Speak Your Wish (3)
Hong Yeonhwa, bathed in the moonlight at her back, smiled softly.
"So, speak your wish."
The meaning packed into those short words was clear. This was her way of wrapping up our fates. As long as it wasn't about stopping her from returning to her original Murim world, she would grant any wish with all sincerity. Even if I asked for her body, she'd gladly give it. But come tomorrow, she'd leave.
So, should I demand something impossible? Like world conquest? No, Hong Yeonhwa had nearly unified Murim once before. Here, it might just take time—most things were probably within her reach anyway.
What if I asked for something fundamentally impossible? Like her teaching me martial arts, then pretending I couldn't understand, dragging it out forever? She'd probably stick by my side to keep her promise.
...But she'd just stick around. Nothing more.
It wasn't hard to imagine Hong Yeonhwa slowly withering away like that. Her pink eyes might even fill with resentment toward me someday.
I'd rather die than let that happen.
What should I do? What did I really want?
My thoughts deepened.
Hong Yeonhwa didn't rush me at all. She just gazed at me quietly.
Suddenly, I noticed the courtyard bathed in moonlight. Even in the dim light, the scars of battle—pits and craters everywhere—were obvious. What had I been thinking back then?
...Ah.
Did she read something on my face? Her smile deepened a little. It looked somehow lonely.
"Have you decided?"
"Yeah. Just now."
I closed my eyes for a moment. Shaping the thought and emotion that had just surfaced into words.
"My wish is..."
My parched lips and pounding heart. I swallowed my anxiety and anticipation with my saliva before opening my eyes.
"I want to always be right by your side, no matter when or where. You, Hong Yeonhwa."
Was it because I'd called her by name for the first time? Or because of what I said? Hong Yeonhwa flinched for a second, then scratched her nose tip awkwardly, looking troubled.
"As you know, this lady must return to her world someday. So that wish..."
"I know. And it doesn't matter."
"What?"
"I'll just go with you."
The trigger for my resolve to fight Cheok An Geum Gwi. The moment Martial Spirit Divine Art—the martial art of the mind—truly awakened.
It was my love for Hong Yeonhwa and my fear of a life without her.
She had to return to her world someday? Fine, I'd follow her!
"D-Do you even know what it means to follow this lady? This lady wanders everywhere without settling down, you know."
"I know."
"Sleeping outdoors and living in strange lands is grueling, and you might face dangers like that one-eyed freak from before."
"Of course I know."
"You might never return to this house again. Didn't you say your master's tomb is here?"
"Master would understand. Hell, he'd probably kick me out with jealous eyes. That's the kind of guy he is."
Stunned by my unexpected reply, Hong Yeonhwa shook her head and raised her voice.
"Even if we returned to this lady's Murim, it would be a problem! It's a far harsher place than here—you'd spend the rest of your days as an outsider!"
"But you'd be there."
Hong Yeonhwa tilted her head like she couldn't comprehend my answer, then her eyes widened like saucers as realization dawned.
Finally got it, huh? She's weirdly dense about stuff like this.
Her cheeks flushed visibly even in the hazy moonlight as she glanced at me sideways.
"Since when...? This lady never sensed a thing."
"From the start. From the moment I fished you out of that river."
"......"
Hong Yeonhwa's lips trembled like she wanted to say something, but in the end, she just hung her head without a word.
I sidled up and gently pulled her into a hug.
Her unique body scent hit me full force. The soft texture wrapping around me. And her warm body heat.
She didn't push me away. She just looked up at me quietly.
"...You might regret it."
"No way in hell."
I lowered my head, bringing our faces close. Slowly. So slowly.
Our trembling breaths tickled each other's skin... but she didn't refuse again. No, she rose on tiptoes to close the remaining gap.
The soft touch of her lips. A honest kiss, just pressing her lips to mine without any tricks—I forgot to even breathe for a moment.
"Hng... "
Soon, she dropped back down from her tiptoes. Caught off guard by her unexpected boldness, I looked down.
