Three Steps, One Shot
From that day on, the relationship between the two of them was completely reversed.
Thwack!!
"Haaang~~♡"
As they pushed through the forest, Kaisent, walking behind, brought his hand down hard across Dang Seol-yeong's ass as she led the way.
"Sorry, Noona. Your ass just looked too tempting."
"Hehe♡ I'm sorry my ass is so tempting, Young Master……♡"
"It's making me hard again."
"Is that so♡ If it's because of me, then I suppose there's nothing to be done……♡"
Addressing a boy who looked younger than herself with sincere, heartfelt deference, Dang Seol-yeong slipped her pants down to her knees, found a suitable tree to brace against, and pushed her hips back in invitation.
"Haa♡ Hahh……♡"
Ass offered without defense, she waited with a lewd little smile, already anticipating the pleasure that would come.
Schlick! Slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap♡
"Ah-aaaang!? Ah♡ Ang♡ Ah-ah-ah♡"
"Noona's ass! Every time I slam into it, the way it bounces back is so good!"
"Kyaa-ang-ang-ang-ang♡ E-every time Young Master's hips hit me, my ass tingles all over♡"
The moment she presented herself, Kaisent drove into her pussy as if ramming a siege ram home and began thrusting with everything he had.
The way he desperately shakes his hips just from looking at my ass is so cute♡
Glancing back, Dang Seol-yeong watched Kaisent grip her pelvis tight and pound away with all his strength — and felt a deep happiness that what was being demanded of her was not the martial artist, but the woman.
"Nngh! Noona! I'm gonna cum like this!"
"Yes! Yeees! Pound me as hard as you want until Young Master is satisfied!"
All she could do was push her ass out, clench her pussy, and give the Young Master who wanted her the greatest pleasure she could offer.
Her lower body, tempered by countless martial arts she had learned over the years, was the perfect instrument for squeezing a man's cock in the most exquisite way.
Whoosh!
Then a dark sadistic impulse rose in Kaisent. He seized a fistful of Dang Seol-yeong's hair and yanked.
"Kyaha♡ Hha-ang-ang♡ Kihyaang♡ Y-Young Master♡ Treat Seol-yeong like a dog♡"
"I already am!"
"Hkiit~~~~♡"
When the boy yanked hard, her upper body was pulled back with her hair until her spine arched.
At some point he had switched to informal speech and was handling her like an animal — and still every bit of it registered as pure pleasure. She wore a blissful smile through it all.
Smack! Slap! Smack-smack! Thwack!
"Kyahaang♡ Ahiik♡ Ot♡ Oohk♡ Hihh♡"
"Stand up properly! You call yourself a master, and you're going to collapse from just this?"
"I-I'm sorry♡ But♡ it shivers so much♡ I can't put any strength in my waist♡"
With his free hand he spanked her ass hard, and her legs and lower back began to tremble as if she might drop to her knees at any second.
Ironically, what kept her upright was not the body forged through abusive training, but the cock filling her cunt to the root, acting as a stake holding her in place.
"Augh! I'm cumming! Noona! Squeeze!"
"Ah♡ Ang-ang♡ Young Master's seed♡ Pour it all into Seol-yeong~~♡"
"Ugh! Aaaaaah!!"
"Fhaaaaaang~~~♡"
Spurt— Gulp— Gulp— Gurgle—
Whether it was his young body and spirit, or that he was still too fragile to fully contain the power inherited from his parents — Kaisent let out a beast-like groan as he came, burying himself to the hilt and flooding the tight Murim woman's pussy with semen.
Gulp— Gulp— Gulp—
"Hik♡ Ohot♡ Kihheuut♡"
For nearly fifteen seconds the jetting seed battered the inside of her cunt; Dang Seol-yeong twitched and moaned through the raw pleasure of it.
Schlick— Pop—
"Haaeuung~~~♡"
When Kaisent pulled out after finishing, the drag of his cock against her folds drew another sweet moan from her lips.
I want to stay joined with Young Master for the rest of my life♡
Feeling the emptiness left behind as he withdrew, Dang Seol-yeong was flooded with a deep, aching regret.
If she had her way, she would live forever locked together with him — that was her greedy little wish.
The fullness of his cock occupying her hole was a satisfaction she was certain she could never tire of, no matter how long she lived.
