Volume 3 Chapter 146 Sensory Sharing Handjob
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
The bathtub was deep black.
Below it, the white marble step gleamed quietly.
The sharp contrast of black and white matched the Eastern beauty sitting on the step. Linca let her long hair fall freely, revealing her pale, flawless skin. She sat with her legs gently spread, waiting silently. On her lower belly, a fresh tattoo glowed faintly—an eerie mark recently drawn. The skin there looked tender, still a little sensitive from the process.
She let out a soft sigh.
The figure beside her moved closer and crouched gently between her legs. Without hesitation, he leaned in toward her, lips near her skin. Linca tilted her chin up slightly, eyes half closed.
The part just above the tattoo was noticeable, a delicate but strong place that seemed full of quiet energy. When touched, it felt soft and alive beneath careful attention.
Today was practice, focusing only on that spot. The rest would come later.
Linca seemed worried about making noise inside the quiet room. At first, she bit her finger nervously, then covered her mouth with her palm, trying to keep still. Still, small breaths escaped as she responded to the gentle care, her body relaxing in quiet waves of feeling.
A soft sound slipped out, almost like a whisper.
Her skin trembled slightly, and the glowing tattoo seemed to flicker gently. The sensitive place softened as the touch changed, but a warm, earthy scent rose, stirring something deep inside.
”Do you want more?” came the quiet question.
Linca’s eyes were distant, still caught in a calm, blissful moment.
After a pause, she nodded once, then shook her head quickly.
”I need to practice guiding you,” she said softly.
”Understood.”
Kian stood before her as she sat demurely, legs closed now. Warm bathwater dripped slowly around them, the marble beneath their feet cool and smooth. Linca leaned forward slightly.
The soft light from a magical stone lamp bathed them in an orange glow. Her black hair shone, and the pale skin of her shoulder caught the light softly.
Through the glowing tattoo, they shared a quiet connection. When Linca’s fingers touched the smooth surface nearby, a small shiver passed through her.
”Hold it gently,” Kian instructed.
She obeyed, fingers wrapping carefully.
”Move your hand slowly.”
A soft pressure followed, calm and steady. It wasn’t enough to fully satisfy, so she pressed a little firmer.
Her body responded with a slight movement, a quiet discovery of new feelings.
”Make a circle with your fingers as you move,” came the guidance.
”Yes.”
”Focus on the edges as you go.”
Her fingers slipped slightly on the smooth surface, slick with a clear touch, and she gasped quietly in surprise.
But she didn’t stop.
Like someone learning something new, Linca adjusted and continued with gentle care.
Soft sounds of contentment filled the air, delicate and light.
Her fingers moved in steady rhythms, working carefully. At first, she used one hand, then the other joined in, focusing on different spots. The sensation traveled through her, causing small tremors of pleasure. She leaned forward slightly, caught in the quiet moment.
Linca paused sometimes, her shoulders shaking gently with calm joy. To reach such a state from this alone was unusual for her, showing a new side being awakened.
”It feels nice,” she whispered, breath warm near the soft surface.
Her fingers continued, moving sure and steady, covering the area with gentle care.
Soft sounds escaped Linca’s lips, small and breathy, as she explored the sensations. “That spot… it feels different… warmer…” she murmured quietly, her voice barely above a whisper. “A gentle, deep feeling… something new inside.”
”This is the kind of feeling only a man can have,” Kian said calmly.
Linca blinked, surprised. “It’s… different from what I know. So strange.”
”Try using your fingertips lightly, like tracing a small circle. And with your other hand, don’t just move slowly—gently touch other places too.”
”The other place? I thought that was sensitive. I heard it’s better not to touch carelessly.”
”Just trust me. Think of it as a new experience.”
She nodded and began moving her hands carefully. Her fingers glided over smooth, warm skin, feeling the subtle curves beneath. When she pressed gently, a wave of strange comfort spread through her body, making her breath catch softly.
”…That place… it feels nice, like a calm warmth.”
”Yes, it’s different, but it makes your whole body feel relaxed.”
