From Behind
We hadn't managed to have sex much at all lately.
On the road, the daily training alone left both of us completely wrecked by nightfall. And even after we arrived in Shaanxi, we'd been too swamped finding a house, converting the wagon, and getting the business ready to even think about it.
But all of that was over now. We had a house of our own. The food cart was ready. And once my mind finally settled, a certain kind of leisure crept back in all on its own.
I caught Baek Ri-seol by the wrist and drew her toward the inner room.
"Ga-ga?"
"Let's inspect the bed."
Color bloomed across her face in an instant — but the corner of her mouth was already curling up.
"Oh my…"
Playing newlyweds for so long had apparently planted some strange fantasies in my head without my noticing. I picked up the white apron I'd laid out on the bed beforehand and held it out to her with a perfectly straight face.
"Seol-ah."
"Put this on. Nothing else."
Her eyes went round.
"…Why would I wear an apron over nothing, Ga-ga?"
I answered with the gravest expression I could muster.
"It's one of my oldest newlywed fantasies."
A brief silence settled over the room.
"Pfft…"
She couldn't hold it in. Laughter spilled out of her.
"…If it's my husband's wish."
She took the apron strings in her hands and looked up at me, her face already flushed. Then, very slowly, she began to undress, one piece at a time.
A soft rustle — light fabric slid down and pooled on the floor.
Afternoon sunlight filtered gently through the window. In that warm glow, her pale, bare body was almost dazzling to look at.
No matter how many times I saw her, that tiny frame never stopped being astonishing. For all the food I piled on her, there wasn't a scrap of extra flesh anywhere. On the days she really overdid it, her belly would puff out like a little tadpole's — and by the next morning it would be gone, as if nothing had happened.
I let out a helpless little laugh. She really was an adorable woman.
In the end she couldn't bear my staring any longer. Ears burning red, she tied the apron on. That was all she wore.
Emblazoned across the front in large letters was Siksin Somyeon. I'd had it custom-made — our shop's staff uniform.
I pressed a feather duster into her hand.
"Now start cleaning with that."
She stared at me, her face a picture of sheer disbelief.
"Just like that?"
I nodded with complete seriousness.
"Cleaning the newlywed home is important."
"The outfit, even more so."
She glared at me for a moment, then finally sighed in surrender.
"…Pervert."
But she turned around obediently all the same. And then she actually started cleaning.
A soft scrape of bristles. Wearing nothing but the apron, she dusted the windowsill, ran her hand along the top of the wardrobe, and began tidying every corner of the room.
The problem was that she turned out to be far more diligent than I'd expected. The embarrassment on her face faded as she focused, giving way to something earnest.
"There's so much dust over here…"
"Ga-ga, do we have any more rags?"
I propped my chin on my hand at the edge of the bed and watched her, thoroughly content.
She took a wet rag, dropped to her knees on the floor, and bent forward to start mopping.
I lost the ability to speak for a moment.
Right in front of me, beneath the hem of that apron, her bright, bare backside filled my entire field of view. Every time she put her weight into pushing the rag forward, her inner thighs parted just slightly — and between them, a glimpse of pink flesh began to show, precarious and vivid.
Red Hare was already celebrating. This had been that bastard's plan all along.
She still had no idea what she looked like. She was just mopping the floor with complete sincerity.
A scrape. Another scrape.
With every pass of the rag, the pale swell of her breasts swayed and bounced beneath the apron. And with the motion, the small cherries at the tips of that moon-pale flesh threatened to slip into view.
I had already lost myself in the sight of her. And by the time I came back to my senses, I was naked too — Red Hare standing at full, magnificent attention beside me.
Baek Ri-seol, still mopping away, nearly jumped out of her skin when she felt my breath suddenly press in between her thighs.
"Kyaa—!"
She jolted hard.
"W-what are you doing, Ga-ga?!"
Instead of answering, I buried my nose deeper between her cheeks and drew in a long, serious breath.
"Mm."
