The Old Servant and the Final Coupling (2)
“A-are you going to kill me?”
“That’s the plan. You told me yourself, didn’t you? Once we shared a bed, neither of us could ever speak of it to a soul—if word got out, your life would be the first on the line. So I gave you my body on the condition that it would end after one time. You said even a single embrace would be the glory of a lifetime. If you had kept that first promise, you wouldn’t be dying today. If you had simply stayed away after that, I never would have sought you out to end you. But today you came crawling back, lusting after my body of your own free will.”
Dong-ssi Halabeom saw the killing intent glittering in Jong Yak-hui’s eyes and knew her words were no bluff.
“Khh—I-I’m sorry. I swear I’ll take the secret of what happened with the Matriarch to my grave.”
“I can’t trust that. You already broke the promise to stop after one time and kept demanding my body again and again.”
“Huuuk—p-please spare me. I’ll truly keep the secret.”
“As long as you’re alive, there is no secret. But as a final mercy, I’ll grant you pleasure before I kill you.”
“Huuuk—p-please, spa—ugh!”
Jong Yak-hui’s fingers sealed the pressure points at Dong-ssi Halabeom’s throat. Speech was no longer possible. He could only blink up at her, eyes brimming with the raw terror of death.
“I could simply kill you, but that would leave a bitter taste even for me. So before you go, I’ll let you enjoy my body one last time and send you to the afterlife with pleasure.”
She began to undress.
Soft rustling filled the dark storeroom. Moonlight filtering through the barred window painted her bare skin in silver, beautiful and obscenely sensual. In the gloom her flesh glowed almost unnaturally white. Dong-ssi Halabeom could only stare, eyes wide.
She dropped a sack of grain, knelt, and pulled down his trousers. His wrinkled, pathetic cock flopped free.
“Hnn… still filthy and small.”
Haa… yet the truth is, that dirty cock-stink and the smell of smegma always got me wet. It’s strange—every time I breathe in the reek of this lowborn’s cock-cheese my head spins with heat. I never felt anything like that from my husband’s clean cock.
It truly was bizarre. Dong-ssi Halabeom’s cock was wrinkled and unimpressive, and the stench was overwhelming. White crust clung to the glans—smegma from never washing.
Hnn… the white stuff’s gone now. I swallowed every bit of it while sucking him. But the cock-stink is still thick—an animal reek no other man has. And yet when I smell it my mind boils and I get so excited. Maybe that’s why I wanted one last taste of this cock before the end.
She could have killed him on the spot. The reason she chose to couple with him one final time was that peculiar arousal the stench of his body always sparked in her.
Until now he forced me. Today I’m the one raping him. A woman raping a man. I want to know what that feels like.
Until this moment she had only ever been the victim—of Dong-ssi Halabeom, of the Dang Dupae brothers—feeling nothing but misery, self-loathing, and humiliation. Now she wanted to know the sensation of taking a man by force herself. So she decided to rape the old servant before she killed him.
Haa… that smell! Still filthy, still reeking of cock-cheese. Yet tonight it feels almost like perfume, something that makes my blood race. Is it because this is the last time I’ll ever smell it?
The stench of his smegma made her cunt twitch and clench.
A wet pulse, then a thin trickle of slick.
Ahh… just smelling his cock-cheese has me dripping. My pussy is fluttering, growing hot.
She did not deny her own arousal.
She leaned in and began to lick, long wet strokes, then took him into her mouth with hungry suction.
“Huuup… huuup…!”
Ahhh, the smell! Tonight it almost smells good. I can’t believe it no longer disgusts me. Instead the thought that this is a pure male scent—a real cock-stink only a man can make—fills my head and makes me even wetter.
Without thinking she slid a hand between her own legs and pushed two fingers inside. She could no longer hold back; she began to finger herself while she sucked him.
Wet squelching, soft wet thrusts, the lewd slap of her palm against her own soaked folds.
“Haa… haa… feels good having your cock sucked, doesn’t it? The Matriarch on her knees sucking a servant’s cock—what an honor. So enjoy it. This is your last pleasure.”
She stared at him with lewd, half-lidded eyes while she fucked her own cunt with her fingers.
More wet squelching, deeper thrusts, the sticky sound of her juices.
“Haa… haa… the first night I hated sucking this cock. Tonight, knowing it’s the last time, I don’t hate it so much. It’s fine. Your cock-stink is making me hot.”
Another pulse of slick ran down her thigh.
Haa… haa… I’m really getting off. Dong-ssi Halabeom’s cock-stink is turning me on. Ahh, I can’t hold back.
Her fingers moved faster, rougher, while her mouth never left his cock. The noble Second Matriarch of the Dang family, naked on her knees, sucking an old servant’s cock while fingering herself—anyone would have called the scene pure filth. And she was staging it herself.
Ahh… knowing this is the last time with him, I don’t want to lie to my own feelings. I can bare everything in front of him because he’ll be dead soon. No one will remember what I felt.
Facing a man about to die, she allowed herself complete honesty.
She began to suck him in earnest—deep, greedy, wet pulls of her lips and tongue.
“Hnnn…!”
Unlike the first night when she had been forced, now she sucked because she genuinely wanted the taste. His cock swelled steadily under her mouth; his breathing grew ragged.
It twitched and pulsed, a thin bead of pre-cum leaking.
Haa… haa… every time I suck this cock my pussy flutters.
Strange. Only when she sucked Dong-ssi Halabeom did her cunt twitch and open like this. It never happened with any other man.
It’s the smell of his cock-cheese that does it. That’s why my pussy is fluttering.
She decided the unique reaction was pure arousal from his particular stench.
She kept sucking with wet, rhythmic pulls while her fingers plunged in and out of her dripping hole—squelching, sticky, lewd.
“Huuup… huuup…! Hnnn!”
One hand worked her own cunt; the other gripped the base of his cock so she could take him deeper. Under her filthy attentions his breathing turned harsh and his cock finally reached full, throbbing hardness.
Haa… haa… it’s hard enough. I can take him now.
Clear nectar kept spilling from the hole her fingers stretched; it coated her hand. Her pussy burned and fluttered open.
She rose, straddled him, and pressed her soaked slit against the head of his cock, rubbing the length along her folds.
“Hnn!”
She wrapped her arms around his neck and began to rock her bare hips, sliding her dripping entrance back and forth along his shaft.
Wet friction, soft wet glides, the slick sound of her juices coating him.
“Haa… haa…! Hnn… hnn…! So this is what it feels like to use a man’s cock while he just lies there—rubbing my pussy against it myself. Haa… haa…! Not bad. It feels good. Haa… haa…!”
The first night he had forced her down and ground against her. Tonight she held the paralyzed old man and ground her own cunt against him. Naked hips rolling, arms locked around his neck—she looked utterly lewd. His cock parted her pale outer lips with every stroke, the head dipping between them only to slide free again, shiny with her slick.
More wet friction, soft wet glides, the sticky slap of flesh.
“Hnn… hnn…! Haa… haa!”
Haa… haa… rubbing my pussy on him feels so good. Ahh, I’m holding this reeking old man and the stench is everywhere, yet somehow it only makes me hotter. It’s filthy, but it smells like pure male, and that turns me on. Ahh, I can feel every ridge of his cock splitting my folds.
She finally admitted it: she was aroused, her cunt fluttering open for him. Strange as it was, whenever she coupled with Dong-ssi Halabeom the smell of his body and cock always set her on fire. She could no longer deny it.