Rough Sex with Baekseol, Anxious Trembling, and Seria Watching It All
That was probably a truly desperate plea. Her expression was so heartfelt it made my chest tighten just looking at it. Baekseol's silver hair shimmered under the moonlight.
"My husband."
Not a bad ring to it. I stroked her hair and placed my hand on her cheek.
"Are you serious? I'm not the gentle type."
"I know, milord."
"If you're that insistent."
The moment I agreed, Baekseol threw herself into my arms. The impact sent me tumbling backward.
Thud.
My body sank into the soft bed.
"This girl has thought of nothing but you every day since that night you held me, milord."
Clinging to me, Baekseol removed my overcoat, then slowly unbuttoned my shirt. With each button undone, her face grew a little more flushed. As my clothes fell away, my toned body was revealed. Though a mage, I never skipped a day of training, so my muscles formed firm ridges.
Gulp.
Baekseol swallowed hard. To the Crui tribe, where strength was everything, a man's solid muscles were the ultimate allure.
"A-as expected, milord. So impressive."
"Haven't you seen them before?"
"But back then, I was too focused on the sex to truly appreciate them. And I was just a substitute, wasn't I?"
Her fingertips trailed over my muscles as she spoke. They tickled.
"Was I?"
I'd held her a few times to forget Emir. Back then, I'd been lost in her body alone.
"Today, touch as much as you want. Abs, biceps—anywhere you like."
Swallowing again, Baekseol pressed herself against my chest. She licked and kissed it with her tongue and lips, eyes closed as if savoring the feel of my hard muscles. She looked like a white cat.
I gently stroked her silver hair.
"You like muscles that much?"
"Yes. Very much. Especially yours, milord."
Her tongue moved from my chest to my abs, licking each ridge obsessively. Then she dipped it into my navel.
"There?"
"In our Crui tribe, we lick the navels of those we love."
The sensation of someone else licking my navel was strange—something I'd never felt before.
Baekseol laved my navel while tugging off my pants. She was still fully dressed; I was completely naked. My cock stood rigid, aroused from her muscle worship.
"Milord's muscles here are well-developed too."
She flicked it lightly.
"Intriguing?"
"Yes. I wonder just how firm this muscle is."
"You already know."
"This girl was unworthy then and forgot the sensation. Let me taste it again, milord."
"Do as you please."
No sooner had I spoken than Baekseol gripped my cock with her hand and licked the inside of my thigh. Slurp, slurp. She savored it like delicious candy. The novel sweetness of her teasing my cock and thighs drew a groan from me unbidden.
"Ngh."
"Feels good?"
I didn't answer.
"I'll make it even better."
She stroked up and down, her mouth venturing deeper. Her warm lips licked my inner thigh, sucked the crease by my balls, then tasted them.
"So firm."
"Your hands are soft too."
Slurrrp. Baekseol took my cock into her mouth without hesitation. It throbbed sensitively with every bob of her head.
"Hoo."
I stifled a moan.
"Haha, feel free to let it out."
"I can hold it. Don't worry."
"Even like this?"
Her strokes suddenly quickened. Squelch, squelch, squelch. The wet sounds of saliva and precum filled the air. My hips tensed, my back arching involuntarily.
"Hehe, feels good, doesn't it?"
Grinning like she'd seized control, she pumped faster.
"If it feels that good, cum as much as you want. I know you can go multiple rounds, milord."
Her hand tightened, intent on making me finish now.
"W-wait."
"On my face is fine too."
With her words, I erupted, thick white semen surging out.
"Ngh!"
"Kyaa!"
It arced high into the air.
"Wow, such power."
White strands splattered her face, but she smiled.
"Seeing the usually composed minister make such a lewd face feels so good."
"Had your fun?"
"Pardon?"
"I was going to indulge you all day as you wished, but now my pride's hurt."
I magicked away the semen on her face.
"Take off your clothes."
Her cheeks flushed at my command. Baekseol shyly stripped, revealing sheer lingerie that hinted at what lay beneath. Her panties... were split open, exposing her clit and pussy directly. No need to remove them to fuck.
Sheer silk lingerie and crotchless panties. She'd come prepared.
If I'd refused, she'd have stripped to seduce me.
"Bold choice."
"In case you might like it, milord."
"Good girl."
I watched her remove the lingerie. Just the sight had my recently spent cock hardening again.
"Leave the panties on."
I stopped her as she reached for them.
"A-ah... yes."
Sometimes, leaving them on was more alluring.
"Already soaking wet? What am I supposed to do with that?"
"I-it's... seeing your muscles made me heat up without realizing..."
She looked down, her gaze unmistakably on my cock.
"If you want it, sit."
Baekseol, naked except for the panties, plopped down beside me. I stared in disbelief.
"Why there?"
"Y-you said to sit if I wanted."
Her sitting right next to me made me chuckle despite myself.
"Not there."
I patted my thigh.
