The Second Princess's Fist Skewer
Yang So-hee could only be shocked upon arriving at her uncle’s house, following the faint memories of her childhood. The mansion had been reasonably large even when she had lived there as a dependent, but now it had grown into a colossal estate—second only to the imperial palace itself within the capital of Seoha.
“So-hee? You’re So-hee!? Aigoo, it really is you! It’s So-hee! You were alive! You were alive all this time!”
Her uncle’s face was etched with deeper wrinkles than before. He had retired from office and now spent his days traveling between a ranch near the capital. Her cousins, once mid- to low-ranking military officers, had each risen to the rank of great general in the Seoha Empire. Yet their martial prowess was far below Yang So-hee’s, and they seemed to believe she had long abandoned cultivation.
“It must have been hard for a woman without any martial arts.”
“So-hee, whose child is in your belly…?”
“It’s my lover’s child.”
Yang So-hee had no desire to hear unnecessary remarks from her uncle and cousins, so she cut off the eldest cousin with a sharp answer and glossed over her story with an improvised tale on the spot.
“I worked at a small merchant caravan… and became engaged to the head of a minor clan in Sacheon…”
‘That bitch Seo-hee became the Empress Dowager… Seoha won’t last much longer.’
For the first time in her life, Yang So-hee genuinely worried about the future of Seoha.
“If you petition the Empress Dowager, you should be able to have an audience by tomorrow evening at the latest.”
After finishing a late dinner with them, Yang So-hee was led by a familiar maid to a cozy bed.
“Then please rest well, Lady So-hee.”
- Creak…
Just as Yang So-hee was about to close her eyes, a chill ran down her spine. The layout of the room felt far too familiar.
‘This mansion was built after I left… Could it be…!’
She was still reeling from the realization that the room’s structure was identical to the one she had seen in her dream days earlier when a female expert from the Myoryeong Sect was scouring the entire capital of Heunggyeongbu, defying the nighttime curfew, desperately searching for her.
“Hwaaaang! What if she really abandoned meee!”
**
Suddenly the air in the room lightened, and Second Princess Lee Cheong-hye of Seoha regained her senses. She could only weep bitterly at the reality that she had no choice but to beg for help from the very man who had witnessed her most shameful state, cursing him furiously in her heart.
“D-don’t just stand there watching! Hwaaaang!”
‘I-I’m going to kill you!’
Her tongue had moved on its own, forced to lick the man’s anus, and by the time she came back to her senses, her fist was stuck inside her own vagina—an utter disaster. It was only natural she harbored resentment toward him. This was all because of some scheme the man had pulled, claiming he would kill and then revive General Lee Cheong-ha.
“Oh my.”
- Flinch!
The man no longer bothered pretending to be a fool. When he looked down at her with an arrogant, condescending gaze, she instinctively trembled the shoulder connected to the fist trapped in her vagina.
“Does the Seoha imperial palace not teach you to use honorifics when asking for a favor?”
“Hey! Is this really the time to worry about that!? Hwaaaang! If you’re going to keep spouting nonsense, then at least do something about this…”
The man dug at his ear, cutting her off.
“Hmm… My ears are itchy. Sounds like some arrogant princess is wailing somewhere.”
- Thud
He sat down cross-legged right in front of the princess, arms folded, and calmly observed the sight of her fist lodged inside her own body.
“Mmm, no bleeding, so a day or two of rest should be fine. Of course, that’s after we safely remove the fist without injury. Kukukukukuk.”
“Huuuugh! Y-you! You’re really going to make me cry blood!”
“Kek, do you think you won’t be crying blood down there the moment someone walks in?”
“Hik!”
While exchanging words with the princess, the man studied her trapped fist for a moment before speaking again.
“But this lord is generous. I don’t neglect to bestow favor even upon a troublemaker like you.”
“!”
- Grab!
“Kyaaah!”
The man seized the wrist connected to the fist with his right hand and continued.
“I could just yank it out with force, but it’ll probably bleed a bit.”
“Hup! N-nooo! My hymen still hurts down there! Hwaaaang!”
“Oh dear, is our cowardly princess scared?”
“Hik! You—you keep teasing me! I’ll definitely punish you later…”
“However, this lord knows a way to remove that adorable fist safely.”
“Hueh?”
When the princess’s tear-filled eyes, brimming with surprise and expectation, turned toward him, the man deliberately delayed his answer until she began to whine.
“How? How are you going to do it!? Hwaaaang! Hurry up and take it out!”
“To remove it without injury, I’ll have to play with this place, this place, or perhaps this place of the princess.”
With those words, I flicked the princess’s nipples and anus once each with exaggerated motions.
- Tok, flick! Thud!
“Kyaaang! D-don’t do that! Why are you doing this in this situation!?”
“Hmm… Because it turns me on?”
In truth, cases of sudden muscle spasms—especially vaginal cramps—causing such predicaments during insertion were countless throughout history. The small fist trapped inside the princess had been firmly fixed in place by the sudden vaginal cramp that occurred the moment she regained consciousness. I slowly and kindly explained this to the princess, telling her that new sexual stimulation was necessary to help her relax.
“W-who would believe such nonsense!?”
“Whether you believe it or not is your freedom. However, the servants of this mansion will soon come to clean this place. Or perhaps the Empress Dowager might send someone here looking for me.”
“Hik! N-nooo! Q-quick, take it out!”
“Or we could just do as I said earlier and pull it out with force even if it bleeds. Ah, I almost forgot one thing.”
“Huu, eung?”
“It won’t just bleed. Your vagina will prolapse outward—by at least the length of your fist.”
