Chapter 46: Cuckoo Life (3)
Chapter 46: Cuckoo Life (3)
Seol Yu-ran brought out her breasts and began tit-fucking me—or, to put it in the language of this place, started rubbing my cock between them. It was a luxury of a titfuck, one delivered by a pair of milk jugs she could proudly call the finest in the Central Plains.
Though, even those milk jugs couldn't quite envelop all of my King Cock.
The glans popped out between her cleavage. Was that a cleav-tip?
"Beeh."
Maybe it was a little dry and painful to do it without anything to make it slick.
To use it as lubricant, she drooled onto the glans poking out between her breasts.
Slp. Slp-slurp.
The hydraulic pressure from those enormous tits gradually acquired a little friction.
Her technique for squeezing the cock trapped between her breasts by pressing her Central Plains' Finest Tits—her Central Plains' finest milk jugs—from both sides was clumsy. But, being a master of martial arts, she quickly grew more skilled by watching the reactions on my face.
She tried crossing the direction of the pressure, and she tried gently rubbing the head of my cock by wrapping her breasts tightly around it.
She might have been clumsy at the most basic part of a titfuck—stroking up and down—but thanks to her Central Plains' Finest Tits, she was already a seasoned expert.
I'd seen plenty of women make up for small breasts with technique, but it was rare to see someone compensate for a lack of titfucking skill by relying on the sheer specs of her breasts.
And I can say without a doubt that Seol Yu-ran was at the very top, even among that latter group.
Even Chi-chi, who was practically an expert at deep, close-contact mating with me, looked like she was about to lose her title as the number-one titfucker.
Slp. Slurp. Slurp.
Her titfuck gradually sped up. The friction of her breasts rubbing against my cock gave me a blissful pleasure.
"Beeeh. Slurp. Slurp. Smooch♡"
She swallowed the exposed glans as if a little child were sucking on a piece of candy. She licked and sucked the cock in her mouth, making vulgar smacking sounds with her tongue, all while continuing to titfuck me.
The strange combination of a married woman's practiced, dazzling tongue-work and a fresh young titfuck that relied on pure specs set my balls working in real time.
Maybe my balls wanted to hit the egg with their sperm, too, because they just kept getting hotter, like a raging volcano about to erupt.
"Master. How does your disciple's cock taste?"
"Slurp-slurp♡ It's a strong, fishy... Slurp! Nasty taste. Smooch."
"You say that, but aren't you sucking it like you're enjoying it way too much? Anyone watching would think you were sucking honey, not cock cum."
Even a courtesan who sold her body in exchange for money couldn't suck as deliciously as this.
No—come to think of it, she couldn't possibly make a face that looked this genuinely pleased, either. Those women only acted as if they enjoyed it because it was their job, but Seol Yu-ran meant it.
"A disciple who says such teasing things..."
Perhaps feeling embarrassed, Seol Yu-ran shot me a sidelong glance and warned me.
"Will be punished by milking. Smooooooch! Smack! Smack! Slurrrrrp. Ebblp. Smooch!"
Slp-slp-slp-slp.
She shook her entire upper body, not just her breasts, to make the titfuck even faster. She rubbed her tits together so vigorously that I started worrying she might bruise them.
Her mouth sucked hard, sending all kinds of lewd sounds ringing out in real time.
"Ah! Oh..."
When a pathetic moan escaped me, Seol Yu-ran's eyes curved at the corners, and she gave me a cute, smiling look.
Other people would have called her filthy and vulgar, seeing her titfucking and sucking my cock even while making an ugly face—her cheeks hollowed out and the space between her nose and lip stretched long.
But I can say without a doubt that, to me alone, she looked every bit as captivating as a celestial fairy.
The moment was approaching when all her effort—giving me this filthy service with that lovely face and her violently voluptuous body—would bear fruit.
My cock began to tremble like a volcano about to explode. Seol Yu-ran received the signal that I was about to come through her Central Plains' Finest Tits, stopped stroking my cock, and applied only the hydraulic pressure, delivering the final blow with the tip of her tongue.
She poked and scraped the impossibly sensitive opening of my urethra with the pointed tip of her tongue.
At the urging to hurry up and give her my Yang Energy juice, my patience finally raised the white flag.
"Master, I'm gonna come...!"
"Smooooooooch! Smack-smack-smack♡"
Brrrurt. Bwoooosh. Brrrururuk.
The freshly produced baby batter burst out with force.
Even though I was coming down her throat-pussy, it was so vigorous, as though I meant to get my partner pregnant, that it really was like some beast's ejaculation.
"Hngh....Gulp. Gulp! Slurp. Slurp. Smoooch....Gulp♡"
She took my spurting semen down her throat, and licked up every last bit that overflowed and pooled in her mouth with her tongue.
The sight of the milf diligently swallowing it all looked like an erotic painting.
If someone preserved this moment in a painting and put it up for sale, wouldn't countless fools—no, art lovers—pay a fortune for it? Of course, that would only be possible if the painter were any good.
She hadn't learned the art of absorbing yang to replenish yin, but it still felt like she was sucking the essence right out of me.
Was she that good at squeezing thick semen out of a cock with the finest milk jugs in the Central Plains? Seol Yu-ran somehow swallowed every last drop of the semen I'd shot out so thoroughly that my balls tingled, then finally pulled her mouth away.
"Smooch. Gulp....Phaaaah. You do take a long time to come. Anyway, that was a good meal."
