Episode 5
Episode 5
Translation: Godtl
"Are you just going to stand there like a wooden block forever?"
"......Tch."
Ju-rin gritted her teeth for a moment before slowly bending her knees. The humiliation burned stronger than the anger.
Unaware—or perhaps indifferent—to her inner turmoil, her body, clad only in undergarments, swayed heavily forward.
She wanted to bite her tongue off right then and there, but she couldn't bring herself to make that choice.
No matter what happens this time, I have to endure. If I don't, I'll only be a burden to my lady.
Ju-rin was one of the talents the Sword Demon Clan had placed beside Cheon Yu-rin to ensure her success. But if she couldn't be of help, the least she could do was not become a hindrance.
The thought of showing such disgrace to Cheon Mu-jin, who was smirking right in front of her, was unbearable—yet she had no choice.
Thud.
Ju-rin's elbows touched the floor. Her chest soon followed, pressing against the cold surface. A faint tightness constricted her breathing.
"Bow lower."
Grit. Clenching her teeth, Ju-rin lowered her head until her forehead scraped the ground. She felt like a criminal prostrating in repentance. Humiliation now outweighed shame. Never in her time with the Sword Demon Clan had she been forced into such disgrace—performing the Five-Point Prostration in nothing but undergarments. And now, she had to debase herself before the very man who orchestrated this torment.
"Does 'I'm sorry' usually come with sealed lips?"
"......My apologies."
"Even a snot-nosed brat can parrot words when ordered."
"......"
Cheon Mu-jin rose carefully from his seat and stepped behind her.
"Why... behind me—?"
"Stay down. Move, and I won't accept your apology."
Rage surged as she watched him casually inspect her body. But she bit her tongue—losing her temper now would render everything meaningless. She endured, trembling at the corners of her eyes.
"Pleasant view. Spread your legs wider—might actually feel some remorse then."
"What does that even have to—"
Mu-jin pressed his foot firmly against her ankle. Ju-rin fell silent, instinctively understanding the unspoken command. Her jaw clenched hard enough to hurt.
"...Didn't take you for this kind of pervert."
"Shut it."
Reluctantly, she parted her legs. Only the thin fabric of her undergarments shielded her now. Knowing his gaze lingered there made her shiver with shame.
It's fine. The underclothes are still covering me.
She clung to that feeble comfort, steeling herself.
***
"You may rise."
"I will never forget today's disgrace."
"Hoh?"
Mu-jin was almost impressed. At this point, he couldn't tell if she was stupid or just prideful.
Might as well knock her down now. Or should I just go for it?
He had more than enough justification. Pushing further wouldn't be an issue.
"Pathetic. Kicking away an apology after all this."
"I already apologized!"
"Ah, but I haven't accepted it yet."
"That's—that's absurd!"
"Is it? I decide when an apology counts."
"...I misjudged you. You're truly vile."
"Flattered. And since we're being honest—this vile man has one last request for your sincere apology."
He licked his lips, his gaze raking over her. Ju-rin stiffened, realizing his intent. Immediately, she dropped back into prostration, pressing her forehead to the ground with speed rivaling a Movement Art. But it was futile.
"Too late."
"Please—just one more chance—!"
"A chance? Fine."
"R-Really?!"
"Strip."
"......What?"
Mu-jin grinned. The opportunity had passed. Now, it was about breaking her further while securing his advantage. Her ample chest was tempting, but breaking her properly meant gaining a long-term informant within the Sword Demon Clan. A mere dalliance would be a waste.
"...If I do this, will it truly be over?"
"Depends on your dedication. I reward sincerity."
"...Understood."
Ju-rin avoided his gaze, her eyes locked on the floor. Her hands trembled as they rose to untie her undergarments.
Ah. Her first time, it seems.
This world, steeped in martial traditions, was far more conservative than modern times. A maiden serving a Sword Demon Clan heir candidate would undoubtedly be untouched. Witnessing her bare herself—prostrating naked in apology—was a rare spectacle.
