Yeonhwa's Deflowering
“Hiiiiiing♡ That’s too much……”
While her nipple was pinched, I slowly covered Yeonhwa’s other nipple with my mouth as tears streamed down her face.
“Haahp! Chuurp!”
“Huuuuh♡”
- Lick!
Whether she washed her nipples thoroughly every day or simply because she was still an unripe girl, there was no strong body odor. Yet the lewd scent of sweat slowly seeping from her heated skin and the pores around her nipples was more than enough to stir a man’s lust.
- Gulp!
Yukryong also threw a tantrum, demanding to taste a woman’s body. Even while her nipples were being violated, Yeonhwa did not miss the sight. Her right hand slowly approached Yukryong.
“Haaah, how can it be this magnificent♡”
Yeonhwa wrapped her small palm around the part just below Yukryong’s glans. The gap between her thumb and middle finger was so wide that each fingertip would need to be an inch longer to meet.
- Squeeze!
“Paaah, hah, good. Will you stroke it gently up and down, centered on the part you’re holding now?”
“Yeees♡”
“Then I’ll leave it to you. Haahp!”
This time I took her opposite nipple into my mouth and slowly sucked and licked it.
- Paat, pat, pat, paat, pat …
- Lick! Chyop, chyop, chyop, lick! …
At the same time, the member she was gently stroking gave off an immature yet warm, cozy feeling, like a freshly quilted cotton blanket. However, unless I grabbed her hair and forced it down her throat, this act alone could never bring me to a satisfying release.
“Pahuu! I think it’s about time we tried the ‘real insertion.’ Is that all right?”
When I pulled Yukryong out of her hand and aimed it at her secret place, her slightly frightened reply came back.
“Th-this thing going inside♡ Yeonhwa’s place… it won’t tear, will it♡?”
While saying that, she lifted her own skirt to gauge whether the member could actually fit inside her.
‘She really is full of curiosity.’
“A woman’s hole opens up when you put something in it anyway. That’s how babies come out, so there’s no way this won’t fit, right?”
- Gulp!
Thanks to my and Yukryong’s sincere persuasion, her curiosity seemed satisfied and we could smoothly move to the next stage.
“Haaang♡ P-please… I beg you♡”
Yeonhwa’s secret place, which had been twitching her hips as if waiting, was so wet it was practically soaked, providing more than enough lubrication for Yukryong.
- Squelch! Squelch!
Following the nearly closed slit of her secret place, Yukryong, coated in sticky fluid, slowly slid along it. The outer muscles of her secret place gradually loosened, giving off a springy elasticity.
- Sliiide!
The glans passed over her clitoris and the tightly closed crack, beginning its exploration toward the slightly parted entrance of her vagina at the bottom of the slit.
- Squelch!
“Kyaaahuuut♡”
After pushing in about an inch, it met the final defensive line of her mucous membrane. This line, which existed only for show, had been stretched so much from frequent self-pleasure that when Yukryong spread the entrance, a hole just large enough for her index finger to slip in and out remained in the center.
“Young lady, you were a far more lascivious woman than I expected.”
I scolded her for the pitiful fact that her index finger had stolen the first glimpse beyond her defensive line, but—
“Huuuh♡ I-I’m embarrassed♡ Q-quickly♡ T-take Yeonhwa’s virgin… virgin pussy♡”
- Squeeze!
Her active, lewd seduction as she hugged me tighter left me no choice but to thrust Yukryong deeper while cursing my own narrow-mindedness.
- Thrust!
“Kuhuuuk♡ H-how♡ I-it’s too biiig♡ Heeeuh♡”
“How? Just put it in slowly.”
Perhaps because it was already half-broken, nothing red or pink flowed out from the joint. She seemed unable to even register the pain of defloration, buried beneath the pain of her secret place being forcibly spread open. It was the dual nature of her vagina—virgin yet whore.
- Squirm, squirm
Yukryong slowly dug into her secret place at a snail’s pace.
“Huuut, haaaang♡ I-it’s going iiiiin♡”
Even though it had only advanced another two inches, her reaction made me chuckle. She had already trained her vaginal walls with her own fingers. Yet this moment was truly the first time she was accepting a man all the way to her deepest core. I could not afford a single moment of carelessness or roughness. The sensation she was experiencing right now was more precious than any pleasure she would crave for the rest of her life.
- Squirm, squirm!
“Haaang♡ H-how far is it going♡ Something this deep… Yeonhwa doesn’t knooow♡ Haaaaang♡”
- Squirt! Squirt!
It was unfortunate for her, who had lightly climaxed, but the real pleasure was only just beginning.
- Throb!
Finally, Yukryong reached the end of her cervix and pressed against it firmly. A burning pleasure spread from her deepest place. Overwhelmed by the intense stimulation that felt as if her soul was separating from her body, her eyes rolled back until only the whites remained, bloodshot.
- Drip, drip, drip, drip!
“Heeeeh♡ Hueeeh♡ Hieeeeh♡”
Even her wanton breathing was unstable as her mind went blank, but I was no stranger to such reactions inside the Sex Demon Cult Headquarters.
- Smooch!
I pressed my lips to hers and performed lewd artificial respiration rather than a kiss.
- Gulp!
- Gulp…
I re-taught her respiratory system, which had forgotten how to breathe, how to breathe again. Even so, I did not pull Yukryong out.
- Thrust!
- Throb!
- Thrust!
- Throb!
