Ju Cheong-ah (Outdoors, en route by carriage.)
Ju Cheong-ah (Outdoors, en route by carriage.) ※ This chapter might be a bit uncomfortable for those without immunity to armpit fetishism.
Cheong-ah's hands swiftly undid the drawstring and buttons of my pants. Pop—pop—plink. The buttons came free in a rush, and my cock—crushed and stifled inside, unable to lift its head—sprang up like a jack-in-the-box, standing tall in an instant.
At the sight, Cheong-ah feigned surprise, covering her mouth as a giggle escaped. "Heehee... You startled me."
"W-Wait a sec. You're really gonna do it here?" I asked, my face twisting in bewilderment. I'd thought she was joking, but no—she'd actually pulled my dick out. Sure, no one was around, but in broad daylight? On a road where people could pass by? It threw me off a little.
...Who knew Cheong-ah could be this bold?
Hearing my question, the corners of her mouth curved up seductively—a smile that shook my resolve and tempted me. My churning thoughts filled my head with defiance: Who cares if someone sees? Screw what anyone thinks.
"Would I pull this out just for a joke?"
"...Damn, for real."
I shrugged helplessly and wrapped my arm around her waist. Pulling her close, I pressed my lips to hers. Mm. My slightly dry lips covered her moist ones as I slipped my tongue inside. Her tightly clenched teeth parted at once, and her smooth, plush tongue came out to greet mine.
Slurp... Our tongues tangled, the sweet taste and scent of her saliva flooding up through me.
"Smack—mwah."
"Mmgh..."
Her small hand slowly reached my cock. How did such tiny fingers swing a sword bigger than she was? I felt the calluses on her palm against my glans. Shlick—shlick. She began stroking up and down, rubbing it teasingly.
I slowly ended the kiss and pulled back. Cheong-ah pouted, her eyebrows furrowing in disappointment. "Husband, is the kissing over already?"
But even if she was bummed, there was no helping it. "...Gotta drive the carriage."
"Ah... You're right. This wife spoke out of turn."
Truth be told, I wanted to keep kissing just as much as she did. Kissing her always made something warm and ticklish stir in my chest—my possessiveness swelling stronger, screaming that this woman was mine.
"Then, as penalty for this wife's slip, I'll service you, husband."
"Yeah, go ahead."
I nodded with a playful flourish at her formal words, focusing my eyes ahead. Clop—clop-clop.
Her hand moved rhythmically. Her lips parted—ahh—and thick saliva dripped from her mouth, coating my urethra and spreading over the entire glans, down the shaft. Squelch-squelch-squelch. Lewd wet sounds echoed from the lubrication.
"Husband, how is it? Feels good?" Cheong-ah whispered low, her lips brushing my ear.
I just nodded instead of answering. Don't ask—it's hard to talk. Doing this outdoors in broad daylight, where anyone might pass by... The anxiety of getting caught paled next to the thrill of it being the stunning beauty Ju Cheong-ah doing this to me.
"Lick my ear too."
"...Heh. Greedy one." A slender laugh, then a wet, warm breath against my ear. Slurp—schlurp. Sticky sounds reverberated inside. Her lips nibbled my earlobe softly as her tongue probed my ear canal. Schlick—slurp—smmph. Slurp.
"Husband, mm... haa..."
Her hand stroking my cock sped up as she teased my ear. Squelch-squelch-squelch-squelch... Copious precum leaked from my tip. The calluses grazing my shaft, mixed with the soft skin between them, stimulated me harder and harder.
"Nghhh..."
With pleasure flooding my brain, I gripped the reins tight to stay focused.
"Your cock's scorching hot, husband."
"Feels too damn good..."
"Does it? Hee... I'm glad."
Her sultry whisper nearly made me lose it, my mind drifting entirely to my dick.
"What else shall I do for you, husband? Keep licking your ear while stroking? Or..." Ready to cum?
I blurted out at her teasing whisper. "Lift one arm."
"...Pardon?"
