The Triple-Blade Sword Dance

Yun-ah, Cheon Ji-min's wife, poured frothy beer into my empty glass. The roasted peanuts were a bit short on sweetness, but they made perfect pub grub. Classics are classics for a reason.

I rested my hand on Yun-ah's shoulder. Silver's body flinched for a moment before accepting me. She seemed to instinctively realize there was no escaping my grasp. Cheon Ji-min watched the scene, fidgeting like a dog desperate to take a shit.

Naked Aros was sucking my cock under my chair. Her technique was surprisingly decent. I'd figured a pro like her would bite down and fight back, but she didn't. She was clearly biding her time for a bigger opening. Fat chance—even if she bolted, she'd still be in the palm of Buddha's hand.

"Slurp! Slurp! Slurp! Slurp!"

"Your mouth's got some talent. If you'd honed it for this instead of assassination, you'd be even deadlier."

I chugged the overflowing beer and twisted my hand on Yun-ah's shoulder, lightly groping around her tits. Felt like sitting on the throne itself. Even the prime minister probably never had luxuries like this.

Yun-ah smiled awkwardly as she held the beer bottle, refilling my glass the second it emptied in a clear bid to get me drunk fast. As if cheap beer could do that to me.

"Yun-ah. How many times have you fucked your husband?"

"Wh-what!?"

"Sex. I'm talking sex. Even with a geezer like him, you've gotta have done it, right? He's your husband."

"W-well... We promised to only do it when we decided to have a baby..."

"What? So you've never fucked your husband? For real? Not even once?"

I deliberately chose the crudest words to insult both her and her man at once.

"N-not yet..."

"Kekeke! Your hubby's a real clown. Or is it guilt from the theft? How long you been married?"

"Not even a month yet."

"I'd have railed her at least a hundred times by now. What, you got cobwebs in that pussy?"

"N-no..."

"Nah, can't buy it. Leave a pussy idle that long, and you lose sensitivity. Tough luck drawing a useless husband, Yun-ah. Might even be rusty—who wants to check?"

Cranking up the vulgarity made Cheon Ji-min's face drain of color. He looked ready to pop if I poked him. But stopping the taunts now would kill the fun.

"I-I'm fine..."

"Come on, don't be shy. Or did you do anal instead of pussy sex?"

"N-no!"

"Anal's trickier than pussy—you gotta be careful. Guy gets greedy and rips his partner's asshole, she's suffering for life. You like anal, Yun-ah?"

"I don't... Could you stop with those words?"

"What words?"

"The crude ones..."

People are most fun when you get filthy with them. The hypocrites who act all high and mighty up front are the dirtiest behind closed doors. Me? I'm straight-up honest front and back.

"Crude? You think 'pussy' or 'anal sex' is crude?"

"You don't have to say it like that..."

"No need to pussyfoot around it either. A chick with massive udders like yours? Zero credibility."

I flat-out grabbed Yun-ah's tits.

"Slurp! Slurp! Slurp! Slurp!"

Aros suddenly amped up her blowjob intensity, like she was trying to distract me. Admirable effort, but a suckjob alone wouldn't cut it.

"Aros. Enough head. Come out."

At my words, Aros crawled out from under the table. My precum glistening on her lips was a hell of a sight.

She wiped her mouth with her arm. Pro-level poker face, but inside? She wanted me dead.

"Dance for me."

"Dance... you say?"

"Yeah. Skin tanned like yours screams desert dancer. You know, the ones who sword-dance for men. Oh yeah, perfect. Yun-ah, grab a few kitchen knives."

Yun-ah bolted from my lap at my command. She'd be ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠back soon enough.

She returned from the kitchen with three knives.

"Dance with these. Assassins learn this stuff, right?"

"......I never learned sword dancing."

"Huh? No bedroom arts either? Lame. Shouldn't assassins train for when they're caught, raped, tortured sexually?"

Aros's fists trembled faintly. She was on the verge of snapping. Time to poke harder?

"......I'll dance as you command."

Aros gripped a knife in each hand. Despite her denial, she moved with fluid, gorgeous grace—like a butterfly fluttering. I couldn't help but admire it.

But the killing intent hidden within was obvious. She was waiting for my eyes to wander, then strike. Hell, I knew it—that's why I handed her ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠the blades.

"Hold up. Something's missing."

I halted her mid-dance.

"Bend over, ass to me."

"......Here?"

"Not that. Spread 'em wide so I get a good look."

Aros obeyed without hesitation. Yun-ah shuddered beside us.

I groped Yun-ah's tits to calm her. If anything, she shook harder.

"See this, Yun-ah? Aros's shithole. Pretty crude, like you said."

"......"

Aros's asshole twitched. Face hidden, but she was surely murderous.

"N-not crude..."

Yun-ah barely whispered. I slipped my hand into her top as I replied.

"Looks filthy crude to me. How many cocks you think this shithole could take, Yun-ah?"

"Wh-what...?"

"Cocks. Oh, never seen a real one? Here."

I dropped my pants. Yun-ah whipped her head away, the virgin act kinda hot.

"No way mine fits. Your limp-dick hubby's? Maybe ten. Haha."

I smacked Aros's ass, then slathered lube around it thoroughly. Untrained hole, but champion-grade—she wouldn't tear on insertion.

I shoved the anal plug into Aros's ass. Purple one.

Her hole swallowed it whole, slick with lube, sliding right in.

"Nngh!"

Even stoic Aros couldn't stifle that groan. I pulled it out and in, slowly stretching her hole.

"Good. Perfect fit."

Into her gaping asshole went the handle of the smallest kitchen knife.

"Excellent. Now that's the three-way style."

One in each hand. One in the ass. Aros held three blades total.

"Dance like that. Always wanted to see a three-blade sword dance."

"Urgh...!"

Her face twisted feral for a split second. No assassin could stonewall that humiliation easily.

But she was pro. Composed in under a second. Anyone less sharp than me would've missed it.

Aros resumed, movements slower now. But the horniness factor? Skyrocketed.

I absentmindedly squeezed Yun-ah's tits harder. She squirmed in protest—or was it playful resistance?

"S-stop..."

My hand dove into her pants. Cheon Ji-min forced his gaze away, suffering. Entertaining as hell.

Aros danced closer, intent obvious. I almost ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠laughed.

But I played along, loose smile on, rubbing Yun-ah's crotch to create an opening.

"Heh, shaking that ass like a killer. Careful—got a knife for a tail back there."

She swayed seductively toward me, dance mesmerizing enough to loosen focus. Our distance shrank to a step.

When would she strike?

Her left knife swayed hypnotically, tracing alluring arcs. Seductive blade. But venomous intent lurked within. No room for slacking...

Clang!

A spear shattered the window, hurtling at me. I slapped it aside in a panic.

"!?"

Instantly, Aros's kitchen knife lunged for my chest. Spear feint into blade strike.

Beyond my expectations. I twisted away.

But she spun, following with the ass-blade downward chop. Brilliant surprise.

Aros's strike froze inches from my heart. Close call. Without Time Pose, I'd have lost a life. Surprise is the soul of ambush.

Ass-blade ambush, though? Aros was something else. Unyielding kill-lust to the end.

"But this spear..."

I eyed the makeshift spear—long pole sharpened crudely—that had smashed through the window ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠from outside.

Only one champion screams javelin thrower.

How the hell did Aquila get here...?