How to Tame the Future Heavenly Demon and Sword Empress - Episode 9: Baekri Ye-hwa (Part 4)

I stripped off my clothes in a hurry and went to Ye-hwa.

The sight of me swollen to my absolute limit cracked her cold expression wide open.

"Eh...?"

She blinked over and over, muttering as if she were staring at a hallucination.

"A snake...? An eel...?"

Chuckling, I climbed onto the bed and brought myself closer so she could get a better look.

"Want to touch it?"

Ye-hwa reached for me without thinking—then realized exactly what she was doing, and her face flared scarlet. She yanked her hand back and whipped her head away.

"N-no, thank you! I have no desire to lay a hand on something so hideous."

"Touch it. That's an order."

"Ugh..."

Ye-hwa screwed her brow up tight and reached for me again. Her long, pretty fingers curled around the shaft. Even as her face broadcast pure distaste, she gave the pillar a light grip and stroked up and down, then traced the head, diligently feeding her curiosity.

"So this is a man's... It's thick and hard... and hot... Something like this is supposed to go inside me...? Really?"

So even back then she had the habit of leaking her inner thoughts out loud the moment she got absorbed in studying something.

It wasn't a proper caress by any stretch, but Ye-hwa's soft touch felt wonderful all the same. I kept her hands on me and straddled her hips, then set both palms on her breasts.

The instant that incomparable sensation filled my hands—plush, yielding, warm—a blissful smile spread across my face before I could stop it. I praised her with genuine gratitude.

"Breasts fine enough to call a gift from heaven. You filthy dairy-cow slave—you're the finest slave there is."

"...Hearing praise like that doesn't make me the least bit happy. Dairy-cow slave this, milk jugs that... How can you be so vulgar..."

I grinned at Ye-hwa as she grumbled with a look of pure contempt, then set about playing with her breasts in earnest.

At first I traced gentle circles around the outer curves, cradling them with my whole palms. Then I worked slowly inward toward the centers, and near the areolae I sharply intensified the attention.

"Haaahh... Aah... Aah—!"

Watching her own breasts warp into strange shapes under a man's hands, Ye-hwa let ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠out moans thick with shame. Her sensitivity was so naturally high that her nipples stiffened almost at once.

Still working her chest, I leaned down and claimed her lips. With all her nerves locked on the stimulation flooding from her breasts, she was completely unguarded—I stole her first kiss and slipped my tongue straight in.

"Mmph...! Mmph...!"

She thrashed and pounded my back with both hands, but I ignored it. My tongue swept every corner of her mouth, then coiled around hers like a starving snake and savored her thoroughly. When her tongue hung limp, I tapped it lightly and sent a sound transmission.

Sending a sound transmission mid-kiss. That was, honestly, an extremely difficult technique.

Ye-hwa tried to copy me and failed. Roughly translated, she was trying to say something like how the hell did you even do that, you bastard.

Following my order, she began to move her tongue in tiny, hesitant flicks. There was no sincerity and no enthusiasm in it whatsoever, so I pinched her nipple between thumb and forefinger and twisted hard.

"Aauumph?!"

A pained moan slipped out between our locked lips.

Only then did she tangle her tongue with mine in earnest. From there, whenever her service displeased me I punished her nipples; whenever it pleased me I soothed her whole breasts with slow, melting caresses.

Before long, Ye-hwa had perfectly mastered how to delight me with a kiss. And she seemed to be enjoying it herself, at ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠least a little.

"Mmm... Haaahh... Mm..."

Satisfied with the result, I broke the kiss. A long thread of saliva stretched between our lips.

"Good girl. A slave worth the trouble of training."

I stroked her hair as I said it, and Ye-hwa—waking from the hazy afterglow of that endless kiss—wore a look of pure indignation.

"Urrrgh...! You vile lecher. Is humiliating a woman really that much fun?"

"Why even ask the obvious? It's incredibly fun."

She glared at me the way one might glare at a hopeless human stain, then clamped her mouth shut. I could feel the resolve in her: from here on, no matter what I did, she would give me nothing.

That resolve shattered the instant I took her nipple into my mouth.

"Ahhh—! Ah, haah, aaaah~"

I rolled the nipple already made hypersensitive by earlier torment gently with my tongue and sucked it up with a wet pull, and she rewarded my ears with sweet, honeyed cries. I gave the other nipple the same tender treatment while sliding one hand between her legs.

I stroked her thoroughly soaked folds a few times, then held my fingers—slick and gleaming with her juices—up in front of her face.

"Heh. I took you for a woman of stone, but that was my mistake. Already this wet? Turns out you're an outrageously filthy little thing."

Her face flushed so hard it looked ready to steam.

"Th-that's not true! I am not a lewd woman! This is... this is... because you used some kind of sorcery on me!"

In the end she denied reality outright. I decided to be a broad-minded man about it.

"Fine, whatever—we'll say you're right. Either way, you're wet enough that I can use this pussy of yours without a problem."

"...Don't call it that."

"What?"

"Don't use such vulgar language."

An objection I hadn't seen coming. Apparently our dear Ye-hwa wanted to put up a little resistance. My body may be defiled, but my heart will not break!—something along those lines, I supposed.

"Unbelievable. What's vulgar about the word pussy? You, me, all of us—every last one of us was born from the joining of cock and pussy. Is the sacred birth of life vulgar to you?"

"Th-that's..."

"I'll correct this warped attitude of yours toward the word. Repeat after me. Pussy pussy Ye-hwa pussy."

