19-209

EP.209 Erogenous Massage 

At that very moment in the Shaman’s quarters, the Sorcery Director and the Shaman were in private council. 

The Shaman was conversing lightly with Cheon Nabi when she suddenly felt a massive surge of yang energy. 

“Hm? This energy?” 

She closed her eyes to trace the flow, but Nabi stopped her. 

“Ah, it seems Lord Jihan has succeeded in utilizing yang energy for sorcery.” 

“...I see.” 

The Shaman felt no strangeness in the honorific title Nabi used only thought it natural that one address her consort-to-be with high respect. 

Regardless of their age difference, the mere fact that he was to be wed to her elevated Jihan far above any ordinary director. 

“For his energy to reach even here… its sheer volume alone rivals my own.” 

“…It is only abundant. He still has many immature points.” 

“I see… I’d thought you doted on your student. Yet here you are so stingy in your praise.” 

The Shaman received reports of all major affairs in Munyeosan. 

Her focus lately was the coming war, and of course Jihan. 

Thus she knew well the women who frequently interacted with him. 

Nabi, along with Cheon Ji-in, met Jihan often. 

“You’ve been spending quite a lot of time with the man who is to be my husband. And surely, not always just to teach him sorcery…” 

Nabi, hearing the hidden meaning in those words, replied slyly. 

“How could I flaunt anything before the one he will wed soon?” 

“True enough. Still, it’s not as if I am ignorant of his prowess.” 

She said it as if being considerate. But Nabi knew her words held another layer. 

The Shaman’s possessiveness was twisted not ‘he must only look at me,’ but ‘since he is mine, everything of his is mine too.’ 

His women, his children, his admirers, even his very praises. 

All must also belong to her. 

Thus Nabi understood that in praising him, she was truly being ordered to praise the Shaman herself. 

She complied, flattering his virtues for a time. But it was nearly the moment to move to her real intention. 

“…Enough flattery. I take it you had another purpose in seeking me out.” 

The Shaman prompted the matter. 

In truth, Nabi had no “real agenda.” She merely wished to keep the Shaman distracted and away from what was happening at the restaurant. 

But to babble nonsense would only invite suspicion. 

She needed a topic fascinating enough to wholly divert the Shaman. 

It was simple: a subject she herself knew well, but the Shaman did not. 

“I would like to humbly offer some counsel on how to win a man’s heart.” 

By that, she meant Jihan. 

“How to win a man’s heart?” 

To instruct the Shaman required the highest qualification. Any other who dared would have earned punishment. 

But Nabi, who had been her elder and teacher since childhood, was tolerated even evoking a touch of nostalgia. 

“When Mother still lived… you were as a teacher to me.” 

“And though you remain ever-beautiful, back then you had a unique charm of your own.” 

The Shaman reminisced briefly, but did not allow sentiment to cloud her judgment. 

“The man you speak of must be Jihan. Yet you think to teach me how to hold his heart?” 

Her gaze sharpened. Both a declaration that she needed no such lesson, and a challenge that it was he who should be taught how to hold hers. 

Nabi swallowed uneasily, yet replied smoothly. 

“I am among the women who meet with him most often in Munyeosan. I teach him sorcery… share his bed… and most of all, I speak with him at length.” 

“So you claim to know him better than any. I ought to be jealous.” 

The Shaman’s voice remained calm, though her words implied otherwise. 

“He treasures women. The more beautiful, the more he pursues. Surely, he cannot help but desire you.” 

“Mmm.” 

The Shaman nodded, as if that were obvious. 

The line of Shamans had ever been prized for their unrivaled beauty. Indeed, aside from her mother and herself, none carried that bloodline. 

“But Jihan, too, is exceptional among men. He has some unusual views.” 

“Oh?” 

The Shaman, eager to learn what she did not yet know of the man who would be hers, leaned closer. 

“He often says love is not one-sided, but an exchange between both.” 

“A mutual exchange…” 

“Yes. For example, the caresses given before penetration…” 

Nabi gauged her words carefully, trying to keep the Shaman deeply engaged. 

Each time, the Shaman murmured her interest: Oh? How curious. I see. 

The responses pricked Nabi’s heart. 

She remembered the little girl once clinging to her skirts, begging to hear stories of the outside world. 

‘Forgive me, Shaman. I no longer serve you.’ 

That child had grown into a stunning beauty soon to be betrayed by everyone she trusted. 

‘At first, it will hurt. But you will find happiness…’ 

Nabi truly believed it, though it did not ease her guilt. 

She wished Jihan would corrupt her utterly, so that in the end, both could find joy together raising dozens of children. 

