Monster (7)
The road to Shaanxi.
After about ten days had passed, the Poison Human's body slowly began to change. These were positive changes, both for Docheol and for her. Her arms and legs, which had been so gaunt they were pitiful just to look at, began to fill out with a pleasant firmness—nourished by sufficient food and shaped through training. Flesh now covered the places where her ribs had once seemed about to poke through her skin.
Her flat chest, too, gradually began to swell, and the clothes she had hastily thrown on when fleeing the Tang Clan were now pulled taut. The Poison Human could face the changes happening to her own body while bathing alone. She found herself thinking anew that her legs were this lovely, and as her thighs and chest filled out, they became delightful to touch.
Without realizing it, she would poke at them curiously, as if marveling at something strange, then knead them like dough—until a strangely excited, heated feeling rose up and made her pull her hands away. As she hesitated with a flushed face, the servant's voice, who had no way of knowing what she was up to, rang out from outside.
"Is something the matter?"
"Ah, no! Nothing at all!"
Then the Poison Human would startle and splash water on her face. The warm water covered her face, and her hair clung wetly like strands of seaweed. She swept her hair back with both hands as if parting a curtain, then pushed her lips out and pressed them together like a duck's bill.
"Puuu..."
And she faced her own naked body once more. A smooth stomach without any excess flesh, and in contrast, thighs that had begun to curve. And between them, a hairless mound and pert breasts. The Poison Human stroked her calf the way Docheol touched it.
Then, little by little, she tried drawing her hand upward. The closer her hand crept, the stranger and hotter and more ticklish the feeling became. Her hand, having climbed all the way to her thigh, finally fell away—unable to overcome its own heat, trembling uncontrollably.
It was around that time that Docheol declared they would move on to the next stage.
As if their thoughts had been in perfect sync, Docheol nonchalantly grasped her thigh with his hand and said,
"Starting today, we'll go this far."
His palm, clinging more tightly than the Poison Human had imagined, squeezed and covered her thigh without letting go. Whenever she moved her leg, he simply pressed firmly, up and down, as if savoring every bit of it.
The Poison Human was seized by a strange sensation—a fluttering in her lower belly, a ticklish feeling as if she needed to pee, and a restless urge to rub her legs together. She didn't know what to do with herself. The closer his hand came, the more this strange sensation rising in her lower belly made her restless, constantly preventing her from focusing her mind.
And whenever her concentration scattered and her skin took on a purple tinge, Docheol would say in a gentle, soft tone,
"You must pull yourself together. Only then can we move on to the next stage."
The words 'next stage' made her even more confused and excited. If simply having him grasp her thigh like this was dizzying enough to make her lose control of her body, what on earth would happen when they moved to the next stage? And just how good would that feel?
Vague anticipation spurred her excitement. Every time he touched her body, a pleasure even greater than the sensation on her skin spread through her, and she would rub her weak, buckling legs together while nuzzling her hair against his chest like an animal begging for affection. With her face flushed bright red, she exhaled roughly and made eye contact with him, brazenly engaging in instinctive seduction.
"Mister..."
She couldn't precisely express this feeling she was experiencing. But she learned that if she called out to Docheol desperately, pouring into it the sensation of her body melting away, Docheol would react with an expression just as heated and satisfied.
"Haa... haa..."
Whenever Docheol's hand swept around her chest and pressed firmly on her thighs, the Poison Human clung even closer with a blank gaze.
They had rented a large room under the pretext of training, and the two of them clung together like people folded into a single coffin—pressing their bare skin close, stripping away what was covered by clothes, writhing in the shape of obscene intimacy.
No one had taught her; she was simply acting on instinct, like a female animal. To cool her crotch, which was heating up hottest of all, she unconsciously tried to sit on Docheol's thigh. And as if squeezing her legs together to rub herself wasn't enough, she brushed her mound over Docheol's knee, bouncing her hips as if grazing it, and brushed against a dizzying sensation.
"Ah... ah-uh...! Euh-heut...!"
