The Heavenly Yin Physique
At Seong-il's short but intense words, Eun-wol's body shuddered violently. For a brief moment, her expression shifted through a vivid spectrum of emotions. The colorful changes in her face made it easy for Seong-il to read her thoughts, and that gave him a strange sense of pleasure.
She's really easy to read.
The thoughts Seong-il had discerned were painfully obvious. Should I take my clothes off? If I don't, it'll hurt again, right? But taking them off is so humiliating... If I refuse, he'll just torture me again, won't he? What do I do? I hate the pain... Should I do it? Or not? Her conflicted state struck him as rather cute.
Then, as if some instinctive warning had crept over her, Eun-wol—who had been fidgeting with her clothes for a while—suddenly froze with a cold expression. Slowly, she began to loosen her robe ties.
Looks like the harbinger of pain has arrived. She's so easy to figure out.
With her face burning bright red, Eun-wol untied her clothes. Slowly. Excruciatingly slowly. It must have been even more humiliating to reveal herself like this to an enemy weaker than herself—one she had been ready to fight to the death with just yesterday, and who was seeing her body for the first time.
But Seong-il didn't rush her. There was a unique pleasure in watching an absolute beauty undress with such shy reluctance. As he stood there staring at her intently, Eun-wol hung her head in shame while removing her outer coat and spoke.
"Um... how much should I take off...?"
Look at this sly wench. Asking when she already knows damn well.
Seong-il snorted and replied with a smirk, "Everything. Why ask something so obvious?"
At his answer, Eun-wol ground her teeth with an audible click and continued loosening her ties. She undid her belt, slipped off the V-neck inner garment, and lowered her pants until only the bandages binding her chest and what looked like silk undergarments remained.
Apparently unable to face him directly while undressing, she turned around to lower her underwear and undo the bandages. A mischievous impulse surged within Seong-il, and he commanded her based on that whim.
"Who said you could turn around? Face me right now and remove the rest of your clothes."
At his firm order, Eun-wol's body flinched visibly before she turned back toward him. She covered her most intimate area with one hand while awkwardly trying to undo the bandages with the other. Trying to untie the side knot with just one hand was naturally difficult, and she fumbled clumsily.
The sight irritated Seong-il, but he also wanted to see her pussy—which would soon be his—so he urged her along.
"Why aren't you hurrying? Use both hands to undo the bandages. That's why it looks so pathetic when you try it one-handed like an idiot."
Of course she knew that. She had covered her precious spot with one hand out of sheer embarrassment. But at Seong-il's resolute command that crushed even her final shred of pride, Eun-wol felt utterly miserable. She removed her hand from her intimate area and quickly unwound the bandages.
Once they were off, she instantly covered her ample breasts with one arm and shielded her most precious place with the palm of her other hand.
"I-I'm done, Young Master."
Her pose looks exactly like Botticelli's Birth of Venus.
The only difference was that, unlike the painting, Han Eun-wol's face was flushed crimson and she couldn't meet Seong-il's eyes, keeping her head deeply bowed.
"Good. Now look at me."
Since she was so terribly embarrassed, Seong-il decided to fully enjoy her shame while it lasted. Later, once she grew accustomed to it, moments like this would disappear. Might as well savor it to the fullest in the beginning.
Eun-wol reluctantly lifted her gaze to him. But she still couldn't bring herself to meet his eyes, so her gaze kept darting around nervously. Her adorable behavior stirred sadistic urges in Seong-il, and he began issuing even more mischievous commands.
"Now. Put both hands behind your head and interlock your fingers."
"Huh...? Huuuh??"
"I'll give you ten seconds. Assume the position. Or suffer."
At his merciless words, Eun-wol finally burst into the tears she had been holding back and obeyed. The sight of such a sculptural beauty crying stirred a flicker of pity in Seong-il's heart, but he steeled himself and focused on his desires.
"Now spread your legs one ja—about thirty centimeters—apart."
Being treated like a courtesan in a brothel filled Eun-wol with misery, but the pain he could inflict was too horrific to refuse. For a moment she considered suicide, but there were still too many things left undone. The revenge for her parents' tragic deaths that she had learned about from the Chief Guardian. And her own talent, which could allow her to rule the world, made it impossible to abandon her attachment to life.
That's right. My virginity was going to be lost someday anyway. Let's throw away something as trivial as chastity and survive. Survive, find an opening to escape, and take my revenge.
Having justified it to herself, she briefly wore a venomous expression before beginning to assume the position Seong-il had ordered.
Hah. It's all written on your face what you're thinking right now, you fool.
The Young Sole Master was far too easy to read. That was what made it so entertaining for Seong-il.
With that thought in mind, he walked right up to her. Standing so close their breaths mingled, he immediately knelt, gripped both her thighs, and brought his face close to her pussy.
"Eek...? Hiiik?"
She clearly hadn't expected this action from him and let out a bewildered moan. Seong-il smiled wickedly as he examined her most intimate place. It was as if he meant to trample her resolve completely.
Pretty pussy. It's clean... The hair is quite thick, but that has its own appeal.
As he admired her, Seong-il gently caressed her thighs and buttocks. Her skin felt like the finest silk—soft and impossibly smooth. The sensation was so exquisite that he couldn't stop touching her.
His excitement gradually built, and his breathing grew rougher, brushing against her pussy. "Hngh..."
