The Letter Written with the Heart
A peaceful evening.
After finishing my cultivation, I looked up at the sky and saw a pure, full moon hanging there.
Seeing it made me recall a promise I had made before my regression.
Hmph... Could I fulfill that promise now?
Thinking it was worth checking, I headed to Ye-hwa's room.
Inside the room, filled with a faint scent of cooking, she was sitting at the table writing with a brush.
Even though she sensed my presence, she didn't glance at me once and kept her focus solely on the paper.
Her straight back, with her right hand holding the brush extended, looked as elegant as a pine tree that had endured a thousand years.
I didn't make any sound or move to disturb her.
Soon, she moved the brush with the fluidity of the Yangtze River's waves and wrote the characters for "Ten Years of Grinding One Sword."
Whether she was pleased with her own work, a gentle smile curved her lips.
I approached her and offered a brief compliment.
"That calligraphy is wonderful. It would make a fine keepsake."
Ye-hwa was an exceptionally talented calligrapher.
I had heard that before joining the Murim Alliance, she would sell the calligraphy she wrote to bookstores to earn living expenses.
Her style, which began fluid but grew strong and forceful at the end, had always been highly praised among collectors.
And when she became the leader of the Murim Alliance, the hero who saved the world, her calligraphy became priceless.
She received letters every single day from prominent sects and families begging her to write a single plaque for them.
"Thank you for the praise."
She spoke to me, who had sat down in the seat opposite her.
"Would Master like to try writing as well?"
"I don't need to. I have no interest in calligraphy."
"Really? Even though you write so well for someone who doesn't like it. Last time... when you wrote on my body..."
She furrowed her brow slightly, remembering the unpleasant memory.
It had indeed been a mistake to give only a lowly 200 points on her soft, tender future Sword Empress's bottom.
I should have at least given her 500.
"The content was a waste of ink and just trash... but surprisingly, the calligraphy was neat and beautiful, so I thought you must have studied calligraphy properly."
"I've studied it before. I just didn't have enough interest."
Before regression, Ye-hwa often begged me to write calligraphy together.
At that time, I was forced to learn it against my will.
But the reason I studied calligraphy so hard then was because I enjoyed doing something with her, not because I actually liked calligraphy itself.
"Anyone can recognize calligraphy. All that extra effort to put on airs seems pointless to me no matter how I think about it."
That was something I couldn't say in front of Ye-hwa before regression, for fear she would ban me from touching her breasts.
But now that Ye-hwa had taken away all rights to her breasts for me, it was fine.
Hearing my words, Ye-hwa showed a displeased expression.
"Master seems to have a very unjust prejudice against calligraphy. Calligraphy is not simply writing with style. It's learning how to put your heart into the characters."
"What good is putting your heart into it? It's just ink on paper."
"But that's not necessarily true. Heart can move hearts, you know? For example, imagine a situation where Master is trying to persuade someone. If Master could put his sincere heart into the calligraphy, wouldn't the chances of success increase?"
"That does sound plausible. Putting one's heart into calligraphy..."
I reached out to her.
She handed me the brush with a knowing smile.
I unfolded a blank sheet in front of me and moved my hand, letting my earnest feelings flow through the tip of the brush.
A black line shot out like a whip.
"Wow..."
Even Ye-hwa let out a sigh of admiration at the firm yet delicate stroke.
"...Ah?"
Her face twisted painfully as she read the completed sentence.
"Ye-hwa, today you get the rear."
I smiled wickedly at her.
"How is it? Does my sincere heart come through clearly?"
***
In the history before regression, of my two wives, the first one to lose her virginity to me was Se-ryeong.
Ye-hwa had been extremely dissatisfied with that fact.
"Master~♡ This side is mine to give first! ♡"
At her second time, she showed an outrageous act by offering her back to me.
And after carefully considering all the factors while planning our future following the regression, when I decided to take Se-ryeong's virginity first again this time.
Ye-hwa was extremely furious and said to me.
"I don't want to taste that humiliation of being pushed out again from the first night onward. If you embrace my past self, just shove it from the back."
No matter how you looked at it, that was too much for past Ye-hwa.
I soothed her well, had the first night done normally, and promised that the rear virgin would definitely be taken from her first.
Of course, the current Ye-hwa, who didn't remember that promise, shot me a look full of cold disdain.
"Exactly... exactly, you have to ruin the atmosphere to feel satisfied, huh?"
But soon she seemed to have given up on everything and let out a deep sigh.
"Haa... Yes. Master wouldn't have come to my room without dirty desires. From the start, that was probably the purpose. To... to my... hole of the butt... Aaaah..."
As she said it, she grabbed her burning cheeks.
"So there really is such a place... A man who has sex with that kind of place..."