"Here."
"Ah."
Her face turned crimson.
"Y-you meant here, not there..."
She hadn't expected that line.
"No one back home taught you this?"
"W-well..."
She seemed experienced yet innocently shy in spots.
"Baekseol, you have these airheaded moments."
Laughing, I lifted her.
"Kyaa!"
"Like this."
I settled her on my lap, facing me. My rigid cock pressed against her soft belly.
"I can feel your muscles."
"Want to feel them inside too?"
"...Yes, milord."
Straddling my thigh, she cautiously gripped my cock. Lifting her hips, she guided the swollen head into her through the slit in her panties. Her slick, hot pussy enveloped me.
"Hnnng!"
Her sweet moan echoed.
"I did warn you. I'm not gentle."
"Haa, hnng, w-wait, milord!"
Thud, thud, thud. Squelch, squelch. Flesh slapped lewdly.
"Haaa! Too th-thick... ah."
Her waist shuddered.
"W-wait... hnnng!"
I thrust deep into her spasming pussy as she cried out, trembling like she might die. No mercy for her—I'd give her exactly what she craved.
"M-milord... s-so gooood! Hng!"
Holding her, I rocked my hips—and caught sight of eyes peering through the slightly ajar door.
"Haa, haa."
Seria glared into the room at Morris and Baekseol fucking, her face full of jealousy.
That cat-like bitch.
The damned barbarian slut fawning over my master. She gnawed her nails.
Morris had spent nights with her plenty of times. But had he ever been that gentle? No. Not even with her.
She must be up to something.
Jealousy welled up—the same emotion that had made her the villainess. Unaware, her fierce possessiveness toward Morris burned. She shot daggers at Baekseol daring to trespass.
It's fine. Even... like this, it's fine.
Seria stroked her chest. Jealous, but bearable. Morris, her master, was magnetic enough to tempt any woman. And he cared for her. Kind enough to dote on a tribute barbarian girl. So it was okay. She trusted he wouldn't abandon her. His gentleness toward her. And the emperor's lingering interest meant Morris couldn't discard her either. That's why she endured.
It's fine. So...
She needed to get back to work. But why wouldn't her feet move?
"Haa, haa, milord! S-so goooood!"
That ecstatic moan should have been hers. Seria felt jealousy surge again.
After countless orgasms, Baekseol drifted off, breathing softly. Seria, who'd watched from the door, had slipped back to her room. Couldn't bear it anymore, probably. I'd half-hoped she'd come in, but she didn't.
Would've been better if she had.
"Hoo."
I sighed, gazing at the sky. Since visiting the Solarion mansion to heal Emir, my longing for her had deepened. Treating her pain had intensified it—the wish she never hurt again, that she heal soon. Overwhelming. I'd been thrilled at news of her recovery. And relieved I wasn't there.
Now, distance was best. Emir stopped visiting, sending letters. Even Duke Solarion said I'd been forgotten. Good. That she could stay away.
But...
Why does my chest ache so?
Weeks without seeing her. Our imperial encounter was brief. No real talk—I'd avoided it. Her cold glare lingered.
"Damn it."
Logic said forget her, keep distance. But this body rebelled.
Why, Morris?
She'd hate me more soon. No—she must. When I revealed my noble faction ties, I'd have to prepare for her, Solarion's lady, to drift away.
Sorry. To Morris... and to Emir.
Choi Yoo-jun resurfaced, voicing the sentiment. If this body clung, I'd force her to pull away. The moon shone unusually bright tonight.
"Are we really doing this?"
"We have to."
Emily nodded at Count Ronald's question. Now leaders of the neutral faction.
"But if we're caught, the imperial faction might declare open war."
"Noble infighting is routine. And publicly, you're still neutral."
"Neutral... But did you clear this with Minister Morris?"
"Yes. He approved the plan."
"Why?"
"He needs to show the world he's not neutral. Earn their trust—emperor or Solarion."
"...Separating Dmitry from us?"
"Exactly."
"Can we trust him?"
Ronald deemed the plan reckless. Kidnapping a key imperial noble? Impossible, and exposure would be disastrous. It was meant to be exposed.
"Announcing neutral faction targeted imperial nobles signals our alliance with nobles?"
"Smart."
"But milder options exist. Formal declarations..."
"Think old nobles will buy empty words? The ranks are already wavering, doubting us."
"..."
He couldn't argue. Siegfried's seclusion, new leadership, neutral merger—shaky issues for mid-to-low nobles. Would rolling neutrals push them out? Just crumb-chasing between factions? Endless doubts.
"To solidify internally, we need impact."
Success or failure.
"Really okay?"
"For new nobles, it's ideal. Announces our integration and new faction."
Imperials would rage, but no poaching them anyway.
Plus.
"Even imperial spawn can't strike easily with so many nobles opposing."
Emily grinned cruelly, eyeing the fluttering Solarion banner in the distance.