The Fourth Consummation
Her body was hoisted upward. In an instant, their positions were reversed. Leaning awkwardly against the wall, Yeongso let out a shrill scream as her husband buried his face directly between her thighs.
"Wait... Ah!"
Banya's tongue deeply licked her private folds. The sensation of his hot, soft flesh brushing against her was vivid. Blood rushed downward all at once, making Yeongso's body sway. Banya rubbed the tip of his tongue against her flushed labia once more, tracing all the way up to her sensitive peak. When he lifted his head, his lips glistened.
"You are already wet, my lady."
The corners of his mouth curved upward. It was an inexplicably ominous smile.
"I was planning to wet you with my mouth if you weren't, but you are already so thoroughly drenched."
Banya swept his tongue over his lips.
"You taste quite wicked."
His gaze shifted instantly. Straightening his knees, Banya lifted and held Yeongso. Instinctively, she wrapped her legs around his waist.
"For the fourth consummation, it was written that once the woman is wet, one may insert immediately. Is my memory incorrect?"
"...You are correct."
The moment Yeongso finished speaking, Banya pushed his thick shaft inside her. The sensation of being tightly sucked in made him hold his breath unconsciously.
"Baekri Yeongso, just... how is it... so tight... in here..."
Yeongso's inner walls, like a flower holding dense nectar, squeezed him mercilessly. The walls, which tightened as if to wring him dry and force an immediate release, began to twitch on their own at some point. Banya felt as though his entire consciousness was converging on his center. A sense of crisis washed over him; he might truly spill everything right then and there. The pleasure was that intense.
"I am going to move."
"Ah..."
"Now, it is your turn to circulate your qi..."
"I—I know. Ah...!"
He pulled back, then slowly pushed all the way to her deepest depths. The urge to release immediately surged at the tip of his shaft. Swallowing a curse, Banya repeated the slow thrusts. Every time their paper-thin membranes clung together and slid against each other, he felt as if he had returned to their wedding night, the first time he had ever held his wife. That had been Banya's first experience as well.
Why does this feel so incredibly good?
Banya's entire body tensed. Every single thrust felt like it would steal his breath away.
They said that as the stages progress, we would become more sensitive to each other's bodies... but this is only the fourth stage. It's only our fourth time.
It was unbelievable that even without thrusting wildly until his wife wept and begged like before, he was feeling just as much, if not more, pleasure.
If it's already like this, what will happen after the thirty-sixth training session is complete?
Will I start leaking seed just by locking eyes with her?
"Mnh... Ah, don't roll your hips like that..."
"There was no rule saying I couldn't."
Banya rolled his hips while still buried deep inside her. "There was only a rule saying I could do whatever it takes... to make my lady feel it."
"Ah..."
"Don't you remember?"
"I—I do. But this is too... Ah!"
"Breathe properly," Banya whispered, his voice rough and raspy. "It would be a waste if we came all this way only for it to go to ruin."
Every time he moved his hips in that wanton rhythm, Yeongso's intimate parts were pressed and pushed upward. As her swollen flesh was stimulated, Yeongso let out a soft sob and clamped her inner thighs tighter around Banya's waist.
He had to go slow. He knew he had to squeeze out every drop of his patience to keep it slow, but...
How am I supposed to endure this?
He couldn't control himself. His entire body was burning. Soon, an extreme pleasure that threatened to shatter his sanity entirely consumed Banya. He barely managed to press his lips to Yeongso's, sharing her breath. The moment he inhaled her feverish breath, Banya released everything he had been holding back deep inside his wife. No matter how much he poured out, the climax wouldn't end. It felt as if even his very core was being drained completely white.
"Just thinking about beating those bastards to a pulp is already thrilling."
Banya had told her to leave the tracking of the instigators to him. She knew he was the best person for such a task. Thus, Yeongso could rest easy and focus on winning over the hearts of the Unorthodox Path.
Rumors had already begun to circulate throughout the Unorthodox Path regarding Banya feeding beggars in front of the gates of Cheonsaryeon every morning and rescuing the slaves from the Chunyangru Annex. Why on earth was the Alliance Leader of Cheonsaryeon doing such things? Had he lost his mind after coming back from the dead? Yet, his foul temper remained entirely unchanged.