When his hot, sticky breath touched a place no one had ever seen before, Eun-wol began to twist her body at even that small stimulation. Her arousal transferred to him, numbing his reason. He moved the hands that had been caressing her perfect legs to her pussy and gently spread her folds with both thumbs.
"Eek... No!"
Startled by the sudden action, Eun-wol clamped her thighs together, closing off her most precious spot. Irritated, Seong-il glared at her and shouted, "Who gave you permission to insolently move your legs?"
Where had her earlier resolve gone? Frightened by his fierce tone, Eun-wol began to beg.
"Y-Young Master. Please, at least that place..."
"You don't want to? Spread it. This is your last chance."
Tears dripped from Eun-wol's eyes, but she gave no answer. After a long silence with no change in her posture, the irritated Seong-il pulled away and commanded, "Pain."
The familiar yet unbearable agony crashed over her once again.
"Kyaaaaaak!!!"
Eun-wol screamed desperately, thrashing her entire body. Unable to endure the pain, she writhed naked on the floor, flailing so violently that she scraped her skin raw without seeming to notice.
"Are you going to keep resisting? Or will you do as you're told?"
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'll do exactly as you say!! Please stop!!"
Only then did Seong-il end her torment. Not out of pity. He simply didn't want her beautiful body covered in too many scratches when he still needed to enjoy it. That was all.
"Good. Stand up again."
"Y-yes... Young Master."
Eun-wol stood at rigid attention, her posture perfectly disciplined. Satisfied, Seong-il gave his next order in a pleased tone.
"Same as before. Hands behind your head, legs spread. Execute."
"Y-yes! E-execute!"
Seong-il knelt before her pussy once more and spread her folds with both thumbs. A strong, fishy scent wafted from her.
Hah. She pissed herself earlier, so it smells like urine.
His mood ruined, Seong-il stood and commanded, "Hey. I'll give you one gak. Go outside, wash yourself thoroughly in the river, and come back. If you're late, you know what happens, right?"
"Y-yes!!"
Terrified of the pain, Eun-wol rushed outside without even thinking to dress, washed herself, and returned. Once she stood before him again in the same humiliating position, Seong-il—who had grown quite impatient while waiting—immediately knelt, lowered his head to her pussy, and began licking and sucking.
"Slurp... slurp... lick..."
The intense, primal caress she had never experienced sent a powerful shock through Eun-wol's mind. A tickling sensation, as if something were poking and prodding. Amid it all, a strange, faint feeling began to echo in her head.
After a long while, sweet moans finally spilled from her lips.
"Ah... Ahnng... Ahnng... Haa... Haa... Hng!"
Lost in pleasure, Eun-wol twisted her body slightly as she moaned. Before long, her pussy had grown slick and wet.
Once Seong-il confirmed she was sufficiently aroused, he laid her down on her discarded clothes and spread her legs. Looking into her pleasure-glazed eyes, he thrust his raging cock into her.
"Huk? Hngh...!"
Her reactions during the foreplay had strongly suggested she was an untouched virgin, yet he felt no hymen.
Did it tear from martial arts training?
He recalled hearing that women who trained in vigorous physical disciplines often lost their virginity without realizing it.
Virgin or not, it doesn't matter. What matters is that she's mine now.
Savoring her soft inner walls, Seong-il gently caressed her breasts. The heavy fullness inside her and the uncontrollable waves of pleasure left Eun-wol in utter confusion.
Haaang...! What is this...! It's terrifying!
Seong-il cupped her bewildered face and gently kissed her. Their lips met, and he rubbed them together, sucking and licking her upper and lower lips, occasionally nibbling.
But Eun-wol, who had no idea what a kiss was, simply kept her mouth closed, unsure what to do. Without a word, Seong-il pushed his tongue inside. Just like his cock had conquered her previously closed entrance.
He felt teeth. They refused to part, just as her thighs had protected her pussy. Irritated, Seong-il pinched her nose shut with his thumb and forefinger.
Flustered but unable to resist, Eun-wol struggled until she ran out of breath and finally opened her mouth. Seong-il didn't miss the chance. He slipped his tongue inside and coaxed her hidden tongue into a dance.
Eun-wol was startled by the soft, unfamiliar sensation, but the intense pleasure and fullness radiating from her lower belly had long since paralyzed her defensive instincts. Before long, instinct took over completely. Like a beast, she unconsciously wrapped her arms around his back, pressed her lips to his, and tangled her tongue with his.
Thus, the two forgot their enmity and began devouring each other with wild abandon.
Once she opened herself to the pleasure and focused entirely on their joining, Seong-il felt a strange chill. It was refreshingly cool, not at all unpleasant. The moment he felt it, he unconsciously came inside her.
Surprisingly, even after ejaculating, his lust showed no signs of subsiding. His cock remained just as hard as before. Seong-il continued to ravish her madly. The pair tangled together like beasts in heat, fucking relentlessly until the sun that had hung high in the sky finally disappeared toward the west.
When it was finally over, Seong-il lay beside Eun-wol, holding her close. He kneaded her ample, soft breasts as he thought to himself.
Wow... So this is the Heavenly Yin Physique? The pleasure is absolutely supreme.
He gazed at Eun-wol, who had burrowed into his side and fallen asleep with her head resting on his shoulder.
Normally after cumming once or twice, post-nut clarity hits and I'm indifferent for hours. But with her, the more I do it, the stronger my desire becomes. Instead of fatigue, I feel even more vitality, lust, and health flooding through me.