The Kirin of the Hengshan Sect (6)

"Hoo...."

I knew this air.

In this room flowed that awkward current familiar to lovers alone just before their first consummation. Im Seo-ryeon's face was flushed bright red, but she tried to project boldness rather than embarrassment; a basin of water sat in the corner.

Inwardly I would have liked to prepare some nicely scented oil and such, but the massage parlor was an improvised excuse, and in this rural backwater I had no way to procure such things. Regretting the lack of oil, I approached her.

Up close, Im Seo-ryeon was lying on her stomach with a sword in hand. With her arms stretched straight out in front of her, she looked somewhat like a warrior felled by an ambush.

"There's no need to be so tense."

"The sensation of having someone behind me feels strange; I can't calm down unless I'm holding something."

"Once you get into it, the tension will ease."

Saying this, I placed my hand on her back. Though covered with cloth, the cloth was so thin that if you looked closely you could see the outline of her body, and when I lightly touched the cloth I could even feel the contours of her muscles. Through my hand I felt both the firm muscle texture unique to a martial artist who had gripped a sword for a long time, and the softness that only a woman could possess.

I closed my eyes and began to mentally fill in the shapes of her muscles and body, tracing the faint outlines of her slender waist and shoulder line. It was as if I were gauging the positions of the components needed for my massage, like fitting organs one by one into a toy model of a human body from childhood.

"Euhit!"

Im Seo-ryeon gave a strange reaction, shrugging her shoulders even though my hand merely brushed the cloth. She clutched the sword tightly, her body rigid, and trembled. Perhaps the sensation of being touched from behind was simply something she couldn't get used to.

To ease her tension, I tossed out a question.

"Your hair color is somewhat different from ours—are you not originally from around here?"

Im Seo-ryeon shook her head. Though her shoulders flinched each time I touched her, she was relaxing more than before as she thought about the answer.

"People have often asked if I'm from the Western Regions, but... it's just hereditary. Both my mother and father lived their whole lives in Hubei Province."

"If you were born in Hubei, how did you come to Hengshan? I'm not well-versed in geography, but it seems quite a distance from Hubei."

Im Seo-ryeon tilted her head at my words, then spoke.

"Does region matter? Anyone who sets their mind to martial arts will wander until they find a sect that fits them."

"That's true enough."

I nodded at her words, then placed both palms on her back at once.

"Eut...."

Im Seo-ryeon raised her head like a startled lizard. But she showed no further reaction, because I had merely applied a little force to confirm her body once more. With my palms placed on her, I closed my eyes, and the contents of the Bedroom Arts left by Sex Demon Cheonpung, who called himself the 'right arm of the Heavenly Demon,' came to mind.

Among that knowledge were clearly methods for kneading a woman's body to awaken her sexual sensation and lead her to greater excitement. I went over those foggy memories once more and began to press Im Seo-ryeon's body, very slowly.

"Mm...."

The basics of a massage that awakens sexual sensation were simple. First, you had to find the points where fatigue melted away and stimulate them, relieving the body's tension. For pleasure to be felt and the sexual senses stimulated, the body had to become sensitively heated.

The body became most sensitive once tension was released. Just as an unexpected blow deals the greatest damage, after melting away bodily fatigue, a gradually tightening caress could short-circuit ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠a person's mind with multiplied pleasure.

"Euh-eum... this...."

I kneaded the knotted muscles with my hands, applied force with my palms to stretch them out firmly. Like working a lump of dough ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠until soft, I pushed out rhythmically and moved, relaxing the muscles of her whole body. Her body, stiff from excessive tension and stress, softened with each touch of my hands.

"Hoo-oo... Hoo...."

As I repeated the process of releasing her muscles from her shoulders down the length of her back to her waist, she, who had initially been stiff with tension, had at some point let go of the sword and was moving her hands around on her own to find the most comfortable position.

I moved my hands from her waist down to her feet and grasped them. When my hands caught her feet, she flinched, but her already relaxed body barely reacted.

She was a woman with truly pretty feet. They were a peach color with not a speck of dirt, her toes dainty and cute, and her nails rounded, not angular, as if painstakingly groomed. Her toes were long and wriggled every time I touched them.

