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Hassan learning Aura
175 ? Hassan learning Aura #1
Swish, swish-.
I usually tie the knot at the waist of my trousers in a very tight and complicated way.
There was no particular reason, I just did it that way because it made me feel a little bit more at ease.
If someone were to try to untie something so tightly tied, it would obviously be quite a struggle.
Swish, swish-.
So the reason I’m thinking about knots now is because Hippolyte’s sister, Antiope, was kneeling before me with a really expressionless face, untying the knot at her waist.
“Why is this tied so tightly? It won’t come off.”
“No, what are you doing now?”
“I heard you decided to give oral sex to your sister?”
For a moment, my mind was frozen and I couldn’t understand what Antiope was talking about.
Then, all of a sudden, I realized that I was having a misunderstanding due to the difference in words. But I was also curious about what would happen next, so I just stayed still.
Antiope gets up and slaps my lower body with her palm.
“I’m kidding.”
I was slapped halfway through by Juji, so I flinched.
“Geeek!”
“Why are you so stiff? Are you going to eat me?”
What the heck, that was a stupid joke.
Are you trying to trick me even though you already knew everything?
Thanks to that, I had to calm my anger by tying up the half-untied knot again. How dare you play with my heart.
Do you think it’s okay to play with a man’s heart just because you’re pretty?
Do you think you can control your emotions by making me angry?
I would often get angry when I remembered the girl who bullied me when I was a freshman in college.
There was a time when I asked him if he liked me because he kept harassing and picking on me, thinking that he might have feelings for me.
what?
The expression that girl gave me back then is still a bit traumatic. Anyway, women who use their pretty faces as a shield to play with men’s hearts are no different from my enemies.
“What, are you mad? Don’t be mad. I’ll do something better for you.”
“Is there anything better?”
But it’s okay for a beauty. Sval, because your face is pretty, you’ll get over it quickly. They say that being born a beautiful woman is like passing the civil service exam.
I can totally understand that right away. Men are creatures who, unfortunately, are made incapable of resisting a pretty woman.
“What if it were better…?”
“Of course I’m lying. I’m sorry if you expected it. Consider it a punishment for waking me up.”
What the fuck.
I’m not even angry. It must be my fault for coming so early in the morning.
“So, where did Lady Hippolyta go?”
“Morning walk. I’ll be back soon. Wait here.”
I was thinking of going back, but she said she would be back soon, so I decided to just wait as Antiope said. It was awkward to be alone with this strange woman, so I just stared blankly into space.
“It looks like you decided to take lessons in Auror from your older sister?”
Perhaps because the silence was awkward, Antiope spoke to me first.
“I’m just starting to learn.”
“okay-?”
At my words, his dark blue eyes opened narrowly.
“He seems to have some talent.”
That ended the conversation.
Soon, Antiope begins to take off her clothes in a corner of this small, single room. I was surprised because I didn’t know why she was taking off her clothes, but it seems she was just changing clothes.
The tattoos that are densely applied to her back, buttocks, and thighs are very noticeable.
Don’t you mind if there’s a guy in the same room?
As I was glancing at her in wonder, Antiope spoke.
“Isn’t it cool?”
“What is it?”
“My drawings. It took me five years to write down this much karma.”
I don’t know if 5 years means it’s a short period of time or a long period of time. So I decided to just give it a try.
“I see. Five years. It took a long time.”
“Right? That’s how much effort was put into it.”
As for me, I just felt like, “Oh, that’s just how it is.” Antheope spoke as if she was very proud of the tattoos on her body.
Did you say that you drew on your body the tasks and achievements that you had accomplished?
I felt like I saw a glimpse of an application form on Antiope’s exposed back.
A resume filled with a long list of careers. Of course, if you have many achievements, you must be proud of them. That’s why you don’t hide yourself and show off a lot.
From our conversation just now, I think I know what kind of person this new Amazon woman is. She’s confident in many ways, and in some ways, the complete opposite of me.
Also, I’m more of a big, nerd, and Antiope is more of a bully who takes advantage of me. I’m weak to bully traits.
