Cold Night Breeze
The guy who'd fallen into the trap dug by the demon's minions was mangled all over, pushed right to the brink of death. Fortunately, that's when I burst onto the scene—I'd been tracking the same demon in the area.
Blood-soaked hands clenched around a broken sword, he was radiating murderous intent, determined to drag at least one more bastard down with him. I liked that desperate, furious glare in his eyes, so I saved his ass. Hell, I even taught him how to jam a blade into his enemy's throat myself and set the whole stage for it.
He personally lopped off his foe's head, bathed head to toe in blood, swore his life to me in undying loyalty, and he's been living here in the Garden of Salvation for me ever since.
But that's all. After that, the only thing I've done as his master is grind him down to make him stronger.
My eyes never lie. It means there's an instinct buried in that icy expression that matches you perfectly.
At Ria's firm declaration, I fiddled with my knife and let out a scoff.
Iris must've felt my gaze—she turned to look at me. "..."
Suddenly, my stoic disciple's blank face struck me as oddly intriguing.
Late into the night, I headed to the balcony on the third floor. Breathing in the cool night air, I gazed out over the sprawling vista of the Garden of Salvation. The serene nightscape was peaceful. Man, after so long away, nothing beats coming home.
Hey, honestly? Kinda surprised me. The way you handle women, I figured you'd have at least three or four wives or concubines stashed in this mansion. This is really your place? You got some secret hideout for your mistresses or something?
I'll fill it up from now on.
Crazy... I don't even remember what your 100% self looks like, but maybe this time I will.
As Ria and I traded banter, there came a soft knock-knock from the glass door behind me.
She's here. I turned and flung the door open. Two maids who'd escorted Marina noona bowed politely to me before vanishing swiftly down the hall.
Left alone, Marina noona stood hesitantly at the balcony entrance. The thick robe draped over her shoulders slipped to the floor in a silken cascade—courtesy of the maids, no doubt—revealing a sheer, provocative black lace negligee that left nothing to the imagination.
Moonlight kissed her pale skin and dizzying curves, hitting me square in the eyes.
"Th-the maids kept insisting I wear this..."
I reached out a hand, and noona shuffled timidly onto the balcony. But at the dizzying drop of the third-floor view and the chill night breeze, she flinched and gripped the railing like a lifeline.
I approached slowly from behind, wrapping my arms around her waist.
"Scared? Just hold on tight—you won't fall, I promise. Pretty view, huh?"
I buried my lips in the nape of her frightened white neck, whispering low as I breathed hot against her trembling skin, forcing her to take in the open vista.
"Eek... Y-yeah, it's stunning. Those lights down there are twinkling..."
"But forget the nightscape. You're way prettier—and sexier—shivering in my arms."
"S-Sian..."
The maids' choice of outfit was spot-on. My cock was already throbbing against the thin fabric barely containing her voluptuous body.
"You did this to me, noona. Take care of it right here."
"R-right here...? Outside...? What if someone sees, Sian...?"
Noona fidgeted, glancing desperately at the balcony door.
Leaning casually against the railing, I chuckled.
"No one's coming. And even if they did, this is my mansion—who's gonna say shit? C'mon, noona. Be a good girl."
At my words, noona surrendered, slowly sinking to her knees on the floor.
Zip—!
My pants dropped, and the cool air hit my cock with a refreshing chill.
"Nothing yet and it's already... so huge..."
"You come out looking that slutty—how could it not get hard? Open up."
"Smack... slurp... schluck"
Starting with tentative kisses, the balcony soon echoed with lewd, wet sounds.
"Nngh... haa, the breeze is cold out here, but your mouth's so hot—it feels amazing."
I stroked and tousled her hair, murmuring my pleasure.
"Mmph, schluck... smack... Sian's is hot too, feels so good..."
"Hoo... yeah, roll your tongue tip around it more."
"Hmm...! Smack, suck, schluuuurp..."
Matching her rhythm, I started thrusting my hips gently. As I picked up speed, noona tightened her lips and matched my pace.
"Smack! Slurp, schluuurp...!"
The building pleasure made me cup her head softly.