For a moment, I wondered whether I should lick them, but when I glanced beside me, Seon-go was staring at me vacantly, so I cleared my throat and began foot acupressure.

"Euh-euk..! Ah...!"

The feet are so sensitive and important that they are called the second heart. Each time I pressed firmly on her foot, she showed amusing reactions—shivering her shoulders, ruffling her hair, and so on.

"They say that if you stimulate this point here, the fatigue will melt away."

As I said this and pressed firmly along the point—

"Euh-eut...! Hoo...!"

Startled by the brief stimulus, she let out a moan, then soon exhaled and stretched out her body as if feeling the effects of the acupressure. Then I twirled my finger in a circle on the spot that elicited the most interesting reaction, and like an explorer climbing a rope, I moved up her foot.

"Euh-heu...! Ah...! Aang...!"

Im Seo-ryeon let out even more nasal sounds, savoring my acupressure, and I moved up from the foot, reaching her shin and calf.

Above that were her thighs and buttocks, covered by cloth. She was wearing undergarments, but if I focused my eyes through the thin cloth, I could make out the outline of her underwear and the round, cute shape of her buttocks.

Her firm, glossy thighs formed a plump, graceful curve that ran down to straight, white legs. Even just lying still, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠her calves and feet below had a charm that stirred lewd thoughts.

"Hu-eu... Hu-eu...."

While I was getting lost in the sight, Im Seo-ryeon was gathering her wits and gasping. If I let her cool down, I wouldn't be able to move to the next step. I grabbed her leg and focused on loosening the muscles.

Though her legs were white and slender, just touching them lightly told me they were firm, packed with muscle. Even her calves, when I pressed them firmly—

"Ah-heu...! Hu-eu...!"

Now Im Seo-ryeon was savoring my massage with an ecstatically slack expression, unaware of what her face was doing. I wiped the sweat from my brow and lifted one of her legs to see.

The cloth-covered thigh was slightly exposed; I had lifted her leg enough that if I simply lowered my head I could peek under the cloth, but she was still lost in the afterglow and showed no reaction.

I lowered the leg back down and came to her side, whispering,

"Now, my wife will start the massage from above the knee."

Im Seo-ryeon nodded with a slightly dazed, satisfied expression.

I turned my head and met Seon-go's eyes.

Seon-go cautiously reached her hand beneath the cloth, and I recalled teaching her the basics of this massage technique.

******

Seon-go, before starting the massage, asked me with a very uneasy expression,

"But they say massage requires a certain sense or talent. Can I do it well? Won't I make mistakes? What if I just make her uncomfortable for no reason?"

"It's fine. You don't have to be so scared, okay? Actually, if you make mistakes fairly often, that would be even better."

"Mistakes?"

Seon-go's eyes grew puzzled.

*******

"Heut...!"

Now, Im Seo-ryeon's face was tinged with a strange light, and a different nasal sound escaped her than before. She must be flustered by the sensation rising within her. In contrast, Seon-go had sweat on her forehead and was diligently kneading Im Seo-ryeon's body.

"Is something uncomfortable?"

"Ah, no...."

Im Seo-ryeon shook her head at Seon-go's question. Her pride as a martial artist would not let her clearly explain that tickling sensation in her lower belly.

******

"The inner thigh. Knead the inner thigh deliberately. Starting above the knee, you sweep your fingers downward. Like this."

"Like this? Right."

"Since you use your arms a lot in daily life, you've got quite a bit of strength, don't you? Use that strength to pretend to massage the thighs, while steadily, little by little, keep stimulating the inner area."

*******

"Heut..! Heum...!"

I didn't expect Seon-go to send her to climax. No matter how talented she was, she hadn't learned martial arts and had never developed this kind of manual dexterity.

"Heum...! Euhm...!"

So she merely heated Im Seo-ryeon up, like a pot slowly warming over a low flame.

"Heu-eu...! Eut...!"

As long as Seon-go caressed her, she could never come to a boil.

Because the touch of a novice could not find the way to bring someone to climax.

No matter how much she tried to reach climax, Seon-go's hands were not skilled enough to reach that high ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠threshold.

And so, from this moment on, Im Seo-ryeon—

would taste hell on the threshold of climax.

"Heu-eum...! Eum...!"

'Until someone' resolved it.