Hao Sect (4)
Hao Sect (4)
All the preparations were perfect. Im Seo-ryeon, persuaded by the promise of even greater pleasure, had decided to wash up in the bath first. Beside the empty bed and the basin from which steam curled upward, Seon-go sat with a flushed face.
"So, you're going to play with a peak master's backside, then?"
Even as she spoke, her eyes sparkled with intense excitement. The way she fidgeted with her fingers and tapped the armrest of the chair made it seem as though she wanted to personally tease Im Seo-ryeon's backside herself, if only I would allow it.
"You'll have to hold back this time. It's a sensitive area, and anyone who isn't an expert like me could cause an injury."
A regretful look crossed her face at those words. She truly seemed to harbor a deep interest in Im Seo-ryeon's backside. Seon-go, who had been darting her eyes about, suddenly shifted her expression, then licked her lips and asked in a small voice.
"...Perhaps, will you do it for me later as well?"
Her voice brimmed with anticipation. I stroked my chin and gave the matter serious thought. She was already busy with martial arts training and handling all the accounting; if she began skipping meals on top of that, she could genuinely fall ill. Besides, Im Seo-ryeon was a practitioner of the Daoist lineage who did not normally eat, and her energy circulation technique had been developed specifically to cope with such fasting, so hers was a special case.
"....You'll have to become a higher-level master first, and then I'll consider it."
"...I will become an incredible master."
Seon-go said this as she clenched her fist tightly. A flame seemed to blaze in her eyes. Becoming a master for the sake of receiving anal training—was the future of the Crimson Ring Sect truly all right with this?
For me, it was a turn-on, but I did worry whether it left a slight stain on the history of pure martial arts.
Was it a good thing for Seon-go to become a master, or a good thing for her not to become one?
Amid this bizarre dilemma, Im Seo-ryeon, having finished her bath, opened the door and entered.
Seon-go couldn't hide her anticipation, her body practically bouncing with excitement, while Im Seo-ryeon, conversely, shuddered the moment she came in and stared at Seon-go.
"What is this?"
"My wife. Didn't you see her last time as well?"
"Hello. Today, as an assistant...."
Im Seo-ryeon cut off Seon-go's introduction with knife-like sharpness and walked up to me. Then, her face flushed bright red, she whispered.
"A-are you saying you'll sh-show another person you m-molesting my, my 'that place'?"
There were various terms to refer to the anus, but Im Seo-ryeon had chosen the euphemistic expression "that place" among them. Seon-go was still looking at me with an expectant face, while I looked at Im Seo-ryeon, trembling with her lips pressed tightly together.
No matter how mad with pleasure she was, she might refuse if a dispute arose over an issue like this. Having Seon-go by my side was the best option for me, but I also needed to understand Im Seo-ryeon's shame.
I put on a perfectly nonchalant expression and spoke to Im Seo-ryeon.
"How could I have such an intention? My wife was originally an assistant for this massage, so she entered solely in a professional capacity. If you do not wish for another person to be present while a sensitive area is being stimulated, I will send her out immediately."
And I looked at Seon-go. She was a quick-witted woman. The moment my gaze met hers, she smiled without her expression changing in the slightest, nodded, then bowed her head to Im Seo-ryeon and said.
"Well then, I beg your pardon."
"N-no, wait...."
Im Seo-ryeon's face was red. Seeing her hesitate, it seemed that after probing her anus a few more times during the session, a slight nudge would make her allow Seon-go back inside.
A servant came and took the chair away with Seon-go.
The moment the door closed, Im Seo-ryeon leaned her body onto the bed and looked at me. As if trying to forget the small shame she had felt just moments ago, she grabbed my collar, exhaled a hot breath, and soaked me with her gaze.
"....Wh-what should I do now? I-I washed myself as you said, and changed into clean, new clothes."
"Take them off."
I lowered my voice and commanded her. Im Seo-ryeon's eyes went wide at my overbearing tone, and she stared at the bed before her lips quivered into a smile. The harmony of her pupils, shrunk nearly to sanpaku eyes, and her red-flushed cheeks was striking.
"Ah, r-right.... I should take them off...."
Of course she had to undress for a massage. There was nothing wrong with this instruction. But the anticipation of doing something new seemed to make even this simple command from me feel different. Her clothes dropped onto the bed with a light thud.
The crumpled shape of her clothes was pressed as if it had traced the form she had been standing in.
"D-don't look this way."
