Peeping on a Bathing Lady Is a Slave's Basic Virtue (1)
Smack!
"Eek! You're insane! Insane! I could have died!"
Hss, hss.
Slapping my thigh as she raged, Gap-soon seized my cock in a crushing grip.
"Kgh...!"
"You wicked thing tried to kill me!"
"Ah—ow!"
"It's supposed to hurt!"
In fairness, Gap-soon really had come down with dehydration symptoms yesterday, so I'd hurried to the kitchen and fetched her water. Nothing like this had ever happened to me before, so I bore the abuse with the patience of a saint. Anyway, this time it genuinely was my fault.
"...Problem is, I'm still not satisfied, though."
"Y-you...! A horse? You're a HORSE, you know that?!"
"More than one, probably."
"Th-that's... probably true, actually."
Gap-soon, too, could only bow her head before my libido and stamina. This body of mine was, after all, a walking cheat code.
Overwhelming physical ability that made every chore effortless, to say nothing of the absurd virility that recharged within half a day even after shooting ten loads.
At last she heaved a sigh, wrapped her fingers around my cock, and declared,
"S-still, I'm taking ALL of this. Just try fooling around with anyone else!"
"Aigoo, fine, fine. I'll only stick it in you. Now come here."
Smoosh!
Ahh... these breasts. I could touch them forever and never tire of them.
"Eek...! I told you to listen seriously!"
"I am listening. Now come here."
Swoosh...
Edging closer under some pretense, I tugged at her coat strings—Gap-soon jolted back in alarm.
"W-why are you untying that!"
"You said you wanted me to fuck you?"
"Not right now!"
"...But I want it right now?"
Boing.
"Eek...! Th-that damned thing is standing up again!"
One look at my erection and Gap-soon stumbled backward.
But this was inside our own home, after all. I strode toward her, undid her coat strings in one motion, and pressed my hand against her pussy.
Squelch...
Drenched, as expected.
"Gap-soon."
"Nnh..."
"Exactly five rounds, then we go to work."
"You're insa—KYAAAAAH!"
"Uuunnh....."
"You look like a zombie."
"Another word I don't understand... uunnh... my baaack..."
We'd overdone it, apparently—Gap-soon was pleading a bad back. Honestly, pushing things all the way to the mating press earlier had probably been going too far.
Guilty as charged. She'd more than earned the exhaustion.
Me, pushing 190 centimeters, bearing down on Gap-soon, who stood all of 140-something—no wonder her back ached... no, forget the excuses. It just plain hurt.
In the end, Gap-soon stayed home to rest, and I set off to clean the stable in her place.
"Hey! I should be the one going! It's MY job!"
"Tut-tut! Where does a wife get off talking back to her husband?"
"Th-that's..."
"If you're so desperate to go, then work my cock extra hard tonight!"
"Eeek! The window's open!"
Talk back to your husband, would she. Joseon women, it turned out, didn't take their husbands' word as gospel.
Anyway, arriving at the stable, I got straight to the work she would have done.
"First things first—better change."
People assume a slave owns a single set of clothes. Not so. We kept at least three: one for work, one for everyday, and one for the filthiest jobs. Those three.
The one I pulled on now was, naturally, the dirty-work set—caked with dust and grime. This was its color even after a scrub in the river. No detergent in this era; nothing to be done.
Changed in a flash, I made short work of the job. One hour. A cleaning that would have eaten Gap-soon's entire day, finished in one.
For a start, mucking out the horse dung was trivial—scoop it with a shovel, haul it outside. With the big bucket I'd been using, ten of Gap-soon's round trips became one of mine.
Besides, grand as this household was, it didn't keep all that many horses.
If anything—
"Hnngh!"
"Aigoo! The little bastard's pissing on me!"
It was the poor sods mucking out the chicken coop who really had it rough. Anyway, the day's work done in a single hour, I stripped off my filthy clothes and dropped them into the bucket that had held the horse dung. They were soaked through anyway—no harm done.
"Ohh... Dol-soi. Couldn't you help me with just this much...?"
"With what?"
"Well, all this has to be carried over there. Please? Hm? When Gap-soon has a baby someday, I'll buy you a honey pastry. My treat."
"Fine. I'll just do it."
"R-really...? Bless you!"
The load he was hauling was the stuff that had been displaced when Gap-soon and I moved into the big storehouse—now being carted over to the newly built one. It had happened on our account, so naturally I'd help carry. Piece by piece, side by side with Chil-seong, and before I knew it evening had fallen.
"Huuah... hah... thank you..."
"Why were you doing this alone? There's a mountain of it."
"W-well... Ok-soon ordered me to..."
"What?"
That lunatic bitch.
The man flashing me an awkward smile was the only soul in this world I could call a friend.
His name was Chil-seong—seven stars hung in the sky the night he was born, so Chil-seong it was.
But that wasn't the point. Ok-soon, that witch, knew perfectly well that Chil-seong and I were close—and she'd set him to this work alone?
Just as I stormed off to find her, Chil-seong grabbed my arm.
"Hey, hey, it's nearly done anyway. And you helped, didn't you? I'm fine, so go wash up first. You're on stable duty again tomorrow, aren't you?"
"True enough."
"I'd help you too, but I'll be worn out tomorrow myself, so I probably can't... sorry."
"Don't be. It's that soft heart of yours that's the problem."
"Hehe..."
Slight of build, but with a personality to die for. In modern terms, the "stable, dependable boyfriend" type, I suppose. That suited me fine. Whatever came his way, he let it roll off his back with an easy, sunny mind.
