The Hand of God

Even after stretching lunch into a full hour, I came back to find Do-hyang still hadn't returned to her shop. It probably hadn't been just a meal... maybe she'd gone shopping on the way.

I climbed up onto a rock and let the cool sea wind wash over me, killing time in a vacant daze until the shop's absentee owner came home. Every so often the sun punched through the clouds, hot and sharp, but not enough to really bother me.

Still. If it were Do-hyang, she'd have said something.About my skin burning, I mean.

Our past flickered through my mind. From the first time we met to the moment she became my wife.

Over ten years ago now, huh. Time really does fly.

And what a generous bastard he'd been, too. Said he couldn't just let a departing disciple walk off empty-handed, and threw in a fortune of over a hundred billion won to go with it.

A car engine pulled my head around. A woman stepped out of a car I'd never seen before.

Chin-length bob, permed in toward her face and out away from it — a pretty radical look. The kind of cut most young women couldn't pull off. But a small face, baby-faced features, and a thick head of hair made it work. And over all of that sat her own peculiar allure, finishing the look into something that would send most models packing.

Huh. A boyfriend?

She was talking to the man who'd gotten out of the driver's seat. Judging by the smiles, not a lover. Something in the talking-stage neighborhood, maybe. Then she spotted me midway through and, reading the room, started sending him on his way.

But a man doesn't just leave because he's told to. Until a guy's gotten what he wants, being cool about it isn't even in his vocabulary. Hell, wasn't I the same?

Figuring she'd come over on her own once she was done talking, I sat back down on the rock and watched the waves smash themselves to pieces. Water rushed into the cracks between the stones, filled them to the brim, then pulled back just as fast and left the rock floor bare again.

There were two things I owed Do-hyang.

One: she had all but built the way I look now. Without her help, the man I am today simply wouldn't exist. From my hairstyle down to every last corner of my body, there wasn't a single place her thinking hadn't touched. Even these abs I'd been showing off lately were the product of her enthusiastic input.

And the other...

"Back early this time?"

At that voice — a little husky for a woman, and all the more attractive for it — I tipped my head back. Whether it was the haircut or something else, a faintly boyish charm poured off the woman looking down at me. Of course, that was just the shadow falling across her face. Look closer and the things that could shake a man's heart were overflowing from every angle.

"Have you been waiting long?"

"Nah. Not long."

She set a hand on my face. Then her expression crumpled, and she pinched and tugged at my cheeks with the stern look of a teacher scolding a student who just would not listen.

"Not long, my ass! Your skin's already starting to burn!!"

She grabbed my arm and told me to get up already. Not that a body my size was going to ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠move just because she pulled. Even so, I let myself come up as if gravity had given up and her arm were drawing me with it, and I followed quietly after her as she walked ahead, our hands locked tight.

"Lie still. I'm going to give you a massage."

I lay still and looked up at the ceiling. Plants packed every available surface.

What a strange woman. She loved plants this much, and yet the way she put herself together could put most city girls to shame. Who would look at her and think perfume hobbyist and plant enthusiast? She had the kind of style that belonged in a broadcasting station, not here.

I turned my head. The woman who had promised me a massage was in the middle of mixing a handmade pack.

Damn. Seeing her again after so long... I'm seriously hard.

An ass so full it looked ready to burst. What was a woman with style like that doing, getting ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠older and keeping a body like that on top of it? Every time she moved, those two jutting cheeks twitched left and right, tossing me a greeting after so long apart. The fact that my cock stiffened in response was the most natural thing in the world.

The pack must have been finished. She turned and came toward me, saw the tent over my lower belly, and smiled — small and knowing.

"Still the same, huh? My little guy."

She was two years older than me at most, and she still treated me like a kid. Probably because I'd stood there slack-jawed the day we first met. I didn't complain. She had guided my life every bit as much as my master had. That much was only right.

"Just wait a bit. I'll do the top first, then I'll take care of you too♥"

A cool sensation swept across my skin. A strange herbal scent touched the tip of my nose — the kind of feeling that cleared your head all the way through. Her hands weren't teasing. They were delicate and utterly unhesitating, and a smile found my mouth on its own.

It had been a while. A massage like this...

Do-hyang's massages were in a class of their own. She had what we called the hand of God. Wherever she touched — face, or somewhere that mattered a lot more — the moment her fingers landed, your peripheral nerves lit up with a crackling rush. Like every last cell was waking from sleep and throwing its head back to cheer. That was about right.

My master and I used to call her that: heaven-sent hands. The hand of God. Before he met me, he'd called them heaven-sent hands, and the reason was simple enough. Apparently Do-hyang had reminded him of someone from Kim Jin-myung's assassin novel.

The old man was something else, in his own way. A guy who'd spent his whole life running game on women, and somehow he'd still found the time to read books like that...

Before I knew it the massage was over. Do-hyang stood, washed her hands, and came back. Then she started undoing my waistband, piece by piece. And out it sprang — that enormous, ugly thing of mine.

