Fragrant Oil and Dangerous Sensitivity

“No way. If I leave it to you, Young Master, you’ll only pretend to apply a little and stop halfway. You have to apply it properly all over your body if you want your skin to stay soft and smooth!”

That “all over” part was exactly the problem.

Remembering how absurdly sensitive this body was to touch, I clicked my tongue. Hearing that, Yeo-ui clicked his tongue back at me.

“Did you just click your tongue at me?”

“I’m frustrated too. Honestly, if I could, I’d apply fragrant oil on you every single day. But since you hate it so much, what can I do?”

“……”

I seriously didn’t understand why skipping fragrant oil was being treated like some tragic catastrophe. His face was full of disappointment.

I stared at him in disbelief for a moment before finally surrendering.

“If you promise to keep it moderate, I’ll do it today.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.”

If he only applied a reasonable amount, then it wasn’t that big of a deal.

The moment I nodded again, Yeo-ui’s previously halted hands sped up.

“Then let’s wash up quickly and put it on.”

“Fine.”

I truly didn’t understand why he looked so happy just because we were using fragrant oil.

After washing me at an alarming speed, Yeo-ui spread a cloth over the bed beside the bath and started lining up colorful bottles one by one beside it.

“You’re planning to use all of those?”

“Normally I use even more. This isn’t even half.”

“……”

From where I was standing, that definitely did not look like “less than half.”

Still, seeing how excited he looked, I figured there was no point complaining anymore. Letting out a small sigh, I climbed onto the bed and laid down on my stomach.

I still had my undergarments on, but the thin white fabric clung enough to reveal the lines of my body completely.

Suppressing the embarrassment rising in my chest, I stayed still and waited.

Then suddenly, something thick trickled down my back.

“Uht!”

“Is it cold?”

“N-no.”

If it had actually been cold, my reaction would’ve been far worse.

As soon as I shook my head, Yeo-ui poured more fragrant oil over my back and placed his hands on me.

“Your muscles are really tense.”

Maybe it was because of the oil, but the way his hands moved felt strangely sticky and slow.

Even though this massage wasn’t really different from usual, my body kept reacting strangely.

I stayed stiff while his hands slid lower and lower down my back. The moment they finally left my skin, I unconsciously let out a small sigh of relief.

But the very next moment—

“Ugh!”

Because I’d removed everything except my underwear, the sensation of oil running over my thighs and butt felt bizarrely vivid.

Goosebumps spread instantly across my skin.

Yeo-ui carefully coated my thighs, the backs of my knees, and even my feet before setting the bottle aside and smoothing the oil upward from my ankles.

Then he spoke naturally.

“Young Master, you need to spread your legs.”

“……”

I wanted to do it casually too.

Yeo-ui didn’t have any impure thoughts whatsoever. He was genuinely just trying to apply the oil properly.

I wanted to act normal about it too.

But when his hands slowly climbed upward and brushed over my knees, every place he touched made me twitch involuntarily.

Holding my increasingly uneven breathing, I carefully spread my legs.

The moment I did, Yeo-ui’s hands slipped along my inner thighs as though he’d been waiting for permission.

Then his hands moved quickly to spread the oil over the backs of my thighs before reaching my hips.

“Uht.”

“You never used to get embarrassed like this. But around five years ago, you suddenly became incredibly shy.”

That’s because that was when I became me!

The moment my body tensed around my hips, Yeo-ui burst out laughing.

Embarrassment exploded through me instantly, and I covered my mouth with my fingers.

Meanwhile, as Yeo-ui continued massaging the oil into my body, I slowly realized something horrifying.

The oil was soaking beneath my underwear.

“……”

That wasn’t even the worst part.

Every movement of Yeo-ui’s hands filled the bathing room with soft, wet creaking sounds.

The sound alone was enough to stimulate me.

It was unbelievably obscene.

The fact that I was reacting like this to Yeo-ui’s hands of all people was mortifying.

He was completely innocent. I was the only one being weird.

I tried desperately to calm my trembling body, but things only got worse.

My cock was hardening far faster than usual.

Thinking maybe the friction against the bedding was the issue, I slightly lifted my lower body.

That turned out to be a terrible mistake.

As if he’d been waiting for it, Yeo-ui’s hand slid toward my groin.

At the same time, my nipple brushed against the cloth underneath me—

And a sound escaped my mouth before I could stop it.

“Hngh!”

“…Young Master?”

What… was this?

There had been plenty of dangerous moments over the past five years.

But never once had my body reacted this intensely.

I froze in confusion, not knowing what to do.

Then Yeo-ui suddenly cleared his throat awkwardly and pulled his hands away from my body.

But even that motion somehow stimulated me further.

