The Shaking Bed
As I held my breath and waited in silence, the soft sound of Iris landing lightly on the third-floor veranda soon reached my ears.
Next came the hurried scrape of a window sliding shut, the sharp creak of a closet door flying open, and the rustle of pants being yanked off and tossed aside. Then a wet, obscene sucking noise sliced through the quiet like a blade.
I cautiously peeked my head around the partition to survey the scene. Iris sat perched on the edge of the bed, the silver pendant clutched in her mouth as she sucked on it with devoted care.
“Slurp… lick.”
She soon pulled the saliva-drenched pendant free and pressed it against her clit over her underwear, rubbing in slow, deliberate circles.
“Haaah… hng.”
Every time the pendant glided across her dampening panties, Iris’s hips gave a tiny, involuntary shiver. The friction grew bolder, and her breathing climbed into hot, ragged gasps.
“Haaang… hng… ahh…”
The moans spilling from my usually prim and upright disciple were maddeningly erotic.
Apparently reaching her limit with the teasing friction, Iris crawled fully onto the bed, lifted her ass high, and pressed her chest to the sheets.
Then, rubbing her panties with frantic intensity, she murmured in a feverish voice.
“Haaang… I want it inside me… but I can’t… my first time has to belong to Master…”
Watching her like this—hips raised in desperate need, using me inside her filthy fantasies with such blind, depraved devotion—made my cock swell so hard it felt ready to burst.
She was right. I stripped off every piece of clothing in silence and moved toward the bed.
I covered Iris from behind while she was lost in rubbing herself without pause.
“Kyaa?! M-Master…?”
Her eyes widened in panic, pupils trembling violently.
“Since when?”
I asked calmly, gripping her lower body with both hands to pin her in place. My massively swollen cock found the entrance of her pussy—already slick and dripping—and lined up perfectly.
“That’s… hng…!”
Before she could finish, I drove my entire length inside her with one merciless thrust.
“That’s… ah! Aaaaah! Ooooh…♡!”
The moment Iris realized the thing splitting her narrow walls apart was her beloved Master’s cock, she clapped both hands over her mouth.
A tearing pain must have flashed through her at first, but the overwhelming ecstasy of finally being claimed by the man she had longed for seemed to drown it out completely.
“Iris. Are you okay?”
“……”
She could only pant, too overwhelmed to speak.
“You answer when your Master asks you a question.”
I pulled my hips back slowly, then slammed in again with a wet squelch.
“Haaaaang!!”
Only then did she seem to regain her senses.
“Ahhng! I-I don’t know…! Ang! From some point on…♡”
“Really? Then tell me how it feels right now.”
“I’m so happy…♡ Haaang, Master…”
I gripped her trembling waist and asked again. Her answer came back soaked in pleasure.
“Good. I was worried I might have forced you.”
“Nooo! I’ve wanted this for so long! Please keep going—ah, aahng!”
Iris shook her head desperately, begging. I tightened my hold on her pelvis and began thrusting in earnest, picking up speed.
Squelch. Thrust! Slap! Slap! Thrust!!
“Why were you peeking into my room so hard earlier? Did you really want to watch me and Noona rolling around together that badly?”
“Aah! Hng! Th-that’s… Master… haaang! With another woman… ahng!”
I yanked her hips back harder and drove upward.
“Don’t mumble. Answer me properly.”
“When I saw you with that auntie… hng! It made me so wet down there I couldn’t stand it… aaaahng♡!”
“Were you jealous of Marina Noona? You didn’t curse at her or anything, right?”
At my pointed question, her inner walls clamped down like a vice.
“No… it’s not like that…”
“Sounds like a lie. Is it okay to lie to your Master?”
Smack! Slap!
I spanked her ass sharply while rolling my hips.
“Aaaahk! Haaang! Hnngg!”
Creak… squeeeak!
“Ooooh! Aang! Hng, haaaang♡”
Red handprints bloomed across her skin. Her juices ran down her thighs. Iris thrashed her head in ecstasy, crying out in shameless, broken moans.
“Ooh. I’m sorry… Yes, I said bad things about her…”
“Really? What did you say?”
“That she’s… vulgar and lewd…”
“Haha. But right now my disciple is being far more vulgar and lewd, isn’t she?”
“I’m sorry… But I’ll only ever be like this in front of you, Master… so please forgive me…”
Begging for mercy, Iris pushed her ass back eagerly and began rocking her own hips to match my rough rhythm.
Squelch, squish! “Aang, ah, haaaang♡”
Her inner walls squeezed my cock greedily, milking me with every stroke. The way she eagerly swallowed me to the hilt made it hard to believe she had been a virgin only minutes ago.