"How much longer? My time's valuable."
Tch—!
Her fingers finally moved. The undergarments were plain—near-monochrome black. But their size was the real issue.
Ridiculously skimpy. Not that I'm complaining.
The chest wrap strained against her fullness, barely containing its burden. Worse were the two peaks pressing visibly against the fabric.
Excited, are we?
The erect nipples stood so prominently they seemed ready to pierce through the breastband. Cheon Mu-jin suppressed a leaking smirk. Did Ju-rin even realize her current state? If she knew, she wouldn't be standing so boldly. And below was nothing short of a battlefield. If the upper half was on the verge of a fierce battle, the lower half had already been ravaged beyond repair. The undergarments meant to conceal her lower body had long lost their function. Was it because she'd spread her legs earlier while prostrating? The part meant to serve as panties had its strings pulled taut, twisted slightly to the side. As a result, the pubic hair she'd struggled to conceal peeked through. Just as I expected.
During his time playing the game, he'd never encountered Ju-rin's storyline. So he knew absolutely nothing about her physique. But unless she was naturally hairless, every woman in this era had pubic hair—waxing culture simply didn't exist here. Cheon Mu-jin moved behind Ju-rin without hesitation, his hands slowly tracing over her body. "Hup!"
Whether she'd already resigned herself to what was coming, Ju-rin trembled but didn't resist his touch. A favorable situation, indeed. Is she trying to endure it?
Her body was tense with exertion. In moments like these, nothing worked better than startling her. "Your skin is soft."
The first touch was light. Cheon Mu-jin slowly began kneading her shoulders, arms, and the curve of her lower abdomen. "Hhng..."
As he pressed his nose against the nape of her neck and worked his hands over her body, her skin gradually warmed. The mingling scent of her natural fragrance and sweat created an intoxicating, sensual aroma. When he glanced down, Ju-rin's voluptuous breasts came into view. The growing sheen of sweat had dampened both her skin and undergarments, the fabric now clinging tightly. The tips of her nipples, even more pronounced than before, peeked through the soaked material. She was clearly beginning to get aroused. "You don't seem to dislike it?"
Cheon Mu-jin gently pulled her closer. "Sit."
On his lap, of course. Ju-rin obeyed without resistance. The moment her soft buttocks settled against his thighs, his body reacted before he could stop it. Twitch. The other extension of his being—one he took great pride in—began to swell. By rough estimation, it had to be about 30 cm. And now Ju-rin was seated right atop it. She must have noticed.
There was no way she hadn't noticed. Slowly, he shifted his hands. The lower abdomen was a strategic stronghold—equally viable for moving upward or downward. His fingers brushed toward her breasts, and Ju-rin didn't resist. Squeeze, squeeze. As he kneaded slowly, hot breaths escaped her lips. "Haaah... hngaaah..."
He began caressing her in earnest. By now, Ju-rin's eyes had completely glazed over. This was the moment. Cheon Mu-jin traced her lips a few times before sealing his mouth over hers. The moment his tongue slipped in, Ju-rin—predictably—accepted it. Resistance was no longer even an appropriate word. In the heat of the moment, she was no longer a woman forced into this act. Her will had already crumbled, and she was beginning to welcome him. "Hnnph, schlrp."
As their lips moved, saliva mingled, and sticky, wet sounds filled the air. Ju-rin's mind grew hazy from the unfamiliar sensation of a kiss. Reluctant as she was to admit it, Cheon Mu-jin's kiss made her feel good.Gulp. The saliva sliding into her mouth tasted inexplicably sweet. "Schlup. Hhuup..."
The kiss deepened, growing more fervent. Before long, it was Ju-rin who became engrossed in it. It felt too good. More than anything, the tingling sensation building in her lower abdomen was strange and fascinating. Then, she felt something prodding insistently against her backside. She could guess what it was—undoubtedly his manhood, and an exceptionally assertive one at that.