Peeping at a Bathing Young Lady Is a Slave's Basic Skill (2)
The back mountain standing squarely behind Lord Shin's mansion here was a place no slave could enter carelessly... no, let's just say no slave could ever enter it at all.
It was reserved for the exalted members of the Shin household — Lord Shin Do-yoon and his wives above all — and unless you were one of their children, you could not so much as set foot there without permission.
What's more, it was summer. The heat had grown so oppressive that the direct members of the family, unable to bear it, often came here to splash about in the water, or slipped in at night to wash the sweat from their bodies.
Which was exactly why this back mountain was the one place every slave in the estate dreamed of visiting at least once.
You might ask — wouldn't sneaking in end in disaster? But I was the exception.
Not because I was treasured, the way Chil-seong had claimed.
"Dol-soi. After your training the heat grows quite punishing, so wash yourself here in the back mountain."
"How could I possibly enter the back mountain..."
"Soon there will be deeds that would rouse Heaven's own wrath, so I have taken measures to keep everyone out of my back mountain. Should anyone else approach, I will send you word. On nights this sweltering, you ought to at least cool yourself in the water."
It was because Lord Shin Do-yoon himself had said those words.
It would be no exaggeration to say the two of us were already sailing in the same boat — and so he had granted me a privilege. The privilege of sinking my body into the lake on the back mountain!
Axe and dagger training took place in the small hours before dawn, when nearly the whole household lay deep asleep — and with explicit orders given that no one was to approach the mountain, I had leave to enter it as I pleased for the entire summer.
At the time, I hadn't thought much of it. I never imagined I would witness such a rare sight.
But.
'So this is her little rebellion, is it.'
Going by what she'd said earlier, it seemed her father had been pressing her to marry soon. And the prospective groom, most likely...
'The Westerners?'
Shin Do-yoon meant to break away from King Gwanghaegun and join hands with the Westerners. If so, the most effective move was a marriage alliance. It seemed he intended to send Shin Ha-yoon to the Seoin.
'That's... honestly a pretty solid choice.'
I knew the future. The future in which the Westerners triumphed. And a man as sharp as Shin Do-yoon had surely glimpsed it too.
So by cementing his cooperation with them and marrying off his eldest daughter — his own direct bloodline, Shin Ha-yoon — as a daughter-in-law into a Seoin family, it was a good choice for the Shin clan, and for Shin Ha-yoon as well.
The problem, of course, was that Shin Ha-yoon wanted none of it.
Which was no doubt why Shin Do-yoon meant to marry her off quickly. If he fell, she would not escape death either.
"Haah..."
Rustle...
In the middle of my thoughts, a voice as fresh and clear as a pristine stream turned my head despite myself. 'Ooh...'
I looked toward it — and thanked the heavens. 'Insane...'
Perhaps because she'd been fed well and raised well, she was unmistakably busty. And above all — that skin.
She carried skin nothing like a slave's. Impossibly clean, without a single blemish to be found, it was like polished white jade.
To burn this moment into my memory, I opened both eyes as wide as they would go.
"It's hot..."
Sliip.
"Ooh..."
In that instant, I couldn't hold back the groan that tore out of me. I hurriedly clapped a hand over my mouth — but my eyes absolutely refused to close.
Because she, crouched down and murmuring about the heat, was slipping a finger into the lake.
Her finger in the lake? Irrelevant. What mattered was the sight of her crouching.
'Fucking hell, that's hot.'
My cock gave a violent throb.
Her crouched body was slick with sweat. Night or not, it was still summer — and she wore hanbok of a heavier weave than the rough cloth slaves like us wore, so the perspiration had been unavoidable.
Crouching beside the hanbok she had folded so carefully, she hesitated a moment — the lake water was colder than she'd expected — then began dipping her feet in, one at a time, little by little.
'Insane... this is so fucking hot. Goddamn...'
Slap, slap!
With my cock — swollen to its absolute limit — bared to the night air, I worked it back and forth as I drank in the sight of Shin Ha-yoon.
The sight of her, curling her toes against the chill and easing them in bit by bit, was rapture beyond describing.
Because she was lowering her foot into the lake so slowly, her legs stayed spread — and the pink, perfectly straight slit of her pussy, which could only belong to a virgin, came into view. Spread to match it, her ass as well.
I wanted to run my tongue straight up that sweat-glossed skin of hers. No — I wanted to pounce on her that very instant.
'So there was a reason for it.'
The reason slaves were kept from ever coming near her — it was that figure of hers, and that beautiful face.
I'd already been drained dry by Gap-soon just that morning, and yet the moment I laid eyes on her I was hard to the point of aching. She was that maddeningly arousing.
No doubt Shin Do-yoon knew it too — knew that Shin Ha-yoon, wrapped in that inexplicable, dreamlike air of hers, would be an easy mark for any man's assault. That was why he kept her so guarded.
Before I knew it, Shin Ha-yoon had waded in past her calves and up to her thighs — and seeming at last to adjust to the temperature, she slid her whole body in at once.
Splash!
"Huaaaah... it's cold..."
Even her moan was a thing of beauty.
Tsk.
What a shame. The lead-up had been exquisite — but once she sank into the lake, the only part of her still visible was her chest.
But even that alone was more than enough to keep me aching.
Just as my hand kept up its rhythm, her lips parted.
"Haah... even this freedom will be gone come next year..."
She said it with the moonlight bathed across her face.
'Hm?'
Going by what she'd told me before, she had surely refused Shin Do-yoon's proposal.
And yet there she was, saying that — which meant Shin Do-yoon was determined, no matter what, to marry Shin Ha-yoon off to the other side.
They called this the middle of the Joseon era, but nothing had changed: women were still used as tools of their households. And so Shin Ha-yoon had resigned herself inwardly.