“Ooh, it’s so good… I love it so much♡”
She reached her limit quickly. Her head drooped, and a long string of saliva dripped from her lips.
“Aaaaaahng!! I’m—I’m coming♡”
Her pussy convulsed wildly, clamping down with such force it felt like it might snap me in half.
“Kuh…!”
The crushing, rhythmic pressure pushed me over the edge too. I gripped her waist, drove in deep, and unleashed everything I had while panting heavily.
“I’m cumming, Iris.”
“Please! Fill my womb with Master’s cum!!”
Holding her tightly, I pumped thick, boiling ropes of semen straight into her virgin womb for the first time.
Spurttt! Spurtttt!
“Aaaaaahng…!!”
Iris took every drop of my scorching heat, tongue lolling out as her whole body shuddered in violent orgasm.
“Haa… Haa…”
Overwhelmed by the most intense pleasure she had ever known, Iris lay limp on the bed, unable to move a single finger. She could only breathe in shallow, desperate gasps.
I stood up and fetched two damp towels.
After quickly cleaning myself, I returned to the bed. I gently spread her legs and began carefully wiping the mess from around her swollen, glistening folds.
“Huuuek…!”
The aftershocks must still have been rippling through her. The moment the cool cloth touched her skin, her shoulders quivered and a soft, pained moan escaped her lips.
“Stay still. I’ll just clean you up a little.”
I pressed lightly on her twitching hips and tenderly wiped away every sticky trace from her inner thighs and puffy red pussy.
It was strangely adorable to see my normally stoic disciple flinch and squirm helplessly at every brush of my fingers.
By the time I finished cleaning up—
Twelve percent?
Even I was stunned. A single round of sex had restored a full twelve percent of the energy.
When I slept with Marina Noona it had only been about three percent each time.
I looked down at Iris, still lying face-down and spent.
Did it feel that good?
Beyond the raw physical pleasure, the numbers proved how deep her affection ran. Seeing it with my own eyes stirred something strange and warm inside my chest.
The same disciple who had moaned like a whore beneath me now looked unbearably lovable and cute.
I reached out and stroked her ass for no reason at all.
“Hng.”
Even that tiny sound was adorable.
By the time I finished aftercare, Iris had already fallen into a soft, even sleep.
“Sleep well.”
I gently brushed the sweat-damp hair from her forehead, then pulled the blanket over her.
After one last look at my sleeping disciple’s peaceful face, I slipped out of the room and closed the door without a sound.
Leaving Iris behind, I returned to my second-floor room where Marina Noona was still asleep.
I wiped the lingering traces of sex from my body, then approached the bed. Noona was buried deep in the sheets that carried my scent, sleeping soundly without a clue.
She wasn’t wrong.
The first-floor dining room was warm and bright with sunlight.
Marina Noona and I sat side by side at the table, enjoying an early breakfast.
“Sian, here—say ‘ah.’”
Noona had glued herself to my side, leaning her shoulder against mine. She spread thick, sweet jam on a piece of bread and brought it straight to my lips.
“Good, right? Want another one?”
Ever since our date yesterday she had fallen completely in love, no longer hiding her sweet, syrupy affection.
While I happily accepted the bread, the dining-room door opened and Iris stepped inside.
She woke up early.
Her face was as blank and cold as ever.
But every step made her legs tremble faintly, and her stride was unusually narrow. No matter how well-trained her lower body was, after the pounding she had taken last night, the insides of her thighs had to be sore.
As Iris awkwardly pulled out a chair and tried to sit, her eyes met mine.
She froze.
The tiniest crack appeared in her iron-wall expression. Then, for a brief second, she looked at me with the same tender, heated gaze she had worn while panting beneath me last night.
“Oh my, Miss Iris. Why are you walking like that? Did you hurt yourself?”
Iris quickly stiffened her face back into perfect blankness.
“It’s nothing! I simply overdid sword training yesterday. My thigh muscles are a little strained, that’s all.”
“I see… Sit down quickly. The bread is delicious.”
As she lowered herself carefully into the chair, I added with a sly smile.
“You didn’t push yourself too hard, did you?”
Iris’s face tightened for a split second as she caught my meaning, then smoothed out again.
Unable to show anything openly in front of Noona, she sent me a sticky, yearning glance and answered.
“Not at all. I must continue to earn Master’s favor, after all.”
To Noona it would have sounded like nothing more than a diligent disciple’s devotion.
But between us, it carried an entirely different meaning.