Knight of Mu-yeol (Revised)
“Ugh! Urgh! Unngh!”
I pounded away at Baekseol, who was face-down on the bed, burying her face in the pillow. If I came now, would this be the third time? No, fourth? My cock was starting to go numb, but thinking of her as my fully owned beauty knight kept it standing strong—no stopping it.
Still, that's enough for now.
Final sprint. I slammed into her pale ass, already red and flushed, the wet slap-slap-slap echoing as I unloaded.
“Nngh…!”
Her body tensed rigid, trembling violently, then she let out a sharp “Haaah” and dropped her head. Her tongue lolled out slightly, face blank and dazed—it was hot as hell, but my dick was finally hitting its limit.
Maybe I need some stamina boosters.
Schlop—suction. I gripped her soft ass cheek hard and pulled out. Her pussy clenched and oozed fluid; once fully out, a gush of thick white cum poured forth.
“Ahng….”
Smack!
“Hik?!”
I gave her ass a casual swat for no reason and headed to the table to wet my parched throat. Time for some wine.
Beep.
Right then, Im Sua slipped in—she had guest access. She took one look at my half-hard cock drooping like a fishing rod and Baekseol sprawled on the bed, then let out an “Oh my~.”
She approached me. I leaned against the wall with the wine bottle and glass in hand; she dropped to her knees and grasped my slick, soaked shaft.
“Ah—.”
She engulfed it in one go. Slurp. Suck, slurp—she bobbed her head busily, looking up at me. I'd thought I was spent from railing Baekseol, but her mouth brought the pleasure roaring back.
I savored the dizzying cleanup blowjob while pouring and sipping my wine.
“Fuu.”
Perfect chaser.
As I drained the glass, the signal hit. No holding back—I blew my load down Sua's throat.
“Hng,”
Blissful ecstasy mixed with a sharp sting of pain. Yeah, I'd overdone it.
Real limit now….
Slurp, smack. Kiss. Sua swallowed every drop, licked my cock clean from root to tip, and finally released it. Her glossy lips shone extra red—fuck, she looked irresistible. But my dick wouldn't rise anymore.
“...Did you handle things well?”
“Yes. It cost more than expected, but I prioritized your reputation over the money and spent freely.”
“Good girl.”
I stroked her hair; she beamed with rainbow-like joy.
“M-My lord….”
A glance up—Baekseol, who’d been limp moments ago, had propped herself up, staring our way. Her flustered face said she’d watched the whole blowjob.
“What, you wanna suck it too?”
“...!”
She flinched back, chin jerking away. Her face flushed crimson to boot.
Sua chuckled at her, pulled tissues from her ever-present pack, and wiped my cock clean. The cool touch felt great.
“Too tired today. Next time, suck all you want.”
“Th-That’s not what I—!”
“Lost your virginity today and you’re already this slutty, Baekseol.”
“That’s not it…!”
She protested beet-red. But with her pussy soaked like that, she definitely had a knack for it. This pervert Baekseol.
I pulled up my pants, lay on the bed, and patted beside me. Baekseol hesitated wildly before flopping down next to me; Sua demurely stood by the bed.
She asked, “Master, heading back tonight?”
“No schedule, right?”
“Yes.”
“Then crash here and leave tomorrow morning. AV ride’s quick anyway.”
“Understood. Shall I sleep here too…?”
“Yeah. Bed’s huge and comfy.”
“Yes, Master.”
Let’s see… time now…. Only 3 p.m.?
...Come to think of it, something felt off earlier.
Sex sated, sprawled on the bed, the earlier weirdness resurfaced. I placed a hand on Baekseol’s breast, kneading the soft, pleasant flesh as she snuggled close.
“Baekseol.”
“...Yes?”
“What was that earlier? Your reaction said someone was there.”
“!”
She wouldn’t have let danger near, but her freakout bugged me. Real stalker maybe? She was stunning, after all. And after years in barracks with fellow trainees, some guy nursing a deep crush made sense.
