Chapter 22: The Pinnacle of Oral Technique
Let me take a moment to sort things out. Lately, with all the frequent business trips and work, I'd been feeling a bit worn out. My body, awakened to mana, recovered after just a few hours of sleep, but I wanted a proper rest for once. Part of it was the torrent of emotions crashing over me every time I met Emir.
Yeah. The aftershocks from seeing her still lingered. Thump, thump.
I was meditating early in bed to clear my mind when Baekseol suddenly entered.
"Might... might I lie down with you, my lord?"
She clutched her pillow tightly, dressed in sheer clothing that revealed her form, her face flushed with shyness as she asked.
Aah. What should I say? I'm tired today—let's talk tomorrow. Go back.
"The bed feels so unfamiliar... I can't sleep at all, my lord."
In that instant, it hit me: she was alone in this distant land.
"Haa."
A visitor I wouldn't normally allow...
"Come in."
I permitted it. Ever since meeting Emir, I'd fully realized I was still an outsider here. Laughably so. Three years should be enough to adapt, but Morris's strong ego lingered in the corner of my consciousness, making it hard.
My sympathy for Baekseol, stranded far from home, probably stemmed from that. She entered the bedroom with quick steps and sat right beside me.
"Sleep. I'll be right here."
I closed my eyes for meditation. No need to circulate mana—just focus the mind. That alone banished stray thoughts.
"My lord Morris, is something troubling you?"
The soft sensation on my forearm made me open my eyes. Baekseol was hugging my arm with both hands, gazing up at me with sparkling eyes. That had been the press of her plump breasts against me.
"Aren't you sleeping?"
"I can't sleep."
"Still not used to it?"
"Yes."
Baekseol nodded.
"But there's nothing I can do."
"Will you hold my hand, my lord?"
She extended her small, delicate hand. Her snow-white skin truly matched her name.
Having offered one kindness, I took her hand.
"Better now?"
"Yes."
Her lightly gripped hand fidgeted constantly. Each twitch made Baekseol's face flush deeper. Then she intertwined our fingers. I watched her quietly.
With her free hand, Baekseol covered her face, as if too shy to look.
"You're so kind, my lord Morris."
"I'm not."
"You treat a barbarian like me with such genuine warmth. Imperial citizens always despise us Crui Tribe folk."
"Not everyone does."
"If you say so, my lord, I'll believe it."
She looked up at me, her face brimming with sincere trust.
Impressive. Without prior knowledge of the Crui Tribe, I'd have thought she truly loved me.
The northern barbarians, the Crui Tribe, had unique customs. They married daughters to the strongest men. It didn't matter if not as principal wife—as long as she received strong seed, they sent her. Once pregnant, she returned home. The child was raised collectively by the chief's daughters and the tribe, becoming future chief candidates or warriors. Only the strong were valued.
The chief sending his daughter to me likely meant the same: receive strong seed and return. If I planted my seed and she bore a child, she'd head north. I couldn't increase the empire's enemies—especially not with my seed. No intention of sending her back, either.
Better to stay cautious until she's fully mine. No intentions of opening my heart yet. This was mere whim, born of shared outsider status. Just that.
"Sleep. It's late."
I spoke, still holding her hand.
"My lord Morris."
"Still can't sleep?"
"Yes. Could you... hold me?"
I gazed at her steadily.
"Not in that way, my lord. I just... want to fall asleep in your strong embrace."
"Very well."
A little indulgence wouldn't hurt. Finishing meditation, I lay beside her. Baekseol silently nestled into my arms. I held her gently.
"So... firm."
Her fingertips traced my chest. I didn't respond, just watched as she swallowed hard, stroking my chest.
"As expected of the man Father approved."
"Is that so."
"Yes. A man's embrace is... so cozy."
She rubbed her face against my chest, smiling knowingly—how to please a man.
"My lord Morris."
Her face flushed as she looked up, voice husky with moisture. Fully aroused. Eyes brimming with desire—to be taken.
"Don't look at me like that... it's embarrassing, my lord."
Her lips parted as she spoke, red against her pale face like a stamped seal.
This won't end well if it goes on.
Gazing down, I lightly kissed her forehead.
"Is this what you want?"
"Ah..."
She bowed her head shyly, then, as if resolving something, pressed her face to mine. A light kiss. Her face burned crimson—considerable courage. Embracing her heated body, I deepened the kiss. Tongues intertwined, saliva exchanged.
"Haa, haa."
Her breaths grew ragged with the kiss's intensity.
