Chapter 126.1 - 126 There is No Choice (6)
126 There is No Choice (6)
T/l Penny
Chapter 127:
There is No Choice (6)
Flash, my vision went pitch black before brightening again.
It felt as if my consciousness had been cut off for a fleeting moment before returning.
Without even a moment to ponder what I had been doing.
Cheongwol could still feel the stimulation on her nipples.
Stimulation that was neither strong nor weak.
Stimulation that was neither painful nor light.
Naturally, it was absolutely not an emotion of joy or happiness.
The displeasure and shame were strong enough to make her dizzy.
However, beneath that, another emotion existed.
Cheongwol could not give it a name.
It was too new and unfamiliar to understand everything in a single moment.
The only clear fact was that she had surrendered a place that should never be touched.
She had never even heard of such a thing.
Why on earth would anyone hold that place?
Isn't it a part meant for a baby?
And there was no existence further removed from children than Cheongwol.
She had decided to give up all such things in order to cultivate the Dao.
From the moment she vowed to live alone, abandoned her original name, and accepted the Dharma name 'Cheongwol'.
But why on earth this?
Why is Han Seojin, a fully grown adult, touching a thing meant for a baby?
"Hnggh... Ugh..."
Cheongwol forcibly closed her mouth to block the sounds leaking out.
She herself was aware that she was a lacking existence.
Suffering from Heart Demons. Sometimes throwing tantrums at Han Seojin.
Being praised outside, but ostracized within the sect.
She knew that her twisted insides were all weaknesses.
But until now, those had all been internal problems.
She never imagined she would have a weakness externally on her body as well.
The moment her nipple was caught by Han Seojin, her body didn't react properly.
Tingling goosebumps kept flowing down her body, stealing her strength.
"Huu... Huu..."
Still, Cheongwol, who barely regained her reason, choked up at her weak and pathetic appearance and argued.
"Are you... Haa... done now?"
Just stiffening once was already enough humiliation.
"Hm?"
"Since it didn't affect me at all... Now... Let go now."
"That's not something the disciple whom Muwol Satae cherishes most should say after offering up her nipple. If you are the Thousand-Year Flower Cheongwol, shouldn't you be getting angry first?"
"...!"
Cheongwol couldn't find words to refute him.
He was right.
Why didn't I get angry first?
Why did I burn with a sense of competitiveness, like someone proud of enduring it?
She opened and closed her mouth in shame, then shook her head.
doing so, she struggled meaninglessly in his arms again.
"Whatever it is...! Let go...!"
"What are you saying, Wol-ah."
"...Huh?"
"It's just starting."
Tak.
Han Seojin flicked her nipple lightly with his finger, as if plucking the string of an instrument.
"Ahng!"
Cheongwol's body flinched and trembled.
"...??"
Hundreds of questions filled her head.
Really, why on earth is my body reacting like this?
It was an experience she was having for the first time.
Her body had never been controlled by another person in such a shabby and pathetic manner.
Her body flinched on its own accord, as if she had become a Jiangshi.
Her body was too heated.
Touching her belly lightly and tickling it.
Then grabbing it firmly and sweeping over it with his hand.
Next, tickling her underboob.
Putting his hand under the cloth.
His words that occasionally bestowed humiliation.
And now... even grabbing her nipples.
Looking back now, everything had been under his plan.
The moment she came to her senses, she was already too deeply entangled in the spiderweb.
Slide.
Han Seojin's hand did not stop.
He repeated the actions of softly pinching, releasing, and stroking the sensitive tips of her breasts.
"Ah...! Aaahng...!"
Her body became more anxious at that touch which wasn't rough.
"Haa... Haah..."
At the same time, Cheongwol could feel Han Seojin's excitement.
He was pretending to be calm, but she had never seen him this excited before.
Sweat kept forming on his hands... No, perhaps it was Cheongwol's own sweat.
And his breath that had turned rough.
His body that was pressing closer as time went on.
His voice suppressing his excitement.
It was all contagious, heightening Cheongwol's excitement as well.
Every time she thought that he was happy while bullying her, the realization came that he isn't bullying me because he hates me, and... just that fact alone made her heart tickle.
It was the affection from him that Cheongwol had wanted to confirm so badly just a while ago.
"S-Stop... It's, it's enough..."
But the price to confirm that was too great.
And, isn't Han Seojin just continuing to bully her out of hurt pride because she didn't react after he pinched her?
This was cheating.
"I... I won, so how can you do this?"
