Hao Sect (7)
Hao Sect (7)
In the hallway leading to the Crimson Ring Sect's bath, we walked side by side and fell into silence. Im Seo-ryeon's face quivered, seized by fear and excitement over not knowing what would transpire in the bath, and her gait was demure—utterly unlike her usual self.
But that was only a pretense of demureness. On the surface she acted poised, but now she was exuding a lewd scent. Her body, roughly wiped of sweat, clung to the outer garment she had brought for washing, revealing her naked curves with every movement, and from between her legs came the faint sound of wetness.
Her face was still flushed, and still steeped in lingering sensations, she walked cautiously down the hallway with steps barely a handspan wide, rubbing her thighs together. Watching that sight, I was almost at the point of wanting to bend her over right there in the hallway and greedily ravish her body.
But I couldn't do that, so I could only click my tongue in regret.
Such barbaric behavior wouldn't suit my aesthetics. For a woman who bore the lofty alias of the 'Kirin of Hengshan Sect,' wouldn't it be far more fitting for her to spread her legs and offer her virginity of her own accord?
With such thoughts, I stood before the bath door. Because I had given word to the attendant, I could feel a faint steaminess seeping from beyond the door. Im Seo-ryeon stood rigid, as if a martial arts master were waiting on the other side of the bath, unable to bring herself to enter.
I stepped aside and said.
"Please go in first. Once you've undressed and told me, I will come in then."
"...You're doing something quite unnecessary."
Even as she said that, she opened the door wide and went in, then closed it before I could enter. I heard rustling sounds, and I leaned my back against the door as if it were a wall, imagining her naked body through the sounds. Having seen and heard her several times while giving massages, it was easy to conjure her body from sound alone.
The sound of cloth sliding down her back reached me. Since I hadn't given her separate undergarments, just the single layer of cloth slipping off meant she was ready. She stepped out of the fallen clothes, and bent at the waist to pick them up with bare hands.
And she placed the clothes on the chest of drawers and spoke to me.
"...Come in."
Her tone was slightly more elated than usual. No matter how much she tried to hide her feelings, this time she couldn't conceal her ardor. I licked my lips and opened the door.
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Steam obscured my vision. But in the hazy scenery of the bath, the figure of a woman—unfamiliar in this context—stood out distinctly. Im Seo-ryeon, subtly veiling her body with mist, face flushed, looking at me. She was covering her naked body with a single piece of cloth, staring at me.
Her gaze went to my face, then to my chest, and then to my lower half.
"Ah...."
A short exclamation escaped her. Her round eyes held a multitude of emotions. The situation of bathing with a woman who was not his wife was making my member swell larger than ever before. I smiled and spoke.
"Why are you acting this way?"
Im Seo-ryeon's hand reached toward my member, then hesitated and withdrew. Her fingers gauged the thickness of my shaft. She curled her hand into a circle and held it up before her eyes, then carefully moved it toward her own rear.
"...Th-this goes in? In... in here?"
"That is precisely why this kind of adaptation process is necessary."
Im Seo-ryeon bit her lip at my words and drew back. Taking advantage of her confusion, I sat beside her, then naturally stretched out my arm and wrapped it around her waist. The mixture of steam and sweat made our skin stick together the moment it touched.
Im Seo-ryeon twisted her body as she felt the touch on her waist. She could have pushed me away if she wanted, but in the end she didn't. Instead, she looked away and asked me. A drop of sweat trickled down her forehead.
"...So, how am I supposed to get used to it? Just... watching is enough?"
I took hold of her arm with my other hand and carefully guided it toward my cock. Im Seo-ryeon didn't resist, only turning her gaze toward me.
Im Seo-ryeon was watching what I was doing like a child who had found an intriguing spectacle. She kept her gaze fixed without wavering until her hand was on my glans, and she tapped the sensitive spot.
"Get used... to it...?"
"That's right. You need sufficient exposure to become accustomed."
She trailed off. She was smart enough to understand why I had guided her hand. Frowning and hesitating, she awkwardly wrapped her hand around the glans, then looked at me and asked.
"H-how am I supposed to do it? If I just squeeze like this...?"
"...Don't squeeze, do it gently. Like this, up and down, as if polishing a rod."