With her chin raised, she let out a moan—then realized she had made a strange sound and gauged Docheol's reaction. Once she sensed that Docheol wasn't mocking or teasing her, and was instead pulling her into a tight embrace as if urging her on, she relaxed and leaned her body against him, beginning to move even more brazenly.
She pressed her body down firmly onto his thigh and drew Docheol's hand over to make him knead her chest. Docheol did everything she asked of him. He kneaded her breasts as if wringing them and moved his hand further up from her thigh, drawing near her most intimate place.
When the Poison Human shook her hips brazenly to rub herself, he raised his knee to make it even easier for her to grind.
"Haa...! Heu-eu...! Eu-eut...! Ah...!"
And when her excitement peaked enough to reach climax, Docheol never missed the moment she lost control of her poison and her skin color changed. At the precarious point, he reined in the Poison Human's movements and said in an affectionate but firm voice,
"Now, stop."
"Ah...! Ah-euk...! Ah...!"
Flailing with a hazy gaze, the Poison Human clung to Docheol, craving pleasure. Unable even to form words properly, she held tight to him, then whispered in a tearful voice.
"Ah, mister... j-just a little more... just a little bit more... then... l-like... I'll..."
"Not yet. You must train your mind until you can control the poison even unconsciously."
And Docheol pulled the Poison Human into a tight embrace and said,
"You must endure. Miss. Do you understand?"
The Poison Human was weak to that kind of control through affection. As if on a leash, she began striving to endure as he commanded. There were nights when her whole body throbbed and burned with excitement, making her toss and turn sleeplessly, and days when she clung even more tightly to Docheol to cool her arousal because the pleasure was simply too much.
"Ah...! Ah-euk...! Heu-eu-euk...! Eu-euk...!"
"You endured well. We're almost there now. But there are still moments when you lose control of the poison. Do you understand? No matter how much a pleasure that feels as if it will blow your mind crashes over you, you must never lose control of the poison."
In truth, what Docheol was doing to the Poison Human was similar to the massage he had given Im Seo-ryeon. By stimulating the acupoints around her thighs and chest, he expanded her sensitivity, making her feel pleasure intensely. And by repeating situations where she could never reach climax, he injected ever stronger pleasure.
He made her body feel pleasure up to the very limit the Poison Human could endure, then stopped—and repeated it over and over.
By repeating this process, no matter how intense a pleasure was injected, he cultivated in her a strong mental power capable of controlling the poison, and perfectly tamed the Poison Human's body with the pleasure he himself provided.
"Haa...! Aaah...! Eu-euk...! Ah, mister...! L-let me go... I'm going c-crazy..."
No matter how much she begged, her voice tinged with tears, he did not let her go.
"Not yet. You're losing control of the poison. But it seems like just a little more will do it. Just a little more. Can you endure just a little more?"
He spoke firmly, but dangled an even sweeter bait.
"J-just a little... more?"
"That's right. We aim for the next stage while doing something just a little more pleasurable."
"S-something just a little more pleasurable...?"
"That's right. If you endure a stronger stimulation than now, what do you think will be waiting for you next? And what incredibly pleasurable things will you be able to do then?"
"More... more... pleasurable things...?"
"That's right. Something far more pleasurable than now. Something so pleasurable it will blow your mind. If you can control the poison even in that kind of situation, Miss, you'll be able to move about freely. You won't need to worry about anything."
"S-so... mind-blowingly..."
"Don't you want to try doing such things with me?"
The Poison Human's eyes sparkled brilliantly as she looked up at Docheol. In the silence, Docheol's hand twisted and grasped her buttocks. They were the buttocks he had kneaded like dough again and again—the buttocks that had sunk down onto his thighs and left behind glistening traces of her arousal.
Now that they had filled out quite plumply, a resilient spring was felt every time he touched them, and the sensation of pulling her close while squeezing tight was delightful. The Poison Human, offering her buttocks up defenselessly, clung to Docheol. Looking up at him with a face full of dewy moisture, she whispered,
"...I want to try."
That was how the Poison Human was melting away inside Docheol's world. She was becoming a creature craving climax, desiring his body.
Docheol smiled as he stroked the Poison Human's hair.