Murim Creampie (2)
"It's not my fault! The world's the one that's wrong!"
Paeng Soso was blaming everything on the world in that classic drunken slur. She'd starved herself half to death but stuck stubbornly to her principles, which I admired enough to stuff her full of food. And, as a bonus, I'd ordered some booze too.
...But looks like she overdid it.
"It's seriously ridiculous, right? Who mixes men and women in the martial world anyway? One good hit and they'd all just keel over dead!"
Paeng Soso swung her saber wildly around her back. Hong Yeonhwa freaked at the whooshing sound cutting through the air and lunged forward, snatching it away with her Golden Snatcher technique.
"That's dangerous! Hurry and sober up. I'll give it back after."
"Hehe... You're amazing! Snatching it that easily! And so cute!"
"C-Cute?!"
Paeng Soso, who'd been politely calling her "benefactress" up until now, had switched to blunt familiarity. Hong Yeonhwa flinched, clutching the saber tight and shooting me a pleading look with her eyes.
'Do something!'
'What am I supposed to do?'
'I don't know! But do something!'
While I was distracted by our silent exchange, Paeng Soso staggered over and glomped Hong Yeonhwa in a big hug.
"Eek!"
Hong Yeonhwa let out a weird yelp but passed me the saber anyway, worried Paeng Soso might get hurt.
"So tiny... but these boobs are huge... And you smash heads like it's nothing, so your skills must be insane too... I'm jealous..."
"Eek! Let go! Let go! Stop groping my boobs! And quit petting my head! Only my husband gets to do that!"
Hong Yeonhwa desperately shoved at Paeng Soso's face, but the drunk girl clung on just as fiercely. No dice.
"You roam the martial world freely... hook up with the guy you like... But me... why... hic... sob... waaah!"
Out of nowhere, Paeng Soso burst into tears. Hong Yeonhwa looked totally lost, her own face crumpling as she desperately called out to me.
"You there...!"
"Ah, hold on."
It took both of us piling in to finally pry her off.
Paeng Soso, who'd been causing a ruckus, passed out soon enough. I'd been ready to slap her with some acupressure if needed, but no worries there.
Couldn't just dump her anywhere, though, so I rented an empty room at the inn and tucked her in. Hong Yeonhwa and I took the room next door.
She hauled over the leftovers and polished off every last bite, then patted her full belly.
"Whew... Come to think of it, so much happened today I never got to comment on your fight."
Hong Yeonhwa crawled over on all fours and patted my head.
"You've still got a long way to go, but splitting them up instead of facing them all at once? And cutting their throats without hesitation? Excellent work."
"You think? Only took down two myself—doesn't really feel like much."
"Even if it was just two, that doesn't change how well you did. You must be beat after today, so for once, I will relieve your fatigue."
Hong Yeonhwa hopped up with an "Up you go!"
I watched curiously as she started rolling her shoulders to loosen up.
"Poking Blood Acupuncture?"
"Correct. With my internal energy somewhat restored, it'll be way more effective than before."
Her confident vibe reminded me of the first time she'd done it for me. Back then, I thought it was just a regular massage... but feeling those tits through her clothes every time? I'd count down the hours till sunset.
Tits... Now I could strip her bare and see them for real. Touch 'em. Motorboat 'em.
That thought had blood rushing south before I knew it.
"...Since you're doing it anyway, one request."
"Mm? What is it?"
"Can you focus on the spots I want?"
Hong Yeonhwa tilted her head.
"If that's what you want, of course—but skipping the proper order reduces the effect."
"It's fine. I'm mentally drained from all the tension today, not physically. ...Oh, and do it naked. All clothes off."
"......"
She cocked her head the other way, like she didn't get it. But then realization hit, and her face flushed crimson.
"...I did say 27 safe days out of the month, but that doesn't mean we do it for all 27 straight!"
"Not into it today? Fair enough, then..."
"N-No! I never said we couldn't do it every day! I just said if you want it, anytime!"
Slowly. Deliberately. Without hesitation, she undid the knot at her waist. A slight shrug of her shoulders, and her outer robe slid to the floor.
