Hao Sect (6)
Hao Sect (6)
"Hnghk...! Heughk...! Hahh...!"
Im Seo-ryeon lay sprawled across the bed, moaning strangely. Her legs were spread wide, love juice trickling between them, and her glazed eyes stared vacantly at nothing. Her mouth hung open, tongue lolling out, and her stiff, erect nipples and sweat-drenched body laid bare the pleasure she had experienced.
I dusted off my hands and gave them a rough wash in the basin of water. The water, which had been steaming hot, had cooled to lukewarm during the vigorous massage. I dried my hands with a towel, picked up her clothes from the floor, and spoke to Im Seo-ryeon.
"It's over."
"Uhee...! Ah...! J-just a momeeent...!"
She said that and tried to grab my sleeve. But since she was flailing roughly while staring at empty air, she couldn't catch my arm. Only after several attempts did she manage to seize my hand and barely pull herself upright. When she raised her sweat-soaked body, the droplets that had gathered on her chest rolled down her curves and clung to her nipples.
"Hahh...!"
And she let out another sigh. She clutched her head, glanced at me sideways, and muttered.
"You lecherous bastard...."
"Didn't it feel good?"
At those words, Im Seo-ryeon trembled. She averted her gaze and looked toward the paper door, through which bright light still streamed, as she spoke.
"...I want to bathe first."
I had tossed her an unfavorable topic, and she naturally changed the subject. It was a reasonable thing to say, given how sticky and unpleasant her body felt. I swept my eyes over her back and said.
"Let us enter together."
"What?"
Im Seo-ryeon turned her head and furrowed her brow. I had expected her to reply thoughtlessly, drained as she was, but her face twisted as if she'd heard something utterly out of line. Although her expression had been buoyant with pleasure moments before, strength now hardened her eyes and hands, and her demeanor grew sharp.
"....Are you making light of me?"
Ah, did I push too far? Should I apologize now? While I deliberated, Im Seo-ryeon's blade-sharp gaze wavered, and her voice lowered in volume.
She pressed her fingers firmly into the bed as she organized what she wanted to say.
"Ah, just because I permitted the massage, that you, you would try to cross the line like this... Th-that sort of thing, that's...."
Ah, I didn't need to apologize.
She didn't actually feel that bathing together was insulting or irritating in itself.
Given that she had already permitted anal stimulation, Im Seo-ryeon's psychological walls had lowered considerably. She understood the truth as well—that what we were doing was far removed from wholesome massage, and we were merely using "massage" as a pretext to enjoy each other.
"Th-that sort of... Ac-actions that only married people... should do... attempting them with lu-lustful intent, that cannot be permitted... So, therefore...."
To interpret Im Seo-ryeon's roundabout words: since we were neither married nor courting, if I wanted to bathe together, I needed to provide some plausible excuse.
Of course, I was always ready to play along with her tune.
"Calm yourself. How could I ever make light of you, miss, and press forward with lewd acts?"
I said that and approached Im Seo-ryeon. She stiffened from her earlier spirited posture. But despite my approaching her while she was defenseless, she made no move to push me away or refuse me. She merely turned her head coyly and covered her breasts with her hands—just as a new bride does when her groom touches her body.
"Mmm...."
I stroked her back. The lingering afterglow of heightened sensation remained, and that action alone made Im Seo-ryeon's voice quiver. She stretched her neck, maintaining an air of composure, savoring the sensation—but the lower my hand went, the rougher her breathing became, and she kept glancing at me while licking her lips.
I laid my hand on her buttocks. As I neared her anus, I felt Im Seo-ryeon's body tense. I stroked her buttocks very slowly and spoke.
"In order to develop the acupoint located deepest within, one must insert an object that is longer than a finger, soft, and pliable."
Im Seo-ryeon shivered. She made no sound, but her long sigh made it abundantly clear. She knew exactly what object I was talking about. From the very beginning, when I mentioned developing the anus, she had revealed her negative perception by bringing up sodomy and buggery.
Im Seo-ryeon glanced at me and said.
"...D-does it... really have to be a, a male's... member? Couldn't you carve something out of wood... make something similar and...."