Unlike Se-ryeong, who hadn't properly received sex education, Ye-hwa seemed to know about anal sex to some extent.
That's why there was no reaction like "Absolutely not! That's a dirty place!"
Instead, a faint but noticeable curiosity was visible in her.
In that case, it might be good to open it right away?
I asked her with expectations.
"So what's your answer?"
She replied with a pout.
"Why do you care? Even if you say no, you'll force it anyway."
"I find it easier if you come out willingly. And who knows? If I show a bit of tender care, the Master who is moved might listen more carefully to the slave's teachings."
"......"
She pondered for a moment, then made up her mind.
"Since my body has already been ruined beyond repair, rather than putting on meaningless pride... it would be better to endure the humiliation and seek benefits. If you promise to listen to my advice seriously from now on, I'll do as Master wishes."
Haha, I really liked this side of Ye-hwa.
"Indeed, Teacher Ye-hwa. A rational judgment."
I stood up from my seat, stood in front of Ye-hwa, and lifted her chin slightly with my thumb and index finger.
"I promise to become an obedient student who listens well to Teacher's lessons. So don't talk vaguely and tell me clearly what you will do for me."
At that, her cheeks turned bright red, and she said in a very low voice, but clear enough for me to hear.
"...I, Baekri Ye-hwa, will offer my... hole of the butt... to Master..."
***
I sat on the neatly arranged bed waiting for Ye-hwa to return.
By now, Ye-hwa would be in the bathroom, with a basin of lukewarm water beside her.
Using qi manipulation, she would insert the water into her rear hole, wash inside it, and then discard the water.
She must be diligently preparing herself with an enema.
Originally, I had planned to do it myself.
But Ye-hwa had threatened to commit suicide by cutting her veins if I didn't send her alone.
Well, I didn't have any special hobby of liking enemas.
I had hoped that if I showed I liked her enough to clean that part as well, Ye-hwa wouldn't feel quite so restless toward me.
Finally, the door opened and Ye-hwa appeared, bowing her waist to me.
"Thank you for waiting, Master."
I pulled her close affectionately and patted her back, even though she looked a bit troubled in many ways.
"Master? Why are you acting like Master?"
"I am delighted. The slave girl who trembled like a fawn the first night and was barely touched is now giving me her rear hole voluntarily after preparing herself. There is great satisfaction in taming her."
"H, even hearing such words doesn't anger me anymore."
Even though I said that, the way she looked up at me from my arms showed a slight annoyed expression.
She knew that pretending to be angry only made me happy, so she was pretending.
If I had stopped there, I would have found her adorable, but the next words from her touched my nerves.
"And thanks to suffering from Master's perverted lust, I think I won't feel any sensation no matter what happens to me."
"Oh~ Really?"
You're too much, Ye-hwa.
Hearing her say something like that already was too disappointing.
"I'll check if you can take responsibility for that."
I kept my eyes calm while smiling with my mouth.
***
Ye-hwa regretted the words she had spoken in less than 15 minutes.
"Sorry! Sorry! Sorry-!"
She was squatting on the table, naked, with both hands behind her head.
Her long blonde hair was elegantly tied up, fully exposing her voluptuous rear.
A single brush was stuck upside down between her plump buttocks.
It was the same brush she had held earlier to write the calligraphy.
I sat on the chair attached to the table.
While gazing at her buttocks up close, I held the brush in front of me and played with it, developing her rear hole.
"Ah...! Ah, ah... I-I don't like it... Aaaah...!"
My mouth said no.
But her body, heightened by intense shame, had already learned how to feel properly with her rear hole.
Just then, a single water droplet fell between her legs.
I stopped my hand and asked her with a teasing tone.
"Didn't you say you wouldn't feel any sensation no matter what happens?"
Then she apologized even more desperately.
"Sorry! Sorry! Sorry because I pretended to know without understanding anything! Master is a crazy pervert beyond my imagination! Please forgive me!"
"Requesting forgiveness while openly cursing—what kind of attitude is that?"
Slap!
I lightly slapped her butt with my palm.
As a result, her sphincter tightened even more around the brush she was holding, and she let out a lewd moan.
"Haaah!"
I stood up from my seat, walked halfway around the table, and faced her with eyes.
"I would be happy if you commanded me to stop."
Nod, nod!
She nodded her head vigorously.
Her heavy breasts swayed with the movement, making the power triple.
But it was still a little short to earn my forgiveness.
I arranged paper and ink neatly on her butt.
And whispered in her ear.
"Then use calligraphy with the heart to move my heart, Teacher Ye-hwa, the renowned calligrapher."
It was a bit decadent, but wasn't this also a kind of calligraphy?
There was no law against using your rear hole instead of a brush for calligraphy, right?