If You're Married, Sex Comes Standard
First, let me tell you about the great lord Shin Do-yoon, the man I owe my current livelihood to.
Back when he had only just climbed to the Junior 4th Rank, he caught King Gwanghaegun's eye and was appointed a core executive of the Palace Construction Directorate—the massive project the king had launched to shore up royal power.
Shin Do-yoon had talent, and Gwanghaegun recognized it. As a result, he stood out overwhelmingly even among the geniuses the king demanded be brought forward. When Gwanghaegun saw the man he had personally discovered achieve such tremendous merit, he promoted Shin Do-yoon straight up to Senior 4th Rank.
There may well have been pushback from the established ministers, but unfortunately for them, every objection was buried under Gwanghaegun's overwhelming authority.
Which is precisely why Lord Shin Do-yoon has so many enemies.
Phew... this is driving me crazy.
Crack!
"There! Swing it like that and the neck comes clean off in one stroke!"
The name of the man teaching me axe work right in front of me? No idea. His face? No idea either.
Every afternoon, this strangely masked man would appear from who-knows-where while I was out in the mountains chopping firewood, teach me how to swing an axe, and then vanish just as suddenly as he'd come.
Honestly, I couldn't make heads or tails of the whole thing.
You're supposed to chop trees with an axe—and here he was, teaching me how to sever a man's neck in a single blow.
And at this point, I couldn't exactly keep pretending not to notice.
I let out a sigh and kept swinging until the sun went down.
"Hah... hah..."
"Well done. At this point you've got the fundamentals down... So? Any thought of using something other than an axe?"
"No, sir. Honestly, I'd rather use a small hand axe and learn to throw it."
"Oh-ho! Now that's a fine idea!"
The man had been tempting me to take up the sword ever since our first lesson, and every time I'd refused. For one thing, carrying a blade was out of the question for a slave. And above all, I'd spent a lifetime swinging axes—no weapon sat more naturally in my hands. He'd tried to teach me swordplay a few times, but when I showed off my overwhelming skill with the axe, he could only marvel and concede the point.
"We'll stop here for today. Tomorrow, we practice with daggers. I know nothing of throwing axes, so drill what I've taught you and make it your own."
"Yes, sir."
"Erase every trace before you go down."
"Understood."
I didn't bother asking why I needed to erase the traces if we were just going to practice again tomorrow. There was no reason to leave evidence behind for an operation like this.
The man in black departed, and as I cleaned up the area, I turned the situation over in my mind.
Has he joined hands with the Westerners?
What year of Gwanghaegun's reign are we in now? I knew it had been quite a while.
Did that mean the Injo Coup wasn't far off? That would explain cultivating a private militia.
The man coming to train me would be a general—or an assassin of equal caliber—when the coup finally came.
I finished tidying everything away, and the thinking didn't stop until I got home. Before I knew it, I was at my door.
"Husband!"
"Oh my!"
A whole week had already flown by since Gap-soon and I shared our first night together. Between my relentless brainwashing, she'd apparently reached the point where she no longer called me "Dol-soi!"—now it was "Husband!"
Normally she called me husband, and when we had sex, my lord husband—and God, the way that got me going... Ahem. Just thinking about it has me wanting another round.
Throb!
"Ugh... seriously, what is wrong with you?! We did it four times just this morning!"
"I worked hard out in the mountains. That's all."
Gap-soon flushed red at the sight of my erection. However much she pretended otherwise, I knew her pussy was already soaking wet.
It was probably because I'd given her at least five rounds even on the days she suffered through muscle aches—her stamina had improved tremendously. Not that she'd started from nothing; she'd always been a laboring slave with a solid base of strength anyway.
With a resigned sigh, she placed her hand on my waistband and slid it straight down.
Then, at the sight of my enormous cock springing up with a bounce to announce its presence, she swallowed hard.
Face flushed deep red, Gap-soon leaned in and sniffed.
Sniff sniff.
"Mmm... it smells like sweat..."
Sniff sniff.
She wrinkled her brow like she hated it—and kept sniffing anyway.
When I stroked her hair, her ears went red, still a little shy about it.
I smirked, scooped Gap-soon up in my arms, and carried her into the bedroom.
"Kyah!"
"Let's close the window first."
Creeeak... THUNK.
The one flaw of this house, being a converted storage shed, was that the windows were tiny. Which made ventilation a bit of a chore.
But other than that, everything about it was an advantage. Starting with the walls.
Built as a warehouse, the walls were thick. So thick that no matter what we did in here, not a sound leaked out.
"Mmmh... KYAAH!"
Once I'd undone Gap-soon's jacket ties, I buried my face straight into her chest.
Startled by my rough hands, Gap-soon flinched—then, looking down at me nuzzled against her breasts, she broke into a giggle.
"Aww, my poor husband. Did you have a hard day?"
"It was hard as hell. Without my Gap-soon."
"Heh, hehehe... oh reallyyy?"
Pleasure plainly written across her face, Gap-soon let out a soft laugh and—like a reward, she said—pressed her breasts together with both hands, burying my face even deeper into them.
Wow.
Her soft flesh spilled past my cheeks all the way to my ears. It was like sinking into endlessly soft pudding.
No wonder I could never keep my hands off her at bedtime.
Still buried in Gap-soon's chest, I worked my hand down and slipped it up under the skirt she was wearing.
"Mmmh..."
As my large hand traveled up past her calf and along her thigh, a lewd moan spilled from Gap-soon's lips.
Delighted by the adorable reaction, I moved my hand steadily toward her inner thigh. The moment my fingertips touched, I felt it—her nectar, already there.
Everything around her pussy was soaked. Either she'd been wet since the moment I walked in, or...
