5. Ju Cheong-ah (Royal Capital Hotel)
The hot steam from the bath clouded her vision. Cheong-ah halted her steps, looking somehow awkward.
"What's wrong?"
"Ah... well, um. I usually just shower, so this is my first time actually bathing like this, you know."
Hearing her words, I paused to think. A neat freak like her must have bathed plenty of times before... I quickly pieced it together.
"Since you could see, right?"
"Yes, exactly. I've never seen steam this thick before. It's fascinating."
Cheong-ah nodded. ...There really was so much that was new to her.
I took her hand and led her first to the shower area.
"Then let's start by washing up?"
"Should I wash you like usual?"
"No, it's fine. Today, I'll wash you first."
"My husband... will?"
"Yeah."
Normally, she insisted it was a wife's duty to tend to her husband during showers, so she'd wash me every time. And on top of that, she'd milk me dry of my semen... no, extract it. Since she had to consume it anyway, doing it in the shower felt cleaner than at bedtime, so I actually preferred it. Ever since we got together, I'd entrusted my body to her hands almost every wash.
But today was different. I gently tugged her hand.
"Come here."
"Oh my..."
Cheong-ah came easily into my arms. Her firm yet soft, curvaceous body pressed against me—full and voluptuous in all the right places. Was it thanks to the training she'd put me through? My stamina and strength had improved enough that she felt incredibly light.
The sweet fragrance wafting from her. I buried my nose in her skin and inhaled deeply.
"H-husband?" Her voice trembled in surprise.
"What?"
"It's embarrassing... Could you not do that?"
"Got it."
Still holding her, I sat on the chair provided in the bath. I settled her on my lap, wrapped an arm around her waist to support her comfortably, and stroked her thigh.
"Let's see... where should I start washing first?"
Her skin was incredibly smooth, soft on the surface but springy and elastic underneath—a plump, chewy texture utterly different from her breasts. Cheong-ah squirmed slightly under my touch.
"Eek... mm."
"Stay still."
"Y-yes..."
Her face flushed as she bowed her head demurely. I reached out first. For a medieval setting, the shower amenities were surprisingly advanced. I had no idea how they had body wash and shampoo in this world... but whatever, probably magic or alchemy.
I pressed my palm against the magic tool labeled body wash, and a thick liquid squirted out. I rubbed my hands together to lather it up. Nice, fluffy bubbles formed. With that, I placed my palm on the sole of Cheong-ah's foot.
"Starting from here."
She panicked instantly—a reaction fitting for the woman who insisted women's feet shouldn't be exposed and even slept in socks.
"H-husband?! The, the feet...!"
I tightened my arm around her to hold her firm. She could easily break free if she channeled mana, but... I didn't worry about that. She wasn't the type to use mana just to escape my embrace.
"Hey, I said stay still."
"B-but."
"No buts. Cheong-ah. Who am I?"
"W-what? Well...?"
"Your husband wants to touch you, and you're embarrassed? Or am I too weak to qualify as your husband? So weak that even touching your feet is too shameful?"
"...That's not it."
"Then stay still."
"Hng... o-okay."
She stopped resisting my arm, just as I asked. Smirking inwardly, I brought my hands to her feet.
"Hng..."
Small and dainty feet. Her skin was already pale, but the sensitive soles, rarely exposed to sunlight, were even whiter and softer.
"Amazing—no calluses at all."
"Hngt... Yeah. Th-that's thanks to the shoes I wear... Mother always said a woman's feet must be beautiful and gave them to me."
"Ah, those danghye you always wear?"
"Yes. They're enchanted too."
"Makes sense—they never get dirty."
I kneaded between her toes, spreading the lather as she answered.
"Husband."
"Yeah, what is it?"
Finally, she buried her even redder face—uncharacteristically flushed—against the nape of my neck.
"...Pl-please stop with the feet now."
"Almost done. Just bear with it a bit."
"Hngt... You're too much."
I lathered up more body wash and worked my way up her calves. Despite running together daily for training, her calves and thighs were slender. I massaged them slowly upward.
"Aht... mmph."
Soon, her hips. I pressed my fingertips gently into her lower abdomen, coating it in foam. Her small, rough hand gripped mine. Cheong-ah shook her head, eyes misty.
"Ah, haa. Husband. Not there yet..."
