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XIII.

Despite being an adult, the experience of feeling like a mere sheet of paper in this man’s hands always left Yoo Jaha with a strange sensation. They were both humans made of flesh and bone, yet the difference in their strength was overwhelming.

If this man were to overpower her by brute force, Jaha knew she’d stand no chance. It was an unwelcome realization that struck her every time he loomed over her.

After carefully laying Jaha down on the soft mat, he drowned her in deep kisses and stripped away the obstructive clothing, leaving her bare. Then, pulling a small vial from his inner pocket, he poured its contents over Jaha’s chest as she gasped for breath.

“Hng.”

A shiver ran through her at the cold sensation.

After drenching her cleavage with the unidentified liquid, he used his hands to spread it evenly over her chest, sides, and stomach.

“Hnn, what are you doing?”

“I want to make Jaha feel even better.”

“That’s not—what even is this?”

“Don’t worry. It’s nothing harmful.”

Well, if that’s the case, then it’s at least somewhat reassuring…

Though she believed this man wouldn’t harm her, shaking off the fear born from the unknown wasn’t easy.

The hands that had spread the liquid over her upper body had already trailed down to her lower half.

Every inch of her—even the sensitive inner thighs—was meticulously coated, making Jaha flinch under his touch. The faint floral scent made her wonder if it was essential oil, while the rising warmth felt like heating gel. But what was it really?

Just as she pondered, the hairs on her body suddenly stood on end. At the same time, the back of her head burned, as though a locked door had swung open—sensations cascading down like a waterfall.

“Ah—ah.”

It was strange. Her sense of touch had become terrifyingly acute. She could feel even the air brushing against her fine hairs, the crumpled sheets beneath her back vivid against her skin. It was as if a door—one never meant to open for humans—had been forced ajar.

“W-What did you do to me?”

“I told you,” he murmured. “I’ll make you feel good.”

When his hand grazed her chest, heat radiated from the point of contact. A simple caress—too deliberate to be foreplay—sent sparks through her core, her lower body clenching instinctively.

Only then did Jaha realize: the liquid he’d applied was no ordinary oil.

“Why would you— ngh!”

“Don’t you think it’s fun to try something new?”

“I-Is this really safe?”

“Do you really think I’d let a single hair on your head come to harm?”

Jaha shook her head weakly.

After all, he’d always been excessively attentive to her well-being.

Even if she looked slightly pale, he’d panic and call a doctor. If she seemed the least bit tired, he’d fuss over whether she was sick. It wasn’t as if she were a three-year-old child, yet he’d freak out if she even went near a window.

It was as if he treated Yoo Jaha like some delicate sugar sculpture—something fragile and ephemeral that could crumble at the slightest touch. His constant anxiety bordered on obsession. Given that, it was hard to imagine him doing anything that might harm her health. But that didn’t erase her unease over the mysterious substance now coating her skin.

Maybe things were different in this world, but back on Earth, an ordinary person would never encounter something like this in their lifetime. Could she really trust this world’s medical technology? Then again, magic existed here, so maybe it was fine…

As her thoughts seesawed, he stroked her side and whispered,

“Trust me, Jaha.”

The glide of his silk gloves over her skin made her shiver. She’d always found the sensation slightly ticklish, but now, with her heightened sensitivity, it was unbearable.

“Hng—ah!”

“Let me give you a massage.”

“W-Why suddenl— eek!”

Before she could protest, his hands gripped her shoulders. She instinctively tensed, but his skilled touch gradually melted the stiffness away.

It hurt a little—but in that satisfying way where knotted muscles finally loosened. He clearly knew what he was doing. And whether it was the oil or whatever he’d mixed into it, a strange pleasure began to blend with the relief.

It felt like feathers weren’t just brushing her skin but teasing something beneath it—so unbearably tender that all her nerves zeroed in on the sensation, helpless to resist.

The sensation, which had been like a tiny spark, grew steadily larger as time passed—perhaps because she became conscious of it. She was rubbing her arms when an entirely unrelated part of her lower back flinched. Jaha tried not to jerk her upper body.