Every tiny tremble of my body pressed my chest against the bedding, sending sharper sensations through me.

I tightly gripped the cloth beneath me and exhaled shakily.

Then Yeo-ui spoke hesitantly.

“S-sorry. I think I got a little too carried away.”

After saying that, he stepped away for a moment.

I took another shaky breath—

Then suddenly something was draped over me.

“Um… I’ll wait outside for a bit.”

“……”

Leaving those words behind, Yeo-ui hurried out of the room.

The door shut.

The moment I tried turning onto my side, my nipple scraped against the fabric again.

“Haah!”

The moan echoing through the humid room sounded shamelessly erotic.

Even to my own ears.

At this point, there was no denying it anymore.

My body was completely overheated.

This was the first time since transmigrating that my nipples had become this sensitive.

Groaning softly, I finally rolled onto my side and then onto my back.

“Nngh…”

The robe Yeo-ui had thrown over me brushed against my nipples again.

At the same time, the fabric rubbed against my erection beneath my underwear.

I bit against the side of my index finger, trying to suppress the stimulation.

It didn’t work.

My body refused to calm down.

“……”

Had I ever been this turned on before?

In the end, I reached down and brushed my fingertips lightly over one nipple.

“Nngh!”

I could clearly feel the hardened peak beneath my fingers.

And the moment I touched it, a violent shiver spread through my entire body.

Panting, I pulled my hand away slightly and circled around the sensitive skin with one finger instead.

Every movement made my knees bend and tense helplessly.

But no one was here watching me.

No one.

Breathing shakily, I glanced around the room.

Then my eyes landed on one of the fragrant oil bottles sitting nearby.

“……”

If I was going to masturbate anyway, it’d be better not to hurt myself.

Geum Seoyul’s skin was absurdly delicate. If I rubbed my chest too much without oil, it’d definitely end up raw.

And if someone found out my nipples were chafed?

I’d never be able to show my face again.

Without hesitation, I grabbed the bottle and poured a little oil into my palm before spreading it over my chest.

“Ahhn!”

That turned out to be a mistake.

The hardened nub beneath my palm felt even more sensitive than before.

And the slick friction only made me crave stronger stimulation.

Breathing harder now, I tossed the bottle aside and fully cupped my chest with one hand while tracing circles around my areola again with my fingers.

“Ah— hngh!”

The pleasure spreading through my body grew stronger and stronger.

And every time I writhed, the friction below only intensified it further.

I bit my lower lip. I shook my head. I had no idea what to do anymore.

Then suddenly I found myself wishing I had another hand.

The thought made me laugh breathlessly.

“Hah— ah!”

Though the sound came out more like a moan than laughter.

As I continued rubbing my chest, I slowly realized something frustrating.

Unlike in my previous life, I couldn’t finish from this alone.

At moments like this, having someone else’s hands would’ve been nice.

Preferably large hands.

Long, elegant fingers.

Like Namgung Hwi’s hands—

Hands shaped beautifully despite years of wielding a sword.

“……”

Why the hell was I thinking about Namgung Hwi right now?

I froze briefly, but the rapidly building pleasure refused to wait.

Unable to ignore it any longer, I slid one hand downward and grabbed myself through my underwear.

As I writhed against the bedding, the robe barely hanging from the edge of the bed slipped off and fell to the floor.

“…Nngh!”

Now even the sound of fabric hitting the ground felt strangely stimulating.

Maybe because I’d gone untouched for five years, my body felt more sensitive than ever.

Breathing hotly, I rubbed at the tip through the fabric, chasing pleasure instinctively.

Then suddenly—

I felt the muscles at my rear twitch.

And in that instant, realization hit me.

I could use the back too.

“Ah!”

If only I had something like a dildo right now.

But there was absolutely no way to get something like that in this world.

And honestly, who knew what would happen if I accidentally “awakened” Geum Seoyul’s body too much?

“…Nngh!”

I kept moving my hand desperately, waiting for release to come.

But after becoming aware of my rear entrance, climax refused to arrive.

Finally, I pulled my hand away from my cock and rolled back onto my stomach.

Raising my knees slightly, I lifted my hips.

The sensation of my nipples rubbing against the cloth made me whimper again as I coated one hand with oil once more.

Then I slid my hand behind myself, pushed my underwear aside, and touched near my entrance.

“Haang!”

Just brushing around it sent overwhelming pleasure crashing through me.

If I pushed a finger inside, the pleasure would definitely become even stronger.

But I had to hold back.

I circled around the entrance with my fingers while gripping myself with the other hand.

Every touch made my waist tremble, pressing my nipples harder into the bedding.

Spreading my legs wider, I raised my hips further and unconsciously rocked against the cloth beneath me.