First, Nail the Pretty One (2)
To be honest, I've always thought the hanbok was an incredibly lewd garment.
For one thing, that paper-thin fabric is the perfect way to show off a woman's figure. Especially in the sweltering summer, when even a light sheen of sweat makes it cling to every curve — and the damp cloth reveals just a hint of the skin beneath.
"Chuuup..."
"Ngh... chup..."
I couldn't hold back any longer and drove my tongue straight into Gap-soon's parted lips.
As expected, this was her first kiss, and her tongue was stiff — so awkward that "clumsy" didn't even begin to cover it. Her tongue was so tense it could barely tangle with mine at all, so I came up with a plan.
Slide...
"Hnngh...?!"
Simple: divert her attention from the kiss to somewhere else entirely.
Granted, that's a bit of a rationalization. Honestly, I was holding back a lot, okay?
Before I knew it, my hand had found Gap-soon's shoulder, and I slid her loose garment right down off it. The ties? I'd already undone them with my other hand ages ago.
The moment her clothes slipped softly down her arm, Gap-soon's tongue froze. But that was only because her whole body had frozen with it.
Melt...
"Hnn... hnnngh... D-Dol-soi... chuuup?!"
Where do you think you're going?
The instant she pulled her lips away to say something, I grabbed the back of her head, drew her back in, and sealed her mouth with mine again. Naturally, my other hand was busy kneading her bare shoulder.
Her tongue's gone limp.
That is, her tongue. Her shoulders, on the other hand, were far tenser than they'd been a moment ago. I kneaded her trapezius gently, willing her to relax, but her shoulders stayed locked up tight. At this rate we weren't getting anywhere, so I moved on to the next stage.
Namely: slowly, deliciously melting Gap-soon's heart until she was aching for it.
"Pwahaa... hoooo..."
When I finally released her lips, Gap-soon was gasping for breath. At the same time, she'd strained her face so hard that she couldn't open her mouth properly, and a thin thread of drool slid down her chin. One shoulder bare where her garment had slipped, revealing milk-pale skin.
And then...
"Her chest?"
Fluuush...
Her face flared red at my words. No way.
"You're not wearing an undergarment?"
"Sh-shut up... it got soaked earlier, okay..."
The work assigned to slaves was decided by sex. Mine was, naturally, the heavy labor — hauling heavy loads, working the fields. Women like Gap-soon usually cooked or cleaned. Not that it mattered in her case; despised by Ok-soon, the real power among the maids, she got stuck with the most backbreaking chore of all — the laundry.
I'd seen her washing clothes earlier, come to think of it. So it got wet enough that she had to take her undergarment off?
I wouldn't know — I'd been too busy scheming how to get into her pants to notice.
...Maybe because I was only staring at her ass.
Truthfully, Gap-soon's chest is plenty big too, but it's those hips that are insane. Wide as any Western woman's. That's why Ok-soon was always sexually harassing her, sneering that she'd pop out babies smooth as riding the wind.
Anyway, I took hold of Gap-soon's shoulders as she wore that dazed, oxygen-starved expression from all the kissing, and spoke to her.
"Gap-soon."
"...Huh? Wha—?"
At my touch on her shoulders, her face flushed even deeper. And then she started sneakily trying to cover her chest with her hands. Absolutely not.
I drew her shoulders back, arching her body so her chest was thrust out even more prominently. Her reddening face — ahh, this is just too fun.
"I like you."
Jolt.
At my words, Gap-soon — who had been flusteredly shrugging her shoulders — froze dead, like someone had hit the stop button. Seizing the moment, I pressed on.
"You grumble about it every single time, but I like how you save me potatoes. I like how you wake me up every morning. Gap-soon."
"Hnn... hnnnehh...?"
When me — the usual jokester — suddenly turned serious, Gap-soon made a sound like a complete fool.
"Gap-soon. Bear my child!"
"Wh... what are you— what are you saying all of a sudden?!"