"What kind of misunderstanding are you having all by yourself?"
Han Seojin let out a hollow laugh as if he was dumbfounded.
"Right now, there is only one choice. Until you apologize to the Sect Leader... I will absolutely not stop."
He grabbed her sensitive nipple and rubbed it between his fingers.
"Tell her quickly. That the disciple she took in has grown up so admirably. That she grew into a child who is so happy to have her nipples held by a strange man."
"Haaang...!"
A sound, so vulgar that even she felt it was base, flowed out against her will.
It was a sound she was making for the first time in her life.
She only just realized that she was capable of making such a sound.
Just as one naturally cries when sad, laughs when happy, and lets out a sudden shout when in pain.
As he endlessly tormented a body part that had become sensitive to the extreme, this overly feminine sound flowed out.
"Wol-ah. I don't care, but wouldn't it be better for you to suppress that vulgar moan? Not only the Sect Leader, but even Lord Bang might hear, you know?"
"Heugh...! Ugh..."
At the dizzying words, Cheongwol squeezed her eyes shut and closed her mouth.
The social shackles remaining within her were still holding her back.
"Haa... Haah...! It doesn't feel gooooood...! Why do I have to say it feels good...!"
Waves of immorality crashed through her breath.
Her fingers and toes curled and uncurled on their own.
She could only endure the waves by squeezing strength into the very ends of her body and curling up.
If she didn't do at least that, it really felt like her head would go strange.
A realization, her first but instinctive, was coming to her—that her body was about to cross the threshold of pleasure.
...Pleasure?
"No... No..."
Did I just think of it as pleasure?
No.
This could absolutely not be pleasure.
What kind of state am I in to argue it's not, yet think that inwardly?
Han Seojin, who touches and bullies her nipples without permission, is disgusting.
To make that clear, Cheongwol whispered breathlessly.
"You... You dirty pervert...!"
"Oh?"
"Trash...! Beggar! Why... Why on earth am I with you...!"
Why on earth did I become friends with you?
Why do I only have you?
Why are you, sometimes so warm...
"Why are you... doing this to m—Haaaahng!!"
Squeeeeze...
"You really can't fix your way of speaking no matter what I do. Don't you agree?"
Han Seojin, who had been stroking her nipple gently, pinched her nipple strongly this time.
It was intense enough to bring tears to her eyes for a moment.
But that was only for a split second, and he soon let go.
Conversely, her nipple heated up even more from the hot heat, making its presence felt even more largely.
"How is it that there are only women with such rough mouths around me?"
"..."
At that moment, at those words, Cheongwol's heart sank with a thud.
It wasn't anything else.
Just now, Han Seojin, perhaps unintentionally.
...He brought up the story of Dang Soran momentarily.
He expressed that she and Dang Soran both had mouths that were too rough.
Cheongwol felt contradictory emotions.
Until just a moment ago, she thought he was disgusting, like a pervert, and dirty.
...But thinking of Dang Soran in this moment made her heart feel like it was shriveling up.
Han Seojin, who had never thought of another person when humiliating me.
Does this mean that even during our play, he thinks of other women?
Tears welled up slightly.
She didn't even feel angry.
What would change by getting angry when she was being handled so poorly?
Just over this trivial thing, she felt insanely disappointed and tears filled her eyes.
They were pathetic tears, as if she had become a fool in front of him now.
Unable to endure that stifling feeling in the end, Cheongwol asked.
"Even in this moment... Hah... Are you thinking of o-other women?"
"..."
At those words, Han Seojin's hands paused for a moment.
Cheongwol held her breath.
Did he perhaps get fed up by those words just now?
Is he angry?
The hands that had never stopped once stopped, and conversely, it was Cheongwol who became anxious.
Han Seojin's hands slowly moved away.
Cheongwol could not understand the strange emotion she felt at that moment.
It was definitely hateful, it should have been hateful... so why did it feel strange when he left...
"S-Sect Head... I mean..."
However, his hands did not leave.
Grab!
He grabbed Cheongwol's breast, which had been off guard, and massaged it softly.
"Ah!"
The waves of pleasure that had been concentrated only on the nipples spread to the entire breast.
At that moment, Cheongwol couldn't even breathe or moan.
Relief, pleasure, and immorality all mixed together.
"If you hate me thinking of other women, then try acting cute or something. What kind of way of speaking is that to me when I'm making you feel this good?"
Cheongwol struggled and straightened her waist.