In this case, though, it was less a matter of her being a tool than of Shin Do-yoon contorting himself every which way to keep her safe.
The sight of her, gazing blankly up at the sky as she pitifully lamented her lot, made my chest tighten.
And.
'Fuck... that's so fucking hot...'
The way that ice-cold beauty spoke of herself as though she had no choice but to be sold off to another family — it was a scene straight out of a corrupted-heroine hentai manga.
The only differences were that this was real — and that I was the slave secretly watching it.
Just secretly beholding the naked body of the young lady — the daughter of the master I served — had my cock swelling fit to burst.
And in the end.
Spurt... spurt...!
I scattered an enormous load of semen into the thicket, all for Shin Ha-yoon.
The thick, heavy scent of it rose all around me.
'Whew...'
I'd had my satisfying release — but if I kept watching her any longer, the risk of being caught was far too great.
Exception or not, if word that I had seen Shin Ha-yoon naked ever reached Shin Do-yoon's ears, it would be over. Utterly over.
So, with all the care I could muster, I hid myself away where she wouldn't spot me and hurriedly fled.
'Legendary.'
Had I ever in my life moved with such speed?
Shin Do-yoon's slaves had this whole area locked down tight. And on top of that, I was his favorite — until now, I had never once had a reason to erase my presence like this.
Mine was not a body that could hide just because I wished it to.
But with the thought that getting caught might actually mean my death, I had been so stealthy I surprised myself.
At this level, I ought to ask the man in black — my instructor — to teach me stealth and concealment techniques one of these days.
He was the sort who kept trying to cram new skills into me, calling me a prodigy for the ages, so he would welcome the request with both arms wide open.
Just as I wiped away my cold sweat and turned to head home—
"Dol-soi..."
"Oh... yes!"
Shin Do-yoon called for me in a voice utterly spent. Earlier, I had seen him surrounded by all five of his beloved concubines... Oof. He must have been put through the wringer.
"Where have you been?"
"Ah... that is, well..."
'What the fuck?' Why the sudden question?
If I said I had just come back from the back mountain, the problem was Shin Ha-yoon, who would be arriving before long.
Just as I was racking my brain for what to say, a convenient excuse came to me.
"I went to practice a little on my own."
"Hehehe, is that so? You'll wear your body out, you rascal."
"It's quite all right. A blade must be honed sharp — that way Your Grace may wield it with an easy mind, whenever you please."
"Hehe! This fellow!"
My excuse, invented on the spot, seemed to please him — Shin Do-yoon nodded along with a smile. I had worked up a bit of sweat sneaking down from the back mountain, and it seemed he had taken that as proof I was telling the truth.
"You've sweated plenty. Why not go soak yourself in the back mountain?"
"It's all right. I'll only work up another sweat before long."
"Uwahaha! I envy you. When I was young..."
Gap-soon taking the day off today had not been merely my own decision.
It was because Shin Do-yoon himself had granted it.
When I told him last night that I had worked her so hard she could barely walk, he had marveled and given her leave to rest.
Shin Do-yoon stood all of five foot three — how superhuman must a man pushing six foot three have seemed to him?
'Then again, he's not wrong. I kind of am superhuman.'
So this was the fabled perk of reincarnation, was it? From monstrous stamina down to raw physical ability, everything about me was exceptional.
I let Shin Do-yoon's tales of how dashing and glorious his youth had been wash over me, chiming in at the right moments.
Everything he said was true. Even the anecdote about the three virgins who had once fought for the right to have Shin Do-yoon.
But I had heard it all so many times that if someone snapped their fingers and gave me the cue, I could recite the whole thing word for word — so I simply let it pass through one ear and out the other.
"Hehe... yes. I depart again in four days, so look after our household well until then."
"Thank you, my lord."
"Ah, and there is one favor I must ask."
A favor? All he had to do was command it.
"Whatever it is, just say the word, my lord."
"I ask because I trust you. My daughter Ha-yoon. See to it that the girl cannot leave this estate."
"...I beg your pardon? How could I possibly..."
"For exactly one week, beginning four days from now, I will not set foot in this house. So you are the one who keeps her from leaving. The wives will see to the evenings — you will handle the days. I will speak to Ha-yoon myself, so I am counting on you."
"Consider it done, my lord."
Shin Ha-yoon's self-mocking soliloquy from the back mountain just now — and this favor Shin Do-yoon had just asked of me. It seemed the two of them had had a proper falling-out.
I dropped prostrate to the ground and gave my answer, and Shin Do-yoon patted my shoulder as though entrusting me with something precious.
"Then I shall see you tomorrow morning."
"Yes, my lord!"
With a final word of thanks and another pat on the shoulder, he clutched his thoroughly abused lower back and made his way into the house.
"My lord... to hear that you leave again in four days... this girl's heart is breaking... please, comfort me..."
"Now, to sleep...!"
Oh, come on... Letting slip one clipped little phrase that put me in mind of our own Gap-soon, Shin Do-yoon was hauled off toward the inner quarters.
Having offered my silent condolences to his shadow, I turned straight around and headed home.
I spread the clothes I had washed at the back mountain stream out on the floor, set down the bucket, and opened the door to my room.
'Heh heh... jackpot.'
My sincerest apologies to Gap-soon, but Shin Ha-yoon's body from earlier kept shimmering before my eyes.
Throb!
My cock, which had not gone soft even after I'd blown a load watching Shin Ha-yoon, was all the proof I needed.
The moment I stepped into the room, just as I was about to pounce on Gap-soon—
"Hnnnn... hoooo..."
"Hm?"
Gap-soon was fast asleep.
The slow rise and fall of her chest.
Throb!
At the sight of her sleeping so utterly defenseless, my pants were off in an instant.