"Gap-soon."
"Mmh... mnn...?"
"Were you touching yourself just now?"
Flinch!
"I-I don't know wh-what you're—!"
A strong denial is a strong admission. Keeping my face buried in her chest, I moved my hand to grip her thigh and spread it wide. Gap-soon's legs, splayed open in a perfect M.
A heady, filthy scent wafted up from between her parted thighs. When I brushed her pussy lightly with my index finger, her hips bucked hard.
"Ahh...!"
"Gap-soon. You mustn't lie to your husband, now should you? Come on—did you touch yourself here today? Yes or no?"
"Nnngh..."
I lifted my head, and my eyes met Gap-soon's. Her face flared red in an instant.
At last, she confessed.
"J-just a little... before you came home, just... just a little, my lord..."
The sight of Gap-soon raising both hands to cover her face out of sheer embarrassment was beyond anything the word arousing could describe.
"Good girl for telling the truth. No more lying. Understand?"
"Mmhm...!"
Expectation brimmed on Gap-soon's face as she nodded. Praise was always followed by a reward.
Thank you, Kang Hong-wook. Thanks to you, I've achieved complete mastery in the art of training women.
Beaming.
Gap-soon—thinking I couldn't tell—slyly spread her M-shaped legs even wider apart to give me easier access. Unfortunately for her, the view was absolutely spectacular.
Well, she's cute, so I'll let it slide.
Sweep...
"Ahh...!"
"Gap-soon. How does it feel?"
"So warm... your fingers feel so good, my lord...! More... m-more, more... touch me more!"
Squirt... squirt...!
The moment my stroking fingers found her clit, Gap-soon arched her back and came. The floor grew drenched with her nectar.
Watching her hips twitch and roll as she savored the aftershocks, I stripped off the rest of my clothes and laid my cock on top of her pussy.
"Mmm... it's going to reach all the way in here... you're so long...?"
As if to show me exactly where her womb sat, Gap-soon pressed down on her own abdomen with her tiny, fern-like hand, point by point.
Jolt!
Then she took my cock in her hand and laid it against her flushed-red womb.
Aroused beyond restraint, Gap-soon—still flat on her back—held the cock resting atop her pussy with one hand while rubbing her pussy with the other.
"Ahhah... here... all the way to here! If it were someone short... their cock would stop right here! But your cock would reach all the way in here, my lord!"
Gap-soon teased her pussy while looking up at me, her voice pure seduction. The sight of her fingering herself while begging me to fuck her, her fingers no longer enough, made my cock swell even harder.
Staring at my cock, swollen to its limit, she licked her lips, released it, and slid her hand straight down to her pussy.
Shlurrrp...
"Here... fuck me right here with your cock! Deep! DEEP! Fill me up, my lord!"
Push... push...
How the hell was I supposed to hold back from that?
I gripped her hips at once, adjusted my position, set my cockhead at the entrance of her dripping hole, and pressed in. Gap-soon then reached down and pulled my cockhead inside her herself.
Pop...
"Huaaah... hah...!"
Gasping from nothing more than the tip, she caught her breath for a moment—then wrapped my hips in her thighs entirely.
The tighter her legs squeezed, the deeper my cock sank into her. Without me moving an inch, she was fucking herself onto my cock using her legs alone.
I felt like I'd become Gap-soon's personal dildo.
Thruuuumph!
"Ughaaah... ohhh...!"
Fed up with the maddeningly slow pace, I slammed in to the root in one stroke, and Gap-soon's hips bucked wildly. Grabbing the hips of the woman drooling as orgasm crashed through her, I lifted her legs straight up.
The mating press, plain and simple. Already buried to the hilt with my cockhead pressed against the mouth of her womb, I ground in even deeper.
Pound pound pound pound pound!
"Ohhh...! I'm brea...king! I'm breaking, ahh! I won't get pregnant anymore!"
"Ngh... I'll pump it all right up against your womb. Get pregnant!"
"Yes, please...! Give me... give me your seed, my lord! Pump it in me!"
Throb... throb...!
Right against her womb. Every last drop of the cum that had been backed up in my balls, I emptied into Gap-soon's womb.
Spurt!
When I pulled out, her pussy erupted, nectar gushing out like mad. Most of it was her own juices.
The reason? Because I'd pumped her right at the mouth of her womb, the enormous load I'd dumped had filled her womb to the brim.
Only the overflow—only the cum that had spilled out because her womb was completely full—mixed into the nectar that came flooding out of her.
So this is what they mean by her back bowing like a drawn bow.
"Ahhggh... ohh...!"
Tremble, tremble...!
Her whole body shuddering as orgasm rolled on and on, I gave her still-quivering pussy one more slap.
Smack!
"HYAAAAAH!"
Squirt... squirt...!
Infinite stamina.
Smack!
Smack!
Smack!
"Nnnnghh! I hate it..! B-but! Buuut! Buuut...! Ughh!"
SQUIRT...!
With every smack, her juices sprayed out... no—more than before, far more nectar came pouring from her pussy.
Any moment now, I half expected a rainbow to appear.
When I finally stopped spanking her pussy, her hips sank back down to the floor. But her eyes were still glazed over, and drool ran from the corner of her mouth.
Seeing her like that, I grabbed Gap-soon's legs with one hand and hoisted them up again.
That plump, straight little pussy, looking up at me like it was begging to be pounded.
Shlurp...
"Hwah...? I-I can't anymore... ahhAAH!"
Pop!
Sorry.
"Let's do just ten more and then sleep, okay?"
I'll finish as fast as I can.
Of course.
"Hwagggh!"
Gap-soon never heard a word I said.