Her upper body, which had been bent, straightened up, and the back of her head leaned against Han Seojin's shoulder and neck.
Her shoulders, writhing within the waves of pleasure, rose asymmetrically, and her legs trembled.
Her knees were pressed together, and somehow it felt like sweat was flowing above them.
As she straightened her bent back, her chest seemed to boast its size even more.
"The sensitivity is good. Is it pent up because you stayed away from erotic things your whole life? Wol-ah, have you never touched your breasts alone?"
"Crazy... Are you crazy...? Doing such... strange things is... only..."
"Really? I think I heard that the nuns of the Emei Sect relieve their desires in their own ways."
She bit her lip.
She couldn't say no.
In the end, nuns are people too.
Cheongwol had also heard the moans of some of her martial sisters soothing their own bodies.
However, not everyone did that.
Especially Cheongwol, who was far from that.
She lacked time to even train, so how could she...
"It's a good topic of conversation among men. There are many beautiful nuns, after all. Who does it with what and how, who soothes themselves how... Still, I learned one thing. Our Wol-ie likes having her nipples touched, huh?"
His hand, which had been kneading her breast, moved back to her nipple.
"Ah... Aaah...!"
It started again.
Shaking it back and forth with just one index finger.
Grabbing and rubbing it with two fingers.
Pressing it firmly, again and again.
Then tickling the tip as if scratching it.
"Haa...! Haa...!"
Perhaps because of a lack of air, Cheongwol's vision kept flashing.
"Feels good, right? Quickly say it feels good. Say thank you."
"I told you... it's not... that I like it..."
She couldn't continue her sentence because she had to cover her mouth.
Now, overturning the shame, humiliation, and sense of immorality, pleasure was clearly raising its head.
The sensation piling up layer by layer did not retreat.
Her whole body was losing strength as if melting, making it even harder to resist.
To deny this pleasure, Cheongwol now had to repeat it to herself.
She controlled her mind as if under hypnosis, or chanting a prayer.
I hate it. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it.
Disgusting. Disgusting. Disgusting.
It feels bad. It feels bad. It feels bad...!
However, her body must have said otherwise.
"I guess it feels really good. The more I bully you, the harder you erect your nipples."
"Uuugh!!"
"So pretty. Since you like it, I feel proud too."
"Sect Heaaad... Please..."
"Quickly, let's have our pretty Wol-ie say it. 'Sect Leader, I grew up like this.' 'I don't need your help anymore.'"
At the word 'Sect Leader', Cheongwol snapped to her senses and finally grabbed Han Seojin's wrist strongly with her trembling hand.
Clench!
She grabbed him with all her might, as if gripping a sword.
"R-Really, stop—"
"—What is this hand."
Instantly, Han Seojin whispered coldly, as if he had become a different person.
Cheongwol's body also stiffened rigidly.
The person who was praising her as pretty and beautiful until just a moment ago changed his attitude and got angry; it was terrifying.
Enough to make her really think she had done something wrong.
"...Let go."
Han Seojin commanded as if he wouldn't warn her twice.
Slide...
Cheongwol let him go with her eyes trembling.
Beyond the humiliation of submitting to him, she was feeling a strange pleasure this time too.
Because even at his angry appearance, for some reason, she ended up thinking he was manly.
She liked his timid side too, but surely this appearance was the one that made Cheongwol's heart race.
Even that pounding heart added another layer of stimulation.
"I'm trying to make you happy, but if you interrupt, I get hurt. Right?"
Then he whispered as if soothing her.
"..."
"...Right?"
Cheongwol nodded her head with difficulty.
Stroke... Stroke...
As soon as she let go of his wrist again, Han Seojin played with her nipples.
Her nipples, standing cutely even as she felt them, seemed to be erecting themselves as if asking to be touched.
Han Seojin granted that request.
"Ah... Hnggh..."
She couldn't push his hand away anymore. She was losing her means of resistance one by one.
She tried retracting her chest, but...
"Your arms. Wrap them around my neck. They keep getting in the way."
"Ugh... Uuuh..."
"Do it quickly. If you don't, know that I'll be rougher."
Trembling, her arms obeyed his command.
Being swept away by the atmosphere must surely mean this.
She was doing things she would never do in her right mind, and submitting to words she would never submit to.
Cheongwol lifted her arms and wrapped them lightly around Han Seojin's neck.
As her armpits were fully exposed, Han Seojin took one hand off her breast this time and touched her body.
