Chapter 195
When his hands left both her arms and moved to her legs, there wasn’t any ulterior motive, but his touch still felt closer to a massage than a caress. Yet her body grew feverish. Electricity seemed to surge through her veins, leaving her whole body tingling, the inside of her thighs trembling faintly.
The moment his hands, which had been kneading her calves, slipped between her legs, a pained moan escaped Jaha’s lips without her realizing.
“Hahh…!”
“Open up for me, Jaha. I need to massage this side too.”
“That kind of…”
Hesitating, Jaha parted her legs. He lifted one of them over his shoulder, ensuring she couldn’t close them again, and began kneading her thigh.
The sticky, squelching sound of oil spread across the bed.
Maybe it was the embarrassing position, or the fact that his hands were now dangerously close to her most intimate area—but heat rushed through her. Jaha bit her lip to keep any strange noises from slipping out. After all, this was supposed to be just a massage. If she moaned, it’d feel like losing somehow. A pointless stubbornness.
How much time had passed? Finally, his hands pulled away.
Her head foggy with heat, Jaha thought—It’s finally over. She was about to let out a sigh of relief when—
“Turn over.”
“Huh? W-Wasn’t that the end?”
“Of course not. We haven’t done your back yet.”
His reply struck like a bolt from the blue, and Jaha failed to keep her composure this time.
“W-We can… do that next time…?”
She was barely holding on as it was—if they continued, the outcome was painfully obvious. Her patience had already hit rock bottom.
“Who stops a massage halfway? Come on, turn over.”
Urging her with a faint smile, he watched as she hesitated before finally giving in and flipping onto her stomach.
The sensation of her n*****s pressing firmly into the sheets forced a choked whimper from her throat, her back arching instinctively. She barely suppressed it—only for the smooth touch of silk gloves to glide over her spine. Her heightened nerves turned even that insignificant contact into something unbearably stimulating.
Jaha gritted her teeth to keep from sobbing.
It’s this damn oil. If not for it, she wouldn’t be reacting like this.
“You really have the worst taste,” she muttered, her voice half-muffled—yet somehow, he heard her anyway, his laughter ringing out.
Sometimes, I swear this man lives just to tease me.
“Tell me if it’s uncomfortable or painful.”
His words felt hollow as his hands moved expertly over her back, kneading out the tension with practiced ease. Against her will, Jaha felt a flicker of satisfaction.
If only he had stopped there.
“Ah—hng, nngh—!”
Her thighs felt like they were melting. Somewhere deep inside her abdomen, a frustrating ache pulsed, her hips trembling uncontrollably.
As his hands, which had been massaging her shoulders and upper back, moved down to her waist, Jaha couldn’t hold back any longer—she let out a moan and twisted her body violently.
“Hahhk!”
“How am I supposed to massage you if you keep moving, Jaha?”
“I-I’m f-fine now… really— Hhk?!”
His grip tightened around her waist, and her entire body convulsed. Between her legs, a scalding wetness gushed out, soaking her thighs.
He didn’t even touch me there directly, and I still—
Overwhelmed by burning shame, Jaha buried her face even deeper into the sheets, already damp with sweat and oil.
‘…He noticed, didn’t he?’
There’s no way he didn’t. He’s the one who’s seen me come undone the most.
Every nerve in her body was hyper-aware of his reaction—but he said nothing, simply continuing to knead her waist.
A sensation like the ticklish shiver when scissors graze the back of her neck at a salon, the electric tingle that races down the spine—it spread through her entire body, relentless and maddening.
She couldn’t stay still, writhing in small, desperate jerks—until he pinned her legs together, trapping her between them so she couldn’t move an inch, and resumed the massage with ruthless efficiency.
“Ah—hngk! N-No… stop, hahh—!”
Jaha thrashed, pleading, as a delicious chill shot from the nape of her neck all the way down to her a*s. Her legs lifted on their own, toes curling. It felt too good—so much that it hurt, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes.
And when his hands clamped down on her waist again—she came.
The pleasure crashed into her before the aftershocks of the first climax had even faded, overlapping ecstasy driving her to the brink of madness. Her entire body felt steeped in rapture.
For a brief moment—maybe just a second—her brain short-circuited, thoughts dissolving into static. She felt stupid, blank, ruined.
Her limbs trembled, weak and boneless—until he grabbed her a*s.
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