Empty House (2)
“It’s nothing much. Just… except when tending to necessities, living all day with your thing stuffed inside me.”
…That’s totally something, though? Twenty-four-seven insertion—what kind of stunt is this? How many eras are you planning to leapfrog, Heavenly Demon lady!
Stunned by her utterly unimaginable idea, I just sat there dumbfounded as Hong Yeonhwa continued her explanation without a care.
“Saying all day doesn’t mean shaking my hips nonstop. Even you’d get worn out if we did that.”
“Well, yeah.”
Even if it were possible somehow, with Paeng Soso’s turn next, I might end up in sage mode the whole time.
“So the real action starts after sunset. Until then, we just go about our normal daily lives.”
With that, Hong Yeonhwa’s eyes curved like crescent moons, a seductive smile playing on her lips.
“Of course… if you can’t hold back, I don’t mind. Feel free to pour your desires into me anytime.”
Hong Yeonhwa began wriggling on my lap, slowly shedding her clothes. Her sash slipped off silently. With nothing to hold it in place, her collar parted naturally, revealing half of those breasts bigger than her head.
Gulp.
I swallowed without thinking, and Hong Yeonhwa flashed a beaming smile as she slipped her hand inside her loosened garments.
Deliberately, she peeled off only her undergarments and let them drop with a flick. Now, if she shrugged off the top half-draped over her nipples, her breasts would be fully exposed…
“Don’t rush. It’s unfair if only I undress.”
With those words, Hong Yeonhwa slowly reached out to me. Our inevitable closeness brought a rush of her unique bodily scent. Before I could regain my senses from the intoxicating familiarity, her slender fingers—fit for the phrase “jade-like hands”—dug into my chest.
With practiced ease, she undid my top. But no matter how long I waited, she only stroked my collarbone, refusing to shed her own clothes.
I stared pointedly, and finally, she demurely clasped her arms together and leaned forward a bit.
“Will you undress me?”
“Uh…”
As if entranced, I reached out, and Hong Yeonhwa obligingly wriggled her shoulders to make it easier.
Swish.
Soon, the sound of her top hitting the floor rang out, and her breasts were fully bared. How could they be so massive yet perfectly shaped without a hint of sag? A flawless pair that defied explanation.
I stared blankly for a moment, and Hong Yeonhwa shook them left and right, coquettishly teasing.
Jiggle, jiggle.
“Hehe… just going to look?”
“No way.”
They were breasts that made me happy just to gaze at, but that would be such a waste.
Carefully, I cupped them from below, savoring their weight. I pinched the nipples, lifting and dropping to watch the bounce. I kneaded them roughly, relishing how they squished in my palms. I suckled them, tormenting the tips with my tongue. I buried my face between them and inhaled deeply.
After playing with her breasts every way imaginable for a good while, Hong Yeonhwa’s breathing grew ragged, her nipples stood stiffly erect, and a wetness began to seep from her lower half.
Unmistakable signs of arousal. I whispered into the ear of Hong Yeonhwa, whose eyes had glazed over with hazy focus.
“Time to take off the bottom too.”
“Hnnngh…!”
She shuddered and came lightly from just those words.
“Whoa, why are you so sensitive today?”
“I-I can’t help it! Lately, I’ve been handling it myself or just quickies, so I’ve gotten into the habit of cumming fast!”
“That’s a fine habit to have.”
“Mmph…!”
A bit sulky, Hong Yeonhwa stood and spun around abruptly.
Was she mad about that? No, from the way she thrust out her ass, she was just stripping her bottoms.
No teasing this time—she yanked them off in one go, along with her undergarments. The plump, juicy cheeks thrust right in my face wiggled side to side.
Paeng Soso’s ass felt lewd, but Hong Yeonhwa’s was somehow cute. On impulse, I glanced back to see what Paeng Soso was up to—she was midway through peeling off her half-soaked bottoms.
Since it was Hong Yeonhwa’s day, was she abstaining even from touching herself? She moved extra carefully to avoid her pussy, but couldn’t stop it from dripping wet.
Our eyes met, and without a sound, she mouthed the words.
‘Don’t. Mind. Me.’