He worked hard, too, and was quick and capable with his hands. Which is exactly why he was my friend.
"Then I'll go wash these down at the river."
"Right. Ah—! Dol-soi, wait. Now that I think of it, Ok-soon went down to the river earlier. Why not try the back mountain here instead?"
"That's off-limits for the likes of us, no?"
"For you? It's fine! They did hand you a whole new storehouse, after all."
Now that he mentioned it... true.
The only stretch of river we slaves could use was the one shared spot.
But our back mountain had a broad stream running down it, pooling at the bottom into a small lake.
From what I'd heard, that was where the household folk did their washing and their splashing about...
Even better.
Surely no one would be bathing at this hour? Besides, earlier I'd seen Lord Shin Do-yoon home for the first time in ages, swarmed by his favorite concubines.
And rather than stand outside that door eavesdropping on lewd moaning again, hurrying off to wash my clothes was the better bargain...
"Thanks. I'll be back!"
"Off y'go~"
Thanking Chil-seong for the tip, I headed straight up the back mountain. Lord Shin Do-yoon's estate was vast—and the mountain at its back was big enough to fill the entire skyline behind the mansion.
Climbing up to where the stream ran, I found it delightful: no shrill chatter of the washing women, no stink drifting up from every corner.
Yes. THIS was mountain air.
Lungs full of the fresh breeze, I made my way down along the stream.
"Tsk... nobody here."
A shame. If the Madam herself—or better yet, the young lady—had been bathing right here, it would have been icing on the cake.
Finding the lake deserted, I clicked my tongue, then headed downstream and scrubbed my clothes with a will.
When I'd stopped by the house earlier, Gap-soon had offered to wash my clothes for me—but when I told her to skip the clothes and wash my cock instead, the way she'd nodded, face burning red... hnngh...
If only Gap-soon's body were a touch sturdier, we'd have gone dozens of rounds a day. A genuine pity, that.
No, wait. Then I'd have no pretext for taking a concubine.
Slaves in this era could keep concubines too. True, since any children would be born slaves as well, most didn't bother... but I was different.
For one, I was part of whatever plot Lord Shin Do-yoon was weaving. He'd gone so far as to grant me an entire storehouse as a home. And above all, if the great undertaking succeeded, he'd promised to free me from bondage altogether—so what reason was there NOT to take a concubine?
Spinning my rosy little fantasy, I wrung the last of the filthy water from my clothes, packed them into the now-clean wooden bucket, and rose to my feet.
"Maybe I'll dip my feet in the lake for a bit."
A lake I'd never once managed to visit. If not now, when?
Smiling at the thought of cool water lapping at my ankles, I reached the lake's edge—and that was when.
Rustle.
"Whew... he really is hopeless. Why does he keep meddling in my marriage? All I want is to marry the one I love..."
No way.
Lord Shin Do-yoon had one wife and five concubines.
And the woman standing before me now was the daughter of his first wife—the true mistress of the house, Kwon A-young. Shin Ha-yoon.
At the arrival of someone so far beyond my expectations, I dove for the underbrush. Darkness was on my side; Shin Ha-yoon hadn't spotted me yet.
What do I do?
Watching the bare body of an unwed virgin was a one-way ticket to a dopamine flood.
What do I do? What kind of question is that.
I watch, obviously.
If I let this slip away, I'd honestly regret it for the rest of my days.
Gulp.
Saliva swallowed, I fixed my eyes on Shin Ha-yoon and waited to see what she would do next.
"Haah... I suppose I'll at least dip my feet. The water here is so cool and clean."
Rustle...
To soothe her tangled heart, she slipped off her straw sandals. This era did have buson—padded socks much like stockings—but she seemed set on entering the water, for none were in sight.
The moment her leather shoes came off, bare feet emerged.
Shin Ha-yoon's feet—feet that had surely never known a drop of toil—were every bit as immaculate as you'd expect. So pristine you'd wonder whether foot odor was even physically possible.
Graceful curves, slender arches.
Glinting in the moonlight, her feet broke the surface of the lake.
Splash!
"Huaaah... this is nice...."
Ooh, sexy.
Throb!
The sound Shin Ha-yoon had let slip was no moan of pleasure. And yet.
Was I the first person ever to hear the treasured daughter of this great house sigh like that? The Lord himself, after all, barred anyone from so much as exchanging a word with her.
Slaves were regarded as little better than beasts. Perhaps for fear that one of us might surrender to lust and force himself on Shin Ha-yoon, her voice was something I'd been allowed to hear exactly three times in my life.
The other two had been when she came looking for Lord Shin Do-yoon while I attended him, calling out for her father. Which meant—
this was the first time I'd ever heard her talk to herself.
Come on... come on...
Perhaps Shin Do-yoon, home at last after so long, had lectured her about marriage, because Shin Ha-yoon, mid-grumble, went still. Her swaying feet stopped.
And then.
Rustle...
Shiiit! That's it! That's it! Thank you! Fairy, Buddha, bless you both!
Lost in her own thoughts, Shin Ha-yoon undid the fine ribbon ties of her luxurious jacket.
She had, of course, glanced around first—but spotting me, already settled deep in cover, was beyond her.
Raised in silk and never taught fear, she had no wariness at all. With relieved eyes, Shin Ha-yoon folded the strings in her hands with delicate care. And then—
Sliiide...
Jesus...
Her top slipped down along her fingers.
And the beauty revealed beneath it—it would have been no exaggeration to call her a fairy descended from heaven.