Her ears were beet red as she averted her gaze.
That sight was too adorable—I couldn't hold back anymore.
I gave in to the boiling impulse and hugged her tighter. Feeling her massive breasts squish against my stomach, I grabbed the back of her head.
Maybe because I started it this time. I could focus more on the feel of her smaller lips.
Soft and squishy, moist, and somehow scented sweetly. I savored their shape so thoroughly I could picture them with my eyes closed before finally pulling back.
"Fha..."
Hong Yeonhwa opened her mouth in a slightly trembling voice.
"Wh-What comes next?"
"...Maybe we should start by pulling back the blankets."
I released her from the hug and fetched blankets from the wardrobe. One I draped over the debris to block the broken door. For what came next, one was enough.
I took her clearly tense hand and led her to the blankets.
She followed silently, nodding with a stiff expression as if sensing what was about to happen.
"Alright, here we go."
I slowly placed my hand on her collar. Had I done this once before when she was out cold? Or because she obediently spread her arms and accepted my touch?
Her martial robe came undone in seconds, pooling on the floor, leaving her in her undergarments.
Maybe unable to bear it anymore, she squeezed her eyes shut. Ignoring that, I reached for her breast binding.
This era's makeshift bra—just cloth wrapped and tied around her chest—wasn't too hard to remove.
After a bit of fiddling, the knot came loose. The binding slipped away, revealing Hong Yeonhwa's enormous breasts.
"Whoa..."
The exclamation escaped me naturally. Bigger than most heads, they gleamed whitely in the moonlight, topped with cute pink nipples.
I barely restrained the urge to bury my face in them and moved to her leg wraps next. Untying the knot, the cloth fell limply away.
Seeing her tightly closed, straight-line pussy, I couldn't help but ask.
"Why no hair...?"
"I-Is it weird?"
"I like it. Just curious why."
"My hair's like that too... Probably just this lady's natural constitution."
If it's constitution, nothing to be done. Special physiques or certain martial arts can change the body.
Hong Yeonhwa must be the same. I nodded inwardly and stood.
I meant to lay her on the blankets now, but seeing her completely naked froze my thoughts.
A peerless beauty, a nation-toppling stunner, flower-like face and moon-like grace, an eternal masterpiece. No words could fully capture that blend of beauty and allure.
Lost in staring, she tilted her head curiously and approached. I couldn't tear my eyes from her jiggling breasts.
"What's wrong? Is something the matter?"
"No. You're just too beautiful."
"Eek...! Don't tease this lady! And hurry up and strip too!"
Did she really think I was teasing, or was it to hide her embarrassment? Either way, she grunted and started tugging at my clothes.
Obviously, doing that naked made her breasts bounce wildly and press right against me. I shifted to make it harder for her on purpose—since I liked it—but it didn't last.
Soon, I was naked like her too.
But instead of standing after pulling off my pants, Hong Yeonhwa squatted down, inspecting my rock-hard dick from every angle.
"This is really supposed to go inside this lady's body?"
"...Wanna touch it?"
Like entranced, she nodded and reached out carefully. Her slender fingers went straight for the glans first.
The moment she touched, the unfamiliar sensation made my dick twitch. She looked up startled.
I silently stroked her hair, and reassured, she focused back on it.
She poked and prodded everywhere for a while, then gathered her index and middle fingers to pet the glans like stroking a puppy.
"Look at this! It bobs its head every time this lady strokes it— so cute!"
"Uh, yeah..."
What do you even say to that? Calling my dick cute a compliment...? I knew she didn't mean it that way, but the word choice bugged me anyway.
Noticing my awkward reaction, she let go and spoke in a slightly downcast tone.
"Sorry. Did I make you mad by only touching myself?"
Then she stood, spread her arms wide, and peeked at my reaction.
"Now it's your turn. G-Go ahead and toy with this lady's body as you please."
Ah, so she knew it was toying all along.