I murmured it low.
"A truly excellent newlywed-bride scent."
"Ga-ga!"
Her face went scarlet — and then she burst into helpless giggles.
I held her by the waist and said, still low,
"Attend to your housework, wife."
She twisted around to look at me, incredulous, then gave up entirely and went back to mopping.
"You really are a strange man…"
And yet the corner of her mouth wouldn't come down. She was enjoying this too — that much was obvious. She started stealing glances at me, and little by little she began adjusting her posture, making it more shameless. She bent her waist lower. She pushed her hips a little farther back. Even the way she dragged the rag grew deliberately, unnecessarily slow.
I snorted a laugh. Looks like she was starting to lose it too.
And then, at some point, a sheen like clear dew had gathered along her inner thighs, gleaming faintly in the sunlight.
I looked down at the floor with a perfectly solemn face.
"Tut, tut, wife."
"There's water pooling on the floor here."
She went red all the way to the tips of her ears.
"…You're actually awful."
She hurriedly scrubbed at the wet spot on the floor. But it was already too late. The clear fluid was still tracing a slow path down her thighs.
I clicked my tongue softly at the sight.
"The cleaning is unsatisfactory."
She finally snapped and flung the wet rag at me.
"That's your fault, Ga-ga!"
I sidestepped the incoming rag without much effort, then seized her backside in both hands.
"A negligent young wife," I said, laughing low, "requires punishment."
And with that, I spread her open.
A wet sound — and there it was. Tender pink flesh, laid bare, the soaked interior exposed without a shred of mercy in the afternoon light.
She sucked in a breath.
"Ga-ga…"
She murmured it, face burning.
"…I think you're getting more perverted by the day."
Instead of answering, I pressed my nose straight against that flushed, glistening flesh and breathed in.
"And do you dislike that?"
She flinched — but shook her head, just barely.
"…Even so."
"…I like you, Ga-ga."
I chuckled.
"I like you even more."
My nose had already given way to my tongue.
Bent over on the floor with her hips spread wide, Baek Ri-seol began to come undone under it — thoroughly, relentlessly.
A wet sound. A slow, greedy pull.
The more insistent my tongue became, the more the wetness gathering beneath her grew. Clear fluid spread in a gleaming pool across the already-damp floor.
"Hah…!"
Her waist shuddered hard.
I gripped her thighs and pushed my tongue deeper. And in that instant, she twisted around all at once.
"This is all your fault."
Flushed and glaring, she grabbed Red Hare in her hand.
"You're the one who did this to our Ga-ga…"
She bit down on it, just a little, as if she'd been personally wronged.
"Ow…"
Honestly, it barely hurt. That thing could probably take a decent hit of sword qi at this point.
She flinched, then immediately started stroking it with a guilty look.
"Sorry…"
"…Did unnie bite you too hard?"
Red Hare gave a smug little twitch, as if it had been waiting for the apology. Completely spoiled. She was treating it like a beloved pet.
I snorted, half in disbelief.
"You're looking after that thing now, too?"
She muttered it with her cheeks pink.
"It's a part of you, Ga-ga…"
"…I've gotten attached to it."
And then, without warning, she shoved me down by the shoulders until I was flat on my back.
"Wh—hey?"
She settled on her stomach beside me and began stroking Red Hare with her fingertips — slowly, carefully, as if it might break.
"That's it… good boy."
"You worked hard today, too."
A soft kiss. Another. Then her hot tongue began to wind around it, unhurried and thorough.
"Hah…"
A long breath slipped out of me before I could stop it.
She was tending to Red Hare with genuine, painstaking care. Every brush of her tongue-tip sent a twitch rolling through it.
"M-me too…"
Breathing hard, I pulled her waist back toward me — and slowly drew the most private part of her up over my face.
She swallowed.
"Ga-ga…"
I grinned. My favorite position.
Sixty-nine.
Before long, our hot breath was tangled together.
"Well then — here we go, wife."
