Inked with Heart (Part 2)
It was truly a fresh realization, but...
I had once again discovered just how incredibly beautiful Hye-hwa’s face and figure truly were.
Completely naked, not a single thread clinging to her skin.
Squatting down like she was relieving herself, both hands clasped behind her head.
Her hips swaying and clenching as she wrote the characters, the brush firmly lodged in her rear entrance with no intention of pulling out.
The sight was so shameless it made anyone watching blush.
Yet there was no trace of depravity whatsoever.
On the contrary, it felt like a rebellious form of art that rejected the world’s narrow-minded standards.
“Huuu... heu-eut... ah-huuu...”
While battling waves of shame, her focused brush strokes were truly something that would be remembered in history.
With me silently assisting from the side so that the masterful penmanship of **Hye-hwa** would produce a work worthy of praise, I gently wiped the beads of sweat forming on her flawless forehead with a handkerchief.
I continued, moving the cloth from her neck and armpits all the way down to her chest.
After carefully blotting the deep valley between her full peaks and the softer underside of her breasts where sweat tended to gather, the handkerchief was already damp.
Just as I was about to press it against her nose, Hye-hwa spoke up in a voice struggling to enter my ears.
“M-Master... down there too...”
I looked down.
Her nectar had been flowing from her sex and trickling toward her rear, leaving the area rather messy.
If left untouched, the ink on the brush would blur and the paper would get wet, ruining the calligraphy.
I hurriedly grabbed another fresh handkerchief and wiped her private folds and her sex.
Then, holding the damp cloth right in front of her eyes and giggling, I teased her.
“It’s not even been that long since I wiped you, and it’s already soaked again. Your lewdness never fails to surprise me.”
At those words, a wave of heat rose across her already flushed face.
“N-No! It’s because of Master’s technique! This is all Master’s sorcery!”
As always, she tried to justify everything by blaming “sorcery,” but even that wasn’t enough to ease the shame from writing on her hips.
Her delicate shoulders and plump breasts trembled faintly.
Still, her control of the martial arts realm’s master-level muscles was truly remarkable — not a single tremor in the hips that held the brush perfectly steady.
Curious whether she could keep it that composed even if I pinched her stiff little nipple, I stared at her chest.
“A-Ah, no! You can’t touch the nipple right now! It’s almost finished, so just hold on a little longer!”
When she read the meaning behind my gaze, she began swinging her hips even faster.
Finally, she gave a light hip snap and finished the last stroke.
The completed four-character phrase: **Yi Tou Qiang Di** — “Pressing the Head to the Ground.”
It meant she was lying prostrate on the floor, begging for mercy with all her heart.
“Magnificent.”
I unfolded her work and marveled at the perfectly neat calligraphy that seemed impossible to have been written with her hips.
Completely mentally drained, she looked up at me with pleading eyes.
“Haa... haa... I endured so much shame... I wrote so hard it felt like I wanted to die... Please... stop tormenting me now...”
“Fine. At this point, I can’t argue. But, Hye-hwa, I couldn’t really enjoy your amazing hip movements because I was busy wiping your body. Could you do one more sheet? I’ll keep it as a treasured keepsake.”
A strange sound like something snapping off reached her ears from the direction of her head.
“Kyaaah! You bad boy! I’ll kill you! Once the slave contract ends, I’ll definitely kill you!”
I chuckled and patted her butt.
“It was a joke. I do want more great calligraphy, but if I did, the precious slave would be ruined. It’s time to stop. Now you can get down.”
With that, I pulled the brush out of her rear entrance in one smooth motion.
“Ah-huuung...!”
At that moment, her legs lost all strength and she collapsed onto the table, dropping to her knees and arching her upper body forward.
Her pose perfectly embodied the characters she had just written.
And her rear entrance was twitching as if trying to spit out the candy that had been forced inside — the same way a child would pout after losing a treasured treat.
It was almost as if it was begging me to hurry and move to the next stage.
***
I picked up Hye-hwa and carried her to the bed.
I laid her gently on her side, letting her hips drape over the edge.
Then I stripped off my clothes and sat beside her.
Starting with a soft kiss on her lips, I slowly pleasured every inch of her body as I moved downward.
I kneaded the places with lots of muscle at just the right pressure, and gently licked the softer, more delicate skin.
At that, her shame-broken body relaxed and spread out comfortably.
“Aaah... haa... uhm... huung...”
With her eyes closed, she let out a sweet, drawn-out sigh.
I folded her knees and spread her legs wide apart, then slid down beneath the bed to position myself facing her sex and rear entrance directly.
Like a flower luring in bees with its nectar, her sex was already releasing a rich, feminine scent.
Her rear entrance had already grown slick from the nectar that had begun flowing from her sex.
I rubbed the entrance with my fingers to spread the nectar thoroughly, then gently poked her rear.
“Hik?! ”
Surprised by the foreign sensation deep inside her butt, she let out a high-pitched shriek.
“Be still. Right now, I need to loosen it up so it hurts less when I put my real thing in.”
“Uuuh... au... huuug...”
She was sniffling like she might cry, yet she obeyed my words.
I kept sliding my fingers in and out, coating every corner inside her rear with nectar.
