A Long-Awaited Touch
"And then," Banya continued, his voice low. Beneath Yeongso's slender, willow-like fingers, her drenched folds were rubbed vigorously. "If you absolutely cannot bear it anymore, do it like this—a bit harder, faster." He moved his hand rapidly up and down, applying enough pressure to nearly crush the flesh that resembled long flower petals. Yeongso's breath hitched, coming in short, ragged gasps. A thick, sweet-scented fluid gushed out, soaking even Banya's palm. He didn't need to ask to know—she was right on the precipice of climax. Yet, without a shred of lingering attachment, Banya pulled his hand away. "Now, try it by yourself, my lady."
At first, his words didn't register. Yeongso was on the very brink of ecstasy, her entire body completely open to the pleasure of her secret flower being rubbed. It was no exaggeration to say that every sensory nerve in her body had concentrated down below. The swelling wave of pleasure was just about to burst.
"Ah..." A small sob escaped her lips. The trapped heat pooled beneath her own palm. Every time her wet folds twitched, her shoulders trembled. The feverish pleasure, as hot as her swollen flesh, threatened to leap out of her body like a fish breaking the surface of the water. She had absolutely no control over herself.
"If you do exactly as I just showed you... you will reach the end before you've even moved your hand a few times," Banya whispered softly, assuring her that she could easily reclaim what she had just lost. At his words, Yeongso clumsily began to move her fingers.
"Ngh..." The sudden rush of shame at having to touch her own private parts and slick herself in front of his watchful eyes quickly morphed into pure pleasure. A little more. Just a little more.
Ah, it feels... so good.
Though she had only been rubbing up and down at first, at some point, Yeongso began to move her fingers in a circular motion. Changing the angle shifted the point of stimulation, sending a different kind of thrill through her. Watching this, Banya offered a backhanded compliment, praising her intelligence and saying she was the type to learn ten things when taught only one.
If I keep going like this, I think I can really reach the end...
But there was one problem. Because of the aphrodisiac, her body lacked strength. Just as she drew close to the peak, her fingers would lose their strength, causing her to fail at the last second, leaving her tormented by unreleased lust. If she could only do it with the same vigor Banya had used earlier, she would have peaked several times over by now.
To think I would have to beg for something like this.
She never imagined a day would come when she would plead for the exact opposite of her usual "please stop." Suppressing her intense embarrassment, Yeongso called out to her husband in a fragile, trembling voice.
"Help... me."
"Oh dear, can you not do it on your own?" Banya was still leaning casually against the post at the foot of the bed. Having watched her like a spectator appreciating a fine piece of art, he finally unfastened his belt. The belt, adorned with the Cheonsaryeon token and a heavy yellow jade pendant, clattered onto the mattress. As he untied the knots of his subtly lustrous silk robe and parted the fabric, his thick, crimson shaft sprang free, fierce and imposing. Banya casually brushed his fingertips over the glistening tip before wrapping his hand around his erect member, stroking it lightly up and down. "All you have to do is touch it like this. What is so difficult about that?"
Yeongso tried to move her fingers once more at his teasing remark, but it was futile. She needed to rub faster as she approached the climax, but the deeper she sank into the pleasure, the more the strength drained from her hands, only amplifying her torment.
"Please... help me. I can't... by myself..."
If she had even an ounce of strength left to grab Banya's sleeve, she would have clung to him in desperate supplication. At her plea, Banya, who was skillfully stroking himself, asked, "Just with my hands?"
"..."
"Are you not tempted to see what it would feel like if I put this inside you?"
Yeongso's gaze drifted downward. Her husband's member was so massive that merely looking at it made her tense up. And as the memory of it stirring inside her, thrusting deep into her core, flashed through her mind, her lower abdomen tightened with a sweet ache. Even in her hazy, aphrodisiac-addled state, she could not bring herself to voice the words to put it in, so she simply gave a small, hesitant nod.
Banya let out a soft chuckle. "I should tease you more."
