Cheonsol's Education (3)

Cheonsol felt the scorching rush of his seed flooding deep inside her.

Vampirs, whose blood ran cold, loved warmth. They recoiled from blistering heat, but a gentle, steady warmth was something they could not help but crave. Most of their prey ran warmer than a Vampir's own body, so it was only natural that evolution would favor those who found comfort in heat — a trait that made hunting easier.

The first time she had felt Yohan's body heat and the heat of his seed, she had thought it scalding. But after rubbing against him more times than she could count, she had grown used to it. Lan-lan-i, her half-Vampir daughter, was pleasantly warm too — yet she could never compare to the husband to whom Cheonsol had given her heart.

"How fine this is…"

Cheonsol closed her eyes and savored the sensation of his seed churning through her depths. A member as thick as the hilt of her own sword filled her completely, and the happiness of it was almost too much to bear.

"That good, huh? Your nipples are standing straight up."

"Thy vulgar tongue is most unwelcome."

"It's primitive. That's what makes it hotter."

Cheonsol glared at her childish husband. It did nothing. The Mad Demon only ever listened when force was applied; a look alone produced the opposite of the intended effect.

His member has grown even larger.

If that was the side effect, she would welcome it gladly. Cheonsol pulled him tight against her. The warmth — somewhere between gentle heat and true fire — soaked pleasantly into her cold body.

"Mad Demon. Thou art truly warm."

Holding the Mad Demon himself is better still than the mere warmth of his body.

She did not voice that thought. She had already said far too many embarrassing things in the grip of pleasure; speaking this one aloud would take more courage still.

"You're nice and cool, Cheonsol. Spring's already here, and next comes summer—"

Yohan cut himself off mid-sentence.

Does the Divine Realm even get summer after spring?

According to what Sophia had told him before, the seasons did not arrive in sequence. They shifted at the whim of the game operators.

"…In summer, I'm gonna have to hold you tight the whole time. Stay cool that way."

"And this lady is to stew to death in thy embrace, is that it?"

"Sophia-nim's building a river for the ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Lamia, right? We can dunk our feet in it. Or just jump in together."

"Thou hast the matter entirely backwards."

"I just want to be with you, that's all."

"Hmph."

Cheonsol clenched her lower body. The sudden pressure wrung a groan from Yohan.

"Whoa — you just clamped down hard. That happy about it?"

"It is a punishment."

"If this is punishment, I'll take it for the rest of my life. Want me to say more? Cheonsol, you're beautiful. Cheonsol, you're cute. Cheonsol, you're adorable."

"Cease at once!"

Cheonsol could not endure the secondhand embarrassment and raised her voice. Her own face, reflected in Yohan's eyes, looked distinctly flushed.

I cannot simply lie here and lose like this.

Intercourse was an act performed by man and woman together. Yohan held the initiative, but with enough effort Cheonsol could seize it for herself. She was a woman who had climbed from the lowest station to the highest — a living legend. When it came to a fight, she was confident.

And against someone she knew so well? All the more so.

"Know thy enemy and know thyself, and thou shalt not fear a hundred battles."

"Out of nowhere? Hngh—!"

Cheonsol bore down with her inner walls. A martial artist's refined senses made possible what no ordinary woman could manage. She worked her passage the way she circulated qi through a technique, and Yohan's member registered against her with startling clarity — as if she had been handling an object through gloves and had suddenly peeled them off. The shape of his shaft, the veins standing proud along it… She pressed her flesh flush against him, then released, writhing her muscles in deliberate waves until his thrusting gradually slowed.

"Wait — Cheonsol. A little slower…"

"Mad Demon. This lady even learned the arts of the bedroom for thy sake. Ought thou not return the favor and please her in kind?"

Cheonsol wore a mocking smile. The expression — a direct jab at a man's pride — was all the provocation Yohan needed.

"I wasn't gonna use this, but…"

"Surely thou dost not mean to use that skill? This lady yields! She was wrong!"

Cheonsol thrashed desperately. Of course she ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠enjoyed sex. The pleasure that rose until her head spun whenever her sensitive places were stimulated was wonderful.

But that skill is far too much!

Pleasure had its limits. When that skill took hold of her, every drop of strength drained from her body, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠and for days afterward nothing but thoughts of Yohan filled her mind. It was the highest pleasure a woman could taste. The problem was that Cheonsol's body wanted it.

"Hold still!"

Yohan pinned her down playfully. The pressure was so light she could have thrown him off with the barest effort — yet she could not bring herself to resist.

"Gently… do it gently…"

In the end, Cheonsol could only murmur the words shyly and turn her face away. The bashful look on a woman who had always been so strong struck Yohan square in the heart.

"Impregnating."

"But sex is still fine, right?"

Yohan took that to mean sex was still on the table.

Even better.

Every man's dream: pleasure without responsibility.

He thought he heard someone sigh somewhere, but in the middle of sex with Cheonsol he had no bandwidth for trivialities. While he was at it, he activated Firetruck Game as well — and instantly he knew exactly where Cheonsol's erogenous zones were and which acts would drive her wildest.