It would have been more fitting never to betray the Shaman she cared for. Yet Nabi had succumbed. 

She could no longer live without Jihan. 

And in that future she dreamed of, she wanted the Shaman beside them too. 

‘But the succubi’s grudge is deep. To be treated as people, she must submit willingly. She must part her legs herself, please him, bear his children so that he can never discard her.’ 

Such was the only path for the Shaman to survive. 

Even as she mused, Nabi kept talking, and the Shaman kept listening. 

“He favors sensitive women? That makes sense. It soothes a man’s pride.” 

“Indeed. Which is why I’ve prepared a massage cream. Why not chat more as I pamper you? It will enhance even further your radiant beauty.” 

The Shaman accepted warmly. 

“They say brides-to-be in the outside world undergo beautification before marriage. How fitting.” 

Nabi removed the lid. Fragrance immediately filled the room. 

“…This scent… familiar.” 

The Shaman’s expression glowed. 

“For a woman like you, steeped in yin, yang essence is the greatest tonic.” 

“…Surely not?” 

“Yes. The cream is crafted from Lord Jihan’s semen.” 

Ordinarily, the use of semen as a cosmetic was madness. 

But if it came from Jihan then it was a divine resource, bestowing exquisite scent, touch, and power. 

“So thick, so rich… even with a sweet note. It makes me respect the Medical Director even more.” 

“And his fresh seed, straight from the source, is twice as fragrant.” 

“Mm… it makes my mouth water. Am I strange?” 

Before long, stripped upon her bed, the Shaman allowed Nabi’s hand to press her chest. 

Schlk, rub. 

“This only shows how healthy you are. He will be delighted.” 

“Good. I’ve heard men produce finer seed the more pleasure they feel. This bodes well.” 

Nabi teased her breasts relentlessly, focusing on her nipples knowing Jihan favored women sensitive there. 

“Ahh… aren’t you focusing too much there?” 

“It is preparation for future breastfeeding massages.” 

“…So be it.” 

His semen brimmed with power, irresistibly nourishing. 

Virgin to men’s touch, the Shaman’s body hungrily soaked it in. 

As the nipple absorbed the cream, Nabi replenished it continually. 

After half an hour, the jar emptied. 

“Nnghh!” 

At last, the Shaman let slip a high moan she’d tried to contain. 

Flustered, she began to excuse herself. 

“S-suddenly… your touch feels so sensitive. What is happening?” 

“It means health restored, and readiness for childbirth. When he suckles me, even I squeal shamelessly compared to you.” 

Relieved, the Shaman exhaled. 

“Does he suckle breasts as well? Why… does your milk still flow?” 

“A man’s mouth there is not for milk. Not essentially. The true purpose is different.” 

“Tell me, then.” 

“It is said the higher a woman’s sensitivity, the stronger her children.” 

Nabi slid down, massaging her lower belly, rolling the semen cream over her womb. 

“Hhh… So hot… so tingly down there… You say sensitivity secures birth? Fascinating.” 

“As you yourself said: men seed better when pleased, women conceive better when they feel deeply. Thus, vitality increases.” 

“…A sound idea. Then, my growing sensitivity, your relentless nipple massage all part of preparing children.” 

“Exactly.” 

Truly it was only preparation to enslave her but Nabi did not say so. 

“When I finish, Jihan will crave your touch without end.” 

“Hehe… even the thought wearies me.” 

“Shall I massage below now?” 

“Very well but do not tire yourself. We can always continue tomorrow.” 

“You seem pleased. I will do it every day.” 

“Every day?” 

“Yes. Until even a brush of his fingertip unstops your climax. To behold that will make it worth anything.” 

“Hah… A welcome vow. I too will strive to grow sensitive.” 

“As you wish.” 

Thus Nabi massaged her deep into the night mouth, cunt, clit, breasts all soaked in semen cream. 

The Shaman writhed, moaning breathlessly. 

“Hhhaaah… if this feels so good already, how much more will the joining of flesh be? No wonder you are enthralled.” 

She could have brought her to orgasm many times but that was not enough. 

‘…She must be drowned entirely in seed. To make her a fool, drooling cum from every pore to cum just by meeting his eyes. Only then will my dream come true.’ 

‘Only then will Master’s paradise be realized… and in that paradise, she and I will revel for generations.’ 

For that, Nabi needed more seed. 

She tucked the sleeping Shaman beneath the covers and departed for the barn. 

She would replenish her supply of the Master’s essence. 

“Hmmhmhm♪” 

Her steps were light as air.