"Yeah, saving that for last."
I moved my hands again. A waist as slender as fine silk thread. Firm abs in a perfect V-shape, and a cute little navel.
"Eek...?!"
"Gotta wash here clean too."
"Hng..."
When I slipped a finger into that unpierced hole, her body trembled faintly. I kneaded her belly, strummed her ribs like piano keys, and finally reached the bountiful flesh.
A massive weight filling my entire palm. How did breasts this huge attach to such a slim frame? I kneaded them softly, tapping with my fingers.
"Ahh..."
A soft nasal moan escaped her. I called her name as her eyelids fluttered shut.
"Cheong-ah."
"Y-yes? Mmph..."
I kissed her immediately. Her eyelids closed fully as our lips met. Her arms draped around my neck. I slipped my tongue between her lips while kneading her breasts—not roughly, but with delicate control.
Tap-tap. The softness yielding to each knuckle. My fingertips brushed her areolae, feeling a smoothness distinct from the breast flesh. Her refined beauty and overflowing maternal warmth contrasted with the vulgar seductiveness of those wide areolas.
"Your tits are so slutty-shaped."
"Hmph, mm... You're awful."
Deeper in, inverted nipples radiating even lewder allure. I prodded both shyly hidden tips with my index fingers.
"So... you hate it?"
"Haa, I didn't say that."
"Then you like it?"
"...I don't know."
The bumpy texture inside the holes. Tormenting her nipples, her breaths grew ragged.
"Tell me—how is it?"
"Hng... G-good."
Her thighs rubbed together faintly. Below her lower belly, her pussy lips quivered, oozing sticky nectar.
"Uht... mm."
The nipples swelled under my fingers. They finally peeked out from their hiding spots.
"Aa, eek."
"Your nipples are rock-hard, Cheong-ah."
"Huuht... Really..."
I pinched both with thumb and forefinger, tugging gently, rubbing slyly. White foam clung to the pale pink tips.
I tormented them relentlessly, then slid my right hand downward.
"Time to wash below?"
The one spot left untouched. Her pussy, gaping and spurting love juices.
Squelch. Sticky nectar coated my hand on contact.
"Haven't even touched it properly, and you're already soaked, Cheong-ah."
"...Because you kept teasing everywhere else."
"Hmm. So it's not because you're lewd?"
"But you made me this way."
"Did I?"
I chuckled softly, caressing the plump outer labia.
Squelch-squelch. Soap bubbles mixed with her juices for a slick, viscous feel.
"Haa... haht. Husband. Wait..."
"What, gonna cum?"
"N-no way... You just started... Hngkt."
Her clit swelled between my fingers. I trapped the firm nub and rubbed.
Squelch-squelch-squelch.
"Haht, ah, hng... huuht! A-ahh... W-wait... aaang!"
Her pussy gushed more, growing sloppier. Spurt—
"Hng, hak..."
I nipped her earlobe, feeling the crunchy cartilage against my lips.
"Aang..."
Sensing the hot gush of nectar, I turned on the shower to rinse my hand. The foam washed away instantly. I brought it straight to her twitching, spurting pussy.
Squelch...
"Haaaht...!"
Her slender neck arched back. I pulled her frail, whimpering body against me.
"I'll make you cum."
"N-nooo... haaak...!"
Two fingers plunged inside. Tight walls clenched fiercely. Wrinkled, smooth vaginal flesh gripped like teeth.
Squelch-squelch-squelch-squelch.
I curled them fast, pressing and pistoning. Nectar sprayed wildly. Tension knotted her lower belly harder.
"Aaaang! Hak...! Aaht...! H-husband, stop, stooop...! Aaahng!"
"It's okay, Cheong-ah. Cum for me."
Squelch-squelch-squelch-squelch...!!
"Aaaaaaaah...!"
Spluuuurt...! Spurt-! Spluuuush...!
Intense pressure from her entrance. Hot jets blasted my palm. Her back shuddered against my chest, toes pointed straight as her legs quivered uncontrollably.
Watching her climax, panting myself—
My cock throbbed harder, blood surging. It rubbed her ass cheeks up and down.
"...Cheong-ah."
"Nyeeh...?"
Still riding the afterglow, her tongue slurring slightly. I gripped both her thighs and slowly lifted them.
"I'm putting it in."