Cheong-ah blinked, as if doubting her ears. But my answer was firm. Why had my cock been so pissed off in the first place? Her armpit. Yeah—Cheong-ah's. White and plush despite the deep hollow, lightly wrinkled. Lewd as her pale pink pussy, glistening just as invitingly. That's what had gotten me hard.
"Switch hands stroking me and lift the arm on my side."
"W-Wait, husband. What do you...?"
She flustered. I enunciated each word. "Do. It."
"N-Nghh. A-Alright."
At my command-not-command, she shuddered in shame but switched hands and slowly raised one arm.
"Hand behind your head."
"Hic... Really..."
Her clothes shifted aside. With her hand behind her head, her snowy-white armpit was fully exposed. Not a single downy hair—just faint wrinkles on creamy skin. My eyes locked on it; unconsciously, I leaned in close.
"H-Husband?! Hic, th-that's dirty...!"
"Shh... Nothing on you could ever be dirty to me."
No sweat even, so what dirt...? Hell, even if sweaty, it'd be better. Cheong-ah's sweat didn't carry her flesh's floral scent—instead, it reeked thickly of a bitch in heat, like the slutty juices from her pussy.
I stuck out my tongue for a tentative lick. "Hyah?!"
The plush flesh brushed my tongue tip. Her skin's faint scent—no, taste. No saltiness at all. Lick—lick—lap-lap.
"Hah, ah, aaah... Hic... Hn."
Her body twisted more and more, like I was eating her pussy.
"Ah, s-stop. Husband, mm... No, ahn."
"Cheong-ah, you can't stop your hand, right?"
"Ah, hic... Y-Yes. Mm."
Clop—clop—clop.Squelch—squelch—squelch.
"Haa... Ha... Aaah."
Lately, constant travel left us exhausted with no proper bed, so we'd skipped full sex. But she needed my cum daily, so I'd settled for handjobs. Maybe that's why? Lately, just her hands and mouth had made her cocky. Superior, even. Like she was above me.
I didn't mind usually—she was stronger, and I was the mana-less scrub earning less. But in bed? No way. A man's pride was on the line.
"Slurp—schlurp... Lap."
"Hyah... Hn... H-Husbaaand..."
"What, you getting off on your armpit? Huh?"
"N-Nooo... Hn."
Her legs crossed tightly. Her steady breaths grew ragged, moans spilling freer. Lick-lick. I teased more blatantly, tickling her pit with my tongue.
"Liar. You're feeling it."
"Ah, ahn... N-Nooo. Hn."
Smack. Her pit grew slick with my saliva, dripping down to wet the bandages wrapping her breasts.
"Eek...! C-Can't take more."
"Hm...?"
Suddenly, her stroking hand blurred with speed. "Guh?!"
Rough calluses flashed over my glans. The sensitive flesh quivered under the assault. Ejaculation built fast. Balls ached, urethra throbbed. My tip gaped, cock swelling.
"Nghhhh...!"
"Cum, cum for meee... Husband, hn... Aaaah! W-Wait... No, nooo."
I wouldn't lose...! Tongue out flat—not just the tip—I lapped her slutty pit broadside. Slurp—schlurp... Lickkkk...! Then stiffened my tongue tip hard, stabbing deep into the innermost flesh.
At that, my cock erupted in her hand, spewing cum wildly. "Aaaahhh...!"
"Nghaaaaaa...!"
Splurt—splurt—spluuurt...! Thick white ropes arced over the driver's seat, splattering the road.
"Hahk, huff..."
"Hnnngh. Hic, haaaah."
I barely clung to the reins. Cheong-ah slumped against the backrest, climaxing from my tongue work, one armpit glistening wet. She draped her arm over her forehead, panting heavily.
"Haa, haa..."
...I won. Sure, I came, but her frantic stroking started first—judgment victory for me. A bit of post-nut clarity hit, but I upheld my manly pride!
Secretly thrilled, Cheong-ah whispered huskily. "Husband..."
"Y-Yeah? What?"
"No more here. Beg once more..."
"And?"
From the shadow of her arm, eyes glinting with faint fury, she glared and ground out. "...And I'll double your training time from now on."
"Ah..."
Judgment win my ass... Total defeat.