"Such an object would be far too hard, and if the finish were poor, it could leave internal wounds. Moreover, since it wouldn't be part of my own body, I'd struggle to gauge the pressure. Frankly, I've never used such toys, so it wouldn't be particularly pleasant for you either, miss."
This wasn't a pretext. I didn't particularly trust wood-carved toys in this era, and I had no experience handling them. Even in the secret manual left by the Lustful Demon Cheonpung, there was nothing written about satisfying a woman with wooden toys.
In the first place, what able-bodied man would practice satisfying a woman with such things? Especially when he had a far more dependable implement dangling between his legs.
"I see...."
"Trust me. The moment the development is complete, you will taste pleasure of the highest order."
Im Seo-ryeon nodded and covered her mouth. Thanks to that, I couldn't tell what expression she was making. She stared blankly into space for a moment, then shook her head and said.
"So... that... what exactly does bathing together have to do with pressing your male member against my rear?"
I said.
"Have you ever seen a man's member, miss? Or come into contact with one?"
Im Seo-ryeon nodded. Even as she did so, her gaze kept flicking to my crotch. I continued speaking, unbothered by her glances.
"If you've never encountered a man's member before, having it suddenly presented will cause tension and shock. How then could one hope to develop the acupoint? When an unfamiliar object is brought against your body, your body will never relax naturally. Even ordinary people react that way—so how much more tense would a martial artist become?"
"That's... true...."
Im Seo-ryeon agreed. Quite unlike her flustered and embarrassed demeanor moments before, she was nodding with a rather serious expression. Watching her earnestly contemplate how to increase the odds of successful anal intercourse was oddly laughable, but I pressed down the corners of my mouth and spoke.
"Just as I have grown accustomed to your body, miss, you too need to grow accustomed to mine. That is why I proposed we bathe. I have already seen your body and become familiar with it, so you should likewise see and experience my body and grow accustomed to it."
"I-I see...."
Im Seo-ryeon's expression was truly something. Just moments ago, she had looked as though she wanted me to make up some rough excuse—but now she was stroking her chin, pondering my opinion.
Her moment of deliberation wasn't long. Like the martial artist she was, she nodded decisively. Her face was flushed with excitement, and her eyes glinted with strange anticipation. In contrast to her brisk nod, she cast a hesitant glance and asked.
"...But wh-what exactly will we do in the bath?"
I looked at her and smiled.
There were plenty of things I wanted to do.
But explaining them here would have been too crass.
"I will tell you once we are there. For now, just thinking about bathing—isn't that pleasant enough?"
"...I suppose so. But what about clothing?"
"The clothes you wore here are in the corner, but wait a moment and I will have the attendants prepare garments for walking to the bathhouse and a change of clothes for after you wash."
"...I am in your debt."
Im Seo-ryeon said that and looked toward the bed. The sweat marks had left a stark imprint of her waist and buttocks. A distinct wet trail in the shape of flowing water lined the inside of her thighs, and droplets had splattered onto the floor so that every step made a squelching sound.
Sometimes, an opportunity to objectively look back on the traces of one's own life presents itself. For Im Seo-ryeon, it seemed that moment was now.
Seeing that sight, Im Seo-ryeon pressed her thighs together and covered her mouth with her hands, and I turned my head to spare her further embarrassment. From behind me, Im Seo-ryeon's voice came.
"...Um, I wasn't too vulgar, was I? I didn't lose all dignity and scream, did I?"
I laughed and said.
"May I speak honestly?"
Im Seo-ryeon's shoulders flinched at my words. She was already naked, and we had already seen everything there was to see—yet Im Seo-ryeon tried to use the bed and her hands as a screen, as if a sudden shame had overtaken her. But the sight of her most intimate parts being just barely concealed only excited me more.
Im Seo-ryeon said.
"H-how was it, that you'd say so? Wa-was it that vulgar? I-I don't remember the massage very well, so I'm asking—was it that bad?"
I shook my head and said.
"You were adorable."
Im Seo-ryeon stared at me with a blank expression. She looked at me dazedly, not even blinking, then whipped her head away as if she had just met someone she should never have encountered.
Without showing me her expression, she said.
"....You rake."