"I need to massage your glutes too. Can I lift the towel?"
"Absolutely not."
Her defense is ironclad.
Despite being completely flushed with excitement, Yoon A-young lifts her head and glares at me with reddened cheeks.
If she resists that much, there’s nothing I can do.
I take my hands off and tell her to turn over.
"Turn over...? Where are you going to massage...?"
"Shoulders, neck, front of the thighs, pelvis, ankle joints, and soles. Want me to list more?"
As I speak calmly, Yoon A-young’s eyes dart around before she asks me to turn around.
I’m going to be touching her all over anyway; I don't know why she’s so embarrassed.
When I turn my back, I hear her rustling before she says she’s finished and I can turn back.
Lying on the bed with the bath towel spread out as much as possible, the curves of her body are visible through the fabric, stimulating the imagination.
"If you touch anywhere strange, be prepared."
"Yes, ma'am."
I chuckle and stand at the head of the bed to knead her shoulders.
As I give her small, delicate shoulders a refreshing rub, Yoon A-young exhales and enjoys the massage.
With every breath she takes, I can see her breasts, protruding beneath the towel, rising and falling.
"Mmm... where did you learn to massage like this?"
"I learned it so I could do it for a girlfriend someday."
Since Yoon A-young knows my entire timeline, it’s hard to lie.
Instead, I give her a different answer and look down at her. She finds it burdensome to meet my eyes, so she avoids my gaze before closing them altogether.
She probably thinks I learned it during the time I was holed up in my room instead of going to school.
I press firmly on her shoulders and neck with my fingers before sliding down to her collarbones as if caressing her.
She flinches, but seeing her stay still, I press down on the upper part of her chest just below the collarbones.
As I enjoy the soft sensation, so different from the other muscled parts of her body, she speaks quietly.
"Your hands feel... lewd."
"Do you hate lewd people?"
"...I don't hate it."
Is that an 'okay'?
Since the green light isn't fully on yet, I continue the massage-slash-foreplay.
I didn't expect her to touch my cock after just this one time anyway.
As the sessions increase, the areas I massage will become bolder and bolder.
Until then, I’ll keep making her ache for it.
Maintaining that precarious line, I press on her upper chest before moving my hands to her arms.
Yoon A-young cracks her eyes open as if disappointed, but closes them again the moment our eyes meet.
How can she fight monsters with such slender arms?
Although physical stats and mana stats are categorized separately, the body is reinforced through mana, so a hero having high physical stats doesn't necessarily mean they become all muscular.
Still, since it’s a profession that requires constant movement, their figures and elasticity remain attractive. Depending on individual traits, some gain muscle easily or even build it intentionally.
Like Muscle, whom I met in the New Human Alliance. No, not Muscle—Park So-won.
I wonder if she and Hornet are doing well.
Thinking of her marble-hard body, I knead Yoon A-young’s entire frame.
It’s fun to watch A-young’s body relax from the massage, only for her to tense up and curl her toes as she tries to endure the arousal.
"Done. Good job."
"Haa... hngh... My body feels so limp for some reason."
Did you come?
I want to make that joke, but if I did, I’d probably never get to massage her again.
Yoon A-young, rising somewhat sluggishly while hugging the towel, checks her body as she wraps the towel around herself.
"I feel limp... but my body feels incredibly light. I think you're better at this than the people we had before."
"It's probably because my mana control is better."
Massage is a technique that stimulates the body to relax muscles.
When mana is added to the mix, the effect changes drastically, which is why most hero masseurs are Awakened who receive high salaries.
That’s why this place is currently struggling with a staff shortage.
Anyway, massage ability varies wildly depending on how one handles mana. My hands, backed by experience and fine mana control, are good enough to be called "Golden Hands."
After checking her condition by rotating her arms and torso, Yoon A-young looks at me, then averts her gaze as she speaks.
"Thank you."
"Let me know if you need it again. I'll do it anytime."
Don't thank me; I should be the one thanking you.
It was hard to hide my rock-hard dick, but it was a pleasure to watch Yoon A-young’s beautiful pussy grow damp as the massage progressed.
Moreover, seeing her writhe while holding back her moans was incredibly arousing.
After leaving the massage room and waiting, the party members who received their massages gathered one by one. After a meal, we headed to the simulation training ground.
It’s training after training, but everyone works hard.
We’re training for the next scheduled dungeon, but in truth, we don't know when we’ll actually tackle it.
Since my hero qualification is still suspended, Black Unicorn cannot enter a dungeon unless they remove me from the party.
Kwon Ye-jin has been dropping hints during her personal broadcasts, saying they want to enter a dungeon but can't, trying to apply some pressure, but there’s been no response from the Association.
Do they need consent from the police, or are they intentionally stalling because of "social contempt"?
If we keep training and waiting, a result will eventually come out.
With public opinion being what it is, surely they won't suddenly ban my qualification entirely?
After finishing the training, I sit down with the party members to explain the revised training plan.
Looking at the completely overhauled plan on her pad, Lee Yu-na asks.
"Military training... what is this?"
"Exactly what it sounds like. We’ll start with the ability to handle firearms and equipment, and then train for various operational scenarios."
At the mention of guns, Anna’s eyes sparkle, but Lee Yu-na tilts her head and asks again.
"By equipment, you don't mean the hero gear we usually use, right?"
"No, we’ll be practicing with military auxiliary equipment."
"Will we ever have a reason to use those?"
"There isn't a huge difference between hero gear and military auxiliary equipment. Think of it as training to gain a conceptual understanding of how to use auxiliary equipment tactically. And you’ll have use for these things once you reach B-rank."
When I imply that they’ll be using it against villains, Yu-na understands immediately and nods.
Yoon A-young silently studies her pad, lost in thought, while Kwon Ye-jin smiles at the "Survival Game" listed in the training schedule.
"Master, by survival game, you mean the kind where we shoot guns and capture bases, right?"
"Yes, that's right."
"Ooh, isn't this more like play than training? It sounds fun."
Anna also nods, understanding Ye-jin’s words despite her limited Korean.
Seeing the two of them full of anticipation, I nod and offer a smile.
Right, it will be fun. Though probably not in the way you expect.
Under a well-crafted training plan, you’re going to have to endure some harsh trials.
"It starts tomorrow? I should brag about it on my stream. Anna, come here, let's do it together."
As I watch the two excited girls with a satisfied look, Lee Yu-na and Yoon A-young catch my expression and give me uneasy glances.
"Your expression is scary."
"Yeah, it looks sinister."
Sinister? What a hurtful thing to say.