The Next Plan (5)

"Euh-heu...!"

Im Seo-ryeon clamped her mouth shut, startled by the vulgar and bizarre moans escaping her own lips. She then cast a sidelong glance, trying to read Docheol's reaction. Docheol, as if he hadn't heard her moans at all, was spreading oil broadly across her back.

"Ah, ah-heu...!"

Even with her mouth covered, Im Seo-ryeon let out moans and rolled her eyes. She couldn't figure out where to direct her gaze, or how to endure this feeling she was experiencing. Docheol pressed his palm firmly against her lower back as if he hadn't even registered her violent reaction.

Chalssak!

"Ah!"

The fragrant oil and her skin adhered, producing a slick, sticky sound. She felt the texture of Docheol's palm without any barrier. His fingers swept broadly across her back, spreading the oil, and the slippery, pleasant scent faintly diffused, making her head spin.

Had she not ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠brought the oil herself, she would have been convinced she'd fallen victim to some sinister scheme of an unorthodox expert. The fragrance and atmosphere filling the room were that stimulating, and the sensation of her skin soaking it in was that dangerous.

"Hah.... Hah...."

Rough breaths spilled from Im Seo-ryeon's mouth. This was before Docheol had even begun the full-scale massage. Docheol stared blankly at Im Seo-ryeon in that state for a moment, then began kneading her back.

Just as usual. Just as he always did, he pressed firmly on her acupoints to expand her Qi Sense.

"Eu-euk...! Eung...! Heung-at...!"

Squirming. Docheol realized that her body, coated in oil, was ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠deeply alluring. The movement of her muscles, the elasticity he felt with every contact, was addictive. Docheol, whose mental and physical cultivation was still lagging, unconsciously stimulated her acupoints harder and more frequently than usual, wanting to feel that addictive sensation more.

"I-euk..! Ah-euk...! Ah...!"

And as the sensations in her oil-drenched body grew more intensely activated, Im Seo-ryeon writhed her legs and flailed her arms. Her eyes flew wide open, and every time a hand touched her, her entire body jolted as if struck by lightning.

Right now, her instincts were screaming a warning.

That if this went any further, it would be dangerous; that if she passed this point, she might lose her mind.

"S-Stop...!"

Im Seo-ryeon flailed and reached out to grab Docheol. Docheol, his wrist seized, recoiled slightly in surprise.

"What is it?"

Im Seo-ryeon's face was dyed crimson, her gaze already marinated in lewdness as she stared into empty space. What she had just done was not based on rational judgment. Her animal instinct had sensed the danger to herself.

Docheol looked at Im Seo-ryeon, who was gripping his hand tightly. The excitement hadn't subsided from her face, and her senses had just been expanded. If he sent Im Seo-ryeon away now, there was a possibility she would never seek out the Crimson Ring Sect again.

If that happened, all the effort he'd put into kneading her would be for nothing, going straight to Amitabha.

Docheol was the type of person who believed that effort must always be followed by reward. He could not tolerate anyone trying to snatch away that effort in an irrational and unjust manner.

So Docheol grabbed her hand in return. He had to press her while her head was still not functioning properly from the excitement. Docheol spoke deliberately, using a stern tone of voice.

"Are you really going to stop? Truly?"

He ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠put weight into his voice, lowering it. He pressured her with his gaze as if stopping now would be a mistake, and he kept holding onto her hand.

"I-If this continues any further...."

Im Seo-ryeon's mouth opened. Her face was full of confusion, yet she clearly intended to stop. As expected of a first-rate expert, that resolve was not something a mere tonal shift could overcome.

"Th-This is different from what I thought...."

It was an unequivocal refusal. She was even bending her knees, preparing to get up from her position.

I decided to change my approach. First, I let go of her hand. Im Seo-ryeon had told me to stop, but she was still naked, still showing me her backside. If I merely bent my waist, I could see her nether region starkly exposed, and the oil was still plentiful.

I pushed her hand away. Since her strength had already drained, Im Seo-ryeon couldn't stop me from pushing it aside. And then, after spreading the oil on my hand, I reached below her lower back.

"Eung-heut!"

Like a mermaid princess statue at a tourist spot, Im Seo-ryeon, who had half-raised her waist, threw her chin up and trembled, frozen in that posture. From below her waist, I reached down to her buttocks, then kneaded persistently from her buttocks to her inner thighs.

"Eu-euk! Ah! Ah-eung! Heut...!"

The body that had tried to rise collapsed. Hugging a pillow, Im Seo-ryeon spasmed and poured out her pleasure.

"Eu-euk...! Ah! I-I told you to stop.... I said...!"

But she was wavering. Deep in her heart, alongside the desire to escape this pleasure, the urge to feel the pleasure beyond her heightened senses was surging. I ignored her protests and kept speaking.

