A Wing Massage from the Sidekick (3)
She had given him her body.
The weight of that was no small thing.
He had his doubts, of course, that a person could change this much in a single day, but he had no room left to dwell on them.
I ought to be grateful we even got this far with her body.
There was a saying that too much was as bad as too little. Push too hard, try to seize everything at once, and you only ended up toppling under your own weight. For now, all he could do was take satisfaction in what he had already won and move on to the next step, one careful pace at a time.
"Then I'll begin."
"Y-yes..."
Yuyeong answered in a voice that had grown noticeably softer.
Best to start with her ass, her thighs, and her groin.
Working her back and the like wouldn't be bad, but if he wanted to be certain, he had to press forward. This was the first time he had ever touched a woman's body. More precisely, the first time he had ever touched one bare. His hands weren't entirely steady, but if he meant to live, he had to do it.
In the end, Arang's hand came down on her ass.
If he had to put into words what it felt like, the first time he touched a woman's ass...
Soft enough to drive a man insane.
It really was soft. Softer, he thought, than a rice cake fresh off the steamer. And skin so white there wasn't a single blemish on it. That only drew him to her all the harder.
"Hnngh..."
The moment he started kneading her ass, the reaction came. She had buried her face in the massage bed and was trying to act as if nothing were happening, but the voice that slipped out of her was the kind of thing she simply could not hold back.
Even so, Arang did not crank his trait's output to the maximum just because she had reacted. He went on kneading and stroking her ass at an ordinary level of power.
"Haa... haah..."
The more insistently he massaged her, the rougher her breathing grew. After working the flesh of her ass for a good long while, he suddenly shifted his aim past it, down to her thighs and her groin.
"Hyaah...!"
Yuyeong flinched in surprise. No—calling it a full-body shiver, like a pager set to vibrate, might have been closer to the truth. Whatever the word, it was easy enough to tell she was feeling pleasure.
Riding that momentum, Arang kept the massage going. He worked her with agonizing precision, close enough that his hands nearly brushed the secret place between her thighs and yet never quite did, drawing the ache out of her.
"Hehh... heeh..."
She answered with little sounds a puppy might make, trembling as if she might die of how good it felt.
Maybe I should ask her now.
Deciding the moment was about right, Arang spoke to the thoroughly dazed Yuyeong.
"Miss Yuyeong."
"Y-yes...?"
She answered in a voice that sounded as if her tongue had come a little loose.
"Is there anywhere you'd like me to focus the massage? Going in without a direction is a bit daunting."
"Ah, that's..."
She clearly hadn't expected the question. At his words she stuttered like a video caught buffering, then spoke with her face still buried.
"A little higher than where you were just kneading..."
"I'm afraid I can't quite hear you."
"...Th-there. A little higher than where you were just kneading. Please massage there too..."
He had heard her the first time. He only pretended he hadn't, making her say it twice, so he could tease her a little longer and feed her shame. Training was not only a matter of the body. The mind had to be trained along with it.
...Or so a friend obsessed with training smut had once told him.
"Understood. I'll do my very best."
He had even drawn a complete permission out of her. She might not realize it herself—that her pussy sat directly above the groin he had been kneading a moment ago. She had probably only thought, simply, that it would be nice if his hands came a little higher. But that very simplicity was an opening for Arang.
"Then I'll begin again."
Permission in hand, Arang set his hands moving at once. The hand that had been working her groin climbed a little higher...
Squelch♡
One finger landed squarely on her pussy.
"Hkk...!"
Her reaction was fiercer than before. She shifted, her hips giving a faint, helpless twitch. She tried to hide it by squirming, but to Arang's eyes it was perfectly clear.
And this one touch was not the end of his assault.
Poke.
Poke, poke, poke...
Press.
While he kneaded her groin in earnest, his finger stabbed and scraped at her pussy, one stroke at a time, feeding her stimulation.
"Hii...!"
"Hnngh..."
"Huuung...!"
Each time, Yuyeong's hips jumped and a moan spilled out of her. It was a lewd sight unworthy of the name angel, and she was enduring with everything she had, trying not to come. But you cannot lie to a bodily reflex. Sticky slick began to coat the finger pressing into her pussy, and the more he poked her, the thicker the fluid Yuyeong leaked became.
"Hnnn... A-Arang..."
In the middle of playing with her, Yuyeong called his name with difficulty.
"Yes. What is it?"
"Um... would it be all right if I asked you to massage a little harder...?"