Whoosh.
She'd strip herself if I just asked? My dick wouldn't quit throbbing at the thought.
Soon she was down to her undergarments. She glanced at my crotch, then squeezed her eyes shut and yanked those off too.
Plop.
Her tits, freed from the fabric, bounced with elastic waves, announcing their presence to the world.
"Whoa..."
The jiggle didn't stop at one. Inertia turned it into ripples dancing across her chest.
Holy shit. How could just looking make them feel so heavy? No matter how many times I saw 'em, pure awe.
Maybe 'cause I was staring holes through them? Hong Yeonhwa caught on, clasped her hands behind her back, and thrust her chest out—perfect pose to flaunt those masterpieces.
Then she hopped over with exaggerated bounces.
Slap, slap.
The sound of her tits smacking together—or against her belly—with every step? Losing my mind.
While I was mesmerized by their violent glory, she twisted her upper body and looked up at me from inches away.
"I, uh... I already know you have this weird obsession with my breasts. ...How was it? To your liking?"
"Uh... Perfect. But did you, like, practice that or something?"
"......"
No answer—just reached out and started stripping me. Guess her actions spoke for themselves.
Once I was naked, she untied her final sash around her waist. And then—
"Eep!"
My spring-loaded dick slapped her right on the nose.
"???"
She rubbed her nose, looking up at me like she had no clue what hit her. So cute I couldn't resist rubbing my cock gently against her cheek.
"Get the idea now?"
"Ah..."
Finally clued in, she narrowed her eyes.
"Naughty boy."
"You were petting it like it was cute a second ago?"
"This dagger-sized pest that tormented me endlessly? Not cute at all."
High praise, right?
"You're struggling 'cause you're taking it all at the base. Let's pull back a bit before going in today."
"Is that even possible? I know now! Cocks only shoot their load after feeling good inside a pussy!"
Hong Yeonhwa bristled like I'd dissed her.
...Does she even realize what she's saying? Doesn't matter. Time to teach her everything.
I pointed at my rock-hard dick.
"Use your hand."
"......"
She glanced between her hand and my cock, head tilted.
"Teasing me? My hands don't have holes, you know."
"No. I mean make it feel good with your hand."
"With my... hand?"
She looked totally lost on how.
"Sit here first."
"Mm."
Hong Yeonhwa squatted in front of me. Her big tits squished against her knees and spilled out the sides. Gloriously obscene...
"Not uncomfortable? Kneeling might be easier."
"The Heavenly Demon never kneels."
Not even during that? The moaning, the begging—where was this then? Kinda funny, but that pose sparked an idea.
"Then just spread your legs a bit in that position."
"Like this?"
She did, turning it into an M-squat. Gravity made her tits sway, and her hairless pussy parted slightly, glistening with moisture.
Did she even realize how she looked? Her eyes blinked innocently.
I thrust my dick right up to her face.
"Grip it softly with your hand first. Yeah, like holding a sword."
Paeng Soso woke up needing to pee. No way she'd soil the bed, so she circulated her qi to sober up fast. Then plunged into massive self-loathing.
I'm insane! What a disgrace in front of my benefactors...!
She kicked at the blanket unconsciously, but her full bladder threatened to burst, so she behaved and kept her legs down.
Most inns kept a chamber pot in the room for late-night needs. This one did too.
After a quick search, she found it and relieved herself with a sigh. Back to bed.
Apologize first thing tomorrow. And go easy on the booze from now on.
Paeng Soso had never really drunk before—family always stopped her. This was her harsh lesson in her limits.
Waaah!
Whether that was good or not... who knows.
She shut her eyes to sleep, but vivid memories flooded back. Tossing and turning, she eventually—purely by accident—noticed faint light seeping from a hole in the wall.
Connected to the next room?
Nothing special. Just idle curiosity about where it led. Like peeking in a pouch or drawer.
But small causes don't always yield small effects.
What Paeng Soso spied through the peephole: her two naked benefactors. More precisely, Hong Yeonhwa squatting like a bitch in heat, clutching Jin Sochan's cock.