"Do you truly want to stop? It'll feel even better, you know?"

"Heu-euk! Ah-euk! Ah...! Th-That's...!"

There was no way she could answer. If she had truly hardened her resolve, she would have already stormed out. But Im Seo-ryeon was hesitating now.

Persuading a woman who is hesitating is, as long as you can clearly show her what she stands to gain, easier than you'd think.

My finger grazed her nether region. As bare skin met bare skin, gliding smoothly against the slick oil, Im Seo-ryeon's legs stretched out ramrod straight.

"Eu-eu-eut!"

"I'll do something far better than this. Aren't you curious? How far you can go?"

"Ah, Th-That's! Ah! Ah-ang!"

Im Seo-ryeon raised her head to answer, but only gasped out moans. She clawed at the floor, bucked her hips, and thrashed about. But I had no intention of letting her climax that easily.

I intended to take this one step further.

"Ah-eut! Ah! Ah-ang! Ah-a-at!"

I heated her body so richly that she couldn't answer. Thanks to all her floundering, her body was coloring itself with a glossy sheen, as if oiling itself. Whenever the sunlight hit her body, a white light reflected, and she was growing slick with a fluid that could have been sweat or oil.

"Eu-at! Ah-eut! Ang! Ah-ang!"

Her nether region and thighs, which I had been rubbing relying on her arousal fluid, I now rubbed in a more blatant and rough manner.

"Heu-eung! Ah! Ah-a-euk!"

Every time, she would jerk her feet up, pound the bed with her fists, or gasp for breath, trying to vent her pleasure in other ways. And she would cry out like an animal, burying her face ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠in the pillow, or tousle her hair and heave out breaths.

"Hah-ah...! Ah! Ah-eu-euk...!"

But she didn't reach climax.

"Ah-eu...! Ah...! Ah-ah...!"

I was keeping her right at the threshold of climax, walking a precarious tightrope.

"Ah! Ah-euk! Eu-euk...!"

Over the fortnight since I'd first begun massaging her, everything about how Im Seo-ryeon behaved when she reached climax had remained in my head. How her back moved when she felt her peak, what her expression was like just before, the way she clawed at the bed, and how her voice changed.

Gathering the tiny details that even Im Seo-ryeon herself didn't notice, one by one, I pushed her to the absolute limit, then left her hanging again, repeating something close to torture.

"Heu-eu...! Ah-heu...! Ah!"

The memories of before must have been looping endlessly in her head. A pleasure incomparable to what she had felt then was now dominating Im Seo-ryeon's body.

And yet, even so, she could not reach that heightened peak.

"Ah-eu...! Ah!"

She just kept spilling strange sounds, her buttocks twitching as she floundered in search of climax. Her eyelids fluttered and her mouth gaped open. Her unfocused eyes and irregular, panting breaths told the story of her physical state.

I placed my hand on her buttocks.

Chalssak.

"I-euk...!"

At that light, crisp sound, her body responded involuntarily. Gradually moving my hand downward from her buttocks, I whispered in her ear.

"Do you still think you want to stop?"

"Hah-ah.. Hah-ah.... J-Just a little more.... Just a little more, and...."

Paused at the threshold of climax, she shook her head desperately and spoke to me. Her voice, parched with thirst, was slightly cracked, and though her eyes looked at me, her gaze was shaking.

Meanwhile, my hand slid between her outstretched thighs. I parted her legs with my fingers and drew circles right next to her nether region, as if painting with a brush.

"Eu-at...! Ah...! Ah-ah...!"

In rhythm with that action, Im Seo-ryeon shook her body and belted out moans.

"Even now, it feels this good."

Im Seo-ryeon gripped my wrist with a plaintive tone and protested. A nasal tone mixed in, making her voice lewd. The pride a martial arts expert should possess had long since vanished.

"Q-Quickly...!"

"If I were to actually insert a finger... how good would it feel?"

Im Seo-ryeon's body stiffened for a moment. Panting, she rolled her eyes and looked at me again.

"Th-That's...."

As expected of a martial arts expert. She possessed superhuman willpower, enough to actually deliberate even at this point.

"Wh-What I mean is...."

"This isn't a lewd act."

"B-But still...."

"Don't you want a massage that feels even better?"

"E-Even so...."

She seemed to waver, but she just wouldn't give in. If I kept dragging this out, it was obvious her rationality would return and she'd make the 'right' decision.

So I decided to respect her pride. I closed the lid of the oil bottle and took a step back, saying,

"If you're going to refuse, then I suppose it can't be...."

"W-Wait...!"

I glanced down at the wrist she had grabbed, then back at her face.

Breathing roughly, she spoke in a trembling voice.

"I-If it's just a finger...."