"You won't?"
"I—I never said I wouldn't!"
That's it!
Gap-soon answered me with her face burning like it might burst. She couldn't meet my eyes out of sheer embarrassment, but it was more than enough. Right now, her whole body was blazing with heat.
Tug.
I took Gap-soon's chin in my hand and pulled her in. Her body followed obediently. I caught her by the back and guided her up onto my lap. Watching her move exactly as I willed, without a word of protest, I could finally feel it in my bones — Gap-soon was completely, utterly mine now.
Smiling down at her, I gripped the back of her head once more and brought my lips to hers again.
"Chuuuuup... chup..."
"Haaah... chup..."
I caught Gap-soon's slipped shoulder, slid my hand beneath the fallen fabric, and caressed her bare back. As my fingers traced down her spine, her whole body shivered — and the more the trembling subsided, the more the tension drained out of her.
"Pwahaa... why... why'd you...?"
Wow. She is insanely cute.
The way she asks why I stopped kissing, her eyes gone hazy and unfocused — how is that not the most beautiful thing in the world?
Pheromones in the air, thick and heady.
I couldn't take it anymore and pulled Gap-soon into a crushing embrace.
Squish...
Her chest pressed flush against mine. Gap-soon's face went scarlet at the sensation, but I was past the point of restraint.
Honestly — this ass of hers. How is any man supposed to hold back?
Of every woman I'd laid eyes on since reincarnating into Joseon, hers was the second-widest hips and the plumpest rear in the land.
The first, of course, being our madam.
Anyway, Gap-soon's backside had looked so delectable that I'd been drooling over it for weeks. I wasn't capable of being considerate a second longer.
Squeeze...
"Hyaah...! M-my butt...!"
"I'm just feeling up my own wife's ass. What's the problem?"
"W-wife...?"
"Am I wrong?"
"Mmnh..."
I kneaded that soft, springy backside as I asked, but Gap-soon only reddened without answering.
"Your husband asked you a question. Answer him."
"Hnn... y-yes..."
"Tsk. Properly."
Her face flushed even redder at that. We'd always spoken casually to each other, so there was no real need for formality — but come on, a man wants to hear it, doesn't he?
"Y-yes... husband..."
Ahh. That's the stuff.
Throb.
"Hyaak?! Wh-what... what is...?"
Oops. Looks like you couldn't contain yourself any better than I could, my old friend.
My fully roused cock strained so hard against my trousers it was about to tear right through them.
Gulp.
Gap-soon swallowed hard at the sight of it. Watching her, I had an idea.
"Gap-soon. Take it out for me."
"M-me...?"
"Tsk..."
"I... me?"
"Yes, you."
Gulp.
At my words, her eyes locked onto my cock. She swallowed once more, then slowly moved her hand toward my trousers. Her slender fingers made contact with the fabric — and before I knew it, trousers and undergarment alike had slid down to my knees.
Slap!
"Th-that thing's... it's supposed to look like that...?"
Gap-soon stared at my cock as it bounced free, unable to finish the sentence.
"No way. I'm just special. Biggest in all eight provinces of Joseon, I'd bet."
"Y-yeah... I guess that's true."
Gap-soon nodded, conceding the point — and then stared, not at my cock, but at her own belly.
Hoo...
"I-in there...? I'm... I'm gonna die... aren't I?"
Hmm. Maybe it's because she's so small. Putting it in like this would definitely be a bit of a stretch for her — but oh well. A wife should be able to take all of her husband, that's just how it works!
I released the cheek I'd been kneading, moved my fingers to toy with her stiffened nipple, and spoke.
"Gap-soon. Touch it yourself. Start with some spit."
"S-spit...?"
"It'll hurt if you just grab it. So spit on it first, then move your hand up and down."
Gulp.
Just how many times was she going to swallow?
Gap-soon nodded obediently and opened her mouth. And then —
"Beeeeh..."
