Superb Master Buy One Get One Free
"Hoo... It seems I should get up from my seat."
Dokgo Hwaryeon rose from her chair mid-seduction, putting on a tantalizing display to draw out Juyeonhui. On the surface, it looked like my wife was throwing herself at another woman—which could've made me seem like utter trash—but this was all part of our telepathic exchange, so I flashed her a bright smile and spoke up.
"Go ahead, sis. You've only just returned from the front lines; you must be exhausted."
"...Ah, I'm not that tired yet..."
Stammering a bit, Dokgo Hwaryeon subtly adjusted her revealing robes to flaunt her sleek figure, sending me our private spousal signal. Hadn't we already promised a steamy night if victory came? Sure, Dong Chobak and Juyeonhui's arrival had delayed it, but the war's outcome was sealed with the imperial family's VR readout as the main event. All we had left was time... and my dick. So I nodded approvingly at Dokgo Hwaryeon's unintentional support—her jealousy-fueled flaunting of our bond.
"Then I guess no need for that private massage tonight?"
"Ah, y-yes! I mean, no. What I meant is, I'm not tired now, but after today's heavy workload, I surely will be. You know how cleanup after any mess takes the most effort...?"
Dokgo Hwaryeon, who secretly loved rare modern indulgences like massages from me, widened her eyes and shook her head vigorously at my words. Her grumbling turning to flustered panic was adorable. Who knew the once-empty-headed Dokgo Hwaryeon could act this cute? Women really are shaped by their men, I thought, my left ball tingling as we exchanged smiles—our lovey-dovey display making Juyeonhui's lips twitch in jealous fury, which tingled my right ball.
Heh. Limited editions and sold-out items are always the hottest.
The item that caught her eye turned out to be an ultra-rare luxury no longer available—and the woman who'd openly looked down on her for being "inferior" was now grinning while toting it around? If Juyeonhui lacked the power to claim it, fine, but she was a woman who could've forcibly stolen me from Dokgo Hwaryeon without the Cheonma's backing. This cocktail of circumstances was intensifying the heat in her eyes, unwittingly lifting the corners of my mouth.
"Hmm... For someone talking about heavy duties, you seem awfully relaxed, don't you think, sis?"
She'd caught my hint to scram so I could seduce Juyeonhui, but anticipation for the night ahead had her lowering her eyes seductively with a smile, nodding. "Hehe. Don't be too harsh now that I'm leaving. Procedures exist for a reason, don't they?"
Finishing with me, Dokgo Hwaryeon loomed over Juyeonhui, still seated, looking down like status meant nothing—right now, she was the one who had me. With a haughty sniff, she bent at the waist in farewell. Juyeonhui, experiencing such brazenness for the first time despite her high station, squeezed her eyes shut and trembled.
Fuck... Shove it in now and it's one cum per second guaranteed...
Like how a woman's quivering climax made her insides even tastier, Juyeonhui's sweet trembling had me swallowing hard. She was fated for a tail-wagging, milked-dry night thanks to Dokgo Hwaryeon's ploy, but was I the type to get squeezed like a dog? Melt her thoroughly for one night, and it'd be like getting carte blanche to ravage Juyeonhui—no losses, pure profit. My head bobbed in satisfaction at this unfair deal.
With Dokgo Hwaryeon gone after glancing at our quivering defeat and my pumped-up victory, our adulterous rendezvous was naturally set. No intention of wasting this golden time, I reached out first to Juyeonhui, still lips sealed tight.
"Eek!"
Even as a married man, grabbing a grown virgin's hand the moment my wife left drew a shrill yelp from her—but her eyes darted between my hand and gaze, flickering with hope.
"Despite all your dirty work, Princess, your skin is flawlessly smooth... Does the imperial family have some secret technique?"
"N-no. I, I don't train in profound arts like you all, but I do practice martial arts for health and beauty, so that's probably why..."
"Martial arts can improve via inner energy, but there's a clear limit. I can say with certainty: yours is innate, not from training."
"A-hem."
As I laid on the thick, shameless flattery, Juyeonhui flushed awkwardly. Her cheeks reddened further from my fingers gently scratching and stroking her captured hand, ripening like a peach.
High chance this is her first skinship—she hasn't noticed yet.
Honestly, kneading her hand like this would've been impossible with Dong Chobak around. She was the emperor's daughter, a princess; I was a dimension-hopping beggar, an orphan scum in this world.
"By the way, Princess, why haven't you married yet?"
To snap her ripening daze back to reality, I tossed out a provocative topic. She yanked her hand away in shock, glaring.
"Wh-why do you ask...?"
"Nothing much. As I said, it's just baffling that a beauty like you remains unmarried."
"Hmph... It's common enough. Let's just say I have no interest unless they're as strong as my grandfather... Hmm..."
She glanced at me slyly. After eyeing me briefly, perhaps shifting from the awkward topic or finally curious about the prowess I'd shown with Dong Chobak, she tilted her head.
"Come to think of it, how strong are you? I learned martial arts, but only for health and beauty—and deep training was forbidden due to the rigors—so my eye isn't great."
"Well... You know the realms: second-rate, first-rate, peak, superb, Fire Realm, and our cult leader's current top-of-the-world Manifest Realm?"
"Yes. I never imagined anyone surpassing my grandfather's Fire Realm pinnacle..."
"Heh. In those terms, I'd say I'm a superb master, right below General Dong Chobak."
"...!"
Juyeonhui, who'd gauged my age from my face value and calling Dokgo Hwaryeon "sis," widened her eyes in shock upon learning my realm. Even without deep knowledge, as part of the imperial guard, she knew where peers my age stood. Smiling at her stunned, incredulous stare, I continued.
"Lately, I've pulled a bit ahead via enlightenment, but my wife, Dokgo Hwaryeon sis, is also a superb master."
"Sh-she's a superb master too?"
"Yes, Princess."
"Hah..."
Thinking her just a lucky woman with good parents and husband, Juyeonhui realized she was an untouchable superhuman, a gem of limitless potential. Hesitating as she eyed me, she spoke.
"If... hypothetically."
"Yes."
"If you left this place, how would your wife react?"
Had she said this first, I'd have thought she wanted me to ditch Dokgo Hwaryeon for her—but her greedy imperial gaze burned not with switching, but like snagging a superb master plus one free.
"Princess."
"Yes. Speak."
"How about we stop the probing?"
"..."
I was an awesome husband prospect, and my "flawless" wife turned out a rare martial genius. In this setup, I held the cards, so I smiled leisurely, waiting for her to crack.
"You've dulled on your outing... Fine, straight to the point, as you say."
"Ask away."
"You—want to become the princess's consort?"
Shedding her naive facade, Juyeonhui exuded the same aura as Grand General Dong Chobak.