She asked while unconsciously swaying her ass from side to side. Already, just from that, the look of a female beaten by pleasure was beginning to show.
"I can do that as much as you like... but will you be able to endure it?"
"E-endure? What do you..."
"If I massage any harder than this, the stimulation could get much worse."
Arang put special weight on the part about the stimulation growing stronger. Put that way, her attention would snag on the words stronger stimulation. She was already feeling good enough. She would be imagining how much better it might feel if it got even better than this.
And that's the gap I slip through.
A man had to use his head. If overwhelming pleasure or violence solved everything, the world would have been unified long ago.
"A... bigger... stimulation."
"Well? Do you still want it?"
"...Yes."
She didn't even pause to think. After a heartbeat of silence, she made her decision.
"Understood."
It looked for all the world as if she were begging him herself to show her a greater stimulation, but Yuyeong was clearly rationalizing it in her own head. Arang took his hand off her groin at once, slid a finger into her pussy, and began slowly scraping along the inner walls, mapping the structure inside.
"Hyaaak...?!"
The instant his finger went in and the stimulation reached her walls, Yuyeong let out a thin moan and lifted her head.
"W-wait, Mr. Arang, this isn't—"
Slick, slick, slick!
"Hyaaaah...!"
Before she could finish, Arang worked his finger faster and harder.
I've got a rough read on her weak points... now I just hammer the spots I've found.
The thought finished in an instant, and he moved his finger with even more fervor.
"Hnngh, w-wait, just a— Arang...!"
Even in the moments when her tongue started to come undone, she still called his name.
I'm getting a bit of a reaction.
The fact that a woman this beautiful was putting his name in her mouth even while her pussy was being fingered. Honestly, any man of any taste who didn't react at least a little in a situation like this would be the strange one. Of course, Arang didn't much care for this method of training, which was why his reaction was only slight. Had he been an ordinary man, his lower half would have been swollen fit to burst long ago.
Hoo... hold it. The goal is training and conquest. Nothing else.
This was a moment when he had to make subduing her his first priority and focus.
Slick, slick, slick, slick, slick!!!
He began scraping the weak points inside her pussy all at once, more violently than before.
Spurt... squelch...
The amount of slick flowing out of her started to increase.
"Hnnnngh... Hii, hyaaah...!"
The head she had snapped up buried itself in the massage bed again, hiding her face. At first she had lifted it in shock. Was this wordless resistance—a protest that she didn't want him seeing her face once it had come completely undone? It was a shame he couldn't see it, but he didn't stop his hands. He worked them without mercy.
And then, the moment her inner walls clenched down to their limit—
Slick, slick, slick, slick, slick, slick!!!
He scraped all three weak points he had marked inside her pussy at the same time. Until now he had taken them one by one. This time, the motion of his hand carried a vow to drive her to climax in a single stroke.
"Hoooooh♡♡"
Yuyeong's hips bucked hard once, and with his finger clamped tight inside her, she reached her peak.
Splaaaaash!!!
The slick shot out at a pressure that didn't even compare to before, gushing like a fountain.
"Hnngh♡ Hyaaah...♡"
Even right after climax, Yuyeong couldn't gather herself. She shivered all over, her hips still twitching in little jumps.
Squelch...
When he finally pulled his hand free of the pussy that had bitten down and refused to let go, it was already soaked, sticky and slick with her fluids.
So that was the first climax...
Arang went around to Yuyeong's face—she still hadn't come down from the afterglow—and carefully lifted her head. What waited there was the face of a beautiful woman, eyes rolled back, still riding the aftermath of her orgasm. She had clearly come hard enough to roll her eyes and wear an ugly expression, and yet she still struck him as nothing but beautiful.
Figures. If you're beautiful, any face you make is pretty.
Damn this obsession with looks.
Careful not to wake her, he set her face back the way it had been, wiped his hands with a towel, and looked her over once.
Washing her properly is out of the question... I'll just tidy her up and leave her.
With that thought, Arang neatly cleaned away every drop of the slick and sweat she had spilled.
"Hoo. I made her climax today, so the results are even better."
At this rate, he might be able to bring her down sooner than he had thought.
Smack!
Splaaaaash!
"Ah."
In his good mood, he slapped Yuyeong's ass with his palm before he knew what he was doing. And just like a water dispenser, her pussy squirted all over again.
"......"
In the end, he had no choice but to wipe the fluids up all over again before he could leave.