“That was…!”
Bingo. Something there.
Baekseol agonized visibly—Should I tell him?—lips twitching. I pressed her nipple firmly to urge her; she finally spilled.
The story shocked me.
What? Constant confessions, kept rejecting, but accepted one yesterday?
Close call—disaster averted. Good thing I took her first time, first kiss; she’d never even been touched all those years. A little later and….
Lucky I came in person. Delivery and….
Ugh. Don’t even think it.
...Daring to eye my Baekseol?
“So that guy was lurking nearby earlier?”
“...Yes.”
Unforgivable. Greedy bastard couldn’t let go. And her too—trainee knight or not, accepting without an owner? Needed training.
Unexpected rage stirred my dead cock back to life.
Sex addiction? Won’t quit rising.
Might be a good thing…?
“M-My lord?”
I rose, mounted her again. Spread her legs, slotted my hips between.
“Gotta make sure that punk knows whose property our Seol is.”
“Whaaat?? W-Wai, nngh…!!”
I plunged into her startled, fearful depths. Her walls clenched to push me out; I forced to the hilt and rocked my hips.
“Hak! Ahk!”
Her panicked gasps doused my anger fast. In its place: vicious thrill.
Her accepting his confession? Surprising, but whatever.
Guy can’t do shit anyway?
Baekseol’s mine. My knight. Only mine.
Poor(?) bastard could do jack shit.
Back in his room, the man sank into despair.
Baekseol, what the hell was that face.
Despair usually dragged people into endless pits, but some twisted into dark malice. He was the latter.
The woman he’d adored—loved, maybe—now repulsed him. Made him sick.
Acting all coy…. Just one fuck and that’s the face she makes?
Trigger: her face peeking through the door crack. Sweat-matted hair, flushed and dripping—not just sweat, but arousal anyone could see.
And when her “master” thrust from behind, that proud, noble face twisted into cheap, vulgar bliss.
Shattered him.
No way…. She wasn’t a virgin…?
Then it hit. Yeah. Explained if not a virgin. First-timer pierced by a stranger wouldn’t look that pleased. Common sense: virgins bled, hurt. Enjoying it? Impossible.
Unless she was some insane slut. Not virgin, or slut. Either way, his feelings iced over—then ignited opposite.
Whore. Rejected my confession like that…!! Who the fuck was she screwing?!
Impossible for Baekseol, but he concluded anyway. In his head, she was now the world’s biggest slut.
No—had to be.
Next day. Sleepless, he rose with hollow eyes. Mechanical morning roll call, mechanical march to the yard.
Like yesterday. Except: Baekseol’s final greetings before leaving with her master.
“….”
Her speechifying drew his complex gaze.
Played me….
Hater’s venom. Denied reality, force-fit facts. Believed his delusion—needed that false truth, facts be damned.
Then eyes met. She startled, glanced at Ko Mu-yeol.
He rose from the VIP seat, approached as her speech wrapped. Praise his knight, event ends.
Baekseol’s… last sight….
Probably final glimpse. Suppressed truth diluted fantasies; tender feelings resurfaced. Heart ached anew.
“…?”
Eye contact with the young master.
Smirk.
“?!”
The bastard grinned. Nasty, mocking.
What? Why….
No way…. Did Seol tell him?
Yesterday, lurking at her door—eyes met. He’d emerged. Even fucked there.
That… scum…!!
Lowlife like him hears about it all? Makes sense for that sneer.
Mocking me…!!
Chest burned. Fiery.
But he just clenched his fists.
Event over. Then….
“Trainee Knight Jinguok. Escort the young master.”
“...Pardon?”
Sudden order.
“Me, sir?”
“Yes. Told him you’re Baekseol’s understudy; wants personal praise. Chat a bit.”
“….”
Bad vibes. No way that guy wanted to chat.