Touch Therapy: Where Hands Go, Bodies Beg

The room was silent, warm.

Only the soft hum of the aromatherapy diffuser filled the space, and the distant notes of a piano track looping softly on Joon-ho's playlist.

Mirae had been still for nearly twenty minutes. Her body had softened completely—her breath slow, chest rising and falling like a sleeping child. Her face lay turned to the side, lips parted, lashes brushing her cheeks. She looked at peace.

But then—

A shift.

Her legs moved. Not much—but just enough.

The towel that barely covered her hips began to slide further down. Her thighs parted slightly. Her breathing hitched.

Still asleep.

But her body was speaking louder now.

Joon-ho stood beside her, silent. Watching.

Another shift. Her knees relaxed. One foot flexed slightly. The towel lifted as her hips arched—just barely, instinctively. She was offering herself without knowing it.

Then came the whisper.

"…Mmm…"

It was a soft sound. Barely more than a murmur.

Then: "More…"

Joon-ho's brows lifted slightly.

She spoke again, eyes still shut.

"Lower…"

Her voice was slurred—dreamy, slow. She wasn't conscious.

Her body was.

He stepped forward, silently, and placed his hands gently on her lower back again.

Her breath caught.

"Y-Yes… there…"

His hands moved with purpose now. Clinical… and something more. He slid them along the edges of her hips, pressing into the familiar trigger points. She moaned—freely this time. Openly.

He reached the base of her spine again, thumbs circling over the same tense zone that had made her come earlier.

Her back arched.

A light gasp.

"Mmm… feels good… feels so…"

She trailed off, her legs parting wider now, thighs twitching softly. Her hips rolled gently into the table.

He adjusted his stance.

Slid his hands to her thighs—long, slow strokes from the backs of her knees up toward her inner thighs. He stopped just before her sex. Pressed again.

Another moan.

This one deeper. More desperate.

She was dripping now.

Even in her half-sleep state, her pussy responded like it had been waiting. The towel clung to her slick skin. He moved it further aside, revealing the soft, flushed folds between her legs.

Still, she didn't wake.

She simply groaned again, pushing back into his touch.

"More…"

It was a whisper of need.

He leaned closer, letting his breath brush the shell of her ear.

"Do you want release, Mirae?" he asked softly.

She nodded.

"Where does it hurt?"

"My hips… and deep inside…"

His fingers trailed gently between her thighs, grazing her wet folds with featherlight precision.

She gasped—eyes still shut, body fully awake now despite her drifting consciousness.

He teased her clit with the pad of his thumb. She cried out. "Ah—ahh…"

Her hips bucked.

He circled her clit slowly while his other hand pressed into the base of her spine again, keeping her grounded. The tension coiled fast.

Her body shook.

She came again—harder this time. Wet, breathless, her thighs trembling violently. She moaned through it, completely unaware of how loud she was.

When it passed, she slumped. Her body heavy, legs still spread.

She whispered again, this time in a voice that sounded more awake.

"…What's happening to me…"

"You're letting go," Joon-ho said gently, brushing her hair back from her face. "You've been holding everything in for too long."

She opened her eyes finally.

Just a sliver.

"…You're still here?"

"I never left."

"…Did I… did I…?"

He smiled.

"You came twice in your sleep, Mirae."

Her cheeks flushed bright red—but she didn't move. Didn't close her legs. She was still panting.

"I feel so light," she said softly.

"I'm not finished."

She blinked.

He pressed his hands against her inner thighs. Opened her further.

"Turn over for me," he said.

And she did.

No hesitation.

No shame.

Her legs opened. Her chest rose. Her eyes fluttered between exhaustion and awakening.

He looked down at her glistening sex, her swollen clit, her damp curls.

"Let's take care of the rest."