A Secret Deal with the Young Lady (3)
"Haaah..."
She gasped for breath with her eyes glazed over, twitching and shuddering. There was only one word to describe her — arousing.
It was a different feeling from Gap-soon. With Gap-soon, it was the thrill of conquest, like finally bedding the childhood friend I'd grown up with. With Shin Ha-yoon, it was more like seducing a boss at work.
Pale skin peeked through the layers of her thick hanbok. Her hand, at some point, had lost its place and was wandering aimlessly in the air, and in step with it, her chest was gradually coming into view.
Staring at her openly and snapping her back to awareness right now would be an idiot's move.
This was not the moment to excite her further, or to bring her back to her senses. It was the moment to show her what to do next — in other words, to guide her.
"My lady."
"Uh... ah?"
Shin Ha-yoon answered with hazy eyes. Her dazed gaze turned toward me — and the point where her eyes ended was my lips.
"Aren't you curious? How good it feels."
"Mm... but I have to protect my innocence..."
Reason was slowly returning to Shin Ha-yoon's eyes. That was only natural.
Completely destroying the beliefs she'd carried all her life? Impossible. And so, all I needed was a tiny crack.
I just had to make a small crack. This was the first step.
"I am not asking you to share a bed with me."
"...Huh?"
"I am merely asking you to relieve just a very small part of my desire."
At my words, the corners of her eyes twitched. Shin Ha-yoon was almost fully awake now, which meant she understood exactly what I meant.
But her knowledge of such matters was shallow. In other words, what she thought of as relieving desire was intercourse — or as it would be put in this era, the union of clouds and rain.
But I had said I was not asking her to share my bed. Before she could render a proper judgment, I had to resolve everything.
"What I asked you to touch earlier. Do you remember?"
"Mmnh..."
Shff.
Remembering how she'd fondled my cock at the lake just moments ago, she clenched her thighs together and wriggled.
Good. Just a little more.
"And even before that. Your breath alone made my manhood grow hard."
"Hah... hah..."
Her eyes were beginning to lose focus again. And what filled them was intellectual curiosity.
And lust.
"Merely watching me excites me tremendously, my lady."
"Th-there's no way that's possible..."
Wham.
At her words, I stood straight up and pulled down my waistband.
And then —
Thwip!
"It- it's grown..."
"Merely showing it to you excites me this much, my lady."
"B-because of me..."
Tap.
Shin Ha-yoon reached out before she even realized it. At some point, her fingertips were already touching my manhood. And then —
Sliip...
Without thinking, she wrapped her hand around my cock. Of her own accord.
"Haaahng...."
Shff.
Even though she'd merely taken hold of it, her lower body must have started itching, because the frequency with which she rubbed her thighs together visibly increased.
Watching Shin Ha-yoon slip fully into heat, I drove the wedge in deeper.
"What do you think, my lady? It's not as though you'd be losing your innocence."
"But thaaat... I can't..."
"This will be a secret between the two of us. We already share a secret as it is, don't we?"
"...A secret?"
"Yes. A secret. This can simply be another secret we two keep together."
At my words, Shin Ha-yoon murmured in a daze.
"A secret..."
Shin Ha-yoon held a deep resentment toward Lord Shin Do-yoon. No matter how much they'd reconciled, the fact remained that he had tried to marry her off as if selling her to some old man's concubinage.
That was why she'd been alone in the dead of night, lost in thought, soaking in the lake.
Rebellion.
A very small act of defiance — defying Lord Shin's command never to enter the Rear Mountain Lake.
Through it, Shin Ha-yoon relieved her stress. And right now, I was tempting her to commit another such small act of rebellion.
As a secret between just the two of us — one that would never, ever be discovered.
"...Fine. But it's a secret."
Squeeze....
Focus had returned to Shin Ha-yoon's eyes at some point. But. She was a little different from before.
A slightly mischievous expression. And with her face flushed from excitement, she gripped my cock in her hand and said —
that it would be a secret.
And to her words,
"Of course."
I nodded and answered.
Unfortunately, nothing further happened between the young lady and me after that.
The reason: morning had arrived.
Joseon's mornings began at five o'clock before dawn, so no matter how early the hour, I couldn't let my guard down.
The lady and I descended the mountain with our secret pledged between us, and before I knew it, I was back home.
By now, Shin Ha-yoon had surely gone inside as well, pretending she had only just woken from sleep.
"Mmnya... mmnyaahm...."
"Phew... Gap-soon."
"Hyiik... n-nooo... mmnyaahm.... dooon't...."
"Hm."
I'd planned to wrap her in my arms and enjoy a long, leisurely round of morning sex, but I hadn't expected her to be this exhausted.
She hadn't done that many last night, had she?
Recently, Gap-soon's stamina had improved by leaps and bounds — beyond the five rounds she'd spoken of to Shin Ha-yoon, she could now manage a full two more. Seven rounds, and she'd pass out.
As long as we kept training our stamina through sex like this, one day she'd be able to manage twenty rounds, surely.
But there was a real problem.
"Phew... this is driving me crazy."
My own lust and stamina were growing right along with everything else.
Before my first experience with Gap-soon, my maximum number of self-relief sessions in a day had been barely ten.
But now? Ten rounds only barely satisfied me — I needed at least twenty a day.
These physical abilities and talents of mine really did seem to grow continuously through the act of sex itself.
In the end, I gave the struggling Gap-soon's ass one last kneading and went outside to finish the tasks that Gap-soon and I had to complete.
Jolt.
