[16. Red Evil Mercenaries - Cheong-ah, Carriage]
Cheong-ah's hands were incredibly rough. For a beauty on her level, you'd expect delicate, slender fingers—soft and pretty enough to rank among her charms. But despite her near-peerless allure, her hands were the exact opposite: callused and scarred to hell. And why not? She swung her sword every single day until her palms blistered, never missing a beat.
If it was her turn for a commission, she'd train relentlessly. If not, she'd train even harder. She didn't slack off with booze like Bella or indulge in gluttony like Dina. Every day was pure, unyielding dedication to the blade—no breaks, no rest. Her only "downtime" was meals and the occasional glance at my training, excluding sleep. So her hands being this battered? That'd be weirder if they weren't.
Those iron-hard hands, forged from a lifetime gripping steel, now wrapped around my cock.
"My lord husband's cock is so stiff."
"Of course it is—you got me all worked up."
"Hnng... that's such a nice thing to say."
"Urgh..."
The rough scrape against my sensitive skin drew out a groan I couldn't hold back. Sure, her touch was coarse, but the way she handled me so carefully—trying to be gentle—only made my rigid shaft throb harder in her grasp.
"...Ah."
My exposed real cock twitched too. But at my voice, Cheong-ah flinched and glanced around warily.
"What's wrong? Suddenly."
"My lord, does it hurt? I'm sorry... my hands are so rough..."
"Hurt? Nah, the roughness just grazes it right—feels good."
Her face fell into a pout, so I stroked her hair and pulled her close to my chest.
"...Really?"
"Yeah, really."
"Heehee... okay."
Her lips brushed my nipple, and with a soft smile, she parted them, tongue darting out to lick.
"Lick, slurp... then I'll continue my service, my lord."
Her other hand slowly kneaded my cock while tugging down my pants. The pent-up erection sprang free, standing tall and proud.
"Ah... heehee."
A giggle as she eyed it. Schlick, schlick.
"My lord's cock is so big... lick... even both my hands can't wrap around it fully."
She stroked up and down with both hands—too massive for her grip. Her fingers teased the sensitive glans, slow and torturous.
"Urgh, enough already."
I reached for her hand in frustration, but she blocked me with her free one.
"Hng. No. Today I'm serving you, so my lord has to stay still."
"But..."
You're teasing me to death here.
I shot her my best puppy-dog eyes. She met them with a grin.
"Heehee, you look just like a rain-soaked pup gazing up all pitiful. So cute."
"Even so, this is too much."
"Oh my?" Smack.
"Don't get upset, my lord. I'll serve you properly now."
"I'm not upset, it's just..."
"Heehee. Got it. Like this, then."
Her thumb grazed the frenulum—that tender string linking foreskin to glans, packed with nerves. My body jerked involuntarily.
"Hng... does here feel good?"
Squish... Pre-cum beaded out. Her thumb smeared the slick, clear fluid over the head.
"Ngh, fuck..."
"Mmm, it's throbbing so hot... haa... lick... slurp. Hng... every time I tease your nipple with my tongue, you twitch so cutely..."
Squelch... Her strokes quickened, top to bottom. More pre-cum leaked, lubing her palms.
"Haa... ngh. Hnng...