Interlude: Namgung Serin & Wi Ha-young #1
Namgung Serin couldn't believe her ears. What the hell was this man saying? She was one of the Murim's Four Beauties, and she'd gone all out to seduce him, even giving him the choice—yet he wanted both of them? Her blood ran cold through every meridian at the sheer audacity. She couldn't forgive this. Not as a woman. Not as a martial artist. Not as a friend. And certainly not as his master.
I need to teach this insolent man a lesson.
With that thought, Namgung Serin shoved the man in front of her onto the bed. He lay there with a bewildered expression, but she couldn't care less. She swiftly sealed his pressure points to immobilize him.
"Mmph...!"
She stripped off her clothes.
You were supposed to undress me yourself, Geun-hyeop. What kind of woman has to do this herself? You're no man at all.
In truth, Namgung Serin had come prepared to consummate their union tonight. Seduction worked wonders on him, but he was so oblivious that she had to take the lead to go further. And now, with that brazen vixen Wi Ha-young showing up, her impatience had peaked. That fox was after Kim Geun-hyeop too. She wouldn't hand him over.
Your eyes should be on me, Geun-hyeop—not Wi Ha-young.
She'd steeled herself for this, only for him to choose both? Time to fix that wicked heart of his.
Thanks to you, I've become a lewd demoness. Turning a righteous martial beauty into a slut like this... You'll take responsibility, Geun-hyeop.
In the Central Plains, a woman taking the initiative like this was unthinkable. She'd be branded a seductress, no question. But Namgung Serin had made up her mind. Looking back, she'd liked him from the first impression. His sharp tongue appealed to her, and his personality wasn't bad. He was unlike anyone she'd met—like he didn't belong in this world. And he'd risked his life to save her. As a woman, repaying that debt with her body was only right. That thought had snowballed, evolving into a determination to claim him. Why not spend a lifetime together repaying the favor? For a woman, the grace of one who saves your life meant that much.
"Hoo."
Namgung Serin exhaled, now fully nude. The man's wide eyes were fixed on her body.
Throb, throb.
Sudden shame swallowed her whole. Knowing Geun-hyeop could see every inch of her naked form heated her chilled meridians.
This shame is on another level from subtle teasing. That lecherous gaze devouring my entire body... You're a true pervert, Geun-hyeop.
At the same time, she felt her jade gate growing slick.
Ngh... More nectar from my pussy... It's been getting wet so easily lately. Hurry up and take responsibility—what are you waiting for, Geun-hyeop?
Her juices flowed, making her lower lips slippery, her thighs tingling with electric need. It happened every time she was near him lately. Proof that her healthy martial artist's body craved him fiercely. It all started when she'd seen his massive cock during the Ha-dong capture. For a pure virgin like Namgung Serin, it was a shocking first sight, and pondering how to take something that huge had naturally turned to desire.
"Mmph...!"
She'd planned a tender, loving atmosphere, but now was the time for punishment. Steel in her resolve, Namgung Serin approached the bed without changing expression, lay beside him, and...
Smoothly stroked his swollen cock.
"Hngh!"
Hidden under his undergarments, she could feel it all. Namgung Serin gently caressed it, sensing the pulsing yang energy.
Damn it.
She couldn't hold back anymore. Namgung Serin reached with both hands and yanked off his undergarments. His lower body was now fully exposed—his cock thrusting upward toward its master.
Thump, thump.
Seeing that massive shaft, the urge to grip it surged. Namgung Serin gave in. It was hers anyway. Touching it was her prerogative.
Grip.
She wrapped her hand around Kim Geun-hyeop's cock.
Aah...!
Her heart felt like it would burst. It was as if her jade gate had flung wide open, nectar flooding out. Holding a man's cock with the hand meant for a sword—something she'd never imagined.
"Mmph, mmph...!"
She glanced at Geun-hyeop, acupoint-sealed and gripped. He looked in agony, softening her resolve a bit.
Am I being too harsh?
The thought flickered, but no. Tonight, he needed discipline.