"Ahem..."
Apparently I'd spent quite a while kneading her ass.
When I stepped outside, my eyes met Shin Ha-yoon's, already dressed. The moment our gazes locked, she flinched in alarm and hurriedly distanced herself from me.
She's way too obvious.
Still, no one else would find it strange. After all, Shin Ha-yoon was Lord Shin's daughter, and I was nothing more than a slave.
Tearing my eyes from Shin Ha-yoon, I set off to finish my allotted duties. Stable cleaning! — no, not that.
My assigned work was splitting firewood. Ever since I'd begun learning axe techniques from the man in black, my duties had come to center on wood-splitting. No doubt on Lord Shin's direct orders.
I'd washed myself clean at the lake just before dawn — there was no need to get covered in sweat again.
Fetching the kindling axe and finishing my preparations, I gazed quietly at the clothes I was wearing... then simply took them off.
Dol-soi didn't notice.
No — to put it precisely, just as the exceptionally handsome grow numb to the gazes of others, becoming unable to feel them at all —
he could no longer properly feel the eyes fixed upon him.
A height of nearly 190 centimeters. A frame so vast that more than a few people asked whether he was even human.
Dol-soi drew the eye by his very existence alone, and having lived in this place for so long, he had inevitably become desensitized to staring.
And so, at this very moment, he failed to notice that the gazes of countless female slaves were fixed upon him.
"He- he took it off... Dol-soi took his shirt off!"
"WHAT?!"
"Oh my, move it, you girl! Out of my way!"
One of the female slaves in the kitchen, preparing rice, quietly called out. At once, the surrounding slaves' eyes lit up and they rushed to poke their heads out the window.
The place their gazes were directed — there was Dol-soi, stripped to the waist, axe in hand, splitting firewood.
"Hnngh...!"
CRACK.
A single swing of his axe split the wood clean in two. Not a mere branch — a log as thick as a horse's thigh.
"Good heavens... just look at those back muscles."
"How can a man's chest be so square?"
"And his thighs — how thick must those be..."
Heads out the window, the female slaves couldn't tear their eyes from him.
Women, as a rule, are creatures who long to be protected by a man. And the female slaves of the Joseon era were no exception.
If anything, they craved it even more than the women of the modern age — never less.
Their gazes were locked on one point.
A body that couldn't even be compared to an ordinary man's. And a personality to match it — a true man's man.
The idol of all the female slaves was none other than Dol-soi.
But there was one who had glimpsed what lay beneath that admiration.
"Ahh... imagine how good Gap-soon must feel every single night..."
"I sneaked a peek last time, you know? They say it's definitely over one ja long — that's about eight inches."
"WHAT?! Is that for real?!"
"I'm telling you it's real! Do you have any idea how many clothes I've sewn in my life? I know my measurements!"
At one slave's firm declaration, the women around her groaned in envy.
Even so, their eyes stayed on Dol-soi. The only difference from before was that now their gazes were fixed solely on his crotch.
Gulp....
"Th-then... wouldn't it be hard to even handle...?"
"..."
Someone swallowed and spoke.
But those words plunged the entire kitchen into silence in an instant.
Who had said such a thing.
Could such words even be said.
No such words passed between them.
The female slaves kept their mouths shut, merely glancing at one another.
The Joseon era. An age when everyone longed to carry the seed of the strong.
Not long after the Japanese invasion had ended, widows abounded, and now that many men were taking those widows into their arms —
Having felt the crisis of life itself, their reproductive urges were flourishing.
"H- haha... it's warm in here."
"You're right. Is the fire burning too hot?"
One by one, they left their posts — to lower the fire, or perhaps to drink some water.
The kitchen had grown rather heated.
And then there was Dol-soi's wife, Kim Gap-soon.
She, too, knew exactly how Dol-soi was regarded among the female slaves.
"Haaah..."
Bolt upright!
"Hgyiik...?!"
Suddenly gripped by unease, Kim Gap-soon tried to spring up from her seat — and wrenched her back.
"Damn it... don't tell me he wrecked my back and then went off doing something strange...?"
As she rubbed her aching back, the thought struck her — an image of Dol-soi mixing bodies with another woman.
"KYAAAAH! No!"
Scramble....
Just as the frantic Gap-soon tried to rush out of bed, the pain from moments before forced her to rise ever so slowly.
Then, clutching her back, she opened the door and walked out one careful step at a time.
Slaves hurried past her in every direction. Weaving between them, Kim Gap-soon headed for where Dol-soi would be.
Lately, the only work he did was splitting firewood.
He'd even boasted that every single tree used at Lord Shin's estate these days was felled by his own axe.
He'd said so himself, so he had to be there.
Kim Gap-soon walked toward the wood-splitting yard, and her eyes found Dol-soi hard at work, splitting logs.
Stripped to the waist.
CRACK!
The thunderous sound of splitting wood carried all the way to where she stood, a great distance away.
In that instant, two emotions surged up inside Kim Gap-soon.
Pride. Pride that a man like this was her husband.
And the other was fury. How dare he show his body to women other than herself!
Just as Kim Gap-soon approached Dol-soi to tell him to put his clothes back on, something unbelievable reached her ears.
"So like I said — if you do it this way, you can knock Dol-soi down, see?"
"No way!"
"It's true. First you flash your butt at him like this, and then — right here. Spread your legs wide, like this?"
"Ooooh...!"
Snap.
Hearing those voices rising from the huddle of female slaves, Kim Gap-soon felt something in her head break clean in two.