(H) An Adult's Massage (1)
Afterward, Erin continued moving her body using the various exercise equipment Eunhyeon provided her.
For a frail girl who had never exercised before, it was practically murderous in intensity.
But Eunhyeon pushed her body nearly to the breaking point.
"Ah... feels good..."
Perhaps because the first day of training—spent doing nothing but the exercises he ordered—had been so grueling, a languid drowsiness washed over her the moment she surrendered to the bed's soft embrace after bathing.
"This is straight-up cheating."
To think that just slightly lifting the brass handle would make clean, hot water gush out endlessly.
Erin, who had never experienced such luxury, still couldn't forget the sensation of sinking into the tub filled with warm water.
Knock knock.
"I'm coming in."
Erin scowled at the voice of the one man she least wanted to hear right now. Without lifting her body, she merely turned her head to glare at Eunhyeon.
"What. Again."
"You can't sleep right away. I'll make dinner, so eat it and let it digest first."
"No thanks..."
"I said you can't sleep right away."
Eunhyeon climbed onto the bed and straddled her waist.
"Wait, what the hell are you—"
Erin, who had been lying face-down with her cheek buried in the sheets, jolted in surprise at his action and tried to sit up. But Eunhyeon grabbed her shoulders, pinning her down.
"L-let go! What the fuck do you think you're—"
Realizing she was completely pinned under him, she yelled in panic. But Eunhyeon ignored her completely.
A ominous premonition crept over Erin at his sudden behavior, sending chills down her spine.
"D-don't..."
Her voice grew weaker by the moment.
What was about to happen to her now?
For a split second, she recalled her father Lenion's lust-filled gaze.
Were all men the same after all?
She had thought Eunhyeon was different—at least he was.
She had believed she could trust him, that he would save her. But in the end, was he just like Lenion and all the other scum?
"Please don't... Father, no—"
Erin squeezed her eyes shut and pleaded with the man crushing and dominating her, but Eunhyeon gave no response.
Soon, his hands began gently stroking her back.
Just as she realized it was too late and tears of betrayal welled up—
Eunhyeon pressed his thumb firmly into a spot on her back.
"Hauk!"
Erin cried out, her body arching involuntarily.
"Someone who's never exercised, pushed this hard, will get sore muscles tomorrow. So you have to loosen up these overworked ones."
"Ah... ahuk!"
Realizing her mistake upon hearing his words, Erin's face flushed with inexpressible shame. Her emotions surged, and her body tried to resist fiercely.
"Stay still."
"Hah... mmph!"
Understanding he had no intention of letting go, she clamped both hands over her mouth to stifle the moans escaping her lips.
"Eung! Eugh!"
Every time Eunhyeon's hands pressed into her back, delightful groans slipped out as she squeezed her eyes shut.
After focusing on her back, his hands moved to her shoulders, then to the arms covering her mouth.
"It hurts..."
"Hm?"
"It hurts! If you're gonna do it, go easy! Aak!"
Eunhyeon ignored her agonized scream.
By the time the massage ended, Erin lay there panting, her mind hazy.
"Haa, haa..."
"I'll call you for dinner later, so come out."
"Yeah..."
Eunhyeon left her room and headed to prepare dinner.
"Hm?"
Illyana was already in the living room, waiting for him.
"Why are you staring like that?"
"No reason?"
"That's not 'no reason.' Why do you look so pissed off?"
"What the hell did you do to that kid? I heard her moaning all the way here. You didn't... touch her or anything, right?"
"With you around? What do you take me for? You think I'd do something like that to a kid who isn't even an adult yet?"
Illyana nodded, conceding the point.
"I just massaged her knotted muscles. If I left her like that, she might die in the morning."
"Massage?"
"Yeah."
"..."
Having heard the girl's moan-mingled screams through the door, Illyana naturally imagined what it must have been.
"Can you do me too?"
"Hm?"
At Illyana's sudden suggestion, Eunhyeon glanced at the clock.
"After dinner, before bed."
"Got it."
"Lie down on the bed then."
"Okay."
Illyana nodded and lay on her stomach atop the bed, back exposed.
She wasn't in her usual clothes but a sheer white negligee that revealed her skin beneath—indescribably erotic.
Eunhyeon couldn't help but get hard in his pants at the sight of her massive breasts squished against the mattress, but tonight's purpose wasn't sex.
He naturally lifted her arms, slipping off the provocative negligee. Now in just panties, she lay bare-backed before him.
As his palm glided over her pristine, flawless skin, Illyana giggled as if tickled.