I think the reason I have a weakness for witches is because I’m weak against bullies.
When is Hippolyte coming? Hippolyte is a bit better because she seems like a girl who works hard at track and field rather than a bully who plays around.
As I was sitting on the chair in the corner, feeling slightly anxious, the tattooed woman, dressed in her usual revealing clothes, spoke.
“Want to touch it?”
“…yes?”
“I mean my tattoo.”
“Is that okay…?”
“Yeah, it’s boring to just wait like this.”
It was indeed as Antiope had said. It felt a bit odd to just wait like this, so I ended up reaching out to Antiope’s body.
But I didn’t know where or how to touch, so I just ran my fingers over his left shoulder.
Then a very strange phenomenon occurred.
Sssssss-.
The picture drawn on his shoulder began to move.
“This shit is freaking amazing.”
“Isn’t it amazing? It moves when you touch it. The drawing on his left shoulder is probably about when he defeated the one-eyed giant Gorgas.”
At Antiope’s words, I looked closely at the painting on his shoulder. Then, there, a picture of a woman holding a long spear stabbing a one-eyed giant to death was played out over and over again like a puppet show.
Subul is so damn amazing.
I never thought that visual media would exist in this world.
“Is this perhaps the power of grace?”
“Yes, I can draw on my body and absorb its power. That is the power of the Grace War Song that I received.”
“Aha-. Then how do you draw the corners that the back or body doesn’t touch?”
“That’s true, I do get help from other people. Anything beyond that is a secret, so it’s a secret.”
“okay.”
It’s been a while since I’ve met someone who possesses grace so unexpectedly. I felt very amazed at the existence of grace that was different from my dexterity.
So I touched it here and there. Every time I did, the pictures that were played back had their own story, so it was fun to look at them.
And there was also the primal excitement of touching the body of a young, pretty woman, so it was a nice way to pass the time.
Swish, swish.
It was only after I had a close look at her that I realized that Antiope’s sturdy body was quite scarred.
Hippolyte, a fellow warrior and her older sister, also had many minor scars, but Antiope’s body was even more so. Although they were well covered with tattoos, they were quite visible up close.
“Do you care about that scar? It’s the scar I got when I got stabbed by the fangs of a two-headed dog. It still stings and hurts whenever it rains.”
Antiope said, noticing that I was running my finger over the scar on my shoulder. At that very moment, black ink began to slither out of my hand.
What the fuck?
The tattoo was erased.
Shit, why can’t this be erased? Was it made to be erased?
I was so freaking embarrassed.
So, he pretended like it was nothing and pulled his hand back, scratched the back of my head, and asked me quietly.
“So, can the drawings carved into your body be erased?”
“This is karma that is deeply embedded in my body. It cannot be erased. Even if I wanted to erase it, I couldn’t.”
“Aha, I see.”
Shibul, I’m done.
In my eyes, the food spread and a strangely distorted picture appeared. Damn it, how on earth did they erase a picture that couldn’t be erased?
I wonder if this is how bathhouse attendants feel when they accidentally erase a tattoo.
“More than that, you. It feels really good when you touch my shoulder. Do you know how to give massages or something?”
“That’s true, but….”
“Good. Then, until you come back, please rub my shoulders. Since you let me touch my painting, you should do that much.”
Was he asking me to pay for touching a woman’s body? Of course, it was a reasonable request. But I was a little uneasy about whether I should touch her body.
Sval, what if the tattoo gets erased again?
“Come on, give it a try. Even if you can’t use Aura, you should be able to give a massage.”
But Antiope, unaware of my feelings, sat down on the floor with her buttocks facing me.
“Okay, then I’ll take it easy for you a little bit.”
“Yeah, I don’t expect much, so just do whatever you want.”
“I can’t take responsibility for anything that happens.”
“What’s going on when I’m just giving you a massage? You’re so funny. You’re as big as a tiger, but you’re such a coward. When I see a coward, I want to bully them-.”
It was Antiope laughing, “Huhuhuh.”
I slowly placed my palms on both of her shoulders.
Slurp.
