The Chaste Wife Humiliated Even by a Servant (2)
Jong Yak-hui felt a chill of threat as Dong-ssi Halabeom stared straight into her eyes and smiled.
"Why are you saying that?"
"It's nothing much. I know the truth, but I intend to protect the Second Matriarch's dignity."
"You're asking for a price? How much do you want?"
"Heh. Even if a servant like me had money, what would I spend it on? If you do for me what you did for the Head of the Medicine and Poison Hall, I'll be more than satisfied."
"Y-you want my... body?"
"Yes. If I could hold a lady like you even once, I could die happy this very day."
"H-how dare... a mere servant... look at my body with those eyes?"
"Was the Deputy Head of the Medicine and Poison Hall allowed to look? Why is it fine for them, but not for me?"
"……"
Jong Yak-hui trembled with rage, fists clenched tight. A dozen thoughts flashed through her mind.
Kill him? I can't.
She had no power to kill Dang Dupyeong or Dang Dupae, both stronger martial artists than herself, so she had given them her body. But a man like Dong-ssi Halabeom she could kill with ease.
Yet it was not so simple. He was a man the Third Matriarch, Ho Yeonsuk, had brought into the household. If Dong-ssi Halabeom were found dead, Ho Yeonsuk would certainly hunt for the killer. If the trail led back to her, everything she had done until now would come to light. No matter how she turned it over, killing him carried far too much risk.
Haa... the only ways to silence him are to give him what he wants, or to kill him.
As if he could read her hesitation, Dong-ssi Halabeom spoke again.
"Think carefully. Once we're in the same boat, neither of us can ever speak of it. If word gets out, my life is the one most at risk."
He smiled with his eyes, corners of his mouth curling upward. He was right. If it became known that a servant had violated a matriarch of the Dang Family, he would not even be allowed a clean death. The gulf between their stations was that vast.
What should I do?
Caught at the crossroads, Jong Yak-hui wrestled with the choice. There were only two paths: give, or kill. And in this moment, the easier path was not killing—it was giving.
"Haa... fine. But only this once. That is the condition."
"Heh heh. Of course. Being able to hold the madam even once would be the glory of a lifetime."
— Squeeze —
Watching Dong-ssi Halabeom grin, Jong Yak-hui bit down hard on her lip.
"Not in my chambers. If people see you coming and going, it will raise questions."
"Heh heh. I know a good place. Follow me."
"……"
He turned and began to lead the way. With a rigid face, Jong Yak-hui followed in silence.
— Creeeak — Clunk —
"This is the storehouse I manage. No one ever comes here. It's well away from the other buildings. So here, we can enjoy ourselves freely."
"Enjoy ourselves?"
"Heh heh. You seemed to enjoy it well enough with Lord Dang."
"……"
His words struck her rawest wound, and rage flared in Jong Yak-hui once more. Yet Dong-ssi Halabeom showed not the slightest fear of the look in her eyes.
"This place is filthy. There's no bed, nowhere even to lie down. If we're to lie on the floor, shouldn't there at least be a blanket?"
"If we spread the empty sacks here on the ground, it'll be a little softer."
"Isn't that too narrow to lie on? The sacks are far too short."
"You don't have to lie down to have sex, do you?"
"Without lying down?"
"Do dogs lie down when they mate?"
"What did you just... dogs...?"
The moment she understood his meaning, Jong Yak-hui's eyelids fluttered with fury.
He means to treat me like a dog. Make me get down on all fours like a bitch and then take me.
The realization only fed her rage. But she had already promised the act, so she drew a long breath and swallowed the anger.
"Fine. Let's begin."
"As you wish. Start by taking off your clothes."
"My clothes? Haa... very well."
— Rustle — Slip —
After biting her lip once more, Jong Yak-hui steeled herself and began to undress.
I already stood naked before Dang Dupae and Dang Dupyeong. What difference does one more man make? I've already shown my bare body to men who aren't my husband and let them soil me. Two or three—what does it matter now?
Deep in the night, the storehouse was dark. The only light was moonlight filtering through the barred window. Fortunately the moon was bright, and that light was enough.
