The Kirin of the Hengshan Sect (12)
The Kirin of the Hengshan Sect (12)
"Ah, that's... my hands are numb...."
At the very moment Im Seo-ryeon swallowed her pride and patience, urging me to continue, Seon-go shyly raised her hand and spoke. She hunched over with an awkward expression, and her hands were trembling for real.
She wasn't a woman accustomed to manual labor to begin with, so it was only natural for her arms to shake like that after just a little exertion. Even Im Seo-ryeon seemed to realize Seon-go's tremors weren't an act; her eyes widened, but she couldn't bring herself to force Seon-go to hurry up.
"So, I suppose we'll leave it for today...."
"W-wait...!"
As I was about to end the massage and leave, Im Seo-ryeon grabbed my hand once more. I had been on the verge of rising, and her overwhelming strength nearly made me topple over. I barely caught myself against the floor and coughed awkwardly, while Seon-go twitched the corner of her mouth and averted her gaze.
"The Gr-great Hero is a, a martial artist...."
'She's calling me a great hero again.'
The term 'great hero,' which had first slipped out when she thought she owed me a favor, naturally surfaced again the moment she hit the wall of her aroused state. Anyone will call you a great hero when they need something from you.
Im Seo-ryeon had no interest in the little play we had just acted out. Her focus was solely on the pleasure that would relieve her body's condition.
"...You'll need to con...tinue practicing this technique.... Surely, you'll need a training aid...?"
In a situation where I should have nodded without hesitation, I shook my head instead and stole a glance at her breasts. The cloth had slipped down, leaving her stiffly erect nipples starkly exposed. The way they perked up coyly, like fruit poised above her wrists, was so tantalizing I could barely resist the urge to bring my tongue to them then and there.
"How could I dare lay a hand on a lady's body?"
"...I'll leave it to the unwritten rules. Please...."
Her grip on my arm tightened even more. As she twisted and pulled at my sleeve, the flesh of my arm twisted along with it, producing a dull, aching pain. With the internal strength of a first-rate master, tearing off a man's entire forearm would be nothing to her. If I played hard to get any longer, this woman might actually kill me. I grabbed the back of her hand and hurriedly nodded.
"Ah, I understand! I understand, so let go now! I'll do it right this instant...!"
"Haa...! Haa...!"
She released me the moment I agreed. Without even fixing her clothes, she promptly lay back down on her stomach. The sidelong glance she gave me was brimming with impatience. That gaze, burning with lust, was beautiful—but it held just as much menace.
I cleared my throat, carefully raised my hands, and spoke.
"Then I shall begin. I ask for your understanding if I touch sensitive areas...."
"I-it doesn't matter, so h-hurry...."
Im Seo-ryeon cut me off and urged me on again. With an awkward expression, I briefly met eyes with Seon-go, who quietly opened the door and excused herself. Im Seo-ryeon tried to turn her head at the sound of the door opening behind her, but—
"Ah...!"
The moment my hand made contact, her legs trembled uncontrollably, and she focused every nerve on her waist.
Just as she wanted, I folded back the cloth and placed my hands on her thighs, right below her buttocks.
"Hngh...!"
Her shoulders flinched at the mere touch of my hands. For stimulation is always accompanied by imagination. Just as your mouth waters at the sight of a sour fruit if you've tasted one before, her body trembled the instant I placed my hands on her, recalling the pleasure she had experienced. The pleasure in her imagination was literally heating her up.
"Hnaaaah...! Ah...!"
I pressed her thighs lightly and stiffened my knuckles. Then, I slowly moved my hands to her inner thighs, applying pressure at a leisurely pace, and began the caress.
"Ahk...! Ah!"
Kung!
Im Seo-ryeon's shoulders shook as she slammed her fist into the floor. The impact echoed as if she had driven her fist down with her entire weight, but I didn't flinch and continued the massage.
"Haa! Aang! Ah-euht!"
Every movement was a direct replication of what Seon-go had done to her. Brushing over her mounds with stiffened knuckles, pressing firmly into her inner thighs to stimulate her sexual senses and make her flush with heat. Occasionally switching hands to knead her back and shoulders, keeping her body's energy pathways open, and whenever her body seemed to relax, working her thighs again and rubbing the insides with my fingers.
"Ahk! Ah! Aaah...! I-it's different...! S-something...! Aaah...!"
Of course it was different.
No matter how diligently Seon-go had trained and honed her skills over the past few days, I was the one who had personally read the secret manual of a master of the Bedroom Arts—the right hand of the Heavenly Demon—and practiced those stances myself.
To escape the cave, I had spent two years pointing my fingers at empty air, flicking my tongue, and studying the human body.
