Pushing Hwaryeon to Her Limits, Humiliating the Imperial Guard
You have to know your limits... How long had I been fingering that pussy in a total trance... Rather than physical fatigue, the vise-like squeeze from my panties and pants on my lower body—threatening to burst—jolted my dazed mind awake. I shook off my right hand, smeared with every kind of fluid imaginable, onto the floor. Splash.
"Agh! Ugh! Euuk! Eut!"
Even pulling my fingers out, after hours of relentless repetition, they unconsciously scraped hard against her vaginal walls on the way. Now drained of strength, no longer squirting like a water gun but trickling like a gentle stream, fluids leaked from Dokgo Hwaryeon's urethra and pussy entrance.
Grinning with satisfaction at those swollen, fiery red labia, I turned to check Dokgo Hwaryeon's expression out of curiosity. Tears, snot, sweat, and drool had plastered her glossy black hair—once like polished ebony—all over her face in a wild, tangled mess. Her pupils had vanished, leaving only the whites of her eyes, stirring an unexpected pang of pity. Had I gone too far?
The raw lewdness radiating from this utterly wrecked woman, mixed with that flicker of sympathy, left me stroking my chin in a strange cocktail of emotions. Amid intermittent moans, her hips bucked wildly while her abs clenched tight. Gradually, her ragged breaths evened out into shallow, steady ones, regaining some calm—until suddenly, she passed out cold into deep sleep.
"Fuck...?"
A faint, satisfied smirk tugged at her lips, her chest rising and falling in heavy slumber. Betraying my cock—still raging hard inside my panties—she'd gone and crashed out satisfied on her own, leaving me like a dog that chased away a chicken. With a bitter snort, I scooped Dokgo Hwaryeon into my arms and stood.
"Tsk... Without mana, she's barely a step above a regular civilian, huh? My bad."
All the women I'm tight with lose their minds to pleasure, sure—but none ever collapsed from sheer stamina drain like this. I'd never noticed... In the wuxia world, no mana means you're at best a healthy normie. The realization hit with a wave of awkward embarrassment.
Pabat! Pababat!
Worried she'd catch some illness from this, I hurriedly sealed her acupoints. But she'd burned through her limits; even with mana restored, it'd only speed natural recovery a bit. Full recharge? That'd take a while. Adjusting my stuffy pants—weighted down by my throbbing dick—I started walking.
"You seem quite exhausted, so allow us to attend to you."
"...Yes. Vice Military Officer."
The maids bowed low, shifting positions at my command—but their eyes glued themselves to my thickened crotch, refusing to budge.
They know a good thing when they see it... Heh heh.
Back when Dokgo Hwaryeon was all prickly, fucking her meant risking your life. But lately, with her edges softening, the maids' survival rates after sex had skyrocketed. Hell, screwing me had turned into prime entertainment for blowing off stress from clan life as a servant.
Unlike real-world women, weighed down by social bullshit, always stealing glances but playing coy—these maids? Straight-up cock-hungry, sex-appealing without a care. Their shameless shift was equal parts refreshing and bittersweet, drawing a wry smile from me.
It's like... even as they crave life itself, their bodies stay brutally honest. No bullshit emotions gone.
I wonder if imperial palace maids are any different...?
With Dokgo Hwaryeon tucked away for rest, lost in random thoughts, I kept walking. We'd planned to meet tomorrow after a night—but with her wiped out and crashed, the schedule was fucked. Being late might raise issues, but showing up early? What problem was that?
Hoping she'd at least done what I asked, I headed straight for the imperial party's guest quarters.
Clank!
The sun had dipped low, cool moonlight bathing everything, as I hurried to the imperial party's villa—half-worried Princess Juyeonhui might've turned in early. Seems the emperor's own daughter warranted her own guards; at the entrance path, a Geumuiwi thrust out his spear shaft, narrowing his eyes at me.
"What business do you have?"
"Hah..."
He damn well knew my status—high enough to chat with Dong Chobak himself in clan meetings—yet this arrogant prick spat his natural banmal like it was nothing. Respect their mission and pride as the imperial elite? Sure. But this dog flashing teeth everywhere? Laughable. I surged my aura, opening my mouth.
"What... business? You got ten lives or something? What makes you think you can flap your yap so freely?"
"Guh... Grk...!"
He wanted to retort all high-and-mighty, but at first-rate high-level against my superb realm pushing peak? Like an egg smashing a rock. His face flushed beet-red, veins bulging—absurd enough to draw a mocking laugh.
"What? Think just 'cause you're Geumuiwi, I'll bow and scrape?"
"..."
"What the hell did you learn growing up in the palace...? Without Dong Chobak here, you lot are just clueless pups in a tiger's den... Tsk tsk."
Sneering, I noted his solid mental fortitude—worthy of Geumuiwi. Eyes bloodshot, nose gushing blood, yet posture ramrod straight. Irritating; I ramped up the pressure—
"Enough. Vice Military Officer."
"Oh...! Princess. You're still awake?"
"...Yes..."
No lie about her cultivation; Juyeonhui burst from the villa amid the commotion, face flushed crimson from neck up, reining me in.
She... did it, huh?
Shame-reddened cheeks, awkward lower-body fidgeting. She'd said yes, but a virgin princess actually following through? One corner of my mouth quirked up in surprise.
"My, my! Chilly night air, and Your Highness out here in the dead of night... Please, head back inside."
Signaling I'd follow, Juyeonhui—exclamation mark practically over her head—gulped, nodding with trembling eyes.
"Y-Yes... We should... Oh, and I had something to ask you... Can't just send a guest away, so... care for some tea first...?"
"Nothing I'd like more than time with Your Highness. After you. I'll follow."
"Ahem... Very well. I'll prepare the tea."
She turned stiffly, hurrying inside. Midnight visit from a guy eyeing her like a snack—what'd he want? Obvious.
Cock, pussy, sex. That's it.
But my unannounced drop-in had her fretting—anything lacking? Any flaw in her body? Excusing herself to "prep tea," she ditched me and the guard.
Storm passed, aura eased thanks to her—Geumuiwi slumped to the ground, legs giving out, heaving breaths while glaring daggers.
Loyal hound to its master, huh. But bullshit. Between man and woman, no such thing as 'just friends' or whatever. It's fucker or fuckee, end of story.
Never one to swallow things straight—twisted skeptic through and through. From the moment Juyeonhui appeared, I'd caught that flicker in the guard's eyes: loyalty laced with more. No faith in platonic bullshit. Dialing my aura just enough she wouldn't notice, I pressed the guard again—playfully poking his lower belly with my index finger.
"Listen up, pup."
"Guhk...!"
"Right now, I'm heading in there to fuck that bitch raw... Stuff you'll never get in your lifetime."
"...!"
See that? Loyalty mixed with affection twists into jealousy at one crude word—ugly as sin. Human emotions: subtle, repulsive. A smirk escaped me.
"After pounding her senseless, I'll marry her—become family. Just like you Geumuiwi dreamed, guarding her side..."
Desperate to argue, scream—but muted by my aura, frustration and injustice bloomed on his face.
Satisfied dumping my rage on the cocky shit, I flashed a venomous grin—then ping! A Sahonroeju thread shot from my fingertip, piercing his dantian.
"If you can't bite, don't bark, you mangy mutt... Oh! Guess you're not even a pup anymore. Heh heh."