Layer by layer the splendid garments fell away, revealing bare skin. Bathed in moonlight, Jong Yak-hui's body was beautiful and lewd. Her white flesh seemed to glow even whiter in the gloom of the storehouse.
"Ohh... truly worthy of one of the Chengdu Three Beauties. Even your figure is this exquisite. Perfect."
Dong-ssi Halabeom praised her body, but the words never reached her ears. There was no pleasure in them. She had no desire to hear praise from a man like him.
— Slide — Grip —
"Hnn!"
Ahhh... in the end I'm giving my body to this man.
Dong-ssi Halabeom stepped close, wrapped an arm around her waist, and pressed his right hand to her pussy. Instantly a foul stench filled her nostrils.
Ahh... the smell of a man who hasn't washed. A rank, filthy smell.
Servants could not bathe often. Bathwater was precious even within a great clan. Only those of Dang blood were permitted proper baths. Servants washed in the stream or used the leftover water after the family had finished, scrubbing only face and limbs—and only from spring through autumn. Once winter set in, even stream-washing stopped, and servants went months without a proper bath. The stench rising from Dong-ssi Halabeom's body was the result of an entire winter without washing.
His hands will be filthy too. That dirty hand is touching my pussy...
The thought of how filthy the hand now stroking her sent a shiver of revulsion up her spine. Her gaze drifted of its own accord to his free hand. Black grime caked every crease; those hands were nothing like the ones of the Dang men she had known. She had never liked Dang Dupyeong or Dang Dupae, yet at least their appearances had been clean and their hands always spotless. Handling medicines day after day, their hands stayed white and pure, nails kept short. But the hand that glinted in the moonlight was utterly different—blackened knuckles, long nails packed with dark filth.
Ahhh... that filthy hand is touching my pussy. No! I have to stop him from using his hands.
She was about to order him to take his hand away when he moved first.
— Thrust — Schlick —
"Haaah— f-fingers?!"
Without even stroking her folds, Dong-ssi Halabeom had driven his fingers straight into her. The sudden intrusion made Jong Yak-hui jolt in shock.
"Y-you put your hand inside—pull it out at once!"
"Pull it out? Very well. Heh heh... but what's this inside you?"
— Slide — Gush — Drip —
As he withdrew his fingers, a thick rush of fluid spilled from her cunt.
Ahh... Dang Dupae and Dang Dupyeong's semen is still inside me.
Because of the Third Matriarch Ho Yeonsuk she had fled the Medicine and Poison Hall the moment the act was finished. She had never properly cleaned herself, and a great deal of both men's cum still remained deep inside.
Dong-ssi Halabeom lifted his fingers and held them before her eyes—white semen clinging to them.
Ah, filthy. That dirty finger just thrust into my pussy.
The white cum on his fingers only made the black grime under his nails stand out more starkly.
"This isn't the madam's love juices—it's the Head and Deputy Head's semen. Enjoying two men at once... the madam must have felt twice the pleasure."
"D-don't say such things. Just do what you came for, Dong."
The thought of being mocked by this filthy old servant made fresh rage boil up; she snapped at him in a sharp, cutting tone.
"Yes, yes. Of course. My task is to spend a pleasant time with the madam. And for that, I must warm up the madam's pussy first."
— Thrust — Schlick —
"Hnn!"
He drove his fingers back into her cunt and began to move them at once.
— Squish-squish — Schlick-schlick —
"Haaah— t-take your fingers out. Pull them out and put your cock in right away. Just put it in and finish already!"
"Heh... now where is the fun in that?"
"The fun...?"
"When you lie with the Family Head, do you tell him to thrust straight in with no caressing? Of course not. Even with the Head of the Medicine and Poison Hall you received caresses before he entered you. Why am I the only one forbidden to caress the madam's pussy?"
"……"
She had no ready answer. Jong Yak-hui fell silent.
— Squish-squish — Schlick-schlick —
"Huff... huff... this is killing me. Just one finger and already it clamps down so tight. The madam's pussy is clearly a peerless vessel. I can tell even without putting my cock in."
"……"
Ahh... to have this decrepit old servant appraise my pussy with such vulgar words, and to be unable even to refute him...
Humiliation and shame flooded her at his crude judgment. Yet for now there was no other path. All she could do was endure the degradation in silence.