"Hng, hn."
Her moans dripped with wetness. Rustle, rustle. While kissing, she slowly undressed me—movements so practiced, knowing exactly how to arouse a man. Despite no experience.
Innate, or taught. Didn't matter how much she knew. I knew countless ways to excite women. I'd ensure she never dreamed of taking my seed.
I stripped her. One layer off, her naked form revealed.
"Embarrassed?"
I chuckled at her covering breasts and privates.
"Yes..."
"Don't worry. It's too dark to see."
A lie. Moonlight bathed her beautifully—pale skin, soft curves, pink nipples. Pubic hair matched her snowy locks.
I kissed her neck lightly, then trailed down meticulously: nape, collarbone, upper breasts, nipples, lower chest. Lips, tongue, hands explored her body.
"Haa, haa. My lord Morris..."
Heat laced her voice. Pretending absorbed in caressing, I glanced at her face.
As expected. Voice hot, but eyes cold.
To check, I slipped a hand into her folds. Dry as bone.
Stone-hearted, huh.Interesting.
I concentrated mana on my face—mouth and tongue. This mana-infused mouth would shatter her.
Smack. I kissed her taut 11-shaped abs.
"Hnng!"
A moan from above. Different reaction. Her skin trembled briefly under my lips. Licking the ridges of her abs...
"Haaang, w-wait a moment."
She grabbed my head. First time feeling this. Innate stoicism or procedure—whatever. My technique felled even the frostiest women.
No stopping. Just send her off quick to sleep. My mouth trailed down to her navel, tongue delving inside.
"Hngg."
Writhing to escape the alien pleasure. Naturally, I held firm, persistently targeting her body. Finding weak spots, best approaches. Slowly, deliberately licking.
"My lord Morris, I... this sensation is new. W-wait."
My mouth reached her pussy. Her scent was fresh, like entering a forest.
"Kyaaak!"
Just a tongue touch, and she shuddered violently. Convulsing. Before even starting.
Virgin sensitivity? Easier climax than any maiden.
"Hak, hak. M-my lord Morris..."
Flailing, staring into void, she sought me. I clasped her hand.
"Relax. I'm here."
"Th-this feeling... first time."
"All right?"
"Yes..."
Her body calmed, pleasure ebbing. She sighed in relief.
"M-my lord Morris."
"Speak."
"C-could you... do it once more?"
Blushing at her own words—not acting.
"S-sorry."
"No, it's fine. As you wish."
Must make her abandon return entirely. Kissed her cheek, then dove back down. Baekseol watched with eager anticipation—like a child awaiting a gift. Shy yet expectant.
I licked her now-wet folds.
"Haaang!"
Her body bounced like a released rubber band.
"A bit more... more intense, please."
If desired. I'd give her pleasure she'd never forget—obliterating pregnancy thoughts.
"Hak, hak. Good. I love it, my lord Morris."
Toes curled tight. Her juices soaked my mouth and sheets. Sweet nectar—even I worried about self-control.
"Hngguk..."
Overwhelmed, she shuddered and passed out. Cleansed her sprawled, twitching body with magic, then slept.
The next morning.
Failed.
Watching soundly sleeping Morris, Baekseol gritted her teeth. Her plan to receive his seed and fulfill her purpose—ruined.
All that study for today... wasted.
Trained by nursemaids and tribal mothers in countless arts. How to please men, from expressions to touches, behaviors, even bed tricks to tease cocks.
All useless. When Morris's tongue caressed her, pleasure shattered her sanity. She'd undergone tribal shaman rituals to feel nothing—like stone. Even skilled nursemaids couldn't stir her. No tribal artisan aroused her.
Yet she felt womanly bliss. Lost in ecstasy, tribal duty vanished from mind.
Morris Dmitry. Terrifying man. Even she, proud chief's daughter with mission—mere woman before him. Felt it keenly.
Because of last night? Thump, thump. Just seeing his sleeping face made her heart race. Couldn't stare over a second.
H-haa. Get a grip.
She slapped her cheeks hard. Useless. Each glance recalled last night—heart pounding. And now... he looked handsome.
Not my type. She preferred rougher men than Morris. Yet couldn't look away. Lower belly burned. No—wet below.
"Ah..."
Last night's technique, her climax, that deep pleasure—face flushed, pussy wetting, nipples hardening.
What do I do?
Conflicted, she fled the room.
Confirming Baekseol gone, Morris opened his eyes.
"Seems resolved somehow."
She'd felt the gap—no challenges for a while. I sighed in relief.