Empty House (3)
After ejaculating inside Hong Yeonhwa about three times, my immediate arousal finally subsided. I'd come three times, but she'd climaxed nearly twice that. Of course, they weren't earth-shattering orgasms—just the normal kind—so she didn't pass out or anything.
Still, her body went limp as expected, and she entrusted her full weight to me, murmuring in a slightly fatigued voice.
"Nngh... I'm hungry..."
"Hearing that makes me hungry too."
Was it because we'd been going at it since morning?
"Paeng Soso said she was preparing food earlier, so it might be about ready now. Let's go check."
"Mmew..."
Supporting Hong Yeonhwa's ass with one hand, I adjusted our position for better stability. With a steadier hold and my other hand now free, I reached for the door... only to freeze for a second.
"Don't worry—just open it. Paeng Soso said it's just the three of us in this mansion right now. So even wandering around naked shouldn't be a problem, you know."
"True. There's no one around who'd make it embarrassing to be seen..."
Come to think of it, Paeng Soso had left with her lower half bare too.
Creeeak—
As I opened the door, a cool breeze greeted us.
"...The wind brushing right between my legs feels kinda weird."
"This lady feels the same with the warm sunlight hitting her butt... so awkward."
The unfamiliar sensation made both Hong Yeonhwa and me shiver as we headed toward the kitchen where Paeng Soso should be. The mansion was pretty spacious, so the walk felt surprisingly long. And with every step, the subtle vibrations sent tingles of pleasure creeping up from below.
"Ah..."
"Hngt..."
"Aaang..."
Leading a trembling Hong Yeonhwa—who jolted with every step—into the kitchen, I spotted Paeng Soso's back as she diligently grilled meat.
"Oh, you guys are here? It's almost done, so wait in the room for a bit, okay?"
"Thanks. But why are you dressed like that?"
Her top was properly on, but for some reason, her lower half was completely naked. There was something intoxicating about her backside, her moon-like ass fully exposed as she focused on cooking.
"Mmewt!"
"Ow..."
Hong Yeonhwa noticed my dick twitching—not for her, but for Paeng Soso—and lightly nipped the tip of my nose, quickly deflating my excitement. Paeng Soso caught the scene and gave an awkward laugh.
"Ahaha... Well, you see... Just watching you and Hong unnie, or even thinking about you two being stuck together all day, keeps making me wet down there..."
"......"
Looking closer, love juices were dripping nonstop down her firm thighs even now.
Hong Yeonhwa nodded at the sight.
"Indeed. No way she could wear pants in this state."
"Yeah. Anything I put on would just get soaked, so I'm living bare-bottomed for now~"
I stared at her in disbelief, and she wildly shook her head, misinterpreting my gaze.
"D-don't worry! I washed my hands properly! ...But if Jin oppa wants, tomorrow I could make something a little more special..."
"We'll wait in the next room! Get it ready ahead of time and come quick!"
She was about to say something terrifying, so I snatched up just the bowls and chopsticks and bolted to the adjacent room.
Special cooking...? My tastes aren't that special.
I ate the whole meal hyper-focused, wondering if there was any hidden flavor, but Paeng Soso's cooking was just plain normal. No—actually, pretty tasty.
"...Why is it so good?"
"Hehe... I'm a prepared woman, you know?"
Paeng Soso had dreamed since childhood of personally cooking for her lover. Of course, she wasn't on the level of professional chefs, but she knew the basics and practiced in her spare time.
I marveled inwardly and scooped up another bite—
Thump thump.
Hong Yeonhwa lightly tapped my chest with her forehead.
"You there. You there. This position makes it hard to eat properly. How about switching it up?"
"Switch positions?"
Right now, I was sitting facing the table, with Hong Yeonhwa straddling me, facing me. From her view, her back was to the table. We'd been feeding each other—my bite, her bite—but it seemed inconvenient for a glutton like her.
She swallowed the piece of meat I'd just fed her and flapped her hands emphatically.
"You know, like... similar to now, but both of us facing forward."
"Ah... didn't think of that."
I lifted her just enough to keep my dick inserted and spun her around 180 degrees.
"Ahaat!"
The rotation—not back-and-forth motion—must've felt novel, as her insides clenched tight for a moment before her pink eyes sparkled at the table ahead.
"Oh! Quite the variety."
"Y-yeah... The maids left the breakfast ingredients, so..."
Paeng Soso replied with slightly ragged breathing.
...No real intent, but this accidentally turned into a pose flaunting our joined parts to her.
Paeng Soso grew quieter, head bowed low as if avoiding looking our way while she ate. Meanwhile, Hong Yeonhwa happily stuffed her mouth full as usual.