”Yes. Then, I’ll keep going.”
Her fingers moved slowly, pressing and swirling in small, tender motions. Meanwhile, her other hand traced gentle circles nearby. Her nails, trimmed and neat, barely brushed over a small, slick spot. The subtle motion sent an odd, pleasant tickle through her lower back and legs, making her knees wobble slightly. She seemed to be quietly enjoying this strange new sensation.
Soft, breathy sounds escaped from her lips—quiet, shaky, like gentle sighs.
When her hand left the nearby spot, she hesitated, fingers lingering a moment as if reluctant to stop, then moved back again. She gripped and rubbed with a bit more confidence, feeling warmth spread inside her as the motions continued. It was a strange and powerful feeling she hadn’t known before.
”W-what is this feeling? It’s strange… I think… I’m about to…” she whispered, voice trembling.
”That’s a natural feeling, a deep urge that comes without warning.”
Linca quickly eased her touch, trying to calm the rising sensations. Her fingers slowed, and the soft motions ceased. She seemed to want to avoid the growing feelings.
But the other was firm, not letting her stop so easily.
”Keep going, a little more. Hold it like this.”
”I… I can’t… it’s too much… too unfamiliar.”
Despite her words, Linca’s hand was gently guided back. Using the slickness of the skin, her motions grew more confident and steady.
”Oh… please… stop… it’s too much…”
”It’s just the way it feels. Can you handle this?”
She shivered, covering her mouth with her free hand. She shook her head softly, and her body tensed, lifting slightly from the cool marble beneath her. The place between her legs was damp and sensitive, and as she moved, thin threads of moisture appeared.
Mixed with the warm air from the bath, a sweet and faint scent rose quietly.
”No… my body… it feels like it’s breaking… please… stop…” she whispered.
But the hand holding hers pressed firmly, guiding her fingers in steady rhythms. The gentle pressure moved back and forth, coaxing small waves of feeling.
Soft sounds, almost like whispers, filled the room.
”Ah… please… no more… I’m begging…” her voice trembled, barely audible.
”It’s coming, yes. Let it happen.”
”No… please…”
A quiet cascade of warm sensations swept through Linca’s body for the first time. The overwhelming feeling made her lose control, and she collapsed gently onto the floor, relying only on the hand that held hers for support.
Her head bowed, her wet hair falling softly over pale shoulders. From beneath her, a clear warmth spread slowly, different from the bathwater, flowing quietly across the floor.
Some of the warmth even touched her hair, leaving it lighter than before. Linca, tongue just peeking out slightly, stayed frozen in the peaceful afterglow, as if all her thoughts had melted away in the gentle waves of feeling.
”Can you manage this kind of closeness?” Kian asked gently.
Linca didn’t answer right away. She shook her head weakly, still feeling overwhelmed. After such an intense moment, she couldn’t handle more just yet. Seeing this, Kian fetched a bucket to help clean her.
Quiet water poured over Linca as she sat, still dazed. He carefully washed her hair with soap, rinsing again afterward. Slowly, she began to come back to herself.
”I’ll pause the sensory connection for now,” Kian said.
”Okay,” she replied softly. “We’ll save the next step for another time.”
”Are you afraid of what might happen?” he asked.
Linca stayed silent a moment before shaking her head slowly.
”No… it was… very intense, but good.”
* * *
After Kian washed himself, they settled side by side on the marble step, facing each other. The sensory sharing remained off.
Warm skin pressed gently against him as Linca shifted her position, leaning close with her arms wrapped softly around his neck. She moved slowly, a quiet rhythm in her hips.
Her breath brushed his ear, light and steady.
He felt a subtle wetness around him, a strange but gentle sensation, almost like tiny movements along his skin, mixed with a comforting pressure.
This was a soft moment after everything that had happened, more about mutual closeness than anything else.
Her soft sounds filled the space between them—quiet, calming breaths that spoke of deep feeling.
