The Kirin of the Hengshan Sect (7)

"U-uh...! Uh...!"

Sweat beaded on her skin. She buried her head in the blanket and shook it, as if denying the heat rising within her own body. But every time Seon-go's hand touched her and pulled away, sweat trickled down her spine, and the cloth draped over her buttocks grew damp, subtly revealing her flesh.

"Hah...! Ah-ahh...!"

Seon-go continued kneading her thighs, moving higher and higher. Im Seo-ryeon could not resist the clumsy caresses and struggled to cling to the swelling surge of pleasure.

A body already relaxed is easily aroused by even awkward touches. Im Seo-ryeon squeezed her eyes shut, mouth open, breathing out puffs of hot air and letting a stream of moans escape.

"Hah...! Hah...!"

But she could go no further. It was torture—like holding your breath for ten seconds. The kind of torture where the clock's second hand refuses to move past the nine, and you strangle your own breath forever believing it will eventually reach ten.

"Euh-eut...! Heuh...!"

Just when I thought she had grown sufficiently heated, I suppressed any trace of agitation and said:

"Now, please turn over. I will keep my back turned, and Seon-go will rearrange the cloth for you."

"Yes."

When I turned around, Im Seo-ryeon's face was more flushed than ever before. Though not a single lewd act had been committed, her gaze already drifted like a woman in the midst of intercourse, her expression desperate. She stared at the ceiling, panting, wearing the look of someone begging for their 'troubles' to be resolved quickly.

"Hah...!"

After exhaling, Im Seo-ryeon met my eyes and immediately composed her expression. In that instant she recognized her own shameless face, her shame soared, and her sensitized body kindled as much pleasure as the shame itself.

Her chest, covered by the cloth, formed rounded hills, and both tips stood stiff, subtly prominent. Unaware of her own hard, erect nipples, Im Seo-ryeon tried to avert her gaze but was defensively exposing her breasts.

I spoke.

"My wife will continue for you. She will proceed with the thighs and the chest area—realms I cannot touch."

As I said this, I looked straight at Im Seo-ryeon. Im Seo-ryeon flushed under my gaze and her lips twitched as if she were about to say something. But I had no intention of letting her call it off. Before she could open her mouth, I seized the initiative.

"When stimulating the meridian channels, there are times when one cannot continue due to pleasure or excitement. I learned from a reclusive eccentric that this is a natural reaction for those receiving massage for the first time, and it would not be strange to stop midway. I do not mean this as any kind of molestation—truly, such cases are natural, so should you feel you cannot continue further, you are free to say so and stop."

Im Seo-ryeon stared at me and bit her lip. In such situations, maintaining a matter-of-fact expression is crucial. While I was blinking and gazing at the empty air, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Im Seo-ryeon, who had been watching me with fluttering eyelids for a moment, spoke with difficulty.

"...Keep going...."

She would not be able to say she was stopping because it felt too good. As a woman, her pride would not allow her to say in front of a strange man, 'it feels too good, I'll stop.'

Having enjoyed it so thoroughly up to now, she could not claim she was stopping because it was unpleasant. That was a matter tied to her integrity as a martial artist of the orthodox sects. And so she was left with no choice but to entrust her body.

"Ah...! Euk! Ah-eut...!"

She had no choice but to endure the clumsy stimulation once more and let out those lewd sounds. Seon-go kneaded the area around her chest and her thighs, and while keeping a line that hovered dangerously close to her lower belly and her private parts without quite touching, she continued a precarious caress.

"Ah...! Ah-eut...! Euh...!"

Through those gaps, moans leaked out, and Im Seo-ryeon's hands clenched into fists and unclenched repeatedly as she shook her head from side to side. I silently pretended to pay her no attention while correcting Seon-go's posture or teaching her how to apply force.

"No. Use more force there. But not too much."

"Eut! Ah-eut...!"

"Good. Press lightly like that and circle your thumb around. Yes. Well done."

"Aah...! Euh-eut..! Heuh-eut..!"

"And now sweep upward, then release the force as you come back down. There may be tense spots, so come down gently, rocking back and forth."

"Hah...! Ah...! Aah...!"

As I did this, I checked Im Seo-ryeon's reactions. The rhythm of her panting was growing faster, and the pitch of her voice was rising sharply. The hands that had been clawing at the floor were now straining until they went pale, and her waist lifted slightly.

"Ah...! Aah...!"