— she swirled her tongue, pooling the saliva, and let it dribble down onto my cock in one long string. Her saliva stretched and stretched, sliding past the crown and down the shaft. Perhaps embarrassed by what she'd just done, she shivered faintly — then gave the head a few tentative taps with her fingertips.
Tap, tap.
Twitch!
"K-keep moving!"
"Obviously I'm moving."
Gap-soon had been poking curiously at it with her fingers like she was examining some strange animal, and the moment my cock twitched, she leapt back in fright. Feeling she'd observed it long enough, she finally wrapped her small hand around my shaft. Her soft palm enveloped me, and she began moving her hand up and down, embarrassment written all over her face.
"Th-the skin... it came off..."
She slid her hand down in wonder, and the foreskin drew back with it, baring the crown to the world for the first time. Staring at the exposed head, Gap-soon opened her mouth and let another stream of drool spill out.
"I thought it would hurt, so..."
I hadn't said a word, yet there she was, making excuses all on her own — then, flustered, she quickened the pace of her hand.
Good. So good. But I wasn't going to make it all the way like this.
So I took things to the next stage: I let go of her chest and rested my hand on the back of her head.
"Gap-soon. Bring your face down here."
"Mmm...? Like this?"
Having no idea what a blowjob even was, Gap-soon simply did as she was told, bowing her head and bringing her face up close to my cock.
"Open your mouth."
"The spit...?"
"That's fine. Just open up."
She had no clue what I was planning, but she gave a small nod of understanding and parted her lips. A small, delicate opening. I angled my cock down with my hand until it hovered right in front of her mouth. Gap-soon looked up at me as if she'd figured it out, and I nodded in confirmation.
"Y-you want me to... put this in my mouth?"
"Do it."
Tremble...
Her hand around my shaft was shaking. But it only lasted a moment — Gap-soon was every bit as worked up as I was, and she took my crown into her mouth.
"Hoooh... good, Gap-soon."
"Ish ghood...?"
"Yeah. It's good."
That seemed to give her confidence, and she began taking more and more past the crown, deeper into her mouth.
"That's it. Careful with your teeth. Hoooh... so good."
"Hnn... hnngh... sho goodh..."
Gap-soon was a woman, after all. A woman with all the equipment nature gave her — and her instincts seemed to tell her exactly what she was supposed to do. Careful to keep her teeth out of the way at every moment, she took my cock as deep into her throat as she could manage, then sucked on it like she was worshipping it.
God, this was so much better than a hand job. But there was something even better, wasn't there?
"Gap-soon."
"Hnnh...?"
She answered with a mumble, her words crushed around the mouthful of cock. And seeing her like that only made me want more.
A deepthroat.
"This might be a little hard on you."
"Mmm...? Hukk...?!"
Thrust!
"Kegh! Kgh... guuak...!"
I gripped the back of her head and drove myself in to the root in a single motion. Maybe it was because Gap-soon was so small and slight, but with my cock buried to the hilt in her throat, it pushed in until it was nearly at the entrance of her stomach itself.
Slap...
Squeeeze...!
I flexed my cock and gave it one hard bounce, and her throat clamped down around me like a vise.
Slap! Slap!
Gap-soon pounded frantically at my thigh — too much, she couldn't take any more — and in time with her taps, the pressure of that impossibly tight mouth-pussy sent my release climbing fast.
"Kgh... Gap-soon, I'm coming!"
Pulse... pulse...
"PWAHAAAH! Cough... kegh... cough, cough... keh..."
I painted the very entrance of her throat with my load and pulled out, and Gap-soon collapsed, heaving for breath. Her eyes were glazed and unfocused. She must have been seriously starved for air.
"Gap-soon. You okay?"
"Hnngh... I'm... I'm f-fine..."
Oh. Good to know.
"Then stay just like that. It's my turn now."
"...Huh?"
What's with the face? The main event hasn't even started yet.
