Chapter 82
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 82
Chapter Title: Bumpy Deflowering
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Rattle.
I climbed into the carriage with Jegal Seo.
Rattle.
The cramped space hit me the moment the door shut. It was way smaller inside than I'd imagined. With an adult man and woman sitting across from each other, our knees were practically brushing—this thing was designed to force intimacy.
'At least they threw in a coachman.'
I let out a quiet sigh of relief, catching a glimpse of the driver's back through the small window separating the driver's seat from the cabin. I'd been worried we might have to handle this long trip ourselves, but this wasn't a bad start.
"We're off!"
The coachman's booming shout rang out, and the carriage creaked into motion.
Rattle. Rattle.
The steady vibrations hummed up through my seat and into my body. As soon as we started moving, Jegal Seo plastered herself to the window, peering out eagerly. Her green eyes sparkled with curiosity.
She spent all her time cooped up in the dim archives of the Vermilion Bird Squad, so an open road like this must have felt fresh and new. Her outings were limited to the markets or buildings within the Murim Alliance anyway. Every unfamiliar sight flashing by seemed like a wonder to her.
I watched her profile for a moment, then sent a quiet mental command just for her ears.
'Peek-a-boob.'
"Eek…!"
Her shoulders stiffened, and she jumped like a startled rabbit. Her face flushed crimson as she whipped her head around, sneaking a glance toward the driver's seat. It was a silent protest—how could you do that with the coachman right there? As if she didn't know full well what was coming.
I raised my voice toward the driver's compartment.
"Take good care of the ride, sir."
"You got it, Vice Squad Leader! Leave it to me!"
I slipped a subtle suggestion his way. Focus only on the road ahead and driving. Nothing else matters.
Confirming the hypnosis had taken hold, I shrugged at Jegal Seo.
"Ugh…."
She fidgeted, hesitating for a long while. Her cheeks burned as she stole glances at me, then finally gave in, trembling fingers slowly lifting the collar of her red martial robe.
No undergarments—just bare skin beneath the robe. As the fabric parted, a glimpse of pale breast mound appeared, topped by a shy pink nipple.
I smiled, extending my index finger to lightly tap and rub the tip.
"Ngh… Ah… Mm…."
A soft, involuntary moan slipped from her lips. She clapped both hands over her mouth, desperately stifling it. Her frantic efforts to stay quiet were pitiful yet thrilling.
The coachman couldn't hear a thing anyway, thanks to the hypnosis.
I didn't tell her that. Instead, I teased her nipple more relentlessly—circling it softly with my finger, flicking it lightly. Each touch made her shoulders twitch, tears welling up in her eyes almost instantly.
Those teary green eyes. Why do you have to cry in a way that turns me on so much?
I pinched the now-swollen nipple between thumb and forefinger, giving it a slight twist.
"Hiiik!"
A sharp cry burst from her lips before she could stop it. Panicking, she clamped her hands over her mouth again and glanced at the coachman. Naturally, he stared straight ahead, unmoved.
"Hoo… Ha…."
She exhaled in shaky relief, her chest heaving. I seized the moment, sending another mental command.
'Peek-a-pussy.'
"Ah… Ah…."
Her face drained of color as she read my intent. She stared at me with wide eyes, silently begging, 'Please… no more…'
In response, I sent one more word.
'Now.'
A single tear finally spilled from her eye. Sniffling, she lifted the hem of her pants with trembling hands.
And there it was—her secret garden revealed.
Green pubic hair. Pale labia. Nestled between, a soft mound and a vivid pink slit.
So pretty….
Admiring it, I reached out and traced the slit. Clear nectar coated my finger as the tight pink folds parted easily. I gently stroked the plump mound with my thumb.
So soft….
Gazing at and touching a woman's most intimate place was always a fresh, delightful exploration.
Swipe. Swipe.
Each stroke of her delicate flesh made her shoulders jerk.
"Ngh… Mm… Ngh…."
She fought to hold back, but the moans escaped anyway, her whole body quivering.
I slipped my ring finger inside like a ring, just a little. Hot, wet walls clung to it, sucking it deeper. I pushed slowly, parting the resistance.
So tight….
The tip bumped against a thin membrane. Her hymen.
Tap. Tap.
Playfully prodding it made her body arch sharply again.
Ah, this is turning me on.
Teasing her maiden barrier, I whispered softly in her ear.
"Can I… tear this?"
Her face blazed red at my question. Looking up at me with teary eyes, she barely managed to speak.
"Y-Yes… Ngh… Okay…."
She nodded faintly, like an obedient puppy.
"Good girl."
A shy smile bloomed on her face at the praise.
"Hee… Heehee…."
I chuckled softly.
"Then… shall I tear it with my finger?"
"Ah. Ah…!"
She let out a small, panicked cry. It was so cute I cleared my throat and said,
"Just kidding."
I slowly withdrew my finger. Leaning back against the seat, I opened the front of my pants.
My heavy cock sprang free, veins throbbing like wriggling worms along its length. Precum beaded at the tip and dribbled down.
I commanded her softly.
"Come here."
"Y-Yes… Okay…."
She hesitated, looking scared, but soon crawled over with her trembling body, settling into my lap. We naturally shifted into a face-to-face seated position, her straddling me from below.
I whispered in her ear.
"Put it in yourself."
"……."
Without a word, she lifted her hips slightly and aligned my glans with her tiny slit. The hot, hard tip nudged her soft labia and touched her mucosa. But that was it—she trembled there, unable to lower herself further.
"Scared?"
She nodded faintly.
"Yes…."
I stroked her head gently.
"Fear comes from ignorance. You're smart—you know what I mean."
She fell silent for a moment, thinking. Then resolve flashed in her green eyes.
Slowly, without hesitation, she lowered her hips.
Riiiip—!
A sharp tearing sound like ripped silk, and her taut hymen gave way in one go. With no resistance left, my cock slid deep, root-deep into her, swallowing her cry whole.
She bit her lower lip hard. Red flesh mashed between white teeth—the pain of her first time lingered. Her body trembled like a leaf.
I whispered in her ear.
"You can cry."
The words unleashed it all—the pent-up sorrow, pain, and inexplicable emotions exploded out.
"Waaah—!"
She wailed like a child. I cupped her tear-streaked face gently and pressed our lips together. Her sobs and hot tears flowed into my mouth. I swallowed them all.
"Mmph…! Mmmph…!"
Her eyes widened. Stunned by the sudden kiss, she froze, forgetting to cry. I slipped my tongue in, stirring her mouth softly. Her stiff tongue soon responded timidly, clumsily chasing and tangling with mine.
My hips stayed still.
In the narrow, rocking carriage, we just mixed saliva and tears in a long, deep kiss.
How much time passed? When breath grew short, I slowly pulled away.
"Pha… Ha…."
She panted heavily, cheeks flushed, green eyes misty and dazed.
Rattle.
Then the carriage hit a bump, jolting hard.
"Eek!"
My buried cock plunged deep inside her, stirring her depths. She yelped in surprise.
As the carriage steadied, she sighed in relief.
"Hoo… Haa…."
But the peace didn't last. I didn't move, but the carriage kept going. The constant rattles were our only motion—each one making my cock tease and prod her deepest, tenderest spots.
Ah, my cock feels so warm.