Hye-hwa’s rear had extraordinary elasticity and sensitivity.
If I removed the psychological barrier against inserting something into the butt, development would take no more than a short time.
“Hik... ah-hu... haa... aaang...!”
“Huh. Does it feel good already? At this rate, your rear is as excellent as a sex toy. I’m really proud to be your master.”
“N-No... uu... it doesn’t feel good at all! It’s not! Ah-hu...!”
“If you keep leaking nectar with that loose little hole, it doesn’t convince me at all, right?”
“Au... uuuuh...”
Unable to deny my words, she just let out adorable little sounds.
Soon, tears welling up, she started complaining.
“Huuu... that’s too much... Why... why do you always say mean things... waaah... Sometimes... sometimes you could be sweet...”
I paused my fingers, leaned in close, and stroked her messy bangs with tenderness.
“Don’t be ashamed. Even if you’ve become a fallen lewd sex slave who weeps loudly while I pierce your rear, you’re still as beautiful and charming as ever.”
“...Just close your mouth...”
Sadly, my sincere comfort didn’t manage to bring a smile to her face.
She glared at me with sharp eyes, wrapped her arm around my neck, and pulled my head down to kiss me on the lips.
As my beloved younger sister wanted, a soft kiss that would look like a simple lover’s embrace to any outsider.
She was made to drift in a hazy, intoxicated state.
“Aaum... chok... chok... haaum... aah...”
Thanks to that, she temporarily forgot her shame.
Next, her rear entrance was fully ready to accept my master’s cock.
I pulled my tongue and fingers out of her at the same time and stepped back onto the floor.
I lifted her slender legs straight up until her knees reached her chest.
I had her grab her own ankles and hold the position herself.
Then I pressed the tip of my cock against her rear and made eye contact with her.
She swallowed hard, a nervous expression on her face.
She looked ready, though.
I flashed a smile at her as a signal, and the insertion began.
“Hiiik...!”
She furrowed her brows slightly and let out a rough exhale.
Even though I had loosened her rear, it was impossible to take my much thicker cock without some difficulty on the first try.
Still, once the head passed the entrance, her breathing grew steadier.
I slowly rocked my hips, savoring the pleasure pushing up from below.
Though limited at the entrance, the grip was far stronger than anything she had felt in her sex.
It was more than that.
She must have learned it from watching the sex she had served with Master’s cock from the side.
Her rear squeezed when I entered and clung tightly when I pulled out, as if it had existed from the very beginning solely to milk every drop of semen.
How much I had endured for this exact moment.
A delicate pink tint glistened on the pretty lotus-patterned skin.
Every time I saw that, I fought the urge to bury my cock deeper, pretending to miss and slam all the way in.
So at this moment, there was no one who could blame me for greedily taking Hye-hwa’s rear virgin.
With that conviction, I sped up my thrusts.
Tzuck! Tzuck! Tzuck!
“Aaah! Aaah, uu, haaak!”
The lewd, wet sound of soft mucous membrane sliding against my cock was drowned out by her sweet, rhythmic moans.
Luckily, even as my movements grew fiercer, she didn’t feel pain.
On the contrary, watching her rear melt so completely from the inside was so shocking that she had already sunk into an entirely new realm of pleasure.
“Haa, aah! Aaak, aat, haaak!”
Matching her cries that grew ever higher, I let go of my restraint and shook my hips wildly.
A short while later, the two of us stood side by side before the open gates of ultimate ecstasy.
“Aaaahaaaang—!”
She reached climax before me.
Nectar surged freely from her sex as her sphincter clenched, sealing the entrance completely.
From that position, I pulled my deeply buried cock out.
The sensation of being squeezed from below continued, followed by the electrifying pleasure that made my hair stand on end.
Hot semen erupted from the tip of my cock.
Burrrr- burr-! Burrr-!
Hye-hwa’s climax, already depleted since the hip calligraphy, was far stronger than usual, and I had been building up my excitement since then as well, so I released two to three times the normal amount of semen at once.
***
After completing the entire circulation of the **Gyo-hwang-yu-cheon-sim-beop**, Hye-hwa lay sprawled across the bed.
“Haa... we’re finally done... It was so hard...”
I turned her body toward me so we faced each other.
“Good work. Is your butt okay?”
“Yes... it’s a little sore, but... it’s fine.”
“Your rear entrance has now become an excellent back hole that Master loves. You can be proud of it.”
Her eyebrows twitched slightly at my words, then relaxed again.
“Waah... how did you come up with such pretty words... but I’m too tired... I don’t have the strength to get angry... I’m going to sleep...”
As she closed her eyes and drifted off, I called out to her once more.
“Hye-hwa.”
“...Wh-what now...”
“You were the first to take my rear virgin. Se-ryeong hasn’t been touched yet.”
“...Wh-what are you talking about? Hearing that doesn’t make me happy at all...”
“Yeah.”
“.....”
I chuckled and kissed the cheek of the deeply asleep Hye-hwa.
“Sleep well, little sister.”
It was a bit sad that only I remembered the promise between us.
But perhaps it was still okay to feel a small sense of pride for having kept that promise.