For a woman, her muscles seem well developed. However, she also feels thinner than Hippolyte.
Kuk.
When I gently held it with my thumb and index finger, I felt a fairly elastic muscle repulsion. In this case, it would be better to say that my shoulder was tense.
“Yeah, okay, that’ll do.”
Swish, swish.
I stimulate the Jianjing point on the shoulder by pressing it with my hand.
“Is this level of strength good?”
“Ah, what is it? You’re pretty good…? Of course, you’re not as good as the masseuses in Wangseong, but… . Phew, phew…”
The more he rubbed her shoulder, the more Antiope breathed hotly as if she were in pain. If it were normal, Juji would have jumped at the sound of that woman’s peculiar breathing.
I don’t have the luxury of caring about that now.
The reason was that I could clearly see the drawings on her body being erased beneath my palm.
Shiva, didn’t you say something about karma that’s deeply embedded in the body? You said it can’t be erased, so why on earth is it being erased?
But if you think about it, the conditions and illnesses that I heal with acupressure are also deep-seated karma that cannot be cured with general healing magic.
The grace I have.
Is there anything more powerful than the grace this woman possesses?
“Euuung, huh, ha-. You’re pretty, pretty good at it. You’re pretty good. Pretty good…”
Unlike my head where various thoughts were running wild, my hands moved honestly and I pressed with my thumbs the parts that my hands couldn’t reach, such as the nape of my neck, my shoulders, and the areas below my shoulder blades.
Then Antiope trembled and slowly, as if collapsing from her position, fell to the floor naturally.
“Try it too, try it too. Quickly.”
Now, I even instruct them to naturally touch my back.
But I’m hesitant. If I continue massaging his back like this, the drawings on his back will also be erased. Didn’t he notice that the drawings were being erased?
So I asked, just in case.
“Is there anything that changes in your feelings or mood?”
“I don’t know, I feel a little tired. Anyway, please give me a back rub quickly. Hurry up and do it well, and I’ll give you something nice to do too.”
“Are you feeling good?”
“Yeah, it’ll feel really good. It’ll be like moving a stick back and forth in a hole.”
Just hearing that made me feel really good. As expected from a girl who deals with the trinity of tanning, tattoos, and smoking, she seems to have an open mind.
So, I put my palm on Antiope’s back with a feeling of, “I don’t know.”
When massaging the back, the flat base of the palm is mainly used.
If you use this part to press the muscles, the person receiving the massage will feel good, and the person giving the massage will be able to save strength quite comfortably.
Swish, swish.
I pushed up from her waist to her back, loosening her entire back. Then Antiope, who was lying face down on the floor, trembled and trembled.
“Heh, hah, well, you’re good. You’re pretty good. It’s not as good as the massage you got at Wangseong, but you’re still pretty good, huh…”
Every time, Antiope would repeat, like a parrot with limited vocabulary, that she was doing quite well. However, her body was heated up without any hiding, and sweat was dripping down her body.
Her back, rubbed against my palm and sweat, was now clean, with no trace of tattoos.
“Whoa, ugh, ugh…”
However, my hands continued to push up her back and waist without stopping. As I continued to press hard, Antiope screamed.
“Whoaaaa!”
At the same time, I felt my misaligned lower back being corrected with a cracking sound.
“My, my back… is broken…!”
Antiope seemed frightened by the loud noise, thinking that her back was broken.
I understand, because the noise was loud enough to make someone who didn’t know anything feel like there was something wrong with their bones.
“It’s not broken, I just straightened your back.”
“Correction…? When I hear it, it seems really cool…. What is it, what did you do…?”
“Can you correct other areas as well?”
So I pressed down hard on her shoulders and neck, applying strength to the bottom of her palm. Antiope, the tattooed woman, shuddered loudly every time she heard the sound of the ceiling collapsing.
“Gyaaaah, gyaaaaah, haaaaaa… .”
From her mouth came an unbearable groan, as if she were about to burst into tears at any moment.
“This, this is my first time… . Can you do it somewhere else, somewhere else too…? Here, here too…”
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