As the sensation grew, Linca paused, head dipping low as if caught between tension and release. She seemed hesitant at first, then resumed her slow motion, reaching a gentle peak of feeling.
Her relaxed face came into view, eyes soft and lips slightly parted. Her tongue flicked out briefly, brushing across his cheek, carrying a faint, natural scent.
Their lips pressed together briefly, hands roaming over backs and hips with tender curiosity.
Linca’s movements were slow and smooth, their closeness sharing warmth and quiet joy. The soft touch beneath them seemed to pulse in time with their gentle motions.
She gasped softly, caught in a new wave of feeling, reaching another quiet peak.
”It feels nice,” she whispered.
”It’s responding,” Kian said quietly.
His fingers traced from her hips down to a sensitive spot, barely brushing as she shivered with gentle embarrassment.
”That place… it feels so different.”
”Yes. It’s special. Your own special feeling.”
Her cheeks flushed deeply, her voice barely a whisper.
”D-different… but… good…”
Her shy reaction stirred something strong inside him.
”You did well earlier. You’re learning.”
”Yes…” she said softly. “Keep trying. Help me more next time.”
”I’ll do my best.”
He brushed wet strands of her dark hair behind her ear. She nuzzled into his hand like a small animal seeking comfort.
”Okay, just a little more.”
”Hm?”
”I want to reconnect our senses.”
”Are you sure?”
”Yes. I want you to feel more, to understand.”
She smiled shyly.
”With the number of times left, it makes sense you want to learn more actively.”
”Y-yes! That’s right!”
”Good. This will help me practice too. Let’s start.”
”Yes…”
The connection began again. Though really, only Linca was receiving the sensations now—it wasn’t sharing but more like one-way learning.
”So… this is the feeling inside… The pressure, the tightness—it’s strange but nice.”
”Your warmth inside feels soft and comforting.”
”Definitely. The way it holds is just right… Maybe I’m better at this than I thought.”
”Yes. It feels very good.”
It was moving… slowly at first.
Linca’s hips began to sway again, tentative and soft, like she was feeling out the strange sensation. But little by little, her movements grew stronger, falling into a steady rhythm.
Her body shifted gently, changing the way warmth spread between them.
The tattoo on her crotch glowed faintly, and she let out a soft breath, “Ah…”
Suddenly, her movements became quicker, more urgent, a rhythm full of energy.
The soft sounds of their closeness filled the air—light touches and quiet movements blending with their breaths.
Her face was dazed, eyes half-lidded, while her chest moved gently with every motion. Not wanting to shake her too much, he pulled her closer.
At once, Linca let out a low, animal-like sound, wrapping her arms tightly around him. Her movements changed again, smaller but quicker now.
She kissed him deeply, her tongue sliding gently into his mouth. When she pulled back to breathe, she traced his lips and cheeks softly, full of quiet longing.
That warm, tender motion made him feel stronger, every second.
Her breath brushed over his face—soft and heavy—and her eyes, full of feeling, locked on his.
With a sudden motion, her body welcomed him completely, pulling him closer inside. The muscles in her lower body tensed, holding him tightly as waves of warmth surrounded them.
He couldn’t move; the closeness held him firm, soft and warm, locking them together.
Her lips parted slightly, a thin thread of drool trailing down as she pressed them back against his, gently exploring his tongue like a child seeking comfort.
His breath hitched. It was almost too much.
Then, with a trembling feeling deep inside, the tattoo on her crotch pulsed once more, and he felt a deep release of emotion and connection between them.
Linca’s lips shook with the sensation, her body stiffening for a moment before softening like she was floating.
She experienced a rare and special feeling, a mix of giving and receiving that left her breathless and a little lost.
Tears welled in her eyes as she stared up at him, her mind swirling in bliss.
Kian wrapped his arms around her, gently continuing, letting the warmth flow between them as he kissed her softly.
She moved her hips in response, pressing against him again, inviting another moment of closeness.
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Notes:
• Linca – Jibril’s favorite girl. High-ranking warrior monk woman from Shin, with strong abilities like ignoring attacks and poisons.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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