Chapter 33
Chapter 33
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 33
Chapter Title: [Secret Clinic] Irresistible Touch (2)
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Her ass.
That massive mound hidden beneath the undergarment and the voluminous hanbok skirt.
It looked impressive even from the outside, but running my hand over it revealed an overwhelming presence beyond imagination.
'From here on, real technique is needed.'
I touched the woman's buttocks.
Even covered by fabric, the buttocks are a sensitive area.
Roughly kneading them with my palms would get me labeled a pervert in an instant, but at the same time, it's the surest way to conquer her.
What was needed here?
A medical approach.
I raised my elbow.
Kneading with the palm was too blatant.
Instead, pressing down firmly with the sharp, hard elbow made it feel like proper treatment.
This was another of Master Heoseol's secret techniques.
The target: the Sacral Hiatus point.
The indented spot known as the dimples of the buttocks.
"The chill in your lower body and the back pain are all because this spot is blocked."
"Th-there! You can't touch there! That's my ass!"
As my hand moved toward her pelvis—even though it was just my elbow—she twisted away in panic.
Her resistance was fierce, as expected.
"The buttock muscles support the spine. If the roots are rotten, fixing just the stem won't help, will it?"
"But...!"
"Miss, trust me. One good press will do it."
Without waiting for a reply, I leaned my weight in and firmly pressed my elbow down.
Poke!
"Kyaaaaack!!"
A scream erupted, and her upper body jerked up before flopping back down.
Pressing the Sacral Hiatus properly sends a sharp, electric pain shooting through like a current.
It must have tingled all the way to the tips of her toes.
"Y-you bastard! How dare you...!"
"Stay still! Your nerves are opening up!"
I kept pressing with my elbow to hold her in place and continued working.
Stopping now would ruin everything.
Since I'd ambiguously groped her ass, she'd drag me to the authorities.
Then the Joseon-era cops—the podol—would come swarming.
This was the make-or-break point.
Using my elbow as a pivot, I circled and kneaded, loosening the entire buttock muscle.
The pressure pierced through the fabric, skirt, and undergarments.
The thick layers of fat and muscle in her rear mashed beneath my elbow.
A soft yet springy texture.
Though blocked by skirt and silk, that hefty sensation transmitted fully.
'Driving me crazy.'
My fully aroused cock throbbed wildly inside my pants.
But I held back.
Getting carried away now would be like sprinkling ashes on a finished meal.
Besides, with my dick, it wouldn't even fit anyway.
"Eung... it hurts... hurts so much... but..."
She mumbled into the pillow, face buried.
"Hnggg...!"
What started as cries of pain gradually turned into strange moans.
Stimulating the Sacral Hiatus isn't just about pain.
It's where nerves from the lower body converge, closely linked to erogenous zones.
The relaxation following the pain is like a drug.
"Feeling refreshed?"
"Ung... weird... tingly..."
She subtly lifted her hips.
A silent signal begging for more pressure.
Now, sensation overrode any shame.
I increased the pressure slightly.
Lifting my elbow, I gripped her entire ass with my palms this time.
Large handfuls of buttock flesh bulging under the plain cloth.
'No need for the elbow anymore.'
I openly kneaded the massive ass.
"This spot's knotted, that one's knotted too. Like a damn rock."
"Haang! D-don't pinch there...!"
"Drawing out the toxins."
My fingers dug deep into the buttock flesh and squeezed.
Like kneading dough.
Sometimes slapping lightly.
The woman's impossibly soft ass rippled under my touch.
Occasionally nudging the silk aside to feel bare skin.
Truly melt-in-your-mouth soft.
How could a woman's body be this soft?
It felt so good, I could die happily just groping this forever.
Massage is the best.
Master Heoseol is the best.
Into the Comics is the best.
"Heek, hng...! Haaa..."
She let out endless aroused moans, her face flushed with shame, but her body couldn't refuse my touch—instead, she subtly raised her ass, pressing it closer to my hands.
'Got her.'
She was now tamed by my touch.
To think I could fondle such a beauty at will.
My respect for Master swelled enormously.
Slowly lifting my hands from her ass, I gripped the back of her thighs.
The hamstrings—the largest muscles in the leg.
"Now moving to the legs."
I roughly gripped and twisted her thick thighs.
The solid heft felt through the skirt was impressive.
So this is what they call thunder thighs.
"Hngt, ht, hnggg...!"
"These need loosening too. Very knotted."
I babbled nonsense while freely groping the plump thighs.
By now, she couldn't tell truth from lies.
I'd proven my expertise enough.
And it felt good, too.
Just like with her ass, I occasionally pressed and pinched the bare skin beneath the fabric.
"Ht!"
Far from protesting, she just moaned in pleasure.
This went on for a while.
'Time to wrap up the back side.'
I moved to her calves, squeezing like bursting eggs, then finally hammered my fist into the center of her sole—the Yongquan point.
