Chapter 154: Overdue Homework (8)
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 154: Overdue Homework (8)
Yoon A-young carefully touches my neck.
"Like you're pressing with your fingers and circling... Mmm... good... like that... applying pressure along the line of the neck..."
Her fingers, which had been moving along my neck, flinch and stop when they hear my groan.
She was the one touching my body as much as she pleased, but Yoon A-young was the one getting excited by my reactions.
Her hands, which had been touching me cautiously, grow bolder as they pass my shoulders and move down to my back.
Press. Press.
Actually, rather than becoming bold, it seems more like she’s just concentrating.
She’s unnecessarily diligent.
Yoon A-young’s eyes are serious as she works hard on the massage exactly as I instructed.
"Why?"
"Nothing. I’m going to put my arms behind my back, so press down with your body and pull on the joints."
"Like when you're subduing a criminal?"
"Similar, but don't do it too hard."
Following my instructions, Yoon A-young grabs the arms I’ve crossed behind my back and presses down with her body.
My arms, pinned by her protruding breasts through the towel, feel blissful.
The sensation of her breasts rubbing against me as she awkwardly uses her weight to press down feels incredible.
"Is this... is this really a proper massage?"
"Huh? Yeah, why?"
"... ..."
When I speak so nonchalantly, Yoon A-young avoids my gaze and continues to press her body against my arms.
The way she presses down rhythmically makes it look as if someone were standing behind her, giving it to her from the rear.
As her breasts continue to rub against me, the stimulation gets to her, and Yoon A-young keeps her mouth shut, her face turning bright red.
"Now, work your way up from my feet to my waist."
As soon as she hears the words, Yoon A-young quickly pulls her chest away and heads toward my feet.
"... ..."
After staring at me for a moment, she shifts her gaze and slides the towel resting on my buttocks down a bit.
Even so, it only makes my crotch more suggestive; there’s no way it’s completely covered.
That unseen millimeter only stirs up more desire.
"Now, what should I do?"
Yoon A-young’s voice is stiff with self-consciousness.
"We're going to massage the feet. Hook your fingers over the toes and use your thumb like a hook to pull at the middle part. Like you're stimulating the ankle joints."
Even though I only explained it with words, Yoon A-young follows along perfectly and stimulates my feet.
"I'm going to bend my knees, so keep massaging my feet while pulling my calves toward your body. You're stimulating the joints, so apply pressure and then release it."
"... ... You're surprisingly professional about this."
"You've had a massage from me before. I told you, I know my stuff. Were you thinking about something else?"
"T-There's no way. I-I just do it like this, right?"
Flustered, Yoon A-young presses firmly on the soles of my feet.
Cute girl.
It’s only natural for dirty thoughts to fill her head.
If a man and a woman, wearing nothing but towels, are fumbling with each other's bodies and don't have strange thoughts, they aren't human.
Ah, I can feel it.
Even without using detection, I can feel her gaze drifting toward my crotch as she massages me.
I was never really into exhibitionism, but why does Yoon A-young’s gaze feel so good?
"You keep doing the same spot. Is there something there?"
"N-No, there isn't! You have to tell me what to do so I can change!"
Unable to focus on the massage and staring intently at my balls, Yoon A-young shouts in a panic.
I get that you're flustered, but that hurts, so could you not press so hard?
After she finishes massaging both feet, I tell her to move up the calves and massage my thighs.
She follows my instructions without a thought until she reaches the calves, but she hesitates when it comes to the thighs.
"The back and inner parts of the thighs are important. Use your palms to push and knead like you're working dough..."
"Uh..."
Unable to focus on my explanation, Yoon A-young quietly swallows hard and strokes my thighs.
It was a touch that could hardly be called a massage, but it felt good, so I kept my mouth shut.
She climbs onto the bed and grips one thigh with both hands, pressing down.
As she pushes down from both sides as if shaping pottery, the higher she goes, the more she touches the inner thigh where my balls rest.
"... ..."
The only sound in the quiet massage room is her ragged breathing.
I suppress the urge to lift my calves, which are positioned beneath her crotch, and enjoy the soft touch of her hands fumbling with my thighs.