Ribs, waist. Ribs again, briefly the breast. Then the armpit, and the arm stretching above it.
He touched her as if savoring and exploring her body.
In that entire process, Cheongwol was going crazy.
Held in his arms. And Cheongwol also holding him as if embracing him.
With her chest fully exposed, she was being molested.
Cheongwol thought he was bluffing, so she tried to endure.
At first, a time shorter than half a gak (7 minutes).
Next, half a gak.
Then, one gak.
"Is it that good? You're still just enjoying it. Are you planning to receive this for the rest of your life?"
"Ugh...! It's not like that...!"
She endured while barely suppressing her panting moans, but Han Seojin was nonchalant.
He didn't look like he had any intention of stopping his movements.
"Let's stay like this, then. Let's go to the end."
It was Cheongwol who was crumbling.
She endured and endured, but her limit was approaching.
Han Seojin seemed poised to never end it until she spoke the commanded words, and Cheongwol could not let the Sect Leader catch her in this state.
"Aaah...! Hmph...!"
Even if she blocked her lips and tried to endure.
Even if she shook her head violently to resist.
Even if she shook her body. Even if she twisted her hips this way and that.
Even if she twisted her shoulders around, she couldn't escape.
"Heugh... Heugh...!"
To think the pleasure she had to experience forcibly by another's hand was this...
...Was it this good?
It felt like her head was breaking.
"S-Sect Head... S-Stop... Stop...! I... I...!!"
"You what?"
"...Uuugh...!!"
She absolutely couldn't say that urine felt like it was going to come out.
She didn't know why suddenly it felt like she needed to pee, but her body's reaction was like that.
And she instinctively knew already that a fearfully massive pleasure would follow at the end of that.
"I told you the way to make me stop from the beginning. You know it, right?"
"Ugh...! Heugh...!!"
Han Seojin, as if to keep the words he spat out, absolutely did not stop.
Rather, he took Cheongwol's begging as a signal and only stimulated her even more.
"Come on, say it quickly. 'Sect Leader, I'm sorry. I'm actually a pervert.' Just say exactly that. 'Sect Leader, I'm sorry. I'm actually a pervert.'"
She couldn't say it.
Because it felt like she would lose something important if she did.
She hated the Sect Leader, but deep down, love still remained.
It was in this moment that she could feel that emotion more clearly.
Because of that love, she absolutely couldn't admit that she was happy while having her breasts molested.
She didn't want to disappoint the Sect Leader, who must be beyond this door, in such a vulgar manner.
A person who saved one's life is not someone easily forgotten.
It's the same no matter how much others curse her for being foolish.
The fact that the Sect Leader saved her life does not change.
Everything experienced in life is thanks to the Sect Leader.
When her parents were murdered by the Green Forest and she was crying in helplessness... the benefactor who suppressed them and offered a hand.
Wasn't it the Sect Leader who gave her the Dharma name, Cheongwol?
If she listened to Han Seojin's command... it felt like she would have to cut off some connection with the Sect Leader.
It felt like a process where she had to let go of the Sect Leader's hand and take Han Seojin's hand.
There were still too many fears to do that.
"Hah-ugh... Haaah...! Ugh!"
However, her endurance was at its limit now.
It's too painful.
Saliva flowed down her chin on its own accord.
Ah. Something is coming.
So stop... now...
To end this...
...Because there is no other choice...
Before she crossed the hill of that climax, Cheongwol opened her mouth as if whispering.
"...Sec—"
But at that moment, a sound that shouldn't be heard rang out.
Knock knock knock.
'Wol-ah.'
Cheongwol's mouth froze as it was.
It was the Sect Leader.
Reason returns.
"...I said I have no intention of stopping."
But at the same time, Han Seojin whispered in her ear.
Han Seojin, who hugged her flushed body as if covering it, did not stop.
'Wol-ah. Is the conversation going we...'
Muwol Satae's voice was drowned out and disappeared by Han Seojin's fingers that continued to stimulate her body.
Flick, flick, his fingers persistently tormented the erogenous zones that had become sensitive to the extreme.
No matter how much she tried to regain her senses, her body was already heading beyond that point.
At the maddening pleasure, she too finally began to collapse.
Cheongwol's eyes rolled upward.
Ah.
"Heuk!"
Tremble...! Tremble...!
Simultaneously, Cheongwol's body began to flinch and shake out of nowhere.
"Haaah...! Heugh...!"
Tremble! Tremble-le-le...!
