I-It's Sorcery... (1)
The moment we stepped into the bathroom, I shoved Ye-hwa against the wall and buried my nose in the crook of her neck.
I drew in deep, greedy breaths, and she twisted her head, trying to push me off.
"D-Don't do that. I smell right now...!"
"Stay still."
"Kyaah..."
I gave one of her breasts a light squeeze as I issued the order, and she went quiet at once.
I focused again on savoring her scent. Contrary to her fretting, there was nothing foul about it. It sat somewhere between the tartness and the brightness of a lemon — a fragrance that, in every sexual sense of the word, only made her more appetizing.
I swallowed the spit pooling in my mouth and stripped her clothes off.
Her martial uniform was one thing, but the cloth wrapped around her chest was so thoroughly soaked that it hit the floor with a wet slap.
"Uuugh..."
Now naked, she bashfully covered her breasts and her sex. But she had developed a bit of a slave's self-awareness by now — she no longer hid herself as thoroughly as she had on our first night. One breast left a nipple fully exposed, and below, her fingertips only barely managed to conceal her clit. She may not have meant it that way, but the pose was so blatantly inviting it might as well have been deliberate seduction.
Looking wasn't enough. I reached for her.
She caught my hands in both of hers and stopped me.
"Please, Master... let me wash first..."
I looked at her pitiful expression, then let my gaze travel down over her bare body. Her jade-white skin, flushed pink from hard exercise and glistening with sweat, tested every scrap of my self-control. I wanted to wash every inch of her with my tongue right then and there.
I held myself back for the moment.
Instead, I made no effort to hide my displeasure as I spoke to her.
"When you ask your Master for a favor, you show some sincerity."
I brushed my right thumb over her soft lips.
"...Yes."
She understood at once what I wanted. With shy, tentative movements she pressed her breasts against me, looped both arms around my neck, and gently laid her lips over mine.
My tongue slipped into her mouth and hunted for the sweet flesh of her tongue.
"Mmnh, haah, chup, chuuup..."
She answered my kiss with coquettish flicks of her tongue, sucking hard on mine in between. Meanwhile I kneaded her smooth, plump ass with both hands — then gripped it tight and yanked her flush against me. Every time my rock-hard cock jabbed against her lower belly, her body jerked and trembled. Even so, she never pulled her mouth away, working her tongue with eager diligence that felt damn good.
A little later—
"Hah...!"
She finally broke the kiss, having forgotten even to breathe while she was lost in it. She swallowed the saliva pooled in her mouth, wiped the strings of spit trailing from the corner of her lips with the back of her hand, then stood demurely and looked up at me. As if to say, That should be enough, right?
I stroked her cheek and praised her.
"Good girl. You really are a filthy, excellent little slave."
She bristled at once and protested.
"I am not a filthy woman!"
I just laughed, pinched one of her nipples between two fingers, and gave it a light tug.
"Aahngh...!"
"Your nipples are standing up this stiff from a kiss alone, and you're telling me you're not filthy?"
"Th-This is because Master used sorcery on me..."
This woman, I swear. Everything that happens, she blames on sorcery.
I wanted to throw her down right then and fuck her so hard she couldn't even get the first syllable of "sorcery" out of her mouth — but I held back. A proper slave master keeps his word once he's given it.
"We'll do the rest after we wash."
I stripped as well and went deeper into the bathroom with her.
A large stone bathtub was built into the far wall, and a broad wooden platform ran along the left. The platform was useful for resting mid-bath or sitting for a steam, but its real purpose was obvious — a bed substitute for fucking the women in the bathroom.
I pulled the cord hanging from the ceiling above the tub. Water gushed from a dragon-head spout fixed to the rim. Once the water had risen enough, I released the cord, and the flow stopped. I lit a Samadhi True Flame in the firebox underneath and heated the water.
Ye-hwa marveled at the bath that was ready in no time.
"That's incredibly convenient. Is this tub some kind of magical treasure as well?"
"No. Just groundwater drawn up through pipes buried under the floor. I built it myself, working from technical manuals that came in from the Western Regions."
"That's impressive. If you'd put all these talents of yours to proper use, Master, you'd have been a celebrated name of the jianghu long ago — someone everyone respected."
"And then I wouldn't get to freely fuck a filthy blonde cow-tits slave girl whenever I want."
"Haa... you'd be a much better person if you just spoke with a little more dignity..."
"Enough of the cheek. Come here."
I gave her ass a light smack, spread a towel on the floor, and sat her on it. I ladled water from the tub into a wooden bucket, set it beside her, then scooped water with a small dipper and poured it over her whole body. After that I worked up a lather with soap made from soapberry fruit and sat down behind her.
"Be grateful, slave girl. Your Master is going to wash you himself."
"....."
She must have more or less expected this, because she stayed quiet, kneeling with her knees together and waiting. Starting at her neck, I worked my hands slowly downward, coating her body in foam. I rubbed her fine skin with care, pressing firmly into the places where her muscles had knotted up.
