Knight of Mu-yeol
Baekseol's body was like a perfectly sculpted statue. Not a single ounce of excess fat—the epitome of flawless beauty. The swell of her breasts, the impossible slimness of her waist, the voluptuous flare of her hips—all in perfect golden proportions. I propped myself up on my elbows to admire her from head to toe.
Baekseol averted her gaze, cheeks flushing with embarrassment, but she didn't try to cover herself.
I grasped her ankle and spread her legs wide.
"Ahh."
Her face burned even redder, her pupils trembling with intensity.
"Baekseol, I'll give you a choice."
"A ch-choice...?"
"Should I hold your ankles, or spread your pussy open?"
"!!"
Her eyes widened at the crude words, lips parting in shock. Her saliva-slick lips, glistening from all the sucking and slurping, drew my eye.
"Ah, uhn... "
"So, what's it gonna be?"
I teased her mound with my cock, sawing back and forth lightly. She let out a whimpering "Haaah..." and squeezed her eyes shut before answering.
"H-hold... my ankles... "
"Good girl. Do it."
"Hnnngh... "
She reached out with her slender hands, gripped both ankles, and spread her legs wide herself. Her bare pussy, already stripped of clothing, was fully exposed, tempting me. The pale purple pubic hair, a shade lighter than her silver locks, framed her tightly clenched slit. I pressed my glans against it.
"Ha, ahh, ngh."
It barely slipped in, but Baekseol lifted her head, staring down at her lower body in intense focus. Her eyes were wide—clearly nervous.
The strongest knight in humanity—well, the real one—making a face like this is kinda novel.
Plunging deeper. "Guh, guh!"
"It's going in, Baekseol."
"My l-liege...! Ahk!"
I eased in slowly, parting her pussy walls. When I hit her hymen, I paused and stroked her cheek. Power level 291, and she's trembling like this over losing her virginity. The conquest burned hotter.
"Baekseol, you're mine. Body, heart, soul. Say it. Say you'll give it all to me."
"Ngh...!"
Hesitation lingered in her eyes. Probably still clinging to that despair and resignation from her traits. But I'd erase it bit by bit. Keep whispering in her ear, petting her, pumping her full of my seed—and eventually, the despair would vanish, replaced by unwavering loyalty to me.
As her loyal knight, she answered.
"...I offer them to you. My body... my heart... even my soul... to my liege... "
"I accept."
I thrust my weight forward. Tearing through her hymen, plunging deeper.
"Hak! Ahhguh!!"
Baekseol's eyes bulged impossibly wide, her well-fucked lips gaping open.
She's clenching so damn tight.
Her pussy gripped my cock like it wanted to chew it off. But I forced my way in, burying myself to the hilt. The throbbing squeezes were exquisite.
"Haaak!"
Baekseol was in real pain. She winced, one eye scrunched, panting and writhing side to side. With a normal fucktoy, I'd have jackhammered her regardless, but I didn't want to deepen that despair trait here. Still, just enduring wasn't cutting it, so I pressed my body against hers, rubbing close and kissing her.
"Mmph, mmn."
She seemed to like the kisses. As I kept going, her eyes glazed over, and she started responding more eagerly.
Schlick. I tested a slight movement.
"Ngh."
A moan leaked through. She looked much better. I started thrusting.
"Hngh, hnn, mmph."
Lips locked, I moved slowly, savoring her pussy as my cock slid back and forth.
Slow and steady has its charms too.
Squelch, squelch—the sounds grew wetter. I pulled back from the kiss to see her dazed face. Her mouth hung open, tongue lolling out like before. On impulse, I slipped in a finger; she toyed with it briefly before sucking greedily. The suction was intense.
She'd give killer head.
Excitement ramped up. I fucked her mouth with my finger like it was my dick, matching the rhythm with my hips.
"Oonh, nnngh."
She still winced on each thrust, but no more agonized screams.
Time to ramp it up.
I picked up speed.
"Hngk! Ngh!"
The slapping grew rougher. Splat, splat—like pounding rice cakes. Baekseol had adapted; no more intense pain. Just heavy breathing as she slurped my finger desperately.
"I'm cumming, Baekseol."
"!"
"Gonna flood your insides sloppy."
I yanked my finger free and shoved my tongue into her vacant mouth, crushing my body down to pin her. Then I unloaded. Pumping thick ropes deep into her eagerly milking pussy, I held her close, stroking her back. After a while, I sat up. She panted heavily, half-lidded eyes fixed on me. Her hands still gripped her ankles, legs spread. Cum bubbled out of her pussy.
