Chapter 165: It Twitched.
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 165: It Twitched.
Olivia had a question.
Why wouldn't he get an erection?
Was it because she wasn't attractive?
No.
The reflection of her body in the mirror was nothing short of dazzlingly beautiful.
Her skin was smooth and impeccably maintained.
Her physique was toned, without a single ounce of excess fat.
Her face was firm and wrinkle-free, with sharp, well-defined features.
Her blonde hair shimmered and sparkled as if embroidered with gold, and her blue eyes shone like deep lakes.
She was confident that she was more beautiful than any actress in Hollywood.
Sometimes, looking at her own naked body in the mirror was enough to make her feel aroused.
"Clarice."
"Yes, Mistress."
"How do I look to you?"
"You are beautiful."
Quick-witted as always, Clarice grasped the true intent behind Olivia’s question and answered immediately.
"Do you mean that sincerely?"
"Of course."
Clarice stepped closer and kissed Olivia’s body without hesitation.
"That’s enough. I can feel your sincerity."
Yes.
She knew it too.
She knew how beautiful she was.
So why?
Why hadn't that man...
Why hadn't his symbol of manhood stood tall at the sight of her?
He had said he didn't do it with women he didn't like.
He doesn't like me?
Me, who is this beautiful?
She had lived her entire life believing in her own beauty.
Her perfect appearance was her pride and her joy.
That was why her ego was even more bruised.
Of course, she liked that Jae-ho had his own principles, unlike other men, but that was a separate issue.
"He’s had an erection before."
Yes.
At that hotel.
The night the party ended.
Jae-ho had definitely gotten hard while looking at her.
If she weren't truly beautiful, he wouldn't have been able to get it up then either.
Which meant...
Is he suppressing it with his own will?
To avoid being seduced by her?
If that was the case...
It only makes me want to conquer him more.
Her desire for conquest—the same drive that had burned when she looked at countless other women—flared up. It was the first time in her life she felt this way toward a man.
You think I can't make it stand?
Olivia looked in the mirror and thought.
She thought of the best way to make Jae-ho get hard.
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Stripped down to my underwear, I looked up at Olivia, who was applying aroma oil to her breasts.
"What is this...?"
"It’s a special service I’ve prepared for you today."
"For me?"
"Of course. You’re always giving me massages like this, but I’ve never been able to do anything for you, have I?"
A competitive fire burned in Olivia’s eyes.
Her fair skin, slick with oil, reflected the light and shimmered.
Sparkle.
Her body, shining brighter than the Seoul nightscape filling the window, gradually drew closer to me.
"And while I'm at it, I thought I’d give the CEO’s 'equipment' a little stimulation."
Whoosh.
Olivia leaned her face close to my ear as I lay face down on the massage bed and blew a soft breath.
My ears grew sensitive at the touch of her breath tickling them. Her breathing sounded moist and heavy.
"Does it feel good?"
A drop of oil from Olivia’s body fell onto mine.
The oil, warmed by her body heat, acted as a signal the moment it touched my back.
Squelch.
"How is it?"
Olivia’s oil-slicked breasts drenched my back.
Her soft breasts started from my shoulder blades and smoothly swept down to my waist.
Because I couldn't see, the sensation of her breasts against my back felt even more vivid.
"Haah, haang... My breasts keep rubbing every time I move like this..."
Olivia let out a moan as she rubbed her chest back and forth over me.
It tickled my ears.
The scent of Olivia’s perfume and the aroma oil brushed against the tip of my nose.
Touch, sight, smell, and even hearing.
It was a massage that satisfied four of the five senses, excluding taste.
Perhaps thinking there wasn't enough oil, Olivia poured more aroma oil over her own body.
Drip.
The oil cascaded down her curves.
"Look at this. My body is so wet..."
Her breathing was ragged.
Was she getting turned on herself while massaging me?
Olivia’s voice was occasionally punctuated by high-pitched, breathy sounds.
Her breasts, still covered by her bikini, slowly rubbed against my back once more.
As if that wasn't enough, Olivia pressed her body even tighter against mine.
Her breasts pressed into my back, her firm abs brushed against my waist and buttocks, and her legs and crotch softly swept against my right thigh.
"Haah, haah... How does my body feel? It’s soft, isn't it?"
Olivia’s damp voice echoed in my ear.
"It... it’s soft."
I felt like I was going crazy.
Was it because she was soft?
Or because her voice was so sexy?
It was both.
Such a sexy woman was performing this kind of service for me, yet my privates were...
Twitch!
'Huh?'
Did it just twitch?
My privates, which usually didn't react to any stimulation after being squeezed to their limit, had definitely moved.
The little guy, who usually reverted to being a mere "piss-spouting tool" after finishing his duty as a cock, had reacted just a tiny bit.
"What’s wrong?"
"Oh, it’s nothing."
It definitely reacted just now, right?
It definitely twitched.
Blood was rushing down, and I felt a response in my crotch.
Could it be?
"You’re the only person I’ve ever provided this kind of service to."
Olivia, who was twisting her body over mine like a serpent, said as she lightly bit my earlobe.
