The Defiant Widow Maid
Yoo Cheon-hyang stood there stripping naked right before their eyes. Watching her, Han Taeyang couldn't help but feel a flicker of genuine admiration deep inside. ...She didn't look like it at all... but damn, what a surprise...
She'd always worn ragged, patched-up clothes that hung off her frame. Even in the original story, she hadn't been a major character, and since she wasn't one of his targets to begin with, he'd paid her no real attention until now. This whole thing was more about breaking her will and silencing her than anything to do with her body.
But in this moment, as she bared herself completely, Yoo Cheon-hyang's figure seized his gaze in an instant. Firm eleven-shaped abs, subtle muscles rippling across her forearms, biceps, and throughout her body. She didn't have a macho vibe, but she evoked the image of a fit older sister who'd hit the gym religiously. And surprisingly, her breasts were quite ample too, which pleased him to no end.
Come to think of it, despite her somewhat carefree demeanor, she was a slave who did hard physical labor. It made sense that her body was more developed than most women's.
Discovering this unexpected allure, Han Taeyang found himself taking a real interest in Yoo Cheon-hyang for the first time. What started as just a way to control information... might turn into something worth pursuing for real.
With that eager anticipation, he slowly approached her as she knelt before him, utterly naked.
"Stay there and watch quietly."
"Yes... Master."
Lee So-young's response carried a hint of discomfort. Feeling a petty thrill at that, Han Taeyang reached out and gently caressed Yoo Cheon-hyang's chin.
"Ngh..."
Yoo Cheon-hyang trembled slightly for a moment. Sensing the thick unease radiating from her—and the undisguised contempt in her eyes even as she faced her "master"—filled him with an even deeper thrill. After all, the harder-won fruit always tasted sweeter.
The situation was different, but her tough, defiant attitude reminded him of those "kill me if you dare" knight heroines, stirring an unexpected surge of arousal. Knight... no, a knight-slave MILF... Found a keeper in the unlikeliest place.
Smiling at her—the source of this fresh delight with every new revelation—he slowly drew her chin closer.
And then.
*Smack.*
...Feels... gross.
The vivid, utterly repulsive sensation spread from her lips. Grimacing instinctively, Yoo Cheon-hyang desperately wished this nightmare would end quickly, as if her whole body were being licked by something vile. But despite that, she held onto a certain confidence deep in her heart.
Her hesitation in accepting this bet stemmed purely from the humiliation of betraying her chastity. No matter that she was a slave, she couldn't face her late husband and daughter if she did this.
But now that she'd sorted her feelings and accepted the wager, her mind felt surprisingly calm—aside from the filthy discomfort. Go ahead and try. No matter how impressive you are, you won't break me easily.
His massive cock looked intimidating enough to inspire terror. Her late husband's had been quite large too, but this man's seemed even bigger.
Yet hadn't she handled even her "Iron Bar" husband's without much trouble back in the day? Though imposing, she had confidence in this area.
Both she and her husband had been slaves doing manual labor for a living. Han Taeyang might have a naturally robust frame and an extraordinary cock, but there was a world of difference between someone who knew how to use their body and someone who didn't.
No matter how good the tool, if you can't wield it properly, it's useless... I held my own against my husband. You think I'd lose to some young punk half my age?
Yoo Cheon-hyang was thirty-five this year. Though he was the young master of the house, the barely twenty-year-old Han Taeyang looked like just a big, inexperienced boy to her.
On the other hand, she'd spent years with her Iron Bar husband after his death—well, until he passed—milking him dry, even bearing a child. Sure, she'd played those weird games with the lady of the house, which had left her a bit thirsty, but that was beside the point.
The more she thought about it, the less she believed she'd lose this bet. In fact, she planned to wring this immature kid dry.
Reaching out, she gripped Han Taeyang's body firmly. He'd just finished the kiss and was fondling her breasts—now a bold smile spread across her lips as she seized his hand.
"!"
"No need for this teasing foreplay. Just shove it in."
"Ho..."
Turning her back to him, Yoo Cheon-hyang provocatively shook her hips. Han Taeyang paused in surprise at her words, then showed clear interest.
And then.
"!?"
He casually shook off her hand and grabbed hers in return. Holding her arm tight, he smirked from behind in the penetration position.
"If that's what you want, I'll oblige."
"!! Khk!"
With those words, Han Taeyang thrust his cock into her pussy. Amid the sharp pain that followed, Yoo Cheon-hyang couldn't help but grimace.
Ugh... So... big... Bigger than my husband's...
She had a wider pussy than most women, able to take her Iron Bar husband's without issue. Yet Han Taeyang's filled her completely in one go, imposing a real burden.
Ha... But this is good. The harder it is, the easier to milk. Now, somehow draw out his seed...!
With that thought, she clenched her inner walls. Her well-trained vaginal muscles squeezed his invading cock hard, stimulating it to the max to extract his load as fast as possible.
But...
! Khk... What... the hell... So... strong?
As she squeezed, it didn't yield—instead, the sensation sharpened. Thick, rock-hard, scorching hot like a heated iron pillar, it stood unyielding inside her without a twitch.
Impressive... Who knew such a magnificent cock existed... and someone who could wield it...
If not for the circumstances, she'd have melted as a woman. But enduring the intense pleasure, she gritted her teeth and fought to make him cum first.
Hurry... Cum already! No cock, no matter how great, can withstand this! Fill me with your seed quick...!
In that instant, Han Taeyang gripped her writhing waist hard. Then he effortlessly lifted her body.
Such fluid, expert movement. Yoo Cheon-hyang's face, focused on milking him with seasoned technique, clouded with bewilderment.
Wha...?
The action was simple, but the natural ease spoke of years of habit—like a laborer inured to hoisting heavy loads.
As she sensed something off, Han Taeyang whispered coolly into her ear while holding her aloft from behind, his rigid cock poised at her entrance once more.
"Not bad. Looks like I'll have to get serious too."
"Wha... What...!!"
With that, he slowly lowered her back onto his waiting cock. Seeing the thick smile on his lips, cold sweat began beading on Yoo Cheon-hyang's forehead.