"Haa... this is the best. You're the only woman who'd serve me like this out in the open."
"Mmph, schluck... mmph... Sian, ah..."
"Keep sucking me off like this from now on, got it?"
At my sweet whisper, noona looked up with wet eyes and redoubled her passionate efforts.
"Hoo, noona... hold on just a sec."
A spark of sadism flared; I gripped the back of her head firmly and yanked her toward me.
"Schluck, smack! Mmph, mmph...!"
I rammed deep into her throat relentlessly, snapping my hips rough.
"Guh... kkh... kkh..."
Noona gagged in pain but didn't pull away.
"Gonna cum, noona!"
Her eager throat clenching pushed me over—thick ropes flooded her mouth.
"Cough, mmph... gulp, haa..."
Choking and gasping, she swallowed every drop down her throat.
Her throat bobbed visibly, and she even licked the spill from her lips—that obscene face...
"Haa... you were fucking perfect."
I couldn't help but praise her.
"Haa, haa... Sian..."
Tears beaded at her eyes, wickedly alluring,
and her panting voice dripped with sticky lust.
"We're doing more right here."
"Noona, it's chilly out with that thin outfit—you're freezing. Let's head inside. Don't wanna catch a cold."
I hastily tucked myself away, scooped her waist, and lifted her lightly.
I leaned against the roof, staring at the night sky.
A strange unease gnawed at my chest.
Master bringing in some nameless village woman. And that smile at dinner I'd never seen before.
I regulated my breathing at steady intervals to suppress the unnecessary emotion of turmoil.
"You did this to me, noona. Take care of it right here."
Master's voice drifted from the third-floor balcony.
I instinctively erased my presence. The breathing technique that had even fooled demon senses in the past. I crept silently closer and peered down.
My thoughts froze.
The woman named Marina was on her knees, pulling down Master's pants.
And there it was—Master's cock.
Nothing like the crude depictions in pictures or romance novels. It was massive, rugged, pulsing with life.
...That's Master's.
Smack, schluuurp.
Her lips enveloped it, licking upward. Sticky slurps and Master's groans burrowed into my ears.
Thump. Thump!
My heart, calm in any situation, began to race.
Soon after, she took all of Master's seed, and the act paused.
But Master lifted her.
Heading to his room. With that woman... all the way.
Instinct told me this wasn't over.
I kicked off the roof railing, launching into the air.
Target: past the third-floor balcony, to the outer wall of Master's second-floor bedroom.
No need for ropes or magic. Just the fingertip and toe strength honed hunting demons let me scale the cracks in the wall.
I landed silently on the second-floor bedroom balcony in seconds.
The room inside was still dark, unlit.
I cracked the window open, parting the curtain just a finger's width.
Perfect view of the bed.
I closed the window again, crouching into the shadows. Heart rate minimized to the extreme, breath silenced entirely.
Any moment now, Master would enter through that door.
Soon, the door opened. Master entered the dark room, carrying the woman.
He tossed her roughly onto the bed like prey.
The mattress bounced; clothes from Master and the woman hit the floor.
Then, like a beast, he mounted the bed and showered her with intense kisses.
Gulp.
My throat burned dry.
"Ah, mmph...! Haa, Sian...!"
Her shrill moans filtered bluntly through the thick glass. Unlike the muffled sounds from the balcony—these were unrestrained bursts of pleasure in the sealed space.
Finally, Master's massive cock plunged into her.
The huge bed rocked rhythmically. I forgot to breathe, eyes wide.
I burned into my mind every detail: the flexing back muscles as he ravaged her body, the roll of his shoulders, the veins bulging in his tensed calves.
Not the motions of killing foes on the battlefield—this was raw life exploding.
"Haah, mmph! Ungh...!"
"Hoo..."
The bed's violent shaking slowed.
With Master's low groan, their bodies merged as one and stilled. He kissed her forehead, pulled her into his arms, lay beside her, and drew the covers over.
Calm returned to the storm-ravaged bedroom.
I'd seen enough. More than I should have.
I lingered on their peaceful forms. Heat swirled in my chest, but not here.
Silently, I gripped the balcony railing and leaped back to my room.