Banya was strong. It was highly unlikely that anyone from the Unorthodox Path would emerge to defeat him within the next twenty years. It might even take thirty years before he stepped down from his position as the Alliance Leader. However, Yeongso believed there was a limit to relying solely on strength.
Three years ago, both factions had already joined hands to drive Banya out.
And she had fallen for their scheme, ultimately killing her husband. With Banya's death, the promise of harmony between the Orthodox and Unorthodox paths naturally vanished. In the process, far too many people who shouldn't have died lost their lives. Whatever the journey had been, those who sought to sow discord had won. The mere thought left a bitter taste in Yeongso's mouth.
I must support him properly as his wife.
She had to stop the rumors that Banya was squandering Cheonsaryeon's funds on a useless Orthodox woman. She had to quiet the discontent brewing secretly within the Unorthodox Path toward the Alliance Leader. To do that, she had to change.
"Thank you for taking the time out of your busy schedules to attend this tea gathering."
Yeongso smiled as she looked around at the wives of the Cheonsaryeon executives. Their ages ranged from their twenties to their fifties. However, they all shared one thing in common: their gazes toward Yeongso were far from friendly.
"Before we begin, I must apologize for delaying my greetings for so long. I should have done this as soon as I arrived at Cheonsaryeon three years ago, but I was simply too overwhelmed."
Yeongso bowed her head slightly from her seat. Not a single person returned her gesture with even a small smile. They had all gathered solely out of fear of Banya's authority, but they had absolutely no intention of being kind to Yeongso. This, too, was exactly as she had expected.
"Now that I have offered my apologies, let us move directly to the reason I called this tea gathering today. To make up for my past neglect, I am planning to host an event. And for that, I will need your assistance."
An event? Surely she isn't asking us to donate money like those charity events hosted by Orthodox noblewomen?
Gazes filled with a mix of dismay and curiosity converged on Yeongso. After sweeping her eyes over the crowd, Yeongso spoke in a clear, resonant voice.
"The event I wish to host is none other than a martial arts tournament exclusively for the women of the Unorthodox Path."
For a moment, the wives of the executives doubted their own ears. Then, they burst into a chorus of absurd laughter. One woman, who laughed particularly loud, wiped a tear from the corner of her eye and asked Yeongso, "I must admit, your creativity is unmatched. A tournament where women compete in martial arts? I have never heard of such a thing in my life. But, Lady Renju, while the sentiment is nice, who will serve as the judge?"
Another woman sitting beside her chimed in.
"If it is a tournament, there must naturally be prizes, yes? To motivate the women of the Unorthodox Path, the rewards will have to be exceptionally enticing."
They all snickered as they waited for Yeongso's response. Rather than harboring any genuine expectations, the atmosphere was one of amusement, wanting to hear what kind of nonsense this naive, Orthodox-born Lady Renju would spout next. Unbothered, Yeongso responded with a faint smile.
"Of course, the prizes are important. I have already discussed that matter thoroughly with my husband."
The third-place winner would be allowed to choose one item of their choice from the inventory of Cheonsaryeon's treasure vault. The second-place winner would be allowed to choose two. As she explained, the expressions of the wives subtly shifted. Only the Alliance Leader was permitted to enter the underground treasure vault. And now that the Bloody Butterfly Fan, Hwa Banya, had returned, it was no exaggeration to say that any chance of their husbands becoming the next Alliance Leader had vanished forever. The treasure vault was rumored to be filled with all kinds of secret manuals, spiritual elixirs, weapons, and wondrous mechanisms. They had thought they would never have any connection to that place in this lifetime, yet they were being offered a chance to look at the inventory and choose.
"Then will the first-place winner receive three treasures?"
Everyone's attention naturally gravitated toward the first-place prize. Yeongso shook her head gently.
"For the first-place winner, a treasure that cannot be found even in the depths of Cheonsaryeon... I plan to offer one of the secret manuals left behind by the Sword Ghost: the Gale Flying Shadow Steps."