Peekaboo and the Slap of Submission
"P-Peekaboo... Y-You little bitch, I don't think you get to snuggle into the Vice Military Officer's arms..."
At those words, a spark of interest flickered in Dokgo Hwaryeon's eyes beside me, her lips curling into a smile.
"S-Sorry!"
"Ah, just be more careful from now on."
"Yes, ma'am..."
"Hehe."
Maybe it was the hierarchy issue, but it seemed news of Wiso-hwa and me had already spread. Despite her cheeks burning red, Seol Hwarin meekly bowed her head and addressed Wiso-hwa as "ma'am." Wiso-hwa, hearing herself called "ma'am," grinned ear to ear, flashing her pearly whites as if she'd completely forgotten slapping the girl's face moments ago. A total psychopath vibe.
Dokgo Hwaryeon, who killed anyone who pissed her off, and Wiso-hwa, who slapped cheeks with a beaming smile—after the face-slapping incident, the two were now exchanging subtle glances. I secretly clicked my tongue and shook my head.
Family education is the most important after all. Raised by old man Cheonma and old man Geom-ma, no wonder they're both like this. Tsk tsk.
It was the moment I resolved that if I ever got them pregnant and they had kids, I'd be the one handling their upbringing.
"Hmm... Seems she has some common sense after all. That's reassuring."
Dokgo Hwaryeon nodded approvingly, as if it was common sense that a lowly bitch shouldn't cling to my chest—or that smacking those massive tits was justified. Her expression softened considerably as she looked at Wiso-hwa.
"We'll wrap this up today as Geom-ma Elder suggested, but someday, you will come to me."
It wasn't full acceptance yet, but by slapping Seol Hwarin, she'd at least passed the minimum bar. Hearing words that implied approval for the concubine spot from Dokgo Hwaryeon's lips, Wiso-hwa stretched her eyes in her beaming grin and bowed her head.
"Th-Thank you, Little Cult Leader!"
"Good. We'll discuss the details later."
With that, Dokgo Hwaryeon shot me one last glance before turning to the still-humble Seol Hwarin and heading out. As she brushed past, her fingers grazed the back of my hand—like a playful "cut it out" tease that made me smile.
Click.
Finally, with the door's creak, Dokgo Hwayeon left with Seol Hwarin in tow. Suddenly, it was just me and Wiso-hwa in the room.
Ever since joining the Divine Cult, I'd eyed women without holding back my lust. And Wiso-hwa had come to me on Geom-ma's orders specifically to get pregnant. So as we locked eyes in the empty room, a lewd tension started to build between us.
"...The Elder told you to come get knocked up?"
"Yes..."
"Then shouldn't you start by stripping?"
"Ah! Y-Yes!"
Maybe embarrassed by the lack of foreplay, but excited too—her voice trembled as Wiso-hwa began peeling off her pristine white palace robes, layer by layer.
I raised a hand to pause her, then shifted to the edge of the bed, patting my thigh and nodding. Catching on to what I wanted, she slowed her movements dramatically this time, stripping with deliberate sensuality.
The rustle of fabric sliding off ignited my sleeping lust in an instant. I wanted to rip her clothes off right then and grind my cock between those thick thighs rivaling Seol Hwarin's.
Rip!
Using mana, I shredded my own clothes in a flash. Amid the fluttering rags, my cock sprang free.
Had she mastered some bedroom arts to seduce men? Wiso-hwa's swaying striptease froze for a moment at the sight. Unrivaled by any other, my cock's shape and size made her swallow hard, eyes glazing over like she was falling in love all over again. Then she resumed undressing.
Watching her strip show, stroking my shaft, until the final barrier—her underwear—hit the floor. At last, Wiso-hwa's naked body was fully revealed.
Unlike her puppy-like face, her half-white heritage shone through: massive teardrop tits, a plunging waist from that prominent chest. And from her slim waist, hips curving out in a perfect birthing shape. My lips twitched into a smirk.
"Why are you covering your chest? Move 'em so I can see."
Smiling at her coy wriggling, I spoke. Her eyes darted nervously before she squeezed them shut and slowly lowered her hands from her breasts.
Arms behind her back now, her tits jiggled slightly, revealing those shy pink nipples. I grinned.
"Wiso-hwa's are inverted, huh? Heh."
"...Yes..."
Not sure if she knew what "inverted" implied here, but she bit her lip anxiously, worried I might hate inverted nipples.
First inverted ones I've seen. Collection's growing. Heh.
For me, inverted or not, as long as it tasted good, who cared? Plus, bedding a new type had its own thrill. I patted my thigh again, shooting her a look, as she tensed up staring at me.
Clenching her tiny fists, ignoring my throbbing cock below, she demurely perched her ass on my thigh.
I stroked her back softly, then grabbed her nape, pulling her in for a kiss.
Geom-ma had kept her pure, it seemed—her first kiss had her peach fuzz standing on end, skin prickling with tension.
"Mmph... Chup!"
But only for a moment. Despite the unfamiliar sensation, she trembled under my touch, clumsily mimicking my tongue play.
Heh. Inverted nipples? Time to turn 'em into full erogenous zones.
For that, she needed arousal and sensitivity. And I had plenty of ingredients for it.
As she suckled my tongue clumsily, I fed her saliva. Obeying unconditionally, she slurped it like sweet nectar.
Unlike her ditzy puppy act earlier, her pure submission drew a satisfied chuckle from me.
Slurp. Smooch.
Misreading my laugh as approval, her actions intensified. Licking my tongue softly, grazing it with her upper teeth on the pullback. Then, mimicking me, feeding me her own spit.
Pretending innocence while doing whatever she wanted—it was adorable.
She's learned a lot from watching, huh.
Was it the aphrodisiac in my fluids kicking in? Amid her eager caresses, her hot breath tickled my nose.
Judging the timing right from her reactions and groping hands, I slowly pulled back.
"Haa... Haa..."
Licking her lips obscenely, swallowing, her glazed eyes satisfied me. Lowering my gaze, those massive areolas now sported nipples peeking out shyly.
Whew, almost missed the nipple debut from kissing alone.
Sighing in relief, I leaned down and engulfed the perfectly ripened tip.
"Haaahn!"
The first jolt on her hypersensitive body made her hug my head tight, that firm, cute texture against my mouth.
Sucking hard, my free hand pinched and tugged the left one. Feeling her hot breaths through my hair, I nibbled contentedly.
"Heut! Eut!"
Despite my incubus-laced caresses, her moans were muffled grunts, like she was holding back.
Didn't want to cum from tits alone like some weak bitch, huh?
Try holding out if you can. Heh.
I didn't know exactly what my saliva did, but no woman had ever endured my fluid-assisted play. Her quivering attempts to resist only stoked my competitive fire.
Was gonna tease the nipples lightly and move on, but nah.
Diverting my eyes from her plump hips and pale inner thighs, I went all-in on nipple development, working tongue and fingers.
Slurp. Chup. Smack.
The suction now incomparable, her arms crushed my head tighter in proportion, pressure skyrocketing amid her choking moans.