Half out of her mind from the overload of pleasure, Baek Ri-seol was just lying there on the floor, panting. I scooped her up in one motion and set her down on the bed. The plush mattress rocked hard. Then I turned her over, slowly, until she was on her stomach, and took my place behind her, looking down at the round lift of her hips.
She clutched the blanket in both fists, her face burning.
"This position…"
"…it's so indecent."
Her voice trembled on the words.
"I feel like an animal…"
I laughed under my breath.
"That's what makes it better."
A sharp smack — I brought my palm down lightly across her backside.
"Anh…"
Her waist jerked. A red handprint bloomed vividly across all that white skin.
The moment I saw it, something dark and hungry stirred slowly to life inside me.
Smack. Smack. My hand grew a little rougher.
"Ah — ahn…!"
"Ga-ga… that hurts…"
Of course it didn't actually hurt. To a Peak-realm master like her, a bare palm with no internal energy behind it wouldn't even register as a tickle. But she was fully immersed in the mood, and the voice spilling out of her was genuinely teary.
I turned my head and looked at the floor where she'd been writhing just moments ago. A gleaming, generous wetness, sparkling in the sunlight. The cleaning had been a complete failure.
I chuckled and took hold of her hips again.
"Look over there."
"Shouldn't a young wife who slacks on her cleaning be taught a lesson?"
She looked at the mess she'd made on the floor with a woeful face.
"…You're actually the worst."
I slowly stroked the handprint-reddened curve of her backside. Then I pressed Red Hare against her.
A deep, wet push —
Her whole body jerked hard. And then a fierce, relentless rhythm from behind began in earnest.
A heavy creak. Another. The brand-new bed started to rock violently.
"G-Ga-ga…"
Face-down on the mattress, she could barely even breathe.
"This position… it's too embarrassing…"
I gripped her waist hard and said it low.
"Stay still."
Then I reached forward and gathered a fistful of her hair. A short moan tore out of her. Red Hare gave a deeply satisfied twitch — I could feel the thing's pleasure as clearly as my own.
I started moving my hips in earnest, rough and unrestrained. A wet, slapping rhythm filled the room, and the bed kept shaking.
"Hah… hah…!"
She was gasping, her face completely gone, barely holding on to a single thought.
The pace was far harder than usual, and the position made it feel as though she were being taken completely from behind. Maybe it was the shame of it — she couldn't seem to gather herself at all.
I huffed a laugh. Yeah. Getting taken from behind was a pretty intense thing here in the Central Plains.
"Ga-ga… I'm going to die."
She thrashed against the mattress, her face nearly in tears. But I had her waist locked in a hard grip, and from behind I had her completely.
A wet slam. Another. Every rough jolt sent her body bouncing up off the bed.
Honestly, the sense of control in this position was incredible. And more than that — her reactions were so much more intense than usual.
"I… I think I'm going to pass out…"
I gave her hair a light tug and laughed under my breath.
"Then pass out."
A heavy thrust. Another. The motion grew rougher still, until the entire bed was shaking like it had lost its mind.
"Hah…!"
"My head's… going white…"
In the end her whole body started to convulse. Her thighs trembled uselessly. She couldn't even keep a breath going. She was right on the edge of losing consciousness entirely.
And in that same moment, I felt my own end rushing up.
"I'm coming!!"
I seized her slack hips hard and drove in as deep as I could go.
A thick, pulsing surge — hot seed poured into her, deep and unstopping. And soon what she couldn't hold inside began to spill slowly back out, a white trail running down that tender pink flesh.
I stared down at it, breathing hard, a little dazed. Honestly, it was my favorite moment of all.
Another slow pulse. Another. With each of her breaths, a little more of what remained inside slipped free.
Red Hare was twitching in fine, exhausted shudders, thoroughly satisfied. I was too. Immensely so.
God, I could pass out right here…
I pulled her wrecked, trembling body roughly into my arms and let sleep take me under.
It was the sweetest afternoon nap I had ever had.