She swayed her body side to side in good spirits, or stretched forward for distant side dishes. She seemed oblivious, lost in eating... but each time, her insides teasingly stroked my dick, making it impossible for me to focus.
Still, enduring her unwitting grinding let me hold out until the meal ended.
...Exactly until it ended.
As Hong Yeonhwa leaned for the last distant side dish, I reached out too.
Smoosh.
"Ue?"
Caught mid-blissful eating, she let out a dumb noise as I grabbed her overflowing breast and yanked her toward me. Then, with my weight, I flattened her onto the floor beside us and growled in her ear.
"Next up after rice: tasting you, Yeonhwa."
"Why?! Where's this excitement coming from all of a sudden?!"
She squirmed in panic. But her small frame was no match for my build.
I admired her smooshed tits spilling sideways, then thrust my hips.
"Agit! Your weight drives it even deeper..."
One snap of my hips, and she flopped like a fish. Unlike her chest, her small head was easily pinned with one hand as I mercilessly shook my waist.
Slap!
"This is all your fault!"
"Hit?!"
Slap!
"You, Yeonhwa, keep getting lost in food and shaking that ass!"
"Ughit!"
Slap!
"Apologize! Say sorry for pissing off my dick!"
"Th-that's...!"
She looked troubled, so I shoved her back with full-force hip snaps.
Slap! Slap! Slap!
"Ah! Hngt!Haaang!"
Finally surrendering amid her lewd moans, she declared defeat.
"S-sorry... Ahit! I'll apologize! So stop now... Hnggh!"
I paused and asked her back.
"What'd you do wrong?"
"Hee...Hoo..."
Panting roughly, she squeezed her eyes shut and shouted.
"Sorry for shaking my hips on my own!"
"And?"
"S-sorry for focusing on eating without noticing you getting excited...?"
"And?"
"......"
With her head pinned, her eyes rolled desperately. Seemed she didn't get it, so I gave a hint.
"What's the root cause of all this?"
"...Sorry for being so lewd?"
Finally the answer I wanted. I stroked her back vigorously.
"Good girl! You got it all right, so your reward's a thick creampie."
"Nng?"
She froze, uncomprehending, so I hoisted her up and drove deep inside.
"Haaat! Wh-what?! I apologized! I did!"
I licked her aggrieved cheek and whispered.
"I forgave you, but my dick didn't."
. . . . .
I pressed right against her womb and unleashed my semen.
"Hoo..."
Hong Yeonhwa no longer flailed to escape or screamed in ecstasy. She just hung limp, eyes rolled back, tongue lolling out.
...Did I go too hard?
I spun her around to face me again and pulled her close—then felt something warm at my feet.
Looking down curiously...
"Ah."
There sat Paeng Soso in at-ease position, trembling violently. Drool dripped from her mouth, and her pussy gushed fluids all the way to me.
She looked ready to climax from a mere touch. Today was Hong Yeonhwa's turn, sure, but she didn't need to hold back on masturbating...
How insanely intense is she planning for her own turn that she's enduring like this?
This time, she missed her exit cue, legs gone weak as she stared blankly. I gave her an awkward smile.
"Uh... I'll clear the table."
One hand holding Hong Yeonhwa steady, the other stacking dishes neatly, I headed out.
After roughly tidying the kitchen, I carried the limp Hong Yeonhwa to the training ground.
It was habit from ingrained training, but sword swings were impossible in this state. So, like Hong Yeonhwa often did, I sat on the veranda edge, blankly gazing at the empty yard.
Appetite sated, lust satisfied—now just sleepiness left. Under warm sun and cool breeze, my body grew drowsy. I laid back on the veranda, using toasty Hong Yeonhwa as a blanket for a light nap.
Then I spotted a neat stack of books nearby. Lately, she'd taken to reading while watching me or Paeng Soso train—probably ones she'd brought for that.
Curious what hooked her so much, I pulled the nearest one.
Title: Pink and Weak?
What the hell?
No clue from the title. Tilting my head inwardly, I started from the beginning.
Flip... flip...
With each page, I started understanding why Hong Yeonhwa devoured them.
"These are erotic novels...?"
Checking others, not all, but about 70% were smut.
Well... makes sense. First novels she encounters in a half-destroyed world are this stimulating—she'd get hooked.
Even I found a few arousing. Especially the scene where he drugs all the heroines with lactation pills for a milky orgy...
Throb!
My drowsiness vanished, lust boiling over again.
"Nngheheng..."
And there was Hong Yeonhwa's serene sleeping face.
...A little more should be fine, right?