My understanding was different. My method of unraveling was different. The strength in my fingers was different.
"Aang! Ahk! Ah!"
Those great differences came together to create a gap.
"Aaaang! Ahk! Ah! Aaaht!"
The body's pleasure, which she had thought had already reached its limit, surged higher beyond measure. The pleasure, skyrocketing several times beyond what Seon-go had achieved, was already reaching a point that Im Seo-ryeon's body could no longer endure.
"Hngh...! Ahk...! Ah...! Aaht...!"
She arched her back halfway up, her mouth gaping open as she made sounds as if her windpipe were blocked. Drool dripped from between her lips, and her eyes rolled back, staring into empty space. Beneath her intermittent panting, I could feel her desperate struggle to comprehend the sensations flooding through her.
"Euhk...! Ahk...! Hik...! Ah...! Aaah...!"
This time, I did not stop. I held her as she writhed like a madwoman and continued the caress. I deliberately pressed my hand closer to her weak points, rubbing against her to accelerate the pleasure.
"Haa...! Aaah...! Ahk...! Uhk..! Ah-geuk...!"
Her hands gave out. The strength she had been using to lift her hips suddenly collapsed, but her feet and arms stretched taut, convulsing. As if she had been electrocuted, her whole body went rigid, and her toes tapped against the floor before clawing at the blanket.
"Ah...! Aaah...!"
There, at the very moment she groaned with a desperate voice, as if crying out in her death throes—
using the hand I had placed deep inside, I lightly tapped her most sensitive spot one last time.
"Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhh!"
She screamed like a literal beast, violently flinging her body sideways.
Pusyut! Pusyut!
"Ahk! Ah! Aahk! Hi-geuk! Keuk..! Aaaaang!"
Her waist convulsed violently, her legs spread wide in a vulgar display as fluids gushed forth. Her eyes, having lost all focus, stared blankly at the air with a stupid expression. Her mouth hung open, tongue lolling out as she panted like a dog exhausted from the heat. With both arms and legs gone limp, only her waist kept twitching and bouncing, making the sight feel both obscene and bizarre.
"Ahk! Ah...! Aaah...! Ah-geuk...!"
After her body had convulsed and erupted with pleasure repeatedly, she stiffened momentarily, her waist arched high like a corpse in rigor mortis.
"Heuu-euk...!"
Then, her entire body spasmed, and she collapsed onto her side like a firework that had shot out its final spark.
"Ah...! Aaah...!"
With a dazed expression and her legs stretched straight out, she barely managed to move just her eyes to look at me. I finally got my expression under control and opened my mouth.
"...It's finished."
"Ah...!"
As if she had been waiting for those words, her head dropped forward.
******
"Are you awake now?"
"....."
After tasting the ultimate pinnacle of pleasure for the first time, Im Seo-ryeon showed no reaction—no threatening to kill me, no saying she would kill me for the humiliation. She simply stared into empty space with the demure posture of a nobleman's daughter.
Emerging from the room and seeing her standing there with such an uncharacteristically modest air, I nearly suspected the shock of the massage had turned her into an idiot.
After staring blankly at the air for a moment, she shifted her gaze back to me.
I faced Im Seo-ryeon with a slightly tense expression.
"...Is there something you wish to say?"
Im Seo-ryeon kept her silence.
With her lips pressed tightly shut, she rolled her eyes, lost in thought for a moment, then spoke.
"...How many days are left now, until the massages end?"
Just moments ago she had called me 'great hero,' and now she was speaking informally. As it turned out, she had a habit of addressing people however suited her convenience. I spoke without hiding my smile.
"About three days remain."
Three days.
I was feeling regret at the short remaining time, but was Im Seo-ryeon the same? What could she be thinking right now? The face that had been rolling its eyes as if doing mental arithmetic suddenly flushed bright red. Dyed the deep color of fruit in season, she fidgeted with both hands clasped in front of her and spoke.
"...W-well, training your wife is fine and all, but.... I've been thinking that the p-person who needs to demonstrate the technique—you yourself—might need more time to practice directly.... So, strictly speaking.... As I am your senior in martial terms, I offer this as advice.... Th-this is what I'm doing.... Normally, th-this would be impermissible, but.... Th-this time, there is a debt and such, so...."
Her words grew lengthy. I smiled as I spoke.
"I am honored that it pleased you."
When I accepted her overture, Im Seo-ryeon cried out sharply.
"D-do not misunderstand! Th-this was accepted only because it is a transaction! I will n-never receive such a thing again!"
She made her declaration in a scathing voice, but I listened with one ear and let it flow out the other.
'As you say...'