Her toes wiggled, expressing that desperate pleasure like performance art, and the ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠tops of her feet scraped the blanket, crumpling the spot that had been laid out neatly.

Her eyes blinked rapidly, her mouth opened, and in that moment when her breath seemed to choke off as if she were wailing a dying scream—

"Up to here."

"Ah...!"

With a moan tinged with lament, I ended the massage. At my command, Seon-go withdrew her hands at the same time, and Im Seo-ryeon looked at me with disoriented eyes. Her face was impatient with bewilderment and regret, and her thighs were pressed together, rubbing against each other like someone desperate to urinate.

"Aah...! Euh...!"

And she drummed her heels against the floor without even managing to speak properly, but I ignored her desperate expression and said:

"All right, that is all for today. Would you like to receive more?"

Of course, even if she received more, there was no way she would reach anything like a climax. If we began again, we would go back to the start, beginning with muscle relaxation, and Seon-go would do nothing but torment her extremely slowly.

".....Th-that cannot be."

And of course, Im Seo-ryeon would not actually cry out that she wanted more. Wasn't one of the virtues heavily instilled in sect disciples self-restraint and endurance? The very act of begging for more because she could not overcome the pleasure of a mere massage would disgrace her pride.

I ignored her sharp glare and stepped out of the room. Seon-go would help her change her clothes, and outside, I eavesdropped on her and Seon-go's conversation. The rustling of cloth could be heard, and Seon-go, as I had instructed, dropped the bait to Im Seo-ryeon.

"I'm afraid I may have left you a little unsatisfied, since I'm still unskilled."

"I-it was not bad."

"I once ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠received it from my husband, and that time it truly felt like flying through the sky. So I wanted to give others... that feeling I experienced. But you didn't seem entirely refreshed, so I wondered."

"...No, I-I am satisfied."

I laughed. Because she was not satisfied. But she could not possibly reveal pleasure so nakedly. Today she had learned pleasure through massage, but she had not reached climax. She would try various things to find a way to resolve the pleasure that had come within reach, but whatever she tried, in the end, Seon-go's words would circle in her head.

[I once received it from my husband, and that time it truly felt like flying through the sky.]

How long could she hold out?

When, at last, would she want to feel that sensation of flying through the sky?

Could our skills pierce the endurance of a first-rate master?

Anything gained easily is no fun. The real fun lies in snatching it in a challenge driven to the extreme.

******

After finishing the day's work, I went near the quarters where the deputy was staying and asked the attendant.

"What is that deputy up to?"

"Yes sir. Since Sect Leader instructed us to treat him generously, we have called in a whore from the next village and are letting him have a refreshing good time."

"You called a ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠whore?"

When I questioned him, the attendant bowed his head and said.

"Ah, well... you told us to treat him generously.... The former Sect Leader, whenever he said to treat someone generously, would start by calling women. Is that... not correct?"

It seemed the previous leader had been a fairly hot-blooded guy when it came to hospitality. I stared at the deputy's quarters with a dumbfounded look. Through the silhouette, I could see the whore bouncing up and down, working her hips like a pestle grinding in a mortar.

"Ah-ahng, darling...! Still this clueless, what use are you? Ah-ahng!"

"Euk! Ah-eut! Ah...! J-just a moment...! Eu-eut...!"

The skill with which she worked her hips was an art. As expected, masters in this field are different, aren't they? Seeing the clueless deputy, who had supposedly learned some martial arts, being wrung out like toothpaste, I asked the attendant.

"So, how much does it cost to hire this woman for a day?"

"Ah, yes. It roughly cost this much."

Since every use of the budget had been documented after the Sect Leader changed, the attendant promptly pulled out the budget ledger. The amount was less than I had expected. Since she was a cheap one from the village, coming out for a day didn't seem to cost all that much.

We were giving the inspector a super-luxury massage for fourteen days, so wouldn't we need to offer similar treatment to the deputy to avoid any complaints later? If the deputy's treatment was poor, he might bear a grudge later.

I slid the budget ledger back and said.

"If there are no other fixed plans, add a bit more to this, and tell them to keep him happily entertained until the deputy returns."

"Ah, yes. I will relay that they should wring him dry until he's a withered corpse."

"...I said to let him enjoy himself for the fourteen days until he returns to the Murim Alliance."

"Isn't that the same thing?"

"....Anyway, make sure he enjoys himself. Understood?"

"Yes, sir!"

Taking care of the deputy too—am I not truly a great hero?