"Noona. Time to clean up, right?"
"Ah, I'm sorry, Young Master……."
"It's fine. It'll become second nature for you soon enough."
Kaisent presented his cock to her — red, glistening raw flesh, slick with love juices and semen.
Dang Seol-yeong crouched to match its height and began licking the mess of fluids clean with her tongue.
"Good girl, Noona. I didn't even teach you, and you're still licking every last corner."
"Fhaat……♡"
Having her head stroked by a boy younger than herself the way one pets a beloved animal, Dang Seol-yeong finally understood what true bliss was.
The thought that her so adorable, so precious Young Master was praising her filled her with happiness, and she licked even more diligently at every last scrap.
At the end she took as much of him into her mouth as she could, sealed her lips, and sucked every remaining trace clean.
"Hehe. Open your mouth and show me, Noona."
"Ehh~"
With a few curly pubic hairs still stuck at the corner of her mouth, she opened wide and displayed the gathered residue resting on her tongue.
"Well done. Now swallow."
"Gulp. Hahheu~~♡"
Swallowing on command, Dang Seol-yeong smiled in pure happiness at the sticky texture and taste of semen coating her throat.
"Noona, I love you."
"I love you too, Young Master……."
With one round of heated mating finished, the two of them held each other close, exchanging body heat and the happiness of the moment.
"Want some water?"
"No. I want to keep tasting Young Master a little longer……."
"You're not tired yet, right? Shall we start moving again?"
"Yes. I may not look it, but I've run for three days and nights without rest before……."
Dang Seol-yeong dressed again and set off in the direction they had originally been heading.
She swept her qi-reinforced hand-blade through the jungle like a machete, clearing anything that might hinder Kaisent's progress even a little.
Ahn♡ The semen's leaking out♡
She had crouched and emptied out what she could, but Kaisent's thick, viscous seed still filled roughly half her cunt.
With every step she felt her womb shift and the fluid trickle down the inside of her thighs — and without meaning to, she swayed her hips.
The motion carried more raw lewdness than any woman who had spent a lifetime as a whore.
"Ugh……!"
Watching all of it from behind, Kaisent felt the cock he had only just calmed after one climax stiffen all over again.
A woman's body of practical, battle-honed muscle — soft and firm at once — and a cunt that could squeeze far harder than an ordinary woman's.
For a boy at the age when lust boiled hottest, who had only just learned the taste of sexual pleasure, the temptation of those lewdly swaying hips was impossible to resist.
Thud!
"Kyaat~♡"
"Sorry! I'm sorry! But Noona's ass is so pretty I can't hold it anymore!"
Shoving her down onto all fours like a dog, Kaisent yanked her pants — already ready to slip free with the slightest force — down her legs.
Dang Seol-yeong had known exactly what he would do. Far from resisting, she even gave her hips a subtle little wiggle to make the pants easier to pull off.
Schlick! Thud! Thud! Slap! Slap! Bang-bang-bang-bang-bang-bang!
Once more the boy drove into her roughly and shook his hips with everything he had, his boiling lust crashing against Dang Seol-yeong's body.
"Kyahh♡ Ahiik♡ Ah-ang-ang-ang-ang~~♡"
"Noona! Noona! I love you!"
"I-I love you too♡ Kyaang♡ Hhaat♡ Aaang♡"
Overwhelmed by the boy's confessional mating as he gripped her ass and used her like a beast, Dang Seol-yeong's upper body collapsed, leaving only her hips raised high as she took his cock.
"Honestly……. Look, the day's already ending……."
"I'm sorry……."
Three Steps, One Shot.
Literally: Kaisent's lust was so fierce that he came once every three steps, and the two of them had not managed to travel nearly as far as planned.
Even so, Dang Seol-yeong scolded him only lightly, more like mild discipline than real blame.
Living here with Young Master might not be so bad.
Here, there was no one else's opinion to worry about.
Frankly, the age gap between her and Kaisent was so large that calling them a young mother and her son would not have been much of an exaggeration.
Whether this place was the Central Plains or somewhere else entirely, a couple with a difference like theirs would draw stares — so settling here for good was one option.
Whatever he needed, she could teach him. And if it came to it, she could support him for the rest of her life.
"Hm?"
Having spent the entire morning working off his lust, Kaisent had been hunched with guilt — until he looked at the surrounding landscape and tilted his head.