Every time her oil-slicked body moved up and down, my entire frame shuddered from the pleasure radiating from my back.
"You must like it. You’re trembling quite a bit."
"How could I not?"
At those words, Olivia smiled as if satisfied.
And every time she did, my body reacted a little more.
Of course, unlike before, it wasn't a full-blown erection.
It was just...
A slight, rhythmic twitching that only I could feel.
From outside my underwear, the change in size probably wasn't even noticeable yet.
"I think that’s enough for the back massage."
In truth, it was a far cry from a muscle massage.
Her massage wasn't meant to promote muscular vitality, but vitality of a different kind.
After wiping the aroma oil off with a towel, Olivia tapped my back.
"Now, roll over. I’ll do the rest."
"Alright."
I rolled over onto my back.
As I did, Olivia’s eyes flickered toward my crotch.
She seemed slightly disappointed that there was no visible change.
"Phew, then I’ll finish the massage."
Was she angry that it still wasn't standing?
She wiped her hands and tied her hair back.
"You’d better be prepared."
She bit her lip as if making a firm resolution.
Olivia, who had been staring down at me, didn't pour the aroma oil on her chest this time.
Glug.
She poured a generous amount directly onto her crotch.
"I’m going to give you a proper massage now. Look forward to it."
With that, she climbed on top of my stomach.
She pushed her hips forward smoothly.
Then, her oil-soaked bikini bottoms and the bare skin of her lower body softly drenched my abdomen.
The unique slipperiness of the oil, the softness of her skin, and even the texture of the bikini fabric...
I felt it all vividly against my stomach.
Throb.
I felt it.
The eruption of my desire, wanting to surge forth right this second.
My lower half, which I thought would remain dormant, was beginning to writhe bit by bit.
Olivia’s endless challenge, her fighting spirit, and her passion had begun to wake my sleeping cock’s stamina.
Of course, Olivia, who was busy rubbing her crotch against my stomach, didn't seem to notice yet.
"Mmm... Hng..."
Every time her lower body brushed against my hard abs, Olivia let out a heavy moan.
It wasn't a sound of exhaustion, but a sound of deep, thick pleasure.
Was she starting to feel it too?
Olivia exhaled sharply.
"Hnghh!"
Her breathing grew increasingly ragged.
"How is it? Do you feel it getting bigger now?"
Olivia asked as she sweated over me, massaging me with her pussy.
I couldn't easily say no to her question about it getting bigger.
Though Olivia couldn't see it, my lower half was indeed growing in size every time she moved her hips.
It was thumping beneath my underwear.
My privates were aggressively asserting their presence.
Seeing my face turn bright red, Olivia flashed a mysterious smile.
"Fufu, do you like it that much? The face of the man who was holding out like a stone Buddha is finally changing."
With a triumphant smirk, she slowly leaned down and pressed her body against mine.
Her breasts were crushed against my chest.
"How is it? Soft, right? The women I’ve targeted always tell me... that my breasts are truly beautiful."
She then grabbed my wrists and guided them toward her chest.
"I’ll allow it just for today. You can touch them. I’ve never allowed a man to touch these... but I’ll allow you."
The breasts I reached out and touched...
They were elastic, yet incredibly soft.
The moment I touched them, my heart began to race.
It pounded uncontrollably.
Thump. Thump.
My breath grew heavy like a racehorse that had just finished a sprint, and my heart hammered against my ribs.
Blood surged through my veins, and strength began to flood into my lower half, which usually stayed quiet at this hour.
Every drop of passion and desire, wrung out like water from a dry rag, gathered in one place.
My privates, which had been twitching under my underwear, suddenly surged in size.
A hard, imposing...
A massive cock throbbed violently beneath the fabric.
"Haa, haa..."
I felt like I was going to lose my mind.
It wasn't just because I touched her breasts once.
This erection was the culmination of all the foreplay and effort Olivia had put in until now.
The moment my hands caressed her soft breasts and my eyes met her seductive gaze...
My dormant cock rose up with explosive force.
Olivia, seemingly unaware of the full extent, was still burning with competitive spirit.
"Let’s see how much longer you can hold out."
She pressed her lips against my neck.
Mwah. Mwah. Mwah.
Her lips started at my neck and gradually moved downward.
Just as she began to tease my shoulders and collarbone with her lips...
Olivia naturally lowered her hips to make the positioning easier.
And the moment her oil-slicked buttocks touched my rock-hard cock throbbing beneath my underwear...
"Oh?"
Olivia, who had been busy kissing me, snapped her head up.
She looked down at my crotch in shock.
Her eyes widened as she saw my cock, twitching as if it were about to tear through the fabric.
After a brief moment of being stunned by its imposing size, a victorious smile bloomed on her face.
"I won. Fufu."
She smiled with immense satisfaction.
However, I saw it.
The slight tremor in her pupils.
The hint of bewilderment hidden behind her triumphant smile, as if she hadn't expected it to be this big.
She had succeeded in making it stand, but now she seemed to be hesitating, wondering what to do next.
I grabbed the wrists of the wide-eyed, startled Olivia.
"You’re not planning on leaving after making me like this, are you?"
I certainly wasn't going to let that happen.