Thud!
"Ht!"
Her body jolted sharply.
Blood surging through her entire body.
Electricity tingling to her toes.
With that, the back conquest was complete.
Relaxing her tension, erasing resistance, making her surrender to my touch.
Master Heoseol's Massage Fundamentals, Chapter 1.
Perfectly executed.
I stood, pretending to wipe sweat, and gauged her reaction.
The woman sprawled on the silk quilt, breathing raggedly.
Panting heavily, her dazed eyes stared into space, disheveled hair matted with sweat and clinging to her cheeks. Her sweat-soaked undergarment stuck to her back, translucent enough to reveal her skin beneath.
Anyone seeing her would think she'd just finished intense lovemaking.
"Haa... haa..."
"Feeling a bit better?"
At my question, she slowly turned her head.
The initial venomous glare was gone, replaced by a hazy, languid gaze.
Her cheeks were rosy, exuding a subtle eroticism.
"You..."
Her lips moved.
"Not bad."
"You're too kind."
"My body... feels like it's melting. Never felt like this before."
She propped herself up on her elbows but collapsed again, lacking strength.
Satisfactory response.
This should net me one [Hand of God] count for sure.
But I had no intention of stopping here.
This was just the appetizer.
The front still awaited.
"Not done yet, miss."
"What?"
"Just the back isn't enough. Now lie on your back, facing up. To complete the qi circulation, we need to open the front."
"...Ah, the front...?"
She panicked, covering her chest.
A woman lying face-up before a man—especially a lowly servant—was unthinkable.
"Didn't I say full-body treatment? Back only would make it lopsided."
"B-but... the front..."
She hesitated.
The back was one thing, but the front was too vulnerable.
Breasts and her most private area exposed.
"If you're too shy to show your body to a doctor, we can stop. But if the qi flow halts midway, your body will swell and ache more. Back circulating freely while the front stays blocked—what do you think happens?"
She glanced down at her body.
Indeed, her back and ass felt refreshingly light, but the front still felt heavy and stuffy.
Above all, instinct craved more of that intense stimulation, overriding reason.
"Th-then..."
"Oh, and for the front, you'll need to remove the undergarment and skirt."
"W-what?"
"Your qi blockage is mostly frontal. Back was fine through fabric, but front needs direct skin contact."
Pure bullshit.
I just wanted to see and grope her tits.
But I was certain.
She wouldn't refuse now.
"W-well... then... cover with cloth... right?"
She asked in a tiny voice.
Her earlier experience convinced her cloth made it okay.
Even if it meant baring her chest before me.
"Of course. Patient comfort is key to good treatment."
"...Fine."
"Now, remove the undergarment and skirt, and turn over."
Not a command, but an irresistible invitation.
Her fingertips tugged the jacket knot, and with a soft rustle, the thin undergarment slipped down from her shoulders.
'Holy shit.'
Liberated from the fabric, her pale breasts defied gravity, jiggling heavily in their luscious form.
"Eung..."
She hesitated at her skirt.
Finally untying the strings, layers of silk cascaded emptily away.
Trembling with shame, she nonetheless turned over in just her underdrawers.
Swish.
Her breasts rose against gravity in perfect curves.
Even lying down, they stood firm.
Her excited, hardened nipples poked prominently, asserting themselves.
As if begging to be touched.
Each ragged breath made them bounce, stealing my gaze, down to the spread of her undergarment revealing thigh lines and the faint outline of her pussy peeking between slightly parted thighs.
'Insane.'
Her back was great, but the front was devastating.
To touch this with my own hands.
Grateful to be born.
Mana sense revealed knotted qi points across her body.
Especially her lower abdomen and chest, thick with red fury and cold stagnation.
Mixed with a hint of suppressed desire.
'Gonna loosen her up properly.'
I steeled myself.
Swallowing hard, I draped the plain cloth over her body again.
Her contours showed faintly beneath the white fabric.
Covered, it was even more tantalizing.
I moved to her feet.
Face-to-face from the front, starting farthest away.
Another of Master Heoseol's teachings.
'Front doubles the shame. Start with the least shameful feet. Break down defenses touching feet, slowly ascend. Boil the frog gradually, heating slowly.'
"Relax your legs. Starting from the feet."
Slipping my hand under the cloth, I grasped her ankle.
Small, white foot.
Not direct contact through the cloth, but she felt every touch vividly.
"Hngt!"
Just the ankle, and she whimpered.
Her whole body hypersensitive like erogenous zones.
I massaged each toe meticulously, slowly parting her legs.
"Ankles are stiff. Walked a lot?"
"N-no... not really..."
"No lying. The body doesn't lie."
Twisting her ankle, my gaze fixed on her inner thighs, that deep center.
To reach there, keep treating, keep relaxing her.
She's tolerating brief touches now because it feels good.
To openly probe her pussy or grope her breasts, current state wasn't enough.