"Geun-hyeop."
Namgung Serin said coldly.
"Such insolence. Wanting both of us? Hah. Is that what you say to my face?"
As she spoke...
She stroked his virgin-grip cock upward firmly, then slowly down, repeating.
Handjobbing a man herself—what demonesses did.
"You get this hard and still need two women?"
Feeling like a total slut, Namgung Serin kept squeezing the thick shaft up and down. Geun-hyeop's hips trembled visibly. He was clearly feeling it intensely from her hand.
So cute.
Imagining herself doing this, Namgung Serin thought of her own habits. As a healthy martial artist in her prime, she had urges—rubbing her pussy with fingers, slathering the nectar inside and out, quietly pleasuring herself.
He's probably jerked off plenty too. So this is fine.
She kept pumping his cock. It was getting fun; she couldn't stop.
Finally...
Splurt, splurt!
He came. Thick white semen erupted from the flushed glans.
Ah...
For a moment, Namgung Serin saw it like a white branch blooming. She stared at her semen-covered hand.
So much cum...
The scene was drenched in seconds.
His yang energy was overflowing like this. No wonder he was tormented. Maybe that's why he wanted two women... No.
Making him cum brought brief satisfaction and mercy, but no.
"You came. But this isn't over."
Namgung Serin kept stroking. Ignorant of such matters, she figured more was better.
Splurt, splurt!
He came again.
"Mmph...!"
"Tch, quiet."
Confidence growing, Namgung Serin felt free to do as she pleased. First, silence that noisy mouth.
Kissing.
Pressing lips together. She wanted that. Lying beside him, still handjobbing with one hand, she turned his head with the other and...
"Mmm."
She kissed Geun-hyeop, sealing their mouths.
"Mmm."
"Hng."
Kissing her beloved set her heart ablaze. Eyes closed, savoring the sensation, she rubbed her thighs together.
Squelch, squelch.
Her flooded pussy squelched, stimulating her.
"Hngh."
Nothing else mattered. The kiss intensified; her stroking hand sped up. Pleasure and excitement consumed her.
No, no more playing with his cock.
Geun-hyeop...!
Namgung Serin grabbed his face with both hands, kissing fiercely, tongues dancing. Kissing him like this made her heart race. She wanted to hug him tight, moaning his name.
Just then...
"Hm?"
A presence. Looking back, Wi Ha-young had climbed onto the bed, positioning herself between Geun-hyeop's legs.
"Geophwa Buyong...??"
"You do that."
"What?"
"I'll do this."
Wi Ha-young grabbed Geun-hyeop's cock. Namgung Serin frowned, feeling robbed—then...
Slurp.
Wi Ha-young took it in her mouth!
"Mmph...!"
The man who'd just kissed her bucked his hips at the new sensation, groaning.
S-she's sucking Geun-hyeop's cock with her mouth...!
Slurp, slurp.
Lewd sucking sounds filled the room. As Wi Ha-young's head bobbed, her massive breasts jiggled, pressing into the bed.
Slurp, slurp.
Namgung Serin was stunned.
How does she do that!
You could do it like that? Unconsciously, Namgung Serin touched her lips. Honestly, it looked delicious. She wanted to shove Geophwa Buyong aside and take over.
I wonder what Geun-hyeop's cum tastes like... But.
Then she noticed Wi Ha-young's awkwardness.
Her movements are clumsy. She's sucking hard, but it looks uncomfortable.
As a martial artist, Namgung Serin could spot inefficient motion. If she sucked him, it wouldn't be like that.
"Mmph...!"
Geun-hyeop groaned again. Irritation flared. I'm right here, and you're feeling that??
"Geun-hyeop. Is this the time for those noises? Unacceptable."
Namgung Serin seized his face again, forcing eye contact, then hugged his neck, ravaging his lips with full tongue assault. If Wi Ha-young sucked his cock, she'd distract him with her mouth—making him feel only her.
Either way, Kim Geun-hyeop—trapped between the two women, unable to move—was getting serviced from both ends.