First Night with Wang Yi (2)
As his finger slid deeper, he felt the resistance of Wang Yi's hymen against his middle finger. Mindful that this was her first time, he drew out the foreplay a little longer.
“Hngh! White Dragon, it feels so strange. My mind is hazy, like I’m floating!”
As Seo Jun’s caresses continued, Wang Yi’s eyes grew unfocused and her expression turned dreamy. He shed the rest of his clothes and wrapped his arms around her thighs. Still seated, he lifted her and aligned his glans with her entrance. Feeling the heat of his cock against her opening, she gazed at him with glazed eyes.
Slowly he lowered her body. Inch by inch, his thick shaft sank into her.
“Haaah!”
A sharp moan burst from Wang Yi’s lips.
“It hurts!! It’s too big! I feel like I’m tearing apart.”
Even in her aroused state, Seo Jun’s size was simply too much for a virgin’s body. Supporting her buttocks, he moved with slow, shallow strokes, giving her time to adjust.
“Haa… haa…”
Then his arms dropped her farther in one smooth motion.
“Aah!”
The tearing pain of her maidenhead breaking washed over her. Wang Yi clung to him, arms locked tight around his neck. Still holding her, Seo Jun carried her to the bed. He had considered taking her right there in his arms, but decided her first time should not be so rough. He laid her down gently.
Once she was on the bed, his hips began to move—slow, deliberate strokes at first.
Schlick! Schlick! Schlick! Schlick!
“Ahh… haa! Hngh!”
Little by little the pain ebbed, replaced by growing pleasure. Wang Yi’s moans turned sweet and lewd.
Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump!
“Hngh! Haat! Huk! Huk! Huk!”
Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump!
“Ah! What is this? I feel like I’m going to die! Huk! Huk! Huk!”
His glans now struck her cervix with deep, powerful thrusts. Her eyes rolled back as she cried out. Legs wrapped tightly around his waist, she clung to him by pure instinct, moaning loudly with every stroke.
Wang Yi was experiencing an orgasm few women ever reached on their first night.
Her whole body suddenly stiffened, trembling violently before going completely limp.
Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump!
Seo Jun had not yet finished. He quickened his pace, driving toward his own release.
“Kuh!”
Spurt!! Gush! Gush! Glorp! Glorp!
“Haaah!!!”
Even while unconscious, a moan slipped from Wang Yi’s lips as he flooded her. She lay completely passed out, mouth slack, tongue lolling.
“Tsk. Twice isn’t happening tonight.”
Seo Jun’s stamina now demanded four or five rounds a night to feel satisfied, but after her first experience Wang Yi clearly wouldn’t recover in time for more. Still, it didn’t feel right to leave her and go to Seol Ryeon out of lingering guilt. He pulled her close and tried to sleep, though rest came slowly.
Wang Yi woke at dawn and studied the face of the man still holding her tightly in his sleep. Thick brows, deep-set eyes, a straight noble nose—such a devastatingly handsome face lay right before her.
Could the legendary Song Ok have looked like this?
To Wang Yi, the man sleeping beside her seemed even more magnificent than the famed beauty and literary genius of the Spring and Autumn and Warring States periods.
Her index finger traced his features, sliding from cheek to nose before stopping at his lips. Slowly his eyelids lifted.
“Did you sleep well?”
“Yes.”
“You won’t forget me, will you?”
“Of course not.”
A flicker of anxiety crossed her face at the thought that he might forget her once she was gone.
“If I still see no path by next year, the year after that I’ll head straight to Luoyang. Once I’m there, I’ll secure my position no matter what and send for you. Wait for me until then.”
“I will. I’ll trust you and wait.”
After sealing their tender promise, Wang Yi gathered her clothes piece by piece. She refused Seo Jun’s offer to escort her and left for the inn alone. She wanted to linger with him a little longer, yet she knew that prolonging their farewell would only make the parting harder. So she steeled her heart and walked away.
Seo Jun watched silently as her figure disappeared into the distance.
Until now, after earning some money and modest status, he had drifted along, content to follow the vague currents of history. But Wang Yi had ignited something in him. He needed to act more decisively.