"Still the same, my baby♥"

She took hold of me and moved it this way and that, checking its condition. Nngh. She'd barely squeezed and already it felt different. Was this what it would feel like to jerk off on nothing but electrical current?

She examined me thoroughly, then smiled, bright and small.

"You've been putting it to work, haven't you? It's a little darker and nastier than last time."

"You're ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠not jealous, are you?"

"Obviously. If you're my master, this is the least you should be capable of!"

She looked at my cock with something like love in her eyes. Then her lips and tongue wrapped carefully around the head, and in one go she sucked me down to the middle with a wet, greedy sound.

I was going to lose my mind. Receiving this after so long, I genuinely thought I might go insane. A crackling stimulation kept pouring from the hand locked around my root, and above that, a thoroughly seasoned woman's mouth and tongue thrashed like a snake, squeezing tight, tight.

And that wasn't even all of it. The sight of a woman with style like hers sucking cock. Do-hyang was the kind of woman you could come from just watching her do this. Whenever I saw her purse her mouth like it tasted good and slurp away at my dick, my hips jerked on their own and I ended up pushing deeper. But she took it like she'd seen it coming — not a hint of awkwardness, practiced and smooth.

Slurp. Suck. Schlick. Schlick.

Shit. I'm gonna come...!

No helping it. Once her hands were on me, holding out was a lost cause. The longest I'd ever lasted was twenty-three minutes, I think? And even that was only because I'd been getting it so often I'd built up a temporary resistance. Lasting this long after a dry spell was honestly impressive.

She pulled me out of her mouth and smiled with her eyes.

"Not bad. I figured you'd have come by now... you must have found some pretty decent women?"

Well. She wasn't wrong. Between Min-ah and that vixen of a mother, I'd built up a bit of a tolerance. Still, I really couldn't hold on any long—

And right as I was about to come, she took her hands off me completely. Then she stripped off her pants and climbed on top of me.

"It's against the rules if only you get to feel good."

"Hate to break it to you, but I'm about to come...?"

"Then come inside. It's a little late to start pulling out now, don't you think?"

She was right. My wives each had lives of their own, but whenever I wanted them they spread their legs. And it was never over until every last one of them had taken a load in the womb.

I could feel Do-hyang's pussy against the head of my cock, the cells there still crackling and alive. A wet schlick as her folds parted, the juices that had been clinging around them running down my shaft. Then that impossibly tight pussy struggled to swallow my cockhead.

"Nnh... is it because it's been so long...? It's big..."

"Feel good?"

"Obviously. This cock is a perfect score. Although..."

She came in close with me only halfway inside her. A soft sensation at the corner of my mouth. A wet peck. Another. Another... lips and saliva crossing a few times over. Then she collapsed into me as if sinking into my arms, and started moving her hips.

"Nh. Hah. You... you're a perfect score too...! The man I raised exactly to my taste... the best man in the world... nh...!"

Hearing that, the past flickered up for a moment. The day of my master's test... But the memory vanished from my head almost as soon as it arrived. The stimulation was too much for anything else to survive.

"Ah. Nh. H-how is it? Tasting it again after so long... hah... my body...?"

How was it.

"Kh. It's the best...!"

"R-really? I'm so happyyy...!"

Do-hyang got excited and shook her hips even harder. A wet, filthy rhythm pounded out from where we were joined. I was going to lose my mind.

Coming while the woman was just hitting her stride was something you really weren't supposed to do, so I tried to hold on however I could — but I was reaching my limit. My cock, buried in her pussy, was thrashing roughly, begging to come right now. But the smile that had risen on Do-hyang's face was too beautiful for that. I clenched down hard around my ass and held on.

Unaware of any of this, she was happily bouncing on me now like a kid on a pogo stick. I finally couldn't take it. I yanked her into my arms, drove myself in as deep as I could, and came.

A thick, pulsing spurt. Then another. And another...

Maybe because I'd held it in. The orgasm was stronger and longer than usual. I could feel it with almost uncomfortable clarity — a heavy flood of cum emptying out through my urethra, as if someone had cranked a faucet all the way open.

Good thing I held on as long as I did.

I looked at Do-hyang. She was trembling, coming in small, quiet waves. Her excitement had been climbing gradually, and then at the end, when I'd pulled her in, my cock had struck the mouth of her womb. That must have been what did it.

I brought my mouth to her ear and asked, rolling her earlobe gently with my tongue.

"Was it good?"

Do-hyang. A deep smile, and a kiss.

"Yeah. You really are the best... nnhhh...!"

She rode out the aftershocks of her climax, then started rolling her hips again, slow and easy. Meaning she wanted another round. Same as ever. I had absolutely no reason to refuse.

All right then. Time to start rolling around in earnest. The real game started now...!

Since I was already on top of her, I might as well get a nice animal sound out of her. I smacked Do-hyang's ass hard enough to make it crack and said,

"Get over there. I'll have you squealing like a sow in no time."

"Yes, Master♥"