"I'd like you to do my pelvis and buttocks too, but is that a bit much...?"
"Maybe next time..."
As expected, she doesn't fall for it.
There’s a definite line she won't cross, so Yoon A-young refuses.
Still, there was a pause before her answer, so she must have put quite a bit of thought into it.
"Then do the front now."
"What?"
I grab the towel, place it over my dick, and flip over to lie on my back.
Startled, she loses her words and stares at the "tent" pitched so high it aims for the sky.
"Uh... it's too... is that... you didn't stick a rod or something in there, did you?"
"It's embarrassing, so could you not talk about it?"
"Ah, sorry..."
Actually, I want you to talk about it more. Using dirty words.
"Sorry for the erection, but your touch just feels too good."
"A man shouldn't say things like that. M-More importantly, what should I do?"
Yoon A-young grumbles, looking lost as she wonders where to move.
"Start from the shoulders."
Moving to the head of the bed, Yoon A-young looks down at me while kneading my shoulders.
"Close your eyes."
When our eyes meet, she seems embarrassed and orders me to look away.
She’s so cute when she’s embarrassed. I give a small smirk and close my eyes, leaving only the sensation of her hands on my shoulders.
After a while, the hands that had been diligently massaging start kneading only one spot again.
I peeked through my eyelids and saw Yoon A-young staring at my dick, which was tenting the towel high.
"Ahem, ahem..."
"Huh? I wasn't looking. I wasn't!"
"Hmm? Looking at what?"
"No... it's nothing..."
When I ask innocently with my eyes open, Yoon A-young turns her flushed face away and mutters to herself.
"Lower your posture a bit and massage my upper chest and shoulders at the same time. Use your wrists and forearms."
Flustered that she might have been caught staring at my dick, Yoon A-young leans forward without questioning my request.
Her pert breasts come close enough to touch my face, and her face gets even closer to my dick.
As Yoon A-young ends up in a posture where she’s observing my dick while leaning her arms on my chest, her movements become sluggish with tension.
I secretly lick the breasts that sway close enough to tickle the tip of my nose.
Since they're covered by a towel, it doesn't exactly feel amazing, but the subtle tension of secretly touching Yoon A-young’s defenseless breasts stirs up excitement.
"Uh..."
Did I get caught? Am I going to get hit?
"W-Why...?"
"Ah... no... I was just surprised because it moved a little."
My dick, intoxicated with excitement, must have twitched on its own.
Seeing the massive tent shake, Yoon A-young swallows hard and asks me.
"Keeping it up like that... doesn't it... hurt...?"
"Actually, it's a bit difficult... Since the blood is all rushed there, it starts to ache if it stays up too long."
So help me! Help me!
"... ... How do you make it go down...?"
You know how! It goes down once the semen goes splurt-splurt!
Of course, my dick is powerful, so it doesn't go limp just from cumming once.
"Usually, it gets smaller after ejaculating..."
"... ... It won't go down on its own...?"
No!!! Absolutely not!!!
"There's no way it'll go down with you right next to me."
"... ..."
How would this line be received by the women here?
It probably feels like a sexy older sister looking at you with lewd eyes and saying, "I can't stop being in heat because you're next to me," or "I'm wet."
It’s a line that any young man full of sexual desire would have no choice but to fall for.
"I-Is it because of me... then... s-should I help you...? Since, since it's because of me..."
Yesssssssssss!!
"Uh... well... if you helped... that would be good..."
When I speak as if I'm as embarrassed as possible, Yoon A-young pauses for a moment before lifting the towel covering my dick, as if she’s made up her mind.
"... ..."
"I-Is it weird...?"
"I... I don't really know... I'm just surprised because it's so big... Did all the blood in your body go here?"
Yoon A-young looks at my dick as if it’s a marvel.
As she pulls her body closer, her breasts touch the tip of my chin. Though I can't see it because her body is blocking the view, I can feel her breath on my dick.
For her benefit as she observes it closely, I flex my dick, and it thumps against what I assume is her nose.