As she spoke, she ran her soft-looking tongue over her lips. Somehow, it seemed less like she'd done it for my sake and more like a pseudo-sex act she'd performed to satisfy her own appetite.
When she'd seen my morning-erect King Cock while I was bathing, she'd swallowed hungrily. It seemed she'd wanted to eat it ever since then.
Though I wanted to immediately knock down this arrogant master who used her disciple to satisfy her own desires and pound her pussy senseless, I held back.
If I crossed the line now, Seol Yu-ran would reluctantly accept it.
But to that same degree, she'd draw a firm boundary between us in the cottage. Not in the physical sense, but in the way one decisively draws a line.
So I had to compromise appropriately while gradually infiltrating her nest. I needed to slowly dye her household with my colors and cultivate corruption within it.
"Master. Do you still not understand me?"
So I deliberately scowled and swung my still-hard meat club, smacking her tits repeatedly with loud slaps.
"Do I look like some two-pump chump who goes limp after just one shot? You should at least make me cum three times!"
"Know your limits. It's almost mealtime, and if we don't return soon, my husband will definitely find it strange."
"Then secretly give me a handjob at your place."
"You—are you serious right now?"
Her gaze was the kind one would direct at a brat throwing a tantrum, but I paid no heed and kept pushing. I sprawled out on the training ground floor, flailing my limbs dramatically, and declared:
"Ah, forget all that. I came expecting to commit adultery with my master today, so I didn't even fuck Chi-chi. Master has to take responsibility for denying me an illicit cock session. Take responsibility!"
"......."
Her contemptuous glare stung, but I stubbornly held my ground.
Eventually, she was the first to surrender, adjusting her clothes before yanking me up with a sigh.
"Sigh. Fine. Fine. If you go home quietly, I'll secretly give you a handjob without my husband noticing."
"But—!"
"You absolutely can't get caught. Understood?"
"Of course! I swear on my precious meat!"
"...The fact that this reassures me is making me despise myself more and more."
And so, after wrapping things up, we returned to the cottage.
When we got back, Wi Ji-ja had already finished preparing the meal. He even greeted our return with a soft smile.
In contrast, Seol Yu-ran, fresh from committing adultery, had to focus all her nerves on controlling her facial muscles so no trace of guilt would show.
"Both of you, come quickly. The meal is ready—all that's left is to eat. Come on, let's dig in."
"Yes, dear."
"Thank you for the meal, Sword Saint."
Seated at the table, we chatted lightly as we ate. In my case, as the Thousand-Faced Lust Demon, I embellished some of the rumors I'd heard while traveling the Central Plains bedding women and regaled the two of them.
Not that my stories were all that amusing, but the two, having married young and secluded themselves in these mountains, found entertainment in my ramblings.
"Hahaha. Is that really true?"
"Absolutely. The merchant thought he was scamming them, but in the end, he was the fool who failed to recognize the treasure and sold it for pocket change."
"But how did you even recognize it, Physician Geum? I've heard Azure Stone Oil is so rare that identifying it alone is difficult."
"I might not look the part, but I did some research on spirit medicines to play the role of a doctor. Well, strictly speaking, it wasn't me—I just read records left by previous sect leaders of the Post-Nut Clarity Sect."
I recalled the time I'd bought Azure Stone Oil for fifty taels of silver.
It had been one of the smut novel's Fortuitous Encounters—obtaining Azure Stone Oil from a third-rate merchant. Even in small amounts, Azure Stone Oil rivals the Great Rebirth Pill in value, so fifty taels of silver was practically robbery. Comparatively, it was like trading gold for firewood.
Thanks to it, I quickly accumulated Lightning Qi and advanced my mastery of the Thunder Heaven Divine Art, soon reaching the Peak Realm.
There were still a few more fortuitous encounters left, but since they weren't mine to claim, I left them untouched. Once I had more wives to take care of my cock, I'd go back to scoop them up and share the spoils.
Perhaps because the conversation was mainly between me and Wi Ji-ja—
Seol Yu-ran had regained her calm and was silently eating her meal.
'Now's the time!'
I stretched my leg under the table and prodded her crotch with my toes through her pants. The moment my foot touched her mound, the unsuspecting woman let out a strange noise.
"Hyueeh?!"
"Dear? Are you all right?"
"Ah, it's nothing. I just... thought I saw a cockroach. But looking closer, guess not."
"A cockroach? Haha. Even you make mistakes sometimes."
A cockroach? Wi Ji-ja, dense as a brick, bought the excuse wholesale. Sure, even female martial artists had their feminine sensibilities—perhaps squeamishness toward bugs—but did he really think a Peak Realm expert would misidentify a roach?
That he accepted such a flimsy lie at face value...
No wonder I ended up stealing his wife. No awareness, and from what I hear, his meat's just as pathetic.
That Seol Yu-ran herself had come to accept the affair spoke volumes.
Having successfully deflected, Seol Yu-ran maintained a straight face as she sent me a voice transmission:
[Can't you stop?!]
[No. Earlier, you pretended to indulge my request while only satisfying yourself, didn't you?]
[What are you—?]
[If you wanted to eat up your disciple's cum, you should've said so. Using my plea as an excuse to selfishly take what you wanted? Unacceptable. Now it's my turn to act up.]
As I ate, I rubbed her clothed pussy with my toes, teasing her incessantly.
I flashed her a wicked grin only she could see.
[Try not to cum before we finish eating. If you can't hold back and your pussy gives out... you know what'll happen, right?]
[!!]
Seol Yu-ran's face paled.