I turned around without a word. As I turned my head, I caught a glimpse of her lowering her hands to pull down her underwear, after having covered her chest with her arms.
Her naked shadow was cast upon the wall. Even in the shadow, her nipples stood out, and I could see her bending over to remove the cloth from her lower body. She pulled the elastic underwear down to her thighs, then lifted her legs to step out of them as if crossing stepping stones. She shook the underwear caught on her ankle to flick it off, and it fell to the floor with a soft thud.
Im Seo-ryeon's shadow gathered the carelessly thrown underwear and clothes, then neatly folded them and set them aside in a corner.
Then, overlapping with the bed, her form finally changed into one single, unique, and gently curved shape.
"Y-you can turn your head now."
A shy voice echoed against the back of my head. I turned around, feeling my lower body stiffen. Im Seo-ryeon was lying naked on her stomach on the bed, staring at me blankly. Her face was dyed red, flush with excitement; her chest, pressed against the bed, had taken on the shape of a steamed bun; and her backside, bathed in the sunlight from beyond the door, flaunted its milky-white hue.
Her body, which I was seeing again after so long, was still beautiful. It was alluring enough to make me want to tie her hands up and ravish her on the bed right then and there.
But that had no flavor.
Slowly steeping her in sensation, playing with her as much as I wanted, and then pouncing only after making her want it herself—that was the most delicious and enjoyable way, after all.
"Then, I'll begin."
"Huu...."
Im Seo-ryeon trembled. I steeled my expression and took the oil out of the basin. The oil bottle, sufficiently warmed, was soaked through with water and felt warm to the touch on the outside.
Im Seo-ryeon, on the other hand, was shooting me sidelong glances with her entire body tensed. If I forcibly kneaded her body like this, she wouldn't be able to feel it properly. First, I placed the bottle, still holding its warmth, on top of her body and rolled it around as if teasing her.
"Hut...!"
Startled by the warm, hard sensation, Im Seo-ryeon lifted her body slightly before slowly settling back down. I rolled the bottle over her waist and said.
"Your body is tense, so this is to loosen the muscles. Breathe in and out slowly, and release the tension in your body. Originally, when giving a massage, it is important to keep the mind at ease."
"Huu.... Huh...."
As expected of a peak master, her comprehension was quick, and she was obedient. When she heard my words, she moved her body this way and that, checking its condition, then began taking deep breaths with her eyes closed as she lay there. After a few breaths, I could visibly see her rigid body relax drowsily, and even her stiffly upright shoulders drooped.
"I will apply the oil."
The sound of the bottle opening rang out cheerfully. Im Seo-ryeon even trembled her backside in surprise at that sound. As I smeared the oil thickly onto my hands, I felt a sudden impulse to slap her backside with my palm a few times.
If I hit her now and said it was a joke, would she forgive me?
"Heut...! Ah...!"
Of course, she wasn't the type of person to forgive with such an excuse. She was a woman whose pride was as rigid as a straight bamboo strip, even while receiving an obscene massage from a second-rate martial artist. I barely suppressed the urge to beat out a rhythm on her backside and began smoothly applying the oil from her back down to her buttocks.
"Eung...! Heut...!"
The entire process was carried out exactly the same as the massage from before. Spreading the oil widely over her back, pressing firmly on her acupoints, coating her entire body in lubricant while stimulating her sensitive areas.
"Hau...! Eung...! Heut...!"
Even while covering her face with her hands, she was crying out in a voice that somehow sounded glad and joyful. Even while holed up training in the mountains of the Hengshan Sect, she had missed this pleasure she was feeling now.
How depraved a woman she was.
Not just longing for the hands of a strange man to knead her body. Now she even wished for her own backside to be tormented.
"Aheu...! A-eung..! Heut...! A-eut...!"
The process of stimulating her acupoints through the massage and maximizing her senses was perfectly recreated by tracing back past memories. Her body having grown intensely hot, Im Seo-ryeon's shoulders quivered and jerked, and she was already drooling, leaving wet marks visible on the sheet. Her pussy, pressed tight in a straight line, was leaking obscene fluid, waiting for me to touch it, while her eyes had grown clouded and misty as they stared straight at me.
Everything was the same as before.
If there was one thing different about this massage from the last.
"Ah...! Aaht...! Aaaah...!"
"Endure it. You will feel a foreign sensation, but you must endure this feeling to experience pleasure."
It was that my finger was now applying oil inside her anus.