Touch Therapy: Where Hands Go, Bodies Beg - Chapter 25: Where Relaxation Turns to Ruin

Madam Seo let out a long, contented breath.Her body was almost boneless now, tension smoothed out by Joon-ho’s expert hands.

Then — with a graceful shift — she turned over onto her back.

Her hair fanned out across the pillow, lipstick slightly smudged. Her breasts rose and fell with slow, heavy breaths. Her nipples stood taut against the cool air, dusky and begging for attention even before he touched them.

Joon-ho didn’t rush.He moved to stand behind her head, hands resting first on her shoulders, kneading slow circles into the muscles there.

She exhaled a soft moan. “God… even after everything, I still feel knots.”

“They’re stubborn. Like you,” he teased, pressing deeper.

She laughed weakly, then gasped when his hands slid lower.Joon-ho’s palms skimmed over her collarbones, then cupped her breasts. His thumbs rolled lightly across her nipples. The reaction was immediate — her hips twitched, her breath caught, a soft needy whimper escaped her lips.

“Sensitive today,” he murmured.

“Mmm—been that way since I walked in,” Madam Seo confessed, voice rough. “It’s like my body knows exactly what you’ll do to it.”

Joon-ho chuckled. His fingers tightened, pinching her nipples gently but insistently. Madam Seo’s mouth dropped open in a silent gasp. Her back arched off the table, pushing her breasts harder into his hands.

“Joon-ho… please…”

🔥 Drifting Lower

His hands didn’t stay long. They traced a path down her trembling belly, pausing just above her mound.Then — with a slow, deliberate slide — his fingers found her slick folds.

Her entire body jolted.

“You’re soaked.”

“I—” Her cheeks flamed. “I told you, it’s been like this. I can’t help it.”

He circled her clit with the barest pressure. She cried out, legs spreading wider on instinct. Each teasing brush pulled a ragged moan from her throat.

“You want more?”

She nodded frantically, eyes bright with desperate need.

Joon-ho slid two fingers inside her, curling expertly to press against her g-spot. Madam Seo almost sobbed — her hands fisting the sheet, thighs trembling violently.

“Oh god… right there, don’t stop—”

He didn’t. He worked her with calm, relentless precision, thumb rolling over her clit while his fingers rubbed that swollen spot inside her. Madam Seo’s moans grew higher, fractured, her hips rocking up helplessly.

When her orgasm hit, it was like watching a wave break.She convulsed around his hand, mouth dropping open on a throaty wail. Her eyes fluttered, unfocused and glassy with heat.

🖤 Her Body Betrays Her

When it finally eased, Madam Seo lay there, chest heaving, eyes glazed. But there was a new look in her face now — one that went far beyond relaxation.

Her hand came up shakily to touch Joon-ho’s arm.”Don’t stop yet. I… I want you.”

Her thighs were still parted, slick and flushed, her nipples standing in tight peaks. Her body was begging for more even if her lips hadn’t spoken.

Joon-ho gave a small, knowing smile.Then he reached for the edge of his shirt and pulled it up over his head.

Madam Seo’s eyes widened — first at the smooth muscle of his chest, the lean lines of his stomach.Then lower. Her breath caught audibly when she saw the outline of his cock straining against his slacks.

“Oh fuck…” she whispered. Her thighs squeezed together, a fresh sheen of arousal slicking her folds.

Joon-ho popped the first button open.