"Haah... more... a little more... mmmnh..."
When I worked her shoulders properly, she let out sweet little moans of pleasure. Riding that momentum, I finished her arms, her underarms, her flanks and her back, then rubbed her belly before sliding both hands up to her breasts.
I cupped those enormous tits from underneath and lifted them. The heavy weight of them was weirdly reassuring. Even if I suddenly lost every last coin I owned and ended up a beggar, as long as Ye-hwa let me feel her up like this, I was pretty sure I could bounce right back and work my ass off.
I thoroughly worked foam over the whole of her breasts. Then I trapped each nipple between my index and middle fingers, pressed lightly with my palms, and rolled them in slow circles.
"Aaaah... haangh, aah, haaaah... aaang~"
She let out soft, melodic cries and leaned her back against me. Her tightly closed thighs parted just a little. I slid one hand straight down between her legs, and she gasped hard.
"Haahk...!"
Her pussy was already soaked through. With foam mixed with her juices, I carefully washed her sex — the plump mound, the soft flesh inside the slit, and the swollen little clit. That alone brought her right to the edge of climax.
"Aaaahngh...!"
While her head was swimming with heat and she couldn't think straight, I turned her body toward me and pulled her into my arms. Then I slipped a finger into the cleft of her ass.
"Hiiiek?!"
She shrieked in pure alarm.
"Wh-Where do you think you're touching right now?! Stop it!"
"Can't do that. This is exactly the part that needs to be washed thoroughly, isn't it?"
"I'll wash it myself, so stop! Please, stooop...!"
I locked her thrashing body against my chest and carefully worked the finger that was pressed to her rear hole. Since I had the chance, I'd figured I might as well pretend to wash her while developing that sensitivity too — but she clawed wildly at my back and bit down on my shoulder in resistance, so I gave up.
Sitting face-to-face with her, I stroked the clear set of tooth marks left on my shoulder and glared at her darkly.
"This insolent little slave dares bare her teeth at her Master?"
"I'm sorry..."
She must have realized she'd gone too far, because she dropped to her knees at once and apologized. Of course, I wasn't actually angry at all. If anything, the sight of a stunning naked blonde beauty bowing her head and her breasts in apology made me stupidly happy. But as her master, I had to protect my dignity and authority. I couldn't just let this slide with a free pass.
"I spoil you because you're cute, and you climb all over me with no end in sight. Time I reminded a slave girl of her place."
Covered in foam from head to toe, Ye-hwa lay flat on her back on the wooden platform. She had both hands over her face, so I couldn't see her expression — but both of her ears had gone bright scarlet.
Her long, slender legs bent at the knees and spread wide to either side. A pose that called to mind a frog flipped on its back. Her pink-tinged crimson pussy and her rear hole were laid bare without a scrap of mercy.
I approached her. In my right hand I held a small razor of the kind monks use to shave their heads. When I brushed the golden thatch above her sex downward with my left hand, her shoulders flinched and her breasts quivered.
As a side note, Ye-hwa had denser growth down there than Se-ryeong. Not thick enough to call bushy — ordinary density, really. And just like the hair on her head, the color was pretty and the texture soft, nice to look at and nice to touch.
A brief digression from before the regression: Se-ryeong's was so sparse that Ye-hwa fretted that her own looked too thick by comparison. So once I shaved her completely clean, and she loved it. After that she used internal energy to seal the acupoints and deactivate the hair roots in that area entirely, and from then on she only ever showed me a smooth, bare pussy.
Remembering that, I dressed the golden turf in front of me into the look I was used to.
Shhk, shhk—
With practiced hands I shaved her quickly and without irritating the skin. I didn't throw away the byproducts — I gathered them into a small cloth pouch. The pubic hair of a woman with pure true energy makes a useful catalyst in all kinds of techniques, after all.
I gave her bare pussy a few light pats with my palm and said,
"A bare pussy really does suit a filthy girl like you. I'll teach you how to seal the acupoints and deactivate the roots here — from now on, you keep it like this."
Ye-hwa sat up with a dazed look on her face, one arm pressed over her breasts as she inspected the childish, pure state of her own sex. I leaned in beside her and whispered,
"Remember this every time you look at it. You're nothing but a lowly little slave girl who has to spread her legs and offer up her pussy whenever I order it."
"Aaaah..."
The humiliation and shame were more than a clear mind could bear. The light went out of her expression.
"Hic... hhk..."
She set down the last scrap of dignity she had tried so hard to protect through every violation and every bit of teasing, and she wept, sorrowful and small. A few tears like jade beads rolled down her cheeks.
And at the same time—
Her pussy sobbed far harder than her eyes, gushing juices in thick, wet pulses.
It almost feels late to say it now, but this woman gets more aroused the more she's humiliated.