Contrary to his words, he slipped his arms out of his sleeves. The heavy silk robe slid to the floor, fully revealing his towering frame of nearly six and a half feet. From his broad shoulders to his muscular chest and supple waist, his body looked so solid it could repel needles. His skin bore numerous rugged scars and burn marks that looked as though they had been branded with red-hot iron, all of which he claimed to have received during his childhood. While the front of Banya's upper body was a canvas of scars, his back was covered in a magnificent tattoo of flowers. Most men chose to tattoo dragons, tigers, or intimidating demonic faces, but Banya was different. The moment she saw his back, adorned with blooming red and white flowers on their wedding night, Yeongso could not help but think of his moniker, the Blood Butterfly Fan. She had heard he earned the title because the way he severed his enemies' blood vessels with his fan resembled the fluttering of a butterfly's wings. A gorgeous array of flowers etched onto the back of a man who drenched his surroundings in sprayed blood—it was beautiful, yet cruel and chilling. That had been Yeongso's first impression of Banya, and it remained unchanged to this day.
"It has been about a month for me, but for you, my lady..." Banya parted Yeongso's legs and positioned himself. "You said you observed a three-year mourning period for your husband. That means it has been three years since this place was last used."
There was no gentle foreplay or further touching. Banya parted her inner walls and buried himself deep inside her in one swift motion. Instantly, a wave of pleasure so intense it took her breath away washed over her, and Yeongso let out a sharp, high-pitched cry. The sensation was so overwhelming that it bordered on a stinging ache.
"To think I died by your hand, yet in a way, returned because of you to do this again." Letting out a satisfied sigh, Banya's eyes darkened. "I certainly married well."
With those final words, Banya began to thrust into her repeatedly like a man possessed. Each time he drove deep inside her, he pressed his body so tightly against hers that their pelvises ground together. The friction sent electric jolts not only deep within her walls but all around her clitoris. Overwhelmed by a pleasure that left her capable of nothing but whimpering groans, Yeongso squeezed her eyes shut. The wet, wanton sound of slapping flesh filled the room.
Oh no. I feel like I'm going to break already...
Just as Banya said, this was her first time coupling in three years. Yeongso had assumed her body's senses had grown dull during those three years spent in sexless atonement for her husband. In truth, she hadn't even had the luxury to think of such things. Yet now, as Banya claimed her body like a madman, she was arching her hips like a temptress who had been waiting only for this moment. She even felt that it would be fine if he treated her more roughly. It didn't matter what he did to her body. At this very moment, she wasn't afraid of her husband at all. Was this, too, because of the aphrodisiac?
"Ah! Ah...!"
"They say that when one takes an aphrodisiac, the body becomes so hot that they indulge in fantasies they wouldn't dare dream of under normal circumstances." Deliberately slowing his pace, Banya thrust into her with slow, heavy strokes as he questioned her. "What kind of thoughts did my lady have earlier, when she endured without letting out a single groan in front of everyone?"
"Ngh..."
"Could it be... you thought that as long as you could do this, it wouldn't even matter if it were Hwa Mujin?"
Had he somehow acquired the ability to read minds? Yeongso shook her head violently in denial. She felt that if she spoke, he would immediately see through her lie. Fortunately, Banya seemed to believe her.
"That piece of trash kept his head down and acted dead when I was concurrently serving as the Lord of Jeokhwa Palace. I suppose he was terrified of being castrated like his father. But..." A chilling gleam flashed in Banya's eyes. "Did you notice earlier? That bastard must have gone completely mad over the last three years. He actually dared to look at you, lying behind the curtain, with those eyes."
He placed his hands on either side of Yeongso's head. Feeling as though she were trapped by a massive wall, Yeongso swallowed hard. Banya leaned down, as if about to kiss her. A heady, sensual scent of skin wafted from him. Yeongso realized it was a blend of his natural body heat and the scent pouch he always wore. She had never noticed it before, but the aphrodisiac seemed to make her crave even his scent.
"To be honest, to hell with Seowangmo or whatever else—in that moment, I wanted nothing more than to tear him to pieces." Banya's breath brushed against Yeongso's lips.