“Kkhhit! N-nooo! Please! Hwaaaang! I’m scared! I’m scared!”
“But there’s a good side to prolapse too. Didn’t you say your hymen hurts?”
- Nod nod!
I smiled wickedly at the princess who cutely nodded and said,
“Wouldn’t it be easier to apply the golden wound salve if everything’s flipped inside out?”
“You crazy bastard! Uuuugh!”
The princess struggled to hit me, but her face twisted cutely when the fist inside her vagina shifted.
‘Still, to fix that incorrigible personality, I should properly educate her while I have the chance.’
“So you want me to pull it out by force?”
Though I knew she would never choose that option, I deliberately wrapped visible demonic energy around the hand gripping her wrist to threaten her.
“No, nooo!”
“Why does the person asking for help speak like that?”
“Uuuugh! P-please take it out!”
“Take what out? From where?”
“Huuugh! Please take out the fist stuck in Cheong-hye’s pussy! Huuk! Sob!”
“The question seems a bit short. Is it just me?”
“Kuuuh! Could you please remove the fist stuck in this stupid Cheong-hye’s pussy…?”
“Good enough. I’ll let it slide at this level.”
- Squeeeak!
Now the princess ground her teeth and glared at me without saying a word. I had given enough of the whip; it was time for the carrot. Since all the energy being sucked into General Lee Cheong-ha had stopped, I deployed the suppressed Hyang-eum Art and took the princess from behind.
“Huuut! W-what are you doing!?”
“I have to torment the back to make the front comfortable, so of course I have to take the rear.”
I embraced the princess, first kneading her breasts—which were appropriately large compared to her slender frame.
- Soft, squish!
While playing with her breasts, soft as freshly spun cotton, I lightly bit the back of her neck.
- Nom! Squeeze!
“Haaang♡ It hurts♡”
“Yes, that’s the point.”
With those words, I moved my hands from her breasts down to beneath her knees, lifting her light body off the bed.
“Hagut! W-what are you doing!?”
“What else? Love-making.”
The moment I finished speaking, the Meat Dragon that had been rubbing between her buttocks lightly prodded her anus with its glans.
‘Cleanliness, smell, lubrication—all confirmed.’
As expected, the princess had received a thorough oil enema as aftercare. It was such an excellent culture that I seriously considered spreading it to the Sex Demon Cult.
“Hyaa♡ N-not there! Nooo♡”
“Too bad!”
- Shluuuurp!
“Hooook♡ I-it’s piercing through…♡”
The massive member, comparable in length to her entire arm and nearly as thick as her wrist, began mercilessly ravaging the princess’s rectum.
Slippery!
Second Princess Cheong-hye seemed to use an even lower-viscosity oil than General Lee Cheong-ha; even without much force, her trembling hips allowed it to slide in easily.
- Thud! Thud!
“Huk♡ Kkbt♡”
Just before reaching the end of her rectum, it encountered something on the vaginal side.
‘That must be the princess’s fist…’
Rather than continuing to stimulate the end of her fragile rectum, I decided to focus on the area where her fist could be felt through the intestinal and vaginal walls.
‘Narrow and shallow range of motion, but fast.’
- Swish! Swish! Swish!
- Squeeze!
“Kyaaang♡ I-it reached the fist! Huuook♡”
After rubbing the area where the fist bones could be felt with the shaft in a circular motion around the urethra and then thrusting, results began to show little by little.
- Squelch!
The princess’s fist, crushed beneath my shaft, had withdrawn about half an inch (roughly 1.5 cm) from the vaginal entrance.
“Kkuhuuut♡ It hurts! It hurts♡”
The princess let out a scream that could have been either pain or pleasure.
“Pain is youth! Relax! Here comes the real deal!”
- Press!
This time, I pressed down with all my strength on the princess’s fist through the intestinal and vaginal walls.
“Oooook♡”
- Splaash!
The princess’s vagina, already stretched to its limit, opened even wider.
- Pop!
- Splurt! Spluuuurt!
With a refreshing, carbonated-like sound, the princess’s fist finally came free.
“Hwaaaang♡”
Feeling a twinge of pity for the princess who could no longer speak and only wept, I refrained from ejaculating inside her rear hole and pulled out.
“Kkut♡”
When I laid her on the bed, her vagina—now a complete mess—twitched and gaped wide enough to fit her fist again, in stark contrast to her still-cute face.
- Shluuurp!
The moment I saw that hole, the Meat Dragon changed its destination.
“Huuut♡ Take it out♡ Pull it out♡ Uuung?♡”
To the princess lying beneath me, looking up with pitiful eyes and begging, I calmly warned her that if she didn’t practice tightening now, her vagina would stay loose forever and she’d leak urine for the rest of her life.
“…So squeeze your pussy tight, Princess.”
“Hugut♡ I-I can’t help it… Cheong-hye will… squeeze tight?♡”
After helping the princess train her vaginal muscles—something she had never needed before—and cumming inside her a few more times, followed by aftercare, it was already past the Ox hour (1–3 a.m.) when I finally entered the Empress Dowager’s chambers.
Since no candles were lit, I assumed she was asleep and only intended to glance at her, but—
- Grab!
The Empress Dowager was awake on the bed, staring at me as if she wanted to devour me whole.
“Didn’t I tell you that this palace cannot sleep without your Meat Dragon!? Hmm?♡ Tonight you’ll have to give me six—no, seven shots!”
The Empress Dowager only fell asleep with a satisfied expression, still impaled on my shaft, when dawn was breaking. Yet she woke after an unexpectedly short rest, her face refreshed, and left the Empress Dowager’s palace.