…How could I not, with her right there like that? I’d forgotten about her midway through Hong Yeonhwa’s sudden turn, but apparently that was a good thing.
I gave a slight nod and turned back. By then, Hong Yeonhwa had stripped completely and was climbing onto my lap.
“Hup.”
She was light to begin with, and thanks to the Iron King Heart Protection Art, my bones and muscles were tough—no real pain from this.
Knowing that, she stood boldly on my thighs. Thrusting her smooth, hairless pussy right in my face, she reached down without hesitation.
Spread wide.
Parting her own folds to show the inside. Her entrance twitched repeatedly, already slick with moisture.
“Do you see? The lady who once turned the Central Plains upside down, on the verge of ruling the world—she who now spreads her privates without shame, soaks lewdly from a mere whisper, yearns to spend all day impaled on a man’s cock… it’s all, all because of you.”
Hong Yeonhwa’s entrance pursed and winked greedily, spewing more love juices.
Her words hit me like… well, the intense image of her Heavenly Demon Reincarnation at the Yongbong Conference overlapped with this pussy-puckering Heavenly Demon, making it insanely hot.
Seeing my cock throbbing wildly, as if protesting to be shoved in right now, Hong Yeonhwa grinned and continued.
“So you should take responsibility, right?”
“…Responsibility? How?”
I tilted my head—what more did she want?—and Hong Yeonhwa hopped off my lap, stroking my cock with her foot as she explained.
“Piggyback.”
“Huh?”
“There’s that position where you carry me on your back, right? You called it ‘fireman’s carry’ or something.”
Still teasing my shaft with one foot, she placed her hands on her hips, thrust out her chest, and declared proudly.
“Today, I won’t touch the ground even once. I’ll cling to you like a cicada shell—got it!”
“What?”
“Waaah! Baby Heavenly Demon needs piggyback!”
With that, she leaped lightly, wrapping naturally around my upper body. Her movements were so fluid, like a drawing come to life—no impact at all.
Just the soft, warm sensation of her clinging form reminding me we were pressed tight.
But more than her graceful poise, her whiny voice as she stuck to me caught my attention.
“Eeeh… why won’t it come off…?”
She wriggled her toes, trying to tug down my pants, but failing and pouting.
“Because you didn’t untie the knot. Hold on.”
No elastic bands in this era, so we used cords at the waist—obviously tricky if knotted.
I patted her back a couple times, then pulled my pants down as she wanted. Hong Yeonhwa smiled in satisfaction.
“There! All obstacles gone! Hurry and put it in!”
I grabbed her ass, which kept rubbing her pussy against my stomach.
“Eep!”
“I got it, so hold still.”
Gauging the now-familiar angle, I thrust my hips forward.
The sensation of her tight walls stretching to my shape, the soft-yet-firm cervix kissing my tip.
“Ahhng…!”
She plunged deep enough to kiss her womb in one go, and Hong Yeonhwa shuddered violently. Her second light climax of the day.
Her insides wriggled pleasurably, adding more slickness.
“Haa… hnng….”
Arms around my neck, she let out a satisfied moan.
“I always think it, but your thing is a bit big for me.”
“Yeah?”
“Yes. It fills my lower belly so nicely… but if it stays like this all day, my pussy might not go back to normal. It could end up molded to your shape.”
“……”
What? Was Hong Yeonhwa not the self-proclaimed Heavenly Demon, but a self-inflicted one?
It fit too perfectly. She wasn’t trying to say something lewd, but it came out absurdly erotic anyway.
As I reflected on her past behavior, she rubbed her cheek against mine and spoke up.
“Darling? What’re you thinking so deeply about?”
“Just wondering if you’re actually a genius at making my dick angry.”
“W-what?”
While she floundered in confusion, I made my decision.
If my head wasn’t working, I’d thrust first and think later.
Squelch.
“Haaang…!”
I gripped her ass properly and started shaking. True to her word about being sensitive, she began cumming almost immediately.
Watching that, Paeng Soso couldn’t hold out anymore. She bolted from the room, yelling,
“I-I’ll go prepare dinner!”
With every step, sticky fluids dripped plip plop to the floor.
Come to think of it, the weather had warmed up lately—full-on spring now.
So that could count as spring rain, right?
…Or not.