The Old Servant and the Final Intercourse (4)
The grinding that began again after her first climax was just as fierce.
— Thud-thrust, squelch-squelch, shove-shove, slap-slap—
"Hah… hah…! Aaah, I—I'm getting worked up all over again already!"
With his cock still buried inside her, Jong Yak-hui felt the heat surge back almost at once as she moved.
So she resumed her grinding. And before long, climax came for her again.
— Thud-thrust, squelch-squelch, smack-smack, slap-slap—
"Haaaah—! Hrngggh—! Hiiieh—!"
Hah… hah…! G-good. I came again.
The second orgasm filled her so completely that pleasure washed through her in a warm, satisfying rush.
Had any member of the Dang Family seen her then—straddling the old servant, cock sheathed deep, slamming her hips down again and again as she drowned in climax—they would have doubted their own eyes.
But Jong Yak-hui, honest with her own desire, simply surrendered her body to the pleasure and took her fill of the act.
"Huu… so this is what it feels like. When a woman takes the lead, the feeling really is completely different."
She smiled with satisfaction and looked down at Dong-ssi Halabeom.
With his cock still buried inside her while she rode him without pause, the old man was gasping roughly, drowning in overwhelming pleasure of his own.
"I'll give you one more. Enjoy it while you still can—before you die."
As Dong-ssi Halabeom panted in raw excitement, Jong Yak-hui grinned.
When the aftershocks of climax faded, she began to grind again.
— Thud-thrust, squelch-squelch, smack-smack, slap-slap—
"Hah… hah…! The heat's climbing fast again. Once you've come once, it rises so much quicker."
— Gush, trickle, drip—
Hah… hah… my juices won't stop flowing. It feels so good that they just keep running down.
The wetness pouring from Jong Yak-hui's cunt had long since soaked the shaft of Dong-ssi Halabeom's cock and slicked his balls. As she moved with him still inside her, the wet sounds turned thick and sticky; her juices frothed into white foam that dirtied the dark hair of her mound and the hair around his cock alike.
— Thud-thrust, squelch-squelch, shove-shove, slap-slap—
"Haaaah—! Nnghgggh—! Haiiit—!"
Hah… hah…! Th-that's already the third. Aaah, so good!
Climax after climax left her face rapturous, her whole body trembling, juices spilling freely as she lost herself in pleasure. She no longer knew how many times she had come.
Lust had dyed her through; her face was painted with ecstasy, her expression utterly blissful.
Still wearing that rapt look, Jong Yak-hui glanced down and met Dong-ssi Halabeom's eyes.
Pleasure and terror were tangled together in his gaze—a strange, mixed light. She looked into those eyes and smiled.
Her mouth smiled. Her eyes did not.
"Hah… hah… that was a magnificent fuck. You've enjoyed yourself plenty—so you can die without regrets now, can't you?"
— Thud—
"Ghk—!"
— Thump—
The instant she drove her inner energy into his heart, Dong-ssi Halabeom let out a strangled cry and his head fell forward.
"Your cock was still inside my cunt the moment you died—so you went out at the happiest time of all. And I'll keep making it pleasant for you on the road to the underworld, so set out with a glad heart."
— Twitch-twitch… squeeze-squeeze—
Even dead, Dong-ssi Halabeom's cock remained sheathed inside Jong Yak-hui. Though the man was gone, his shaft still filled her passage completely, and her inner muscles fluttered and clenched around it, squeezing tight.
"Hah… hah…! He's dead, and yet his cock hasn't gone soft. Is this what they call rigor mortis?"
His body was dead, but the erection held firm, packing her full. The stuffed, stretching pleasure of it left her with no desire to pull free. She only wanted to keep enjoying that cock.
"Still hard even in death. Then I'll make the whole journey to the underworld a pleasant one for you."
— Thud-thrust, squelch-squelch, shove-shove, slap-slap—
"Hah… hah…! You're truly living large even after death. I'm still working your dead cock for you, aren't I? Being inside the Lady's cunt—where even a single thrust would be an honor—is glory enough. Enjoy that glory all the way down."