At my words, her already pale face went paper-white, and her pupils started to shake.

"M-Master! I'm sorry. I'll never do it again. Please, withdraw the order. Please!"

For the first time she called me Master, begging desperately. My heart did not budge.

"Shut it. A slave obeys her master without backtalk. Repeat it. Now. Pussy pussy Ye-hwa pussy."

"Hic..."

After a short, choked sob, she obeyed in a trembling voice.

"P-pussy... pu...ssy... Ye-hwa... pu...ssy..."

"Soft, springy virgin pussy."

"Soft... springy... virgin... pussy..."

"Please devour it deliciously."

"Please devour it deliciously..."

"All right. I'll gladly dig in."

"...Eh? W-wait! That's not what I—aah?!"

I spread her legs at once, set the head against her entrance, and pushed straight in.

"Aaaah... aaaaaah..."

Ye-hwa let out a dazed scream. She'd walked right into my trap, and the fact that she had offered up her virginity while spouting those filthy lines herself seemed to mortify her beyond endurance. Well—thanks to that, she didn't even seem to have a gap left to feel the pain of being taken.

I worked my hips slowly, sliding in ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠and out until I was about a finger's breadth short of her womb. At the same time I savored Ye-hwa's soft, springy pussy.

If Se-ryeong's was defined by that ferocious grip that wrung the seed out of you by force, Ye-hwa's was all about the way her moist, warm walls clung to every inch and suckled greedily. And unlike Se-ryeong, who loved being driven hard and forced through climax after climax in a rush, big sister Ye-hwa preferred to be wound up right to the edge, tormented with stubborn patience, and then finished off with one heavy, decisive blow.

I kept moving slow and leisurely—then the moment her body showed signs of cresting, I stopped my hips dead. To keep her from cooling off, I licked her nipples in the pauses or gently rubbed her clit with my thumb. Like shaping porcelain, I carefully kindled the flame of ecstasy until Ye-hwa's reason melted away completely.

"Ahhh—! Haah, haaah... Aahng, aah~"

By now her body moved on pure female instinct alone. Tear-damp lashes and hot breath lured me in; her breasts swayed obscenely with every pitiful thrash of her body, daring me on. I let myself be drawn in gladly and never stopped moving my hips.

Then, when the pleasure piled in her could no longer be held back, I drove all the way in and pressed the head flush against the mouth of her womb.

"Haaauh—!"

Especially sensitive there, she made a sound like her breath had been punched out of her. I locked our bodies tight together and snapped my hips, grinding against her cervix the way one might press a meridian point, sending the stimulation straight into her womb again and again.

"Aah—! Aauuh...! Aahng—!"

Both arms locked around my back, both legs clamped around my waist—she finally crossed the threshold of climax.

"Aaaaaaaahng—!"

Like a flood and a typhoon striking at once, juices overflowed from her pussy and her inner walls convulsed wildly. I didn't fight the current; I released my own desire with it.

A shudder ran through me—every time I spilled into her, a spine-tingling rush raced all the way up to the crown of my head. Ye-hwa's pussy suckled my seed as if it wanted every last drop left in my balls.

The long foreplay had made her orgasm both intense and long-lasting.

"Haa... haa... haa..."

I held her as she panted in a dazed haze and rolled us onto our sides. While I idly kneaded her breasts and enjoyed the languor after climax, she started fussing again.

"Aang...! Stop it already. It's over, so let me rest."

Fresh off her peak, her body was still so sensitive that even having her chest touched hit hard. Too bad for her—I still had one more round left.

"Over? What are you talking about? Now we circulate our energy."

"Circulate...? Ah—you mean the energy circulation of the Gyo-hwang-yu-cheon-sim-beop. Ugh... To think the precious body my parents gave me must be defiled by such a filthy heretical art..."

Watching Ye-hwa shudder as if she were truly revolted, I spoke in a teasing tone.

"Think positive. A lewd dairy-cow slave like you will gush her brains out and hit paradise from the energy work alone."

"Watch your tongue. I am not a lewd woman. Even if I am your slave at present, I ask that you remember this: respecting a minimum of dignity is how you protect your own honor as well."

Wow. She'd been pinned under me screaming her head off not ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠a minute ago, and she could still come out with lines like that. This big sister had a shameless streak of her own.

"Is that so? Then let's see just how well you hold out."

I jabbed a single finger into her lower belly and began circulating the Gyo-hwang-yu-cheon-sim-beop.

Riding my seed, my internal energy forced its way deep into her belly and sank into her dantian.

"Hyeek?!"

She clutched her lower abdomen and let out a piercing shriek. Next my energy tore roughly through the meridians she had spent so much care polishing. She clamped both hands over her mouth and tried to endure—but once my energy violated her all the way up to the Baihui point at the crown of her head, her resolve finally crumbled, and the face of a wanton female took over.

"Ahh... aauuh... No... This isn't energy circulation...!"

With a completely undone expression, she could only keep repeating that this wasn't energy work. Then, the instant my energy completed a full grand circulation and returned to her dantian, she seized the bedding in both fists and arched her back hard.

"Nngiiiiih—!"

With a strangely comical moan, her pussy erupted in a spectacular spray.

"Pff—"

Ah, damn it. I wasn't supposed to laugh, and I laughed.

Fortunately, Ye-hwa was in no condition to hear it.

"Heeuhn..."

Between the drained emptiness of the energy circulation and the shame of a forced climax, she had completely checked out. She lay sprawled on her back, staring blankly at the ceiling—and a moment later, she fainted clean away.