Frozen by the impact, Yoon A-young looks down at me from beneath her breasts.
Her face, visible between the mounds covered by the towel, looks lewd with its anxious yet feverish expression.
"How... should I do it?"
She asks for the method, just like she did during the massage.
"First, try gripping it lightly and moving your hand up and down."
As I speak, Yoon A-young’s eyes waver.
Soon, she snaps out of it, lifts her head, and cautiously grips my dick in her hand.
Her slender, cool fingers wrap around it one by one, starting from the pinky, and soon her entire soft hand is clinging to my dick.
"It's hot..."
Muttering to herself, Yoon A-young can't take her eyes off my dick as she blankly watches her hand move.
It’s an awkward motion, but that in itself brings pleasure.
As time passes, her slow-moving hand begins to pick up speed, and the harder she shakes it, the more the breasts in front of my eyes sway.
The towel hangs precariously over her swaying breasts, teasing me as if it’s about to come undone at any moment.
I can't take it anymore either.
I lift my head and bite the towel with my teeth to pull it off, and her white, beautiful breasts tumble down toward my face.
"Wait... Ahh..."
I pull her slender waist toward me and open my mouth wide to swallow a white breast.
As I suck on the soft flesh as if inhaling it and tease the nipple poking out in the center with my tongue, Yoon A-young twists her body and shakes my dick vigorously.
"I'll make you feel good too."
"Hngh, don't talk while biting my breast, ahh...!"
Slumped over my face, Yoon A-young rubs her cheek against my abdomen and goes limp.
Even so, she doesn't let go of the hand gripping my dick and shakes it diligently.
"Ahhh! Don't, don't bite either, ahh, haaa!"
I want to keep sucking those beautiful breasts even as I'm already doing it. When I bite down with all my might, Yoon A-young writhes in pleasure.
As if she’s hanging off a cliff and grabbing her only lifeline, she grips my dick tight and jerks it powerfully.
I trace the curve of her slender waist with my fingers and grab her beautifully upturned buttocks from both sides, pulling them apart.
Embarrassed, Yoon A-young uses her free hand to reach back and grab my hand, but she doesn't stop me from pulling and kneading her like dough.
"Ah, ah, ahhh... You're so persistent... persistently only at my breasts... hngh..."
A thin stream of vaginal fluids flows from between Yoon A-young’s parted legs as she feels the pleasure.
The fluid, sparkling as it reflects the light, clings stickily and slowly drifts through the air before disappearing beneath the bed.
As I toy with her breasts and buttocks to my heart's content, Yoon A-young shakes her hand wildly as if refusing to lose, and my dick trembles under the mercy of her hand.
Yoon A-young, who had been kissing and sucking on my abdomen where it touched her cheek, lets out a heated breath and slides her tongue along the muscular lines of my stomach.
This sly little thing had improved her sex skills in an instant, instinctively realizing what gets me excited.
I can't let this slide.
"Haaa! It's too rough, hngh, ahh, ahhh!"
I slide my hand into her crotch, where the thin fluid is dripping, and touch her pussy. Yoon A-young flinches and screams.
Though I can't see it, her secret garden, which I explore with my hand, is already drenched. When I part the plump entrance with my fingers, honey drips down and wets my palm.
As I vigorously rub her shyly protruding clitoris with my middle finger, Yoon A-young lets out a sharp moan and lightly bites my stomach.
Her hand, shaking me powerfully, doesn't stop, and my dick, which had been holding out against her hand, surges and vomits the semen it had been holding back.
Splurt! Shooooot!
The white cum, soaring high as if to reach the ceiling, falls onto Yoon A-young’s back.
The semen stains her back, which is as clean as a field of white snow, and even falls onto her mysterious silver hair.
Reaching her climax at the same time, Yoon A-young entrusts her body to me, panting as she enjoys the afterglow.
Her pussy, which had clamped down on my finger, is chewing on it tightly, and the tremors of her body are transmitted through the breast trapped in my mouth.
"My back feels warm..."
Muttering with unfocused eyes, Yoon A-young instinctively continues to shake the dick that is still dripping with cum.