The Maze of Forbidden Pleasures
Slurp!
Jongchil's tongue teasingly tickled the entrance to Hong Mi's lips. Startled by the sudden sensation, she nearly jerked her head back. But his arm held her face firmly in place, thwarting her reflexive escape.
'W-wait!'
Her lips were sealed, muffling her words. Jongchil's mouth invaded hers as naturally as a scholar visiting a friend's home for study. Inside, he prodded her dormant tongue.
'Mmph!'
Her own tongue began to stir in response to his stimulation. The soft texture of Jongchil's tongue was utterly unlike the beef tongue dish she'd eaten in Honam.
Was it the difference between human and cow? Or was this man special?
Lost in his aggressive assault, Hong Mi had no capacity to judge.
"Slurrrp! Smmk! Perolop!"
He was skilled. He wielded his tongue like a sword master, ghosting over her sensitive spots with devilish precision.
Hong Mi could only succumb helplessly to his onslaught.
This battlefield was uncharted territory for her. She was no match for Jongchil.
She might break free with brute force, but her mind was already a blank slate.
"Smmk! Chuuuup! Smack! Smack!"
The deep kiss dragged on for a full quarter-hour. Hong Mi hung her mouth open like a poorly made jiangshi, drool spilling freely.
When Jongchil finally pulled away, the door clicked open.
"Oh! It opened."
He pointed at the door. Hong Mi blinked her dazed eyes back to focus and wiped the drool from her sleeve.
"Ugh...! Y-yes, it did!"
"See? A proper kiss was the key."
"Ugh... This is a proper kiss?"
"Yes, exactly. Ah, was this your first time, Miss Hong?"
His words made her feel like he was looking down on her inexperience. A spark of defiance flared.
"N-no. I've shared kisses with someone I loved."
"Ah... I see. Then I was terribly rude just now."
"It was to escape this place, wasn't it? Don't worry about it."
Hong Mi cleared her throat, trying to act mature. Unaware that Jongchil was smirking behind her.
"Whew. On to the next room, then."
The challenges escalated. After the kissing room came one requiring full nudity.
You cannot leave unless you burn the clothes you are wearing.
"Ughhh!"
Overheated, Hong Mi lunged to smash the door, but Jongchil barely restrained her.
"Escaping comes first."
"But still!"
"We might be trapped here forever!"
"Ughhh!"
They ignited their clothes with Samadhi True Fire. Fresh off that intense kiss, Hong Mi tolerated him seeing her naked.
Though unaccustomed to baring herself, she awkwardly covered her breasts and groin with her hands.
"I've decided. Once we escape, I'll spend my life purging bandits."
Her vow was fierce.
"Door's open. Next..."
You cannot leave without touching each other's breasts.
You cannot leave without drinking each other's saliva.
You cannot leave without caressing each other's genitals.
"Whew... Genital caressing... Young Master Jong, face this way and spread your legs."
Their distance had shrunk dramatically through prior rooms. This was part of Jongchil's scheme.
"I'll go first. Spread your groin for easy access."
"Ugh! It might smell a bit..."
"No. Your body only gives off a fragrant floral scent, Miss Hong."
"Liar..."
Jongchil dove into her pussy first. Hong Mi, yielding her weakness to the blowjob novice, screamed like an enlightened virgin ghost on the verge of nirvana.
"Haaaaah~! Haat~! Hnggg~! Hnng~♬ W-wait! Young Master Jong! Something's weird...!"
"Slurrrrp! Smmk! Smmk! Hm. Your clit is fully covered by its hood."
"What!? What did you...!"
"Ubebe~! Chuuuup!"
"Kyaaaa~!"
For half a quarter-hour, Hong Mi rode Jongchil's fantastical express train of cunnilingus. By the end, she was nearly dead.
Clear pussy juice trickled from her slit, and froth bubbled at her mouth.
While sucking, Jongchil confirmed her hymen. Fresh virgin.
'Jackpot.'
He waited leisurely for her to recover.
She rose after a quarter-hour. Now it was her turn to suck his cock.
"Haa... Haa... Haa...!"
Hong Mi writhed, emitting moans hot enough to redden cheeks just from hearing.
This room demanded rimjobs. The previous required mutual masturbation, which she'd performed shamelessly.
"Hng! Smmk! Smmk! Chuwup!"
I used her clumsy rimming face like a chair.
"Miss Hong. Deeper, please."
"Slurrrrup! Yesss~!"
Her drugged expression focused solely on my asshole—no trace of her initial pure, spirited demeanor.
Against a user of Power of Sex, after so many adult games, staying sane would make her enlightened.
Creeeak!
The door opened. Finally, my final room. Crafting this vast formation cost substantial inner energy, but the payoff was certain. In the next room, I'd claim Hong Mi for sure.
"Slurrp! Chuwup! Smmk! Smmk!"
"Miss Hong. Door's open."
"Smmk! Smmk! Chuuuup!"
Ignoring me, she devoured my ass voraciously—no honey applied, yet.
After yielding my ass for half a quarter-hour, I escaped. She was half nympho already.
"Heee~"
Even after, she smacked her lips regretfully. The formation's disorientation twisted her will effortlessly.
"Let's go."
We entered the next room. Unlike before, it held a massive bed.
Hong Mi's throat bobbed at the sight. Anticipating what came next.
"This one..."
Her gaze shifted to the plaque.
You cannot leave without intercourse.
Her face lit up instantly. She grinned 'Mhehe!' and turned to me.
"This requires intercourse to exit. Hehe~! What now? Fufu. No choice, huh? I have to fuck Young Master Jong..."
Then, the door swung open.
The mood was ripe, one step from the deed. Even mentally prepared.
Viscous love juices dripped from her lower lips like morning dew. On the soft bed, she was ready to spread her legs and offer her cherished virginity.
She'd spread for me before, so not too hard.
But with all preparations complete, the door opened. My intent.
'A virginity offered by her own will is special.'
Not forced by the formation, but by her desire.
Already consumed by lust, she ignored the formation, but pretended otherwise. I'd shatter that facade.
"Oh! No idea why, but the door opened. Lucky break, Miss Hong. We can skip the sex."
Last room. Bright light leaked from the open door—instinctively the exit.
Hong Mi's face darkened.
"Hng...! Y-Young Master Jong. It might be that bandit's trap. Be careful...!"
Her voice was desperately urgent, enough to pity her. As if she'd mount me any second.
Love juices beaded on her labia, dripping to wet the floor.
Watching her desperation was amusing. How long could she hold out?
"Dunno. Doesn't feel like a trap."
"Traps don't announce themselves. Hng...! A-anyway, like before, follow the plaque. Hurry... intercourse..."
Still wearing her pretense. Made me want to tease more. I stepped toward the door.
"I'll check first."
"N-no! Dangerous!"
She grabbed my wrist—hard enough to bruise. That desperate.
Pain aside, I savored it.
'Kek! One poke and she'll ahegao.'
Face on the brink of explosion, hot voice screaming in my ear.
"F-first, let's fuck! Then check—it's fine!"