| R18 - Idle Hands (Part 3) - Censored & Uncensored versions

[Author's Note - explicit chapter can be found below under Uncensored Version]

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[Censored Version]

Soo-Ah's submissiveness was answered by Sung-Ho's surprised expression. He must have not expected her to give in so easily.

Like a teenager caught in the act and so uncharacteristic for his usual collected demeanour, he stumbled to find the right words, "I-I would demonstrate only uncompromising gestures such as those you could do yourself. First, let me announce I should not be disturbed," and he went outside for a couple of moments to have a short exchange with his foot soldier. When he returned, he looked at Soo-Ah as if searching her expression for the slightest sign she was wavering. Finding none he pulled aside the curtains hiding his bed. "Before we begin, rest assured this is meant only as a teaching experience. From a tutor to a student. There are no obligations and no implications." He extended his hand, silently calling her to him.

Sung-Ho's words were meant to be reassuring and Soo-Ah convinced herself it was what she wanted to hear. She finally let go of the backrest she had been digging her fingernails into all this time and took a couple of steps until placing a trembling hand in Sung-Ho's.

A gentle tone and a soft touch seemed to be his secret weapons of persuasion. "Now turn around and let me guide your hands," he instructed, slowly spinning her around while she stole glances over her shoulder. As he leaned closer to her, he took a deep breath.

Soo-Ah hoped the scent of her hair would please him. The gisaengs around camp wore scented flowers and jewels in their hair, inciting men's senses, while she hardly knew what to do with hers and could barely pin it in a simple manner. Did Sung-Ho like that?

When she realised she was turning into an infatuated silly girl, Soo-Ah shook her head slightly and whipped the dumb smile emerging on her lips. This was a teaching session, as he said. Nothing more. She would keep her level-headedness and little hope in what he wanted to show her.

With all of her reasoning, Sung-Ho's warmth was still there, coming closer and leaving her core shuddering. With his left hand, he gently brushed down her left arm from the shoulder to the tip of her fingers. Soo-Ah followed his every gesture holding her breath. When he was done he remained with his palm open, expecting her to place her hand in his. She obeyed and he guided it on the opposite part of her face in a soft caress, coming across from her cheek, over her neck, to the top part of her chest. Still cupping her hand, he slid it over her bust, lingering there for a couple of moments, before leaving gravity to take over. The same steps were applied on her right side while his laboured exhales heated up the exposed part of her neck.

As if playing a game, he requested again for her palm to be placed in his. He brought it to his lips and gave a gentle kiss on the tip of her fingers. Soo-Ah let out a sigh of unexpected excitement. His gesture took her by surprise but she was more puzzled by how a fleeting touch could send an electrifying feeling through her entire body, all concentrated in her loins. The little kiss, which she thought would be nothing special, transfigured her, her lips parting slightly, her eyes downcast and her cheeks catching fire. This man might have more power over her than she gave him credit. It was so easy to relinquish all control into his hands.

By all the gods, she despised his guts only several days ago. Perhaps she simply fell victim to his presence behind her, hearing his steady breath. Perhaps she was changing more than her mind. Perhaps she was having a change of feelings.

After playing his left-side-right-side game, Sung-Ho took both of her hands and glided them upwards, from her loins, over her breasts, and up to her neck. Keeping her hands at the base of her neckline, where the cleavage of her dress was, he softly spoke. "If you want me to show you more you should take off your clothes. The sensation on your bare skin will feel...better."

His shocking request brought her to reality. "It is not appropriate. I-I am ashamed," she whispered, clasping her clothes tighter at the thought they might be torn apart.

"Shame has no place here," said he, with a chuckle. "Besides, I am standing behind you. There is little I can see this way. When you are ready, take off your clothes. I am waiting."

Hesitantly and barely turning her gaze at him, Soo-Ah untied her skirt and loosened the upper restraints of her jeogori, revealing more of her cleavage. She did not dare to do more.

Having a little more of her skin exposed must have not been what Sung-Ho intended. "I should show you the meaning of nakedness." He grabbed the loosened parts of the jacket and slowly peeled it off her shoulders. Like being manoeuvred by a puppeteer, Soo-Ah held her hands out of his way and waited for what was to come next. With a simple pull on the strings, her inner garment came loose and slid from her shoulders, all the way to the ground.

He placed his hand between her shoulder blades and kept it there as if counting the beats of her heart.

Her heart raced. For some reason the air around her had a particular effect on her exposed skin, leaving little bumps. Bumps patted down by the warmth of her own hands when he made her place them on herself.

Sung-Ho's lips were almost touching her ear. His breath caressed her as his fingers would, his velvety voice whispering instructions and setting her desires in motion with words.

Guiding her hands he placed them over her body.

"You know –" he gulped, his forehead resting against the back of her head, "the sensation is on another level when you have someone touch you." His voice sounded strained like he was fighting inner demons.

Sung-Ho must have had little patience because he leaned over her shoulder, his hand reaching to grab her. He froze before he made contact with her skin, "Do I have your permission?"

Soo-Ah took a peek at him with anxious eyes and nodded. "Gently, please."

"Oh, I will be," he added and touched her.

Not long after he took her by the hand and moved together towards the bed. This was just the beginning.

After taking off his tunic and boots, he laid on the sheets and then extended his hand in an invite for her to join him. Soo-Ah was flushed and did not want to submit.