Following pure instinct, Yohan flipped her over. The shaft buried inside her twisted a half-turn and then settled, wringing out a strange, exquisite pleasure.

"Hwaaaah—!"

Cheonsol felt the same jolt and gasped, overwhelmed. The stimulation was so intense ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠her mind went blank for a moment. Only belatedly did she realize the position had changed. She flailed her arms in desperation.

"Mad Demon! This posture is far too shameful! Does this lady not look like a beast?!"

"That's the whole point of doggy style. Keep fighting me and you'll get punished."

"So this is what they call doggy style? To this lady, the position itself is the punishment! Cease—"

Smack!

"Hnnngh!!!"

Cheonsol's head snapped up. She analyzed what had just happened to her.

He… struck my backside?

In all her life, no one had ever slapped her rear. She had been cut by blades and pierced by spears in life-or-death duels more times than she could count — but a bare palm striking bare flesh was a first.

"…"

"Liked that? Then here's another."

Smaaack!

"Hyaaaaah!!"

Light flashed before Cheonsol's eyes. Strength fled her waist and she buried her face in the bed. Her hips, by contrast, rose higher than before. The lingering heat stinging her backside scrambled her clear mind into chaos.

"You really do like it. Cheonsol, you're a masochist."

"Haaah… what in the world is happening to this lady…"

"What's happening is you just discovered a kink where getting your ass spanked makes you drip."

"This lady would never—"

She denied it at once, but Cheonsol already knew the truth. She was a pervert who got aroused from being spanked.

"No. It is only because it is thee that it feels good. Had it been anyone else's hand, this lady would have felt nothing but displeasure."

"Bad girls who lie get punished."

Yohan's arm rose. Cheonsol caught herself anticipating it.

How can this be…

She braced for the coming pleasure — but only for a moment. Yohan bounced his hips in sharp, rhythmic thrusts, striking deep inside her. Caught off guard, Cheonsol's body collapsed again. Yohan seized the opening and spanked her rear.

Slap! Smaaack! Slap-slap!

Not once this time, but over and over — off-beat, so she could not adapt.

"Hyaaaaaaaaah!!"

Assailed at both her entrance and her backside at once, Cheonsol climaxed. The cry was so loud she briefly fretted that the children might hear — then the wave of pleasure washed the worry away. Right now, she wanted only to focus on the act itself. She clenched around him and began to roll her hips.

It was no simple circling of the rear. The subtle principles of footwork used to evade an enemy's strikes were woven into the motion. Martial arts included bedroom techniques as well — the color arts — and the essence of Cheonsol's own footwork transformed into a color art that tormented Yohan.

"Kh—"

Yohan pushed through pleasure so fierce his waist trembled and his thighs seized with cramps, and he kept thrusting. He no longer had the leisure for playful spanking. He gripped her pelvis hard and drove his hips so fiercely the flesh of her rear rippled with every impact.

"Hngh. Hnnn. Hyaaaaang!!!"

"Hoo… hoooo…"

Neither of them had breath left for words. They poured everything into the sex. A transcendent martial artist of the Profound Realm and a superhuman bearing the Iron Man physique, both drenched in sweat from the ferocity of it.

At last, Yohan's climax began.

Spurt, spurt—

"Hnnnngh…"

"!!!"

The scorching seed flooding the deepest reaches of her womb left Cheonsol senseless. She lay still and obediently took every drop. When he finished and withdrew, Yohan sank onto the bed as well — then high-fived her still-trembling rear.

Slap.

"Hyeek!"

"That was great."

Yohan stared blankly at the entrance still dribbling seed in little pulses. The pale flesh unique to a Vampir. The slightly parted crimson opening. And the seed beading out drop by drop.

"Can't hold back. Round two."

"Wait — just a little rest—"

"Hey, Cheonsol. Going in."

"Hnnnngh!"

Their night ran deep.

In the children's room, Lan-lan-i, Evni, Lulu, and the skeleton had their ears pressed flat against the door.

"Guys. Can you hear?"

"Mm…"

I can hear clearly. My friend Lara says she can hear too.

Lan-lan-i had trained in martial arts, so her hearing was sharp. Evni, who carried the blood of elves with their keen senses, was no different. Lulu possessed a body much like a human's, but she did not take in sound through a single sense alone. She also perceived it through the spiritual energy saturating the world and through physical vibration.

"Mama and the Mad Demon get along so well. Lan-lan-i also…"

"I…"

"Evni's still too little. You've gotta grow up big like Lan-lan-i first!"

Lan-lan-i stroked Evni's head with a smug air. Evni thought to herself that she wanted to become an adult as soon as possible.

I'm a little disappointed. Mama and Papa used to just show us everything when I was still an egg. Why do they hide it now that I've hatched?

Lan-lan-i and Evni both flinched at the same time. They, too, had heard things while still in their eggs — but their vision had not yet developed, and their consciousness had been far too faint to form clear memories.

"Lulu remembers all of it?"

Of course. Shall I explain?

"Little sister…"

A little sister must listen to her big sisters. Understood. I'll tell you everything.

Cradling the skeleton in her arms, Lulu began her sex-ed lecture.