Watching my hand movements, she very carefully adjusted her grip and began an up-and-down reciprocating motion. At first she simply repeated a straight up and down, but after only a few strokes she got the hang of it: gently sweeping on the downstroke, and squeezing with appropriate force on the upstroke.
While she played with my cock, I soaked the soap beside me in water and worked up a lather. White soap bubbles ran down my hand and dripped onto my thigh and Im Seo-ryeon's hand. Catching the slippery soap foam in her palm, Im Seo-ryeon applied it to my cock and began stroking more smoothly.
"Hoo...."
She was a woman who learned faster than expected. The slick soaping combined with her hand made me feel dizzy. When I showed a reaction, Im Seo-ryeon, as if hooked, lifted her hips and bent her waist, becoming absorbed in the act.
And I lowered the hand around her waist and kneaded her rear. She hesitated briefly at my touch, then ignored my actions and concentrated on handling my cock.
Im Seo-ryeon's rear could be called a model for martial artists. It was soft yet muscled, giving it elasticity, and the shape was so round that merely touching it made its beauty apparent.
While savoring the texture, I straightened my fingers and moved them sideways. I slipped my hand into the divided cleft, and into her rear, which was still slick with lubricant.
"Hut...!"
Startled, Im Seo-ryeon lifted her head. Her gaze at me was filled with bewilderment and question. I adjusted my momentarily blank expression and said.
"It's important to erase the foreign sensation. Try stimulating other places on your own to dispel that sensation."
"S-stimulate other places?"
Im Seo-ryeon's face flushed at my words.
"That's too vulgar... a thing to do... I... Ah... Aaht...!"
I pressed the inner flesh wall of her anus with my finger, cutting off her words. Distracted by the strange stimulation layered atop the foreign sensation, she grimaced. A sensation too weak to be pain, too ticklish to be pleasure.
Every time I gently rubbed with my finger, she writhed at the novel stimulation.
"W-wait... Something feels strange, so stop poking like that...! Huut...! Haa...!"
She wasn't feeling pleasure right now. Because of the intense memory of being brought to climax earlier by pressing on her anus, her body was reacting as if it should be feeling pleasure, but since her anus hadn't been trained yet, she didn't know what to do with the sensation.
Her body was heating up, but there was no release.
So what action could she take?
I hardened my expression and said.
"To get used to it, you need consistent stimulation like this—pressing inside."
"Huut...! Euph...!"
She shot me a slight glare.
But there was no help for it. Because right now her lower abdomen must have been itching.
"Huut...! Huu...! Haa...!"
She hesitated, then slipped her free hand between her legs. And with one hand stroking my cock, she began pleasuring herself. The fingers between her legs moved flexibly, pressing on her weak spots, spreading her own folds to expose her clitoris.
"Ah...! Aaht...!"
And while caressing and pinching meticulously, she panted, chasing climax once more. The earlier sight of her pulling away, calling it vulgar, was completely gone; clutching my cock like a handle, she began to immerse herself in masturbation.
And whenever she felt it, I pressed firmly inside her rear with my finger, stirred, and scratched.
"Aah! Aat! Huut...! Ah...! Aang!"
Continuously, I imprinted in her mind that each time I thrust inside her anus, it felt good. At first, she was merely confusing the mingled external pleasure, thinking she felt that way—but as stimulation and pleasure blended and confusion set in.
"Aaaang!"
Just the act of thrusting into her rear would begin to feel pleasurable in itself.
"Haa...! Ah...! Aat...! Ha...!"
Her hand, reaching climax, was very slowly rubbing my cock. A woman, soaping her body, rubbing my cock while masturbating.
Im Seo-ryeon, with strands of hair stuck to her cheek, looked at me. I, having been holding back since the anal training began and reaching my limit, likewise closed my eyes and ejaculated onto the bath floor.
"Urgh...!"
Byureut! Byureut! Byureureut!
White semen spilled onto the bath floor, boasting a sticky weight, and I gazed for a moment at the things my body had expelled. Things my body had expelled. Things my body had expelled? Im Seo-ryeon asked, leaning her body against my thigh.
"....Why are you acting like that? I-is this the end?"
I shook my head. It was a problem that still yielded no answer even now, so what was I agonizing over? Instead of answering, I thrust into her rear once more.
"Huaat...!"
A cute moan escaped Im Seo-ryeon's mouth.