Cheongwol was swallowed by an ecstasy she had never experienced once in her life.
Intense pleasure greeted at the end of long teasing.
"Heugh!"
She shook her body like a newborn deer, but.
Han Seojin held her tight as if hugging her in her confusion of not knowing why she was shaking like that.
Mixed with pleasure and comfort, Cheongwol eventually accepted that sensation fully.
She didn't forfeit even a little bit of the pleasure Han Seojin gifted her.
It was a maddening pleasure.
To think such pleasure existed in the world.
To think she could feel such pleasure by being held in a friend's arms and having her nipples endlessly molested.
...This was a pleasure a nun should not feel.
Because it felt like she wouldn't be able to go back.
In all that process, Han Seojin covered her mouth so feminine sounds wouldn't leak out.
Held her trembling body.
And firmly held her center, guiding Cheongwol's first climax.
"Haa... Haa..."
I looked down at Cheongwol, who was sitting on the floor, intermittently shaking.
As if she hadn't escaped the aftereffects yet, she was twitching.
"Ah.... Hah... Ah..."
Our bodies had poured out sweat respectively, and that hot heat was filling the room.
'Wol-ah. Why is there no word.'
The Sect Leader's suspicion waiting outside was also growing.
The only thing to consider fortunate was that, really fortunately, that old nun didn't peek at us.
Is a monk still a monk?
She would look in if she wanted to, but she wasn't doing so.
Since if she knew, we wouldn't be able to be like this.
At the same time, I gradually regained my sanity.
Did I fail...?
I tried to shake the relationship between Cheongwol and that Sect Leader somehow.
I intended to drive a wedge between the two somehow.
That's why I pushed this hard, but does it not work?
Cheongwol did not try to betray Muwol Satae in the slightest.
I looked at my fingertips.
That soft texture is still vivid.
I realized for the first time that breasts could be so elastic yet soft.
Cheongwol, what on earth should I do? Beyond that fear lies a pleasure difficult to handle.
I thought she would naturally give up if I pushed her into a situation distressing enough to be painful.
Until she climaxed and collapsed, she didn't spit out those words.
Was her bond with the Sect Leader that precious?
Well, if it was that easy, there would be no reason for Cheongwol to struggle so much.
'May I come in? Seojin-doryeong, is it alright if I enter?'
I gritted my teeth and repeated that I was screwed.
I grabbed the shoulders of Cheongwol, who couldn't even control herself, and stood her up.
"...First—"
I looked at Cheongwol's face.
And I swallowed my breath.
For such a beautiful woman to have half-closed eyes as if blossoming, the destructive power was substantial.
To think she became like this in my hands stimulates my sadism.
I couldn't believe the fact that I was bullying her breasts and nipples until just a moment ago.
At that, I also forgot what to say and froze.
The door started to rattle.
It wouldn't be long before Muwol Satae entered.
Cheongwol looked at me then.
"...Ah."
"..."
I was standing, and she was sitting, so...
...Her head and my lower body were at eye level.
She looked between my legs for a moment and opened her eyes wide.
...It was a physiological phenomenon.
It couldn't be helped.
I realized for the first time that I could get an erection even in a fearful situation.
However, considering the texture of Cheongwol's breasts, the moans she spilled, and the situation, it was strange not to get hard.
Men will understand.
"So this is..."
"...Sect, ugh! Sect... Leader."
At that moment, Cheongwol raised her voice.
Even after seeing the crotch pushing against the pants, she didn't scream or startle in surprise.
Outside, Muwol Satae seemed relieved only then, spitting out a belated answer.
Is she trying to stop Muwol Satae from entering? First, I also need time to calm d—
"—I'm sorry."
Cheongwol spoke.
My thoughts also froze as they were.
'What did you say?'
...Because I knew too well why she was apologizing.
"Sect Leader. I'm sorry..."
I looked at Cheongwol's face as she continued speaking.
Her eyes were fixed on my crotch.
With erotic eyes, she couldn't take her gaze away.
'What is...'
"I'm sorry."
Cheongwol's weak body leaned toward me more and more.
Slide... Thump.
Soon, her forehead touched my crotch.
I, having to act strong, couldn't pull my hips back.
The innocent and pure Cheongwol stayed stopped as if she had no strength to move even though it touched her forehead.
Even her nose touched slightly... and her mouth only spat out apologies.
"You raised me with care... I, hng...! Because I'm so wayward... I'm so sorry."
'...'
Creeeeak...
The door opened.