Instead, I persistently pounded the end of her cervix, forcing her body to adapt to this pleasure. Her pupils would occasionally return only to disappear again under the relentless waves of pleasure.
“Pahuuu♡ M-my husband♡ Haaang♡ Too much♡ It’s too muuuch♡ Kyaaah♡”
After a long while, once her body had grown accustomed to the pleasure first, Yeonhwa finally regained her senses. Still pinned beneath me, she panted from the pleasure she could never have imagined just one or two hours ago.
“Yeonhwa♡ Yeonhwa♡ From now on… I can’t live without this♡ You really have to take responsibility♡ My♡ huut♡ husband♡”
- Press! Press! Press!
While she whispered lewd words of affection, squeezing Yukryong from all sides as it rested lightly against her cervix, my urethra opened and answered before I could even warn her.
- Gulp! Gulp! Spurt! Spuuurt!
“Haaah♡ My husband♡ Haaang♡ Hyaaaaang♡”
- Spuuurt! Spurt!
As if this were the last time, the powerful gush of semen made even the skin over her clitoris tremble with delight.
“…”
Women with low martial arts levels were inevitably like this. Her frail body could only be satisfied with “just” this much.
“Clean!”
All the bodily fluids covering our bodies and the bedding—especially the bright yellow urine stains Yeonhwa had left—vanished as if they had never existed.
I pulled the crumpled blanket from the corner of the bed and covered Yeonhwa with it. I did not bother dressing her again, leaving her clothes crumpled on the floor. I needed her to realize, when she woke up later, that what had just happened was reality, not a mere wet dream.
“Haaah……”
The sense of liberation, deepened by the Clean magic, tormented me.
“Ah, this was a temple.”
Only then did an inexplicable anxiety wrap around my body as post-nut clarity set in.
“Clean!”
I returned to the room where Dang Seorin was sleeping, put on the clothes that had been splattered with various fluids, and tidied both her and the garments. Yet the anxiety did not disappear. Ever since becoming the Young Cult Leader—or rather, a candidate for it—I had never felt this unpleasant sensation in my heart.
- Glance!
Even when I expanded my senses across the entire outer courtyard of Amisa, not a single presence could be detected.
‘Not even one?’
There had been a gatekeeper at the entrance to the inner courtyard.
‘He must have locked up and gone home.’
I came up with a reasonable answer, but the night was still long and Yukryong was still throbbing.
“Portal!”
I moved to the empty neighboring room and stepped into the Sex Demon Cult Headquarters in an instant.
“O-oh, you’ve arrived, Young Cult Leader.”
“Yeah.”
Even at this late hour, three diligent Chastity Unit members were cleaning the room. Despite my absence, they had not worn their chastity belts and instead wore provocative hufu (author’s note: cheongsam) while waiting for me, sweeping and wiping the already spotless floor until it gleamed.
“All of you, come here.”
- Pat pat!
When I sat on the bed and patted the spot beside me, they threw down their mops and brooms and came running over.
“First……. Clean!”
- Fwoooosh!
I cast a visually enhanced cleaning spell on their hands.
“Waaah♡”
Even in this martial world without magic, they had already seen me cast various spells dozens of times. Still, they responded enthusiastically, perhaps worried my male pride might be hurt. Now was the time to reward these adorable girls.
“Now then, spread your legs and lift the front of your skirts.”
The hot night of mine and the Sex Demon Cult had only just begun.
**
At the same time Mohn Hodge, the Sex Demon Cult’s Young Cult Leader candidate, was pumping his seed into Yeonhwa in the outer courtyard—
Inside Amisa’s inner courtyard, the bald abbess Hyeon-gong was utterly dumbfounded by her beloved disciple Seon-ah’s sudden declaration of breaking her precepts and returning her nun’s robes.
“What on earth—why! Why would you do such a thing!”
Seon-ah was Hyeon-gong’s first disciple. With outstanding talent in martial arts and great virtue, Hyeon-gong had already marked her as a future abbess candidate, either the next or the one after. Seon-ah leaving the temple was nothing new. As the very symbol of Amisa’s martial and spiritual power and potential, Hyeon-gong had trusted her enough to send her outside the temple even more frequently.
Yet after being away for only a few months, Seon-ah had suddenly declared she was breaking her precepts.
“…”
Even now, if Seon-ah took back her words, Hyeon-gong would gladly pretend she had never heard them. But the Seon-ah standing here could not do that.
“Oh my, Seon-ah, what are you saying! Breaking your precepts?”
Hyeon-so, who was also bald like Hyeon-gong and was her junior sister, was present as well.
Hyeon-so. She was the head of the Enforcement Hall, representing Amisa’s martial strength, and an elder. In terms of pure martial prowess alone, she was the only one in present-day Amisa who had broken through the wall of the Flower Realm. However, because of her twisted personality—unfitting for a nun—and Hyeon-gong’s sincere spiritual power and popularity, she had no choice but to be content with the position of Enforcement Hall head instead of abbess.
It was only natural that Hyeon-so would interfere in every matter that could become Hyeon-gong’s weakness. Moreover, if she were the type not to add fuel to the fire even when disasters befell Hyeon-gong without her own schemes, she would have attained enlightenment long ago.
“Precepts or not, if you’ve entered the inner courtyard, you should shave your head first, shouldn’t you? Seon-ah, my dear niece?”
At her cruel laughter, Seon-ah could only tightly close her eyes and think, ‘It’s finally come.’