"So pretty."
He murmured it, but under the magical ceiling lamp, her skin seemed less "pretty" and more "radiant."
Jade-like skin—the term must have been coined for flesh like this.
Her smooth skin, unthinkable during the chaos of the Great War they endured together, gleamed like a jewel.
From her nape to her waist, the beautiful curve of bare skin held his gaze unwittingly.
"You gonna do it or not?"
"Your skin's so beautiful, I was just admiring it."
"That kind of talk doesn't suit you at all. Never thought you'd compliment me like that."
"Don't like it?"
"No, I love it."
It felt cringey and embarrassing, but how could she not be pleased by her lover praising her body?
"Alright, starting now."
Eunhyeon reached out, touching her bare skin.
Despite her lazy personality and indifference to her appearance—no effort spent on skincare—Illyana's skin was exquisitely delicate and smooth to the touch.
"Mm..."
Illyana let out a soft moan, savoring his touch.
"This area's knotted. Around your waist, down the side."
"Ah... yeah, now that you mention it. How'd you know?"
"The body always honestly signals its state. You can tell just by touch."
The human mouth can lie effortlessly after passing through the mind, but the body never deceives.
It cries out in pain where it hurts, and when fatigue builds, it screams for rest by drooping the eyelids.
"You're right-handed, so when working on documents with a pen, your body tilts right."
"Hmm, not sure. Never paid attention."
"People who sit at desks a lot often get cramps here. Tilting toward your pen hand throws off your waist's balance, stressing one side."
The habitual rightward lean tenses muscles from the lats to the lower back.
"And when you cross your legs, the right one's on top, huh? Your pelvis is starting to twist—must be from sitting at your desk with legs crossed unconsciously a lot lately."
"What... you can tell my body's condition just from touching? That's creepy."
"Start working on your posture from tomorrow. I'll correct it for you."
Eunhyeon offered gentle advice as his massaging hands never stopped.
"Eung... haaa... H-Hyun."
"Yeah?"
"Are you... just gonna keep touching my skin like this?"
Each stroke of his palm sent strange sensations building inside her, drawing out little moans.
"Until all the tension's gone."
"Mm... haaa... haa... haaa..."
Calmly, slowly—pressing and rubbing, sliding his palm over her smooth skin, letting the friction heat seep in.
Through the skin, deeper to the fat layer around her waist, then to the muscles, warming her inner organs gently from within.
"Haaa... my waist is heating up... eung..."
Eunhyeon kept rubbing her waist steadily, listening to her moans.
"Haa... ahh... so good..."
Heat bloomed from her waist, warming her body. Unconsciously, she shifted her legs, rubbing her thighs together.
"Haa... ah... fuu... haaa..."
Her panting moans, clearly expressing pleasure, began to grow disordered.
Eunhyeon massaged on, building a subtle impatience in her.
"Hyun, a little harder... eung... can't you go a bit stronger?"
He wanted to oblige with a willing "gladly," but he held back.
Rubbing the hard knots without ever giving the intense pressure she craved.
His fingers traced small circles on the skin's surface.
Like painting on a canvas of flesh, spreading the "paint" of friction heat across it, rubbing to let the massage warmth sink deeper inside.
"Heuung... haat, haat... haaa... so hot..."
His persistent, sticky motions drove the heat ever deeper.
Not granting instant satisfaction, but piling up and heightening the teasing anticipation.
"Haaat... Hyun, that's enough. My body's all loose now. Go harder already..."
As impatience took hold, Illyana demanded more intensity.
Just as he intended—her arousal was building perfectly.
The rising heat spread through her body, becoming unbearable. Unlike at the start, her posture on the bed had unraveled completely.
Her muscles had fully relaxed.
"Eeung... ha... ah. Hwaa... aaah..."
Careful not to give strong stimulation, he teased her body further into impatience.
"Hyun, please... euheut!"
With her guarding muscles melted away like butter, defenses crumbling, his acupressure began. She screamed as he pressed his thumb into a vital point, leaning his weight in.
"Hwaaaa... ah, what... is this... ah, ahut!"
"Feel good?"
"Y-yeah... feels good... ah, ah! My body's tingling all over..."
The instant he hit the pressure point, her upper body twitched upward in a small spasm, convulsing as she moaned.
"This isn't the basic massage I gave Erin. You couldn't use this on a kid."
"Th-then?"
"If I had to call it... an adult's massage?"
Eunhyeon chuckled softly, leaning down to whisper in her ear.
"Want me to start the real thing now?"