With the dead man's cock still buried in her, Jong Yak-hui began to grow aroused all over again.
— Gush, trickle, drip—
"Hah… hah… the juices are still flowing. You're still pleasing me even in death. Of course, I'm pleasing you too. Hah… hah!"
She planted both hands on the dead man's chest and worked her hips hard, forward and back. With every roll of her ass, the wetness pouring from her passage frothed into white foam that coated her pubic hair and his cock hair alike in a pale mess.
The rigid shaft packing her full kept feeding her pleasure, and she did not stop grinding. Riding a corpse's cock, lost in lust, Jong Yak-hui wore a look of pure rapture; her eyes were thick with carnal hunger.
"Aaah, it feels so good. The cock filling my cunt isn't shrinking at all. Hah… hah… even dead, it's packing me like this. Aaah, my cunt is so hot and so electric I can't stop."
The pleasure of the dead man's cock thrusting into her drew another rapturous expression across her face.
"Aaaah, so good. To be able to fuck with a dead man's cock… Hah… hah… your dead cock making a living woman this happy… aaah, it's astonishing. Remarkable."
Dong-ssi Halabeom's stiffened cock did not soften. Jong Yak-hui kept grinding, chasing the pleasure of being filled to the brim—until, still riding the dead man's shaft, she finally came again.
"Hrngggh—! Hiiieh—! Haaaaang—!"
Hah… hah…! I came again. I came again on dead Dong-ssi Halabeom's cock. Hah… hah!
Both hands braced on the corpse's chest, her waist rolling and bucking as climax wracked her body—the sight was thoroughly lewd, thoroughly perverse. She was astride a dead body, fucking herself on a corpse's cock: a truly depraved, carnal act.
When the climax at last ebbed, Jong Yak-hui let out a long breath.
"Huu… that should be more than enough compensation for killing you. You shared the clouds and rain with me even after death—your soul must be pleased. So go well."
She savored that final pleasure—climax reached with a dead man's cock still inside her—and smiled.
When she had taken her full measure of it, she rose and stood.
— Gush… trickle—
As the cock slipped free, juices ran thick from Jong Yak-hui's cunt and dripped to the floor; she paid them no mind. She had ridden Dong-ssi Halabeom's cock so roughly that the dark hair of her mound was matted white with foam. The evidence of it clung there still, but when she glanced at the white mess on her pubic hair she simply turned her head, unconcerned.
The blow to the heart will read as a heart attack. In ordinary, peaceful times they might make something of a servant's death—but the Dang Family has no room for that now. With the Family Head, the elders, and the Head of the Medicine and Poison Hall all poisoned and the whole house in chaos, no one will spare a thought for a servant's death. They'll write it off as a simple heart attack and clear the body away.
In ordinary times the Dang Family would not have shrugged off even a single household member's sudden death. But the Family Head had been poisoned, and elders were dying one after another. In that climate, Dong-ssi Halabeom's death would draw no one's notice—and knowing that, Jong Yak-hui had been able to kill him without a second thought.
Aaah… with this, every man who knew of my disgrace is dead. When my husband recovers, I can simply return to being the chaste wife I was. What happened with Young Hero Hyeon will remain a secret between my sister-in-law and me alone.
She felt as though a heavy stone that had crushed her for so long had finally been lifted. A clean, open lightness filled her chest—cool and thoroughly satisfying.
Dang Dupae. Dang Dupyeong. And Dong-ssi Halabeom. The three who seized my weakness and used my body. All three of them on the road to the underworld… and Dong-ssi Halabeom I avenged with my own hands. It's been so long since this stifled chest felt this open. How refreshing.
She pulled Dong-ssi Halabeom's trousers back on, set the surroundings in order, and looked once more at the corpse with cold eyes before shutting the warehouse door.
Her steps toward her own room were light and almost cheerful.
The next day, Dong-ssi Halabeom was found dead in the warehouse. The people of the Dang Family took it that the aged servant had died of a heart attack, and disposed of the body accordingly. In a household already thrown into turmoil by the deaths of the Family Head and the elders, the death of one old servant drew little interest—and was quietly written off as a simple heart attack.