Of course, once wasn't enough.
"...On your knees."
The man hurried forward, a foreboding dread gnawing at him.
That woman was definitely the young master's personal secretary... If she's out here alone!
Baekseol and the young master—alone together—
'!!!!'
It felt like someone had shoved a 1000-degree iron ball into his chest. Burning hot, melting him from inside, stomach churning, head spinning.
Baekseol... Seol...!
What else could it mean for a man and woman to be alone? And Baekseol stood out even among the hundred trainee knights—in skill and beauty. No hot-blooded guy would leave her alone. He'd probably thrown her stunning white beauty onto the bed, licking her from head to toe, ravaging her. Spread her legs and mercilessly pound between them with his filthy cock.
Baekseol would sob in pain. But her master wouldn't care, slamming his hips brutally. After dumping inside her gasping body, he'd flip her over, yank her ass up. Toy with her gaping asshole and pussy, then ram in again, slapping away.
Baekseol would clutch the sheets, sobbing.
'!!!!'
Blood trickled from his bitten lip. The vivid fantasy sparked unbearable rage and nausea.
He knew. Once she became someone's knight, this was inevitable. But... but still...
Never... no fucking way...!!!
He couldn't accept it. His feet sped up. The place they'd be was probably the women's dorm where Baekseol stayed. No plan—just go. He broke into a run.
As the runner-up among trainees, second only to Baekseol, he was insanely fast. He shattered the sound barrier in seconds, sonic booms scattering everywhere, arriving at the dorm in a blink.
BOOM—!
A gale whipped up. Unauthorized supersonic flight on base meant punishment later, but he didn't care.
"Wh-what the—?!"
The guarding soldiers scanned the sudden chaos. He slipped through in the confusion, entering the dorm.
Thud. He leaped lightly, landing silently and slipping inside. Luckily, no one else was there. If other knights had been around, he wouldn't have dared. But that only made it worse.
They even cleared out for him...!!
Urgency spiked.
Baekseol's on the top floor.
He bolted up the stairs. Finally—
"...!"
He reached the hallway to Baekseol's room. A green light by the door—someone inside. The rest were red, absent!
"...."
No sounds. Perfect soundproofing. But a trainee knight's ears could pierce a mere wall.
- Ngh, nnngh.
- Much wetter than before?
- Ahhguh! M-my liege!
The first moans he'd ever heard from Baekseol, mixed with a strange man's heavy breaths.
Baek... seol...!!
Everything crystal clear—even Ko Mu-yeol grabbing her ass cheeks, spreading them, the wet squelches of stuffing her pussy full.
My... Baekseol...
Just yesterday, he'd been basking in joy. After ten years of waiting, he'd finally been rewarded! Why the next day—!!
His hand reached for the door instinctively. Rip it off, burst in, save Baekseol—
- ...My liege, wait.
- Hm?
"!!"
The shift inside snapped him alert. He scanned around frantically, then plastered himself to the ceiling, erasing his presence and blending into the shadows. His form faded away.
Beep. Click.
"...?"
The door opened. Baekseol peeked out, sweat-matted silver hair clinging to her face. Her flushed cheeks set in utmost seriousness as she scanned around.
Baek... seol...!!
So blatantly post-sex... anyone could tell. But why? She'd been in despair moments ago—yet it felt diminished.
"...!"
'!!'
Their eyes met. She'd spotted him. Her pupils quaked as she started closing the door—
"What is it?"
Mu-yeol's voice from behind her. The man's heart plummeted.
Baekseol suppressed her voice. "...Someone's, here—mmph?!?!"
Her voice spiked at the end. Her peeking face twisted in shock and arousal.
"Your stalker, maybe? Feels just like it."
"M-my liege!!"
"I've got a nose for this shit."
Splat, splat.
"Think that'll flush 'em out? Whoever it is."
Mu-yeol's mocking tone seeped through.
This... bastard...!!!
The man clenched his fist. He wanted to smash that fucker's skull right now. But—
Grk... ugh...!!
He endured, heart bleeding. Starting shit here helped no one. Killing her master with Baekseol present was impossible anyway.
"L-liege...! At least, go ins—!"
"Hmm, nothing? Won't come out?"
Mu-yeol pounded the open door for a minute before losing interest and retreating inside.
Brief silence. Then moans resumed from the room.
Crunch.
Blood beaded on the man's fist, dripping down.