EP.6 Mother's Touch
"... Ugh, disgusting."
After a kiss, Han-yeoul scowled and stretched out her hand, indicating she wanted the biscuit she had been promised.
I smiled, satisfied, after touching the spot where her lips had been. Her lips, which usually spewed venom, felt surprisingly fresh and exciting.
"Ha ha. Our Winter seems to have gained energy from the kiss."
"... Just give me the biscuit. You promised."
"Okay, okay. Of course, I'll give it to you. Here, try it."
"... Ah, damn it. Just give it to me. I'm annoyed."
"Hey, what's wrong with you? I'm sharing my precious food with you. Can't you just do this one thing for me? You're making me feel unappreciated."
She eventually opened her mouth again, revealing her neat teeth and a tongue that quivered cutely. Her cheeks flushed as she saw me staring at her.
"... Ah, stop staring! It's really annoying!"
"Hey, can't the master see his pet's mouth?"
"... Ugh, this is ridiculous. Just do as you please."
She turned away, clearly uninterested in responding.
Yes, this is how she becomes accustomed to it. Like getting wet in a drizzle, she'll soon find this normal.
"Ha ha. Look, our Winter is so cute when she listens to her master."
"...?"
"Okay, let's enjoy some snacks now."
I finally put the biscuit in her mouth, and her expression softened instantly. Her eyes sparkled with delight, and her cheeks bulged as she chewed.
However, when she met my gaze, she quickly composed herself.
"Why do you do that? If it's delicious, just enjoy it. Why do you have to look so serious?"
"Munch munch. Hey, Teacher Kang. Don't be too familiar. Munch munch. Just because we had a conversation, it doesn't mean anything."
"Ugh, that pride of yours. Here, have some more."
She was still hungry, so she gulped down the coconut drink I offered without hesitation. She returned the empty cup and said, "Hmm, I think I can survive now."
After finishing her meal, she pulled out a luxurious handkerchief from her pouch and dabbed her mouth. It was a bit late for her to be acting coy, but it was typical of Han-yeoul.
She looked at me with renewed vitality, a faint blush on her cheeks and a haughty glint in her eyes. Her expression was more vibrant than before.
However, her demeanor changed when she went to the restroom and came back. Her eyes regained their usual arrogance.
"Hmm, our Winter. What's with that gaze? Is it a bit impure? Have you seen everything now?"
She snorted in response to my question.
"What do you take people for? I'll keep my promise, so stop lecturing me. I won't do it for free, though. At least ensure I get a decent meal. That's the price for playing along with your perverted games."
"I'm surprised. I thought you'd never compromise because of your pride."
"It doesn't matter if I like it or not; I need you. We can settle your treatment when we return to Korea. For now, let's focus on surviving."
Ah, the great Han-yeoul was compromising.
What a dramatic and impressive achievement. I nodded with a satisfied smile.
"Okay, I'll provide food. Just keep your promises. This food is precious to me."
"Stop showing off. Who's going to eat and run away? How many times do I have to say this?"
"Ha ha. Let's start with a massage."
I had won the right to an oil massage from Han-yeoul through the game. I lay down on the bench and handed her the massage oil. She took it with a deep sigh, clearly displeased.
"Ah, it's hot outside. What's with the oil massage?"
"Hey, don't be rude. No bad words."
"We'll settle this in Korea. I'll make you live as a jobless person forever."
"Okay, that's up to you. For now, just massage my shoulders."
As I shrugged my stiff shoulders, she reluctantly opened the oil bottle. The concentrated rose scent filled the air, and the sticky love oil flowed out. It had a distinctly sensual texture, fitting for an adult product.
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She also realized it wasn't ordinary oil, and her expression twisted in distaste. She glared at me with annoyance, her eyes flashing with anger.
"Hey, there's no other oil, so just do it. Don't look at it like that. Come on, start the massage."
"... You'll regret this. I swear."
"Hey, what's there to regret? Getting a massage from Winter? That's a blessing."
I teased her, and she snorted, squeezing out the oil irritably. Her long, white fingers, adorned with black nail polish, were truly captivating.
"Ah, Winter's hands are really pretty."
"Stop saying disgusting things."
"What's wrong with giving a compliment?"
"Shut up and stay still. Don't move unnecessarily."
She applied the oil generously to her hands and placed them on my shoulders. Her sticky yet warm touch began to massage my neck and collarbone smoothly.
It felt surreal, even though it wasn't real. Who would have thought I'd get an oil massage from Han-yeoul? I couldn't help but smile foolishly.
"Ha ha ha. It really feels good. Down there. Mmm... a bit lower."
My explicit request made her pause. Anything below would mean touching my chest or abs, which, even in a massage, held significant meaning between men and women.
Moreover, she was a married woman. Touching another man's body was unacceptable.
So, her hands remained on my shoulder line, hesitant to move lower.
"... Teacher Kang, let's just stick to the shoulders. What kind of mother would you ask to do this? This is something you should ask a lover to do."
She tried to negotiate, but I wasn't having it.
"I don't have a lover, and what's wrong with a mother? She's lovely like this."
I reached out and gently grasped her plump buttocks. She was startled and pushed my hand away.
—Slap!
"... What are you doing now?"
"What's wrong with it? We're going to touch each other's chests soon. Don't you remember? You lost the last game."
She had agreed to let me touch her chest as a condition of the game but lost miserably. She bit her lip, recalling this.
"... Don't worry, I haven't forgotten."
"Ha ha. Good. Anyway, I'm more interested in mothers than lovers. A woman who always ignored me. It's only natural to ask for more when she's giving me a massage."
"... You're crazy. Have you always thought like that? It gives me chills."
"What's wrong with being insulted? It won't change my interest. I'm not asking for anything extreme. I'm keeping my boundaries. Let's compromise. Otherwise, I'll get frustrated too."
"...?"
"Answer me."
"... Okay, I understand. Just shut up. What kind of man talks so much?"
She seemed to have resigned herself to her situation and began to massage my chest cautiously.
—Squeak Squeak!
"Ah, that feels great."
"... Shut up."
"Ah, it's so good. Right there. Mmm... Winter's touch is killing me."
"... Damn it."
—Squeak Squeak Squeak!
She cursed while gently stroking my skin, applying the sticky oil all over my body. Her touch was incredibly stimulating, even though it seemed careless.
I intentionally moaned loudly to embarrass her, and my body trembled at her light touch.
Of course, her hands were truly skilled. The way she touched me without much effort was more arousing.
My excitement grew, and my body responded visibly under my shorts.
She noticed something and her face began to flush.
I reached out again, gently caressing her slender waist.
The soft fabric of her clothes and the sensual touch of her curves were intoxicating.
As she resisted, I became bolder, massaging her plump arms like dough.
She grumbled about it being disgusting, but she couldn't refuse now that she depended on me for survival.
"Winter, let's massage your thighs this time. Make your master feel good."
I guided her hand to my inner thigh, and my body was now visibly swollen under my shorts.
Han-yeoul was startled by the sight, and I encouraged her to continue.
"What's wrong? Don't stop. Your master is stiff and needs it."
"... Huh."
Her hand began to explore my thigh, grazing the sensitive areas.
The pleasure was intense, and her touch was truly priceless.