044. The Erection Task Force
"Alright, now we need to crank up the stimulation to maximum."
With a soft rustle, Jegal Jiun shamelessly peeled off my upper garment. Her pale shoulders gleamed under the dim moonlight filtering into the cramped room, sending a strange tension rippling through the air. She plopped down right beside me without a care, as if this were her own bedroom.
"Eek!" Paeng So Yeon yelped in shock, slapping both hands over her face. The heir to a sword dynasty that once commanded the world, reduced to fidgeting like this over a woman's bare skin. But curiosity always overpowers shame. She peeked through the gaps between her fingers at Jegal Jiun's body.
"Whoa..." A sigh of awe slipped from Paeng So Yeon's lips.
Skin smooth as silk, slender yet toned muscles, and...
"What? Turning you on?" Jegal Jiun chuckled, cupping her breasts. They weren't exactly voluptuous—small and pert mounds—but their graceful curves were perfection itself. She teasingly thrust them toward Paeng So Yeon's nose.
"But too bad... this is all for Yi Yi."
"Your skin's amazing," Paeng So Yeon murmured, entranced. It was dazzlingly white, far removed from the rough texture of a martial artist's life.
Jegal Jiun shrugged at the compliment. "What? Oh, my skin? Yeah... even in the middle of all this chaos, I never skimped on my skincare."
She glanced down at her chest with feigned disappointment. Compared to Hwa Yeon or Paeng So Yeon, the volume was sorely lacking, and it clearly bugged her. But her eyes sparkled anew in an instant. Size isn't everything, her gaze seemed to say, as she flashed a confident smile and whispered in my ear.
"Take a good look. Underestimate my body just 'cause it's small, and you'll regret it big time."
"......"
Jegal Jiun's lips dove toward mine, hungry and bold. That was the moment.
A hand cold as ice clamped onto my jaw with brutal force. It was Hwa Yeon. Senior Sister.
"Hah... fine, fine. Go ahead and hog him all you want."
Jegal Jiun snorted in disbelief and pulled back, her face dripping with regret but clearly cowed by Hwa Yeon's intensity. Senior Sister shot her a frosty glare before roughly turning my head toward her.
A soft rustle. The neatly tied sash of her robe came undone. Peeking from beneath her white undergarment were breasts so full and overwhelming they dwarfed Jegal Jiun's by miles.
Slurp— Hwa Yeon's lips crashed onto mine. No hesitation. Her tongue slithered in like a serpent, stirring my mouth and mingling our saliva. Sweet yet musky scent, hot breath intertwining.
Her tongue coiled around mine, scraped my gums, tickled the roof of my mouth—relentless, probing every inch. It was driving me wild.
"Mmph..." I gasped for air, suffocating.
But she wouldn't let go. She yanked my head harder by the nape, shoving her saliva deep down my throat. Her breasts pressed flush against my chest, her pounding heartbeat thundering through me.
Her tongue was insistent, scouring every corner, determined to wring out my reactions. Meanwhile, robbed of her turn, Jegal Jiun smacked her lips in mock disappointment.
"Tch. Gonna eat all the good stuff yourself?"
Pretending to grumble, she yanked open my collar. Her pale fingers trailed down my collarbone, toying with my nipple. Then her tongue lapped at my chest. That small, cool tip brushing my nipple sent chills racing down my spine each time.
She lavished it like candy, her mischievous eyes flicking between Hwa Yeon and me. Caught in the crossfire of two women's touches, I lost all sense.
Above, Hwa Yeon's scorching tongue invaded; on my chest, Jegal Jiun's sticky caresses tormented. And below...
"......Ah."
Paeng So Yeon stared, dumbfounded. Hwa Yeon's lush breasts, Jegal Jiun's pale nudity, me panting between them. Overwhelmed by the raw, lewd scene, her mouth hung slack.
But at the end of that dazed gaze was her own hand, still gripping my manhood. Unconsciously, she started moving it. Bolder than before. Deeper.
Her fingers rubbed the tip, stroked the shaft.
"Yi Yi."
Her eyes quivered. Desire, shame, and some indefinable anticipation swirled within.
She swallowed hard and began caressing my member again—gently, like handling fragile treasure, yet gripping it firmly, refusing to let go.
The room filled with the women's ragged breaths and slick friction sounds. At the center, I felt my deadened senses twitch—just a little, ever so faintly.
Thud— My wandering hand was snatched by Jegal Jiun. She spread my palm and pressed it firmly onto her soft, plump ass cheek.
"Nngh... here. Feels good, right? Huh?"
Her lips curled slyly. The springy flesh yielded under my palm. She arched her back playfully, shoving my hand deeper into the cleft of her ass. Cool yet warm body heat spread across my skin.
My other hand was pulled toward Hwa Yeon.
"Haa... Yi Yi."
With hazy eyes, she guided it to her bountiful breast. The swollen weight overflowed between my fingers. Even through the thin undergarment, her frantic heartbeat pulsed vividly—she was that aroused.
"Touch me. If it's your hands, it'll get even hotter."
She overlaid her hand on mine, pleading in a whisper. As my fingers brushed her soft areola under her guidance, a stifled moan burst from her lips.
Watching it all, Paeng So Yeon's eyes wavered. Jealousy, lust, and a strange sense of defeat flickered across her face.
"...Me too."
She muttered softly. Biting her lip with resolve, she yanked my leg around her waist.
"Me too... I'll do it."
Like a beast eyeing prey, she buried her face in my crotch. The moment her hot breath hit my sensitive skin, goosebumps erupted everywhere.
Slurp, slurp— Paeng So Yeon's tongue roughly licked my cock. Still clumsy and rough, but all the more desperate and tenacious for it. She engulfed it fully, sucking hard.
"Mmm! Mmph...!"
Her cheeks hollowed, then puffed out rhythmically. I could hear the gurgling deep in her throat.
Jegal Jiun giggled, stroking Paeng So Yeon's head.
"That's right, good girl. Just like that. You're doing great, missy."
Not to be outdone, Hwa Yeon plunged her tongue even deeper into my mouth.
"Nngh... haa... Yi Yi, look only at me. Feel only me."
Their hands, lips, breaths enveloped me. The room's air was already scorching hot. My body remained stubbornly unresponsive, but their desire burned hotter than ever.
Like trying to ignite wet logs, they poured pleasure into me with everything they had