"Just touching. Nothing more," Sung-Ho reassured her, and he gently took hold of the tip of her fingers with his. He pulled her towards him, helping her lose all other garments.

Soo-Ah lay on the bed like a new spouse on her first night. Sung-Ho stretched beside her, his face came close to hers. Too close. Her lips caught fire. She wanted their mouths to melt one into the other as he almost put his lips on hers. But they never touched. Instead, he gently kissed the corner of her mouth, then her cheek, then her neck again.

No, no, no. She wanted his lips on hers. How could she ask?

He seemed to have other plans. With the little reason she had left, she had to admit surprise at her involuntary verbal reactions. Every picture he had painted for her, detailing aspects of the art of the bedchamber, became all too real. In passing, she laughed at herself for being so foolish to think she could prove him wrong.

Foolish indeed but with him so close and his hands on her body, she was a happy fool.

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[Uncensored Version]

Soo-Ah's submissiveness was answered by Sung-Ho's surprised expression. He must have not expected her to give in so easily.

His shocking request brought her to reality. "It is not appropriate. I-I am ashamed," she whispered, clasping her clothes tighter at the thought they might be torn apart.

"Shame has no place here," said he, with a chuckle. "Besides, I am standing behind you. There is little I can see this way. When you are ready, take off your clothes. I am waiting."

Hesitantly and barely turning her gaze at him, Soo-Ah untied her skirt and loosened the upper restraints of her jeogori, revealing more of her cleavage. She did not dare to do more.

Sung-Ho's lips were almost touching her ear. His breath caressed her as his fingers would, his velvety voice whispering instructions and setting her desires in motion with words.

Placing her fingers at the base of her bosom, she slowly glided up until she found the nipple. It tingled all over. Following his advice, she encircled the nub, once, twice, fastening the movements in a delicious outpour. When he told her to pinch she instinctively tugged at it, spreading the sensations all over her body. A gasp escaped her mouth as his breath turned heavier.

Sung-Ho must have had little patience because he leaned over her shoulder, his hand reaching to grab her. He froze before he made contact with her skin, "Do I have your permission?"

Soo-Ah took a peek at him with anxious eyes and nodded. "Gently, please."

"Oh, I will be," he added, barely caressing her bust with his fingers, making Soo-Ah shake in delight.

His touch picked up in boldness and aggression, nestling her entire bosom in his hand and squeezing with hunger. Soo-Ah leaned her head back, letting it rest on his shoulder. Their eyes locked together. Lust roamed freely in his. He closed them and surrendered to the flow.

The sweet flow took him to lick and kiss the side of her neck, working towards her lips. His mouth stopped just in time not to take away their first kiss. Luckily, he found plenty of other spots that begged to be tasted. Like her shoulder, so round and soft, teasing with its form and its slight trembling. Still, there was much more he wanted to do.

Taking her by the hand, they moved together towards the bed. This was just the beginning.

After taking off his tunic and boots, he laid on the sheets and then extended his hand in an invite for her to join him. Soo-Ah was flushed and did not want to submit.

"Just touching. Nothing more," Sung-Ho reassured her, and he gently took hold of the tip of her fingers with his. He pulled her towards him, helping her lose all other garments.

No, no, no. She wanted his lips on hers. How could she ask?

He seemed to have other plans. He travelled further, down her neck, her collarbone, to the base of her breasts. Lifting his head he stared at them, chuckling satisfied before he launched at her nipples, blissfully teasing with his tongue.

Yes, yes, yes, he better not stop, she thought this time because the only sounds she could make were pleasure-filled moans.

He didn't stop, as he continued to cover her body with kisses, clasping her flesh as if he wanted to reach underneath. Each spot he touched burned in delight. Soo-Ah kept one hand over her mouth to stop any cry from escaping. With her other hand, she was clinging to the bedsheet for sanity.

With the little reason she had left, she had to admit surprise at her involuntary verbal reactions. Every picture he had painted for her, detailing aspects of the art of the bedchamber, became all too real. In passing, she laughed at herself for being so foolish to think she could prove him wrong.

Foolish indeed but she was a happy fool. Their moans and muffled sighs filled the tent.

Softly caressing her neckline with his thumb, he broke the long line of body kisses. "The best sensation you will get comes from this spot right there." Taking her stiff hand from clutching the sheet, he placed her index finger on her sensitive mound.

Soo-Ah had sampled the power laying dormant there, but what Sung-Ho unleashed by guiding her motions exceeded her expectations. She had no option but to let her body shiver at will, to the rhythm imposed by his fingers.

All those arousal sensations she felt regularly in between her lunar cycles and the struggle to shake them off must have been bottling up inside of her, like energy bolts held in a fragile container. Easy to put aside, dangerous to contain. Her hand, touching so intimately that part of her body, combined with his mouth kissing and sucking her nipples added layer upon layer of need and desire, building to something big inside her.

Sung-Ho's sensual kisses traveled lower, stopping to give attention to her inner thighs. Still gasping, she watched him puzzled as he licked and gently grazed her skin with his teeth. Whenever he would get close to the seat of her femininity, he would only smile, looking at her caressing herself, and pass over it without touching. This endless teasing drove Soo-Ah out of her senses as she arched her neck, voicing her desire, "make me feel..." then sighing, "...feel good."

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