"Young Master……?"
"This terrain, this scenery… it's strangely familiar."
Before full dark fell, Kaisent wandered the area, trying to resolve the frustrating sense of recognition without memory.
"Ah!"
Then something clicked, and he took off running.
Following behind him, Dang Seol-yeong found a scrap of old, tattered cloth.
"…This is where that strange old man tried to kill me. So I've come full circle……."
"Where is the old man's body……?"
"For some reason he turned to ash when he died. I still don't know why."
Kaisent lifted the cloth, and the ash that had remained inside sifted down in a soft cascade.
Why a corpse had become ash rather than a body was something they would never know — but Dang Seol-yeong, working from what had already happened, began turning something over carefully in her mind.
"When you first saw the old man, you said he seemed like he was being chased……?"
"Yes. He looked anxious and desperate, like someone was after him."
"Looking at the traces around here, I found no other tracks of anyone pursuing him……. That means either no one who could read tracks was following, or for some reason the pursuit was called off……."
Listening quietly to her reasoning, Kaisent understood what she was suggesting.
"You want us to reverse-track the old man who tried to kill me and meet the people who were chasing him?"
"Yes. I don't know what kind of people they are, but if they were hunting an old man who attacked Young Master for no reason, we should at least be able to talk……."
"Hmm… I'm fine with it, but… are you okay with that, Noona?"
"Don't worry. Honestly, dealing with other people is hard for me — but for Young Master's sake, I can endure anything……."
Kaisent still seemed to have something left to say. He fidgeted, then opened his mouth.
"Um… if things go well and we end up joining the people who were chasing him… please don't use formal speech with me."
"Pardon……?"
"Other people might find it strange. I don't want you being treated like a weirdo because of me."
"Eut……♡"
At first she had thought he was embarrassed for himself — but realizing he was actually being considerate of her, Dang Seol-yeong barely managed to swallow the happy little moan that nearly slipped out.
He's far too adorable!
No matter how she looked at him, Kaisent was a boy who had grown up in a good family, showered with love.
For a boy who had never known hardship to be dropped suddenly into a forest and still show consideration for others without selfishness or complaint took more than ordinary patience.
And the reason for that consideration was that he didn't want his woman treated like a strange person.
If someone could be this cute and lovable, it was practically a crime. Dang Seol-yeong nearly drowned in the happiness of it before she forced herself back to her senses.
"It's all right, Young Master……. Choosing to serve you for the rest of my life is happiness itself to me. I don't care what anyone else says……."
"If you're sure, Noona……."
And so the two of them set their course: reverse-track the old man's trail and meet the pursuers.
"Young Master……."
"Yes."
"If we do meet other people, you must hide your talent……."
"Why is that?"
"In the Murim I came from, when someone finds a gifted child, they often drag them off like a kidnapping and force them to become a disciple……. Or there are those who fly into a rage at the mere thought that their techniques were stolen so easily, and draw their blades first……."
"Gulp……."
Never having imagined people could be that savage, Kaisent swallowed dryly without meaning to.
"Whoever we meet from here on, Young Master's talent is far beyond the ordinary path……. So when you secretly learn someone else's techniques, don't let it show on the surface — and even when you receive formal instruction, never master everything in a single go……."
"Hmm… but if it's formal instruction, does it really matter?"
"Not every master rejoices in a disciple's growth……. Getting jealous of a disciple more gifted than themselves and deliberately teaching flawed techniques, or crushing their spirit — that's the mild end of it. In the worst cases, they assassinate them or stage an accident and kill them themselves……."
"Hik……."
If this kind of thing only happened among the Unorthodox factions, she would simply have advised him to choose a master carefully for character.
But she had seen even renowned Orthodox masters — men called gentlemen and paragons — grow jealous of a disciple's talent and turn to wicked thoughts.
Living in the dark, she had witnessed every ugly face humanity had to offer, and among them the ugliest, cruelest, most irrational part was always rooted in envy.
"As long as I'm here, I will never let anything like that happen to Young Master……. Still — just in case — remember what I've said……."
"Yes, Noona."
When Dang Seol-yeong took his hand firmly, promising to protect him, Kaisent felt a soft warmth and the fear on his face settled quickly.
Hands joined as if to say they would face everything together, the two of them followed the old man's trail upward.