First, earning money at this pace won’t be nearly enough. I need far more.
If no natural opportunity appeared, he would simply buy an official post. To purchase even a minor office through the Ten Attendants, I’ll need a fortune.
How can I earn a massive amount of money in a short time?
The serious question lingered. If nothing else works, perhaps I should head to Taiyuan or Jizhou and raid a few powerful clans.
A clear goal had formed once more. The old mercenary instincts he once lived by stirred back to life. He had no use for empty honors that offered no real benefit.
One month after Wang Yi’s departure.
While the entire county quietly endured the biting cold, a new year arrived. It was 187 AD, the fourth year of Zhongping.
At last, word came from the forge. Seo Jun’s new weapons were complete.
His heart pounding, he sprinted the entire way.
“Huff! Huff!”
Bang!
“Uncle! You said they’re finished?”
“You rascal! You’ll break the door!”
Anticipation bloomed wildly inside him, a feeling he had not experienced in a long time. It really has been ages since I felt like this.
A long life dulled many human emotions. Anticipation was one of the first to wear away. Lately, perhaps because of his assimilation with this new body, Seo Jun sometimes felt his own heart had grown colder. Today, however, the old excitement and expectation made him smile as he approached Po Han.
“Come, take a look. This is one of the finest works of my life.”
Where Po Han gestured lay two spears, a saber, and an axe, arranged with care. The first spear had a black blade roughly forty centimeters long and ten centimeters wide, with four-centimeter hooks on either side near the base, all mounted on a dark metallic shaft—exactly as Seo Jun had requested. The second was a heavy axe-spear with a large axe head and a spear point, clearly intended for the powerful Po Cheol.
Srring.
He drew the saber slowly. It sang with a low metallic cry as the black blade emerged. The metal seemed to drink in the surrounding light, radiating an eerie, ominous aura.
“I had enough meteoric iron left to make three axes. I also forged a small one you can carry in your clothes for emergencies.”
The hand-axe was compact and wickedly sharp. In tight quarters it would strike with devastating force.
“Thank you, uncle. I love them all.”
Every weapon felt perfectly balanced, as though it had been born for his hand.
“Keep your money. I used precious meteoric iron to make a weapon for your brother—I can’t accept payment. Since it looks like Cheol will keep following you, please take good care of him.”
Po Han waved away the coins Seo Jun tried to offer, his eyes filled with worry for his young son.
“Don’t worry, uncle. Cheol is like a brother to me.”
“By the way, uncle, haven’t you given Cheol a courtesy name yet?”
“Ah, that’s right! I had one bestowed while celebrating the new year. I asked Master Dan Gun-seung and received it after much trouble.”
“Really? What is it? What name did Master Dan give him?”
“Yeonghak. He chose it so the boy would live a life that honors learning.”
“That’s an excellent name. Po Yeonghak! Haha, it rolls right off the tongue!”
The two men talked and laughed for a long while, more like friends who had forgotten the difference in their ages than uncle and nephew.
“Uncle Po, I’ll take my leave now. From today onward I’ll call you uncle.”
“Haha, this fellow!”
For some reason the words felt right. Strangely, he felt more comfortable and affectionate toward Po Han than toward his own father, Seo Jeong.
After gathering his new weapons, Seo Jun headed home. He slipped the small axe into his subspace while passing through a deserted alley, saving it as an emergency weapon.
Tomorrow I’ll go hunting with the new gear.
The following day his hunt carried him far to the southeast. Game kept appearing, and chasing it brought him all the way to the desert road linking Manbaek County with Daeseong Fortress in the southeast of Sakbang. As a result, three massive wild boars now lay in his cart.
“I caught plenty, but returning tonight will be difficult.”
The sun hung low at the edge of the desert plain, stretching shadows long across the sand. Better find a campsite early.
Seo Jun chose a spot sheltered by several large boulders that would block the wind. Wood was scarce, but he gathered what he could before darkness fell.
Crackle! Crackle!
The campfire blazed. He filled the pot he kept in his subspace with water and jerky and set it to boil. Soon the surroundings were completely dark. The broth bubbled merrily, and the meat had soaked nicely in the hot liquid.