The First Yin-Yang Unity (2)
So-ye lay before him, her naked body beautiful. Ja-hyeok settled his swollen cock against her, and with that, they were ready at last to become one.
"Please come inside me, Brother..."
"Then I'll come in..."
Hearing that thin, lovely voice ask him in, he pushed into her. A moan spilled from her lips at once.
"Hnnnngh...♡"
So-ye's pussy, taking her brother's cock for the first time, clenched down with a force that felt like being bound, and that tight, imprisoning sensation traveled up through his hips and into his spine.
"Ngh..."
She was packed so tight he couldn't even move, his cock buried inside her and going nowhere. Then, somehow, the pressure began to ease, making room for him to go deeper.
"Hehe..."
"Thank you..."
He knew she had forced her body to loosen because she had seen him in pain. He repaid that kindness with a thrust to match. His cock cut through the air and drove all the way to the deepest part of her womb.
"Hnnnnsst~♥"
A long, helpless moan tore from the lips of the girl who usually carried herself with such quiet grace, and scarlet bloomed across So-ye's face until she was as red as a beet.
"Aaahh... I'm so embarrassed."
However badly she had wanted to look good for her brother, she had not wanted to let out a moan that vulgar. And yet the sudden shock of his cock driving into her had torn it from her anyway, leaving her dizzy with shame. She wanted to crawl into a hole and disappear — but her brother saw her like that, understood her heart, and offered comfort.
"It's all right, So-ye. It's only natural."
A brother she could never hate, never dislike — one she wanted to keep looking only at her. Even now his yang member was so large it made her belly ache... and knowing that, he was careful with her body, moving as gently and tenderly as he could so it would not hurt. Wet, careful strokes filled the room, each one steeped in that same kindness.
"Brother, I'm all right now... so please, pour as much as you want into me."
Even those slow movements created a pressure that was anything but light, and milky essence began to well at the tip of his yang member.
"So-ye..."
To receive his yang energy she had to take his essence fully into her body, so she wrapped her legs around him and locked him in place. Her inner walls, hungry for her brother's essence, clenched around his shaft far more fiercely than before. Her body had long since gone into heat; her pussy wrapped around his cock without mercy, squeezing and chewing at the head, begging for her brother's love.
"Nngh...!"
Matching her desire, Ja-hyeok's cock reached its peak of pleasure. Only the final release remained — a single threshold left to cross. What's more, So-ye's womb, impatient to swallow her brother's essence, flared its entrance open and clung to the tip of his cock as if throwing a tantrum.
"Aangh..."
Then So-ye bit down on her brother's shoulder. That fresh stimulus sent Ja-hyeok's cock spilling into the mouth of her womb.
"So-ye — I'm coming..."
His essence shuddered out of him in a thick, pulsing flood.
"Hnnnaah...♡ My belly's getting so full...♡"
Even though he had only just spent the essence pooled in his cock into her mouth, the flood pouring into So-ye's womb showed no sign of stopping. A stretch of time that was both brief and endless passed — and then a bright, wet pop came from So-ye's sex, like a door long sealed being thrown open.
"Hahh... So-ye, are you all right?"
Belatedly remembering that So-ye had always been frail by nature, Ja-hyeok feared something might have gone wrong. But her body was more or less fine. She had simply sunk into the swamp of pleasure her brother had given her, and the essence that hadn't fit into her womb was spilling down onto the floor in thick, slow pulses.
"Haaah..."
He knew that going another round would be more than either of them could take — So-ye, and his own body wrecked by pleasure — so he tidied the room as best he could.
"You'll catch a chill lying there like that, So-ye."
She had already drifted off from exhaustion, and he drew the blanket over her.
"Hah... well. That really wasn't an ordinary first time."
If Young Lady Dang So-so had been right about how far from ordinary this first experience would be, then she clearly possessed some rather uncanny insight. With that thought, Ja-hyeok too was claimed by exhaustion, and sleep took him.
His head was throbbing dully. His shoulder ached with a strange, deep soreness, his lower back tingled, and there was a raw heat between his legs. Perhaps last night's first time had been so intense the memory itself had gone a little hazy.
"Ah... that's right. So-ye bit my shoulder yesterday."
So the throb in his shoulder was from the wound she had left when she bit him, right before he spent his essence into her body.
"Nngh..."
Apparently even bite force scaled with the realm. A master who had reached the Transcendent Peak had a Transcendent Peak bite to match — and though he himself had reached the extreme of Peak, the pain of So-ye's teeth still would not fade.
"Brother, I brought breakfast!"
He belatedly realized So-ye was not beside him — and by the time he did, she was already walking in with the morning meal.
"This is quite good. Did Mother cook this?"
The breakfast So-ye had brought was packed with exactly the kinds of dishes that would restore exhausted vitality. Even if he possessed the Solar Physique, overflowing with yang energy, that did not mean his stamina was infinite. The food was perfectly suited to him, and somehow seasoned exactly to his taste — genuinely delicious. It had tasted so much like Mother's cooking that he had asked So-ye — but the answer he got was nothing like what he had expected.
"I made it... Luckily, even though it's been a while since I cooked, it seems to suit your tastes, Brother."
So-ye knew how to cook. In more than ten years of wandering the martial world together, he had never known. He had had no idea she could cook this well.
"When did you learn to cook?"
"Because I wanted to cook for you every time... I've been practicing whenever I could."
And this was not the level of someone who had merely practiced in her spare time. This was the kind of cooking you only achieved by failing over and over to match a single person's palate, until there was not a trace of error left. And she had done all of it for him. For her brother, and no one else.
"...So-ye. Don't tell me."
Even so, this was not the behavior of an ordinary younger sister toward her older brother. No — she could have done it, technically — but this was the kind of devotion you reserved for a betrothed, not a brother. And So-ye had always been strangely close to him, cutting down every woman who tried to attach herself to his side. Put all of that together, and So-ye truly...
The worry he had carried all this time — the thing that had sat in his heart like a stone — began to melt, like spring arriving in a winter buried in snow.
"I can live my whole life for you..."
All that time he had been worrying about her future, So-ye had always been offering him her heart. He had simply been oblivious, his eyes covered by the weight of guilt... and only now did he see, with certainty, the past he had turned away from.
"I can't... I can't go on without you. So won't you accept me...?"
And as she spoke, watching him stay silent, her expression began to freeze over. She was starting to be afraid of him. Afraid her brother would reject her heart. Afraid that what they had would be dismissed as nothing more than a brother and sister who had shared a bed, with no love in it at all. The fear sat so raw on her face it looked as if her heart were being carved out. And looking at that face, he—
He accepted her. From the beginning, he had never treated her carelessly — not once, not enough to leave a crack for that kind of fear. She loved him with a terrible, consuming love, and he loved her the same way. They had always shared their hearts in earnest, and yesterday they had achieved Yin-Yang Unity. So of course he would accept her. He had to. Even if Heaven itself tried to tear them apart and sever every bond, remaining at her side was simply what an older brother owed her.
No — what a husband owed her.
"May I call you my wife, So-ye?"
"Yes... Brother. No — my husband."
From that day forward, they held no wedding. But he and So-ye became husband and wife in every way that mattered.