Tasting Again After Nineteen Years (6)
At the wine house. Flower Capital Inn. Face veiled.
I had sent a secret note through Wolbaek’s attendant at lunch. It was the same person I had firmly warned the last time. And now, gazing out over Suseo Lake where the sun had sunk beyond the horizon and only twilight lingered in the sky, I was enjoying a modest bit of leisure at the inn—simple side dishes and a small bottle of white liquor already ordered. The cup had long stood empty. The darker the sky grew, the higher my excitement climbed, until I could barely remain seated without the liquor’s haze to steady me.
“...Young Master.”
In that instant a mysterious woman settled right beside me. Black outer robe, face hidden behind a cloth veil, an air of quiet mystery about her.
“Have you finished your drink?”
“Uh... yeah.”
“...It isn’t a wine that suits a day like today. I’ve prepared something better. Will you come with me?”
“...If there’s better wine than this, I’ll go anywhere.”
“Hehe.”
She must have tried hard to conceal it, yet I already knew exactly who she was—and the mood that had brought her to my side. The breath that slipped past her veil to reach me was already thick with moisture, and her voice carried a plaintive note I had never heard from her before. Others might have missed it, but with senses as sharp as mine I could not help knowing even if I wished otherwise.
Keep your head straight... Jin Yu, you have to keep your head straight.
The woman was Hee. A being one must never touch carelessly—especially now, when she might yet be offered to the Emperor. First I needed to learn about the Cobweb. Just as yesterday, begin with the breasts, then work downward and see how far the network stretched. That was the priority. Intercourse was forbidden. She was Wolbaek, who might leave Nakseongguan for the Emperor himself.
...But Wolbaek isn’t a virgin. Would adding me really ruin her value that much...?
The thought flashed past without a ready rebuttal, yet I resolved to hold to Mother’s words. This body would one day rule Nakseongguan. If I let lust rule me, I would only destroy the brothel. So stay calm. Keep your wits. Absolutely no thrusting...
...But really—absolutely not?
Cradling that faint question in my chest, I rose and followed Wolbaek deeper into the inn.
—Click.
The lock snapped shut. I had been admiring the magnificent river view from the room I would occupy tonight when, opposite the window, the door closed firmly. When I turned, Wolbaek had already removed her veil.
“Young Master?”
“What?”
“Do you still remember what happened six years ago?”
“...Of course.”
Suddenly prying at my trauma.
“Aren’t you... afraid of me?”
“I am.”
“...”
“To be precise, I was. Back when I didn’t know you were a pathetic courtesan who came just from having her breasts fondled.”
“Ugh...”
Wolbaek’s face tightened slightly. She closed her eyes, drew a deep breath, then spoke again in a steadier voice.
“You plan to keep milking that one moment I let my guard down, don’t you?”
“Yeah. And I plan to make you drop it again today.”
“That won’t happen. I’ve come thoroughly prepared this time.”
“Oh? Have you?”
“Of course. I paid the money, so I expect a proper return.”
“What, do you want me to service you?”
Wolbaek gave a soft, mocking chuckle.
“You have that intention, then?”
“Whatever the one who paid says.”
“You really love that line.”
“But there’s one problem.”
“...What is it?”
Narrowing her eyes, she walked slowly toward me.
“I can’t receive service anyway.”
“...?”
“You’ll collapse in a few minutes like yesterday—how am I supposed to receive anything?”
“Y-you...! Are you going to keep bringing up yesterday?!”
“So it doesn’t matter what it is. Tell me to service and I will. And I’ll make sure you never ask for it again.”
“Hup...!”
Color flooded her face in an instant. She shook her head as if to clear stray thoughts, then stretched out an arm and pointed at me with a look of sudden resolve.
“Two days’ worth.”
“...”
“Service that much.”
“Gladly. Like yesterday, the breasts—”
“—No. I’m tired of the breasts.”
“Tired of them...”
From what I saw yesterday she could have lived content for a lifetime on that alone. Wolbaek drew the pointing hand back to herself and slipped off the black outer robe that had covered her from shoulders to ankles like a long coat.
...Thud.
“......Wow.”
Beneath it lay a single thin garment, and under that, Wolbaek’s bare body. No underclothes. Only a curtain-like translucent cloth draped over her primordial form. The nipples I had freely tasted and savored yesterday, the full breasts, the narrow waist, the childbearing hips, the inverted-triangle gap between her thighs just wide enough for a hand, and above it the labia shyly protruding in a cloven shape—all of it was there. Light from the pleasure boats on Suseo Lake mixed with the lewd glow of the street’s red lanterns and licked those contours into sharp relief.
I didn’t know why, but she had clearly decided to seduce me.
Ha....
You started this first?
That was the thought running through me when Wolbaek walked steadily to the bed and sat carefully upon it. She leaned her back against the wooden headboard, almost reclining, tilted her head slightly so it rested against the wall, and looked down at me while slowly drawing her knees up into an M. When she pressed her soles flat to the mattress, her pure-white toes pointed toward me.
“Today, not the breasts—here.”
She rested her right wrist on her knee and pointed between her thighs with one finger. Without undergarments, wearing only the one-piece thin robe, her vulva lay completely bare to my eyes. I still could not believe the place remained pink. Not the pale pink of cherry-blossom petals, but a deeper azalea pink that only heightened her whoreishness. She played at being a lofty courtesan, yet she was a whore who serviced customers. That truth cracked, just a little, the restraint in my mind that labeled her “a woman to be offered to the Emperor.”
A whore like you going to the Emperor?
No—you look prettier getting fucked by me right here.
It suits you better to be under me, moaning.
A dangerous urge to break her completely rose inside me.
“What are you doing?”
Wolbaek spread her feet wider and beckoned me closer. As her thighs parted, her labia opened left and right, already flushed and swollen inner flesh inviting me. At the same time a thick feminine scent unfurled like breath. With a bitter little smile and a voice thick with desire she said:
“Suck it❤️”
“...Prepare yourself, Noona.”
You’re finished.
How and for what I died in my previous life....
“I’ll carve it into that body for good.”
I climbed onto the bed. The room was large, so the bed was generous enough that two people could lie lengthwise without trouble. The nearer I drew to Wolbaek, the thicker the lewd scent became—not only the fragrance rising from her pussy, but the flush of her face, the heat of her excited body, the moisture seeping from every pore. All of it blended into the scent of a female in heat. What some call pheromones stirred the most male part of me. I undid my clothes, stripped off trousers and undergarments, and tossed them to the floor. Her gaze fell on my cock, already rigid from the near-nakedness of her body.
“Hup...”
Her eyes went round, the look of someone who had just seen something extraordinary. Well, I had stared just as hard the moment her vulva came into view, so we were even. I watched her expression for a while, then slowly lowered myself. It felt as though Wolbaek’s knees were rising to meet me. My line of sight dropped from her knees to her thighs to her shins, and there in the center waited a modest yet lovely azalea ready to open its petals. I wanted that flower to bloom fully.
“I shall dig in...”
“What are you saying?!”
“To think you were hiding such rare wine in a place like this, Noona Wolbaek.”
“W-wine? What nonsense is that?”
“It makes a person drunk... how could this not be wine?”
If I had to name it, the lower lips, perhaps?
A feast after nineteen years.
Dying of asphyxiation because of a pussy and still wanting to bury my nose and dip my tongue again?
—If you asked me that, I would answer without a second’s hesitation: Of course!
Because it is rapturously pretty. Beautiful. Ten thousand praises are not enough to describe the eroticism of a woman’s sex. A woman’s genitals look like a simplified house: there is a roof, pillars, walls, and a floor.
“Haaup...”
“Heut...!”
First I licked the roof with my tongue. The ridgepole is the clitoris—the glans that holds the labia minora spreading to either side like a calyx.
“Heung... huu...”
“Chup... chap, chuup...”
Usually the clitoris is well covered by its hood. In that case one must not force it free; instead suck gently and rub with the tip of the tongue until the clitoris itself erects and lifts the cover to emerge.
“Lick, lick, chuup...”
“Euk, hut, no, hup, ah—don’t...”
It is also the densest cluster of nerves. Sometimes women come from clitoral stimulation alone. Yet to stop there is a desecration of every other precious part that can be tasted. Regrettably there would be chances later to dote on it again... for now I finished by sweeping the smooth inner membrane of my lips up and down the clitoris. Whether because the motion was almost pure suction or because Wolbaek’s clitoris was larger than expected, a wet tsup sound lingered in the air.
“Ahit!!”
Her owner’s cute moan was a bonus.