Taiji Finger Onslaught
Taiji Finger creak. The moment I stood before the door, the maids opened it with demure poise, sneaking sidelong glances to drink in my appearance. Whether on purpose or just naturally seductive, they bent at the waist in greeting, their blouses loosening to flaunt their cleavage in blatant temptation. Their faces were all average fare, but women's bodies each had their unique charms—especially those tits—so I nodded upon spotting a distinctive mole on one particularly ample pair.
'Ah, the bitch I fucked a week ago...?' That pretty little beauty mark had fueled endless belt-whipping play... My lower half stirred at the hazy memory, but I shook my head to snap out of it, ignoring the maids' sultry sex appeal.
'If I fuck these sluts today, Sis is gonna throw a fit for sure... Especially when I've got reports to give...' Ever since I took the vice military officer post, virgin maids had become a rare breed anyway. I couldn't let some already-conquered trophy interrupt something that might shake up my murim life, right?
With that, I replayed my recent chat with Juyeonhui in my mind, issued a few orders to the maids, and stepped into the room. Our newlywed chamber, now gradually infused with me and Dokgo Hwaryeon's lifestyle. It used to be crammed with gaudy golden ornaments everywhere, but I'd sold them off one by one to the real world for being eyesores and cumbersome. The once-opulent space had transformed into something spacious and serene—I couldn't help but smirk.
"Were you reading, Sis?"
Dokgo Hwaryeon sat at the table like a painting, absorbed in a book. Hiding her presence was for losers anyway; she knew I'd entered and was heading her way, yet she feigned surprise before smiling and nodding at me.
"You're back? I've barely touched the martial arts manuals lately with all the work against those righteous sect bastards. Didn't want to just sit idle waiting, so I read a bit."
"...Why? Trying to raise your realm quick so you can finally do something to me? Heh."
I grinned mischievously, reading her intentions like an open book as I teased her. Dokgo Hwaryeon flinched—clearly not entirely innocent of the thought—then turned her head away.
"Oh? Did that hit a nerve...? I mean, just moments ago you were whispering it was fine, that you understood..."
"E-even so... isn't it getting too much?"
"What's 'too much'?"
"Geom-ma elder's daughter is one thing... I'm from the same cult, so I get it. But the imperial family? That's over the line, isn't it...?"
She'd been all understanding via transmission earlier, but now here she was whining. The stress from slaving away on the front lines had frayed her, but that was nothing a full night of pounding couldn't fix. I hurried to her side and pulled her into my arms.
"Hmm... that's a problem, then. I distinctly said I'd pamper you tonight if you gave permission..."
"..."
"The maids... or ah! Maybe call in Seol Hwarin and give her what I had planned for you..."
Hinting that her service time would go to Seol Hwarin instead, Dokgo Hwaryeon jolted in alarm, immediately wrapping her arms around me and nuzzling into my chest like a cat headbutting for treats.
"N-no. I was just venting, not refusing."
I burst out laughing at the sight of the pitch-black kitten begging for churu, then scooped her up princess-style and leaned down toward the startled, huddled Dokgo Hwaryeon.
"Since you've agreed to my request, I guess I'll do what you like tonight."
"Wh-what do you mean...?"
Her face lit up with anticipation despite the surprise, hands clasped tight. I pressed a light kiss to her forehead, flashed a wordless grin, and turned on my heel.
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"Wh... here?"
Dokgo Hwaryeon, smugly basking in superiority from my arms as the maids watched, tilted her head in confusion at the lavish bathroom steaming with endless hot water.
"Well, think about it. You love baths so much, but we've never done one together... So I prepared this before coming to see you."
Sounded like a grand surprise party, but all I'd done was order a seductive maid to activate the system she'd built while Hwaryeon was at war. In this primitive ancient China era, keeping bathwater consistently hot like in the modern world—what processes would that take? I pictured the pathetic wretches outside the partition throwing fits over the grunt work, and a victor's smirk tugged at my lips.
'Jealous? Then fuck off and die. Heh.'
These laborers were the cult's bottom-feeders—literally godu-infested scum—so I savored the moment guilt-free, my lips curling up naturally.
"Impressive... Using convicts like this. I thought you just had them do menial labor..."
"Nah, weren't you going too easy on them? I mean, godu-ridden criminals just doing grunt work? If it were me, I'd have them handle the crap regular believers hate, actually caring about welfare in the cult..."
Dokgo Hwaryeon pondered, then raised her brows and nodded vigorously.
"True... They're convicts, after all. Why didn't I think of that? Guess it's time for a full overhaul."
Her eyes sparkling now, she scanned the bathroom. As the pinnacle of a demonic sect, the game's settings had unintentionally neutered her villainy in spots like this—my head shook in dismay, but spreading modern ways gave me a smug shoulder shrug of superiority.
"Anyway, we'll reform that step by step together. But first, don't we have something more pressing?"
"A-hem."
Under my wordless pressure, she cleared her throat and began stripping. I spread the pre-prepared blankets and sheets on the wooden bath bench at perfect height.
"Why are you laying those out...?"
Halfway through undressing, Dokgo Hwaryeon eyed me warily—clearly thinking pre-bath quickie—swallowing hard.
"Hm... Truth is, I thought I'd try with my hands this time."
"Y-your hands?"
"Yeah. Looking back on our romps, I figure I've handled you plenty with my mouth and dick. But hands? Not so much. Call it a full-body massage."
"Oh..."
She alternated glances between her exposed pussy and my hands. My battle-hardened arms looked too much to handle, and she shook her head... but my massive cock had dulled her fear. After a brief pout, she nodded with a subtle expression.
"Fine. Wherever, as long as you're massaging me, that's fact. Go wild."
"Ooh...!"
"But! You better give it your all. I may have okayed the imperial thing, but nitpicking's separate. Hehe."
"..."
Sudden Dokgo Hwaryeon climax battle declaration. Even granting permission, her yandere habits wouldn't quit—she nitpicked everything. I rolled up my sleeves, steeling myself inwardly.
"How do I prove I gave it my all?"
Asking seriously as my hand grazed her chest—making her shiver—she pondered, realizing she was at a disadvantage, then spoke.
"It... has to be at least as good as when we fuck... right?"
"Hm... So, make you cum so hard you forget your name?"
"S-something like that...?"
She had no clue what bet she'd set or what she even wanted. 'No surprise... She only keeps it together at the start when my dick first goes in. Doesn't even know her own O-face every morning...'
With just a thick, hot rod, she turns into that. What if I went all-in with my gold fingers—alive, wriggling, hitting every angle? Bet or her cheeky attitude aside, curiosity surged. I reached straight for Dokgo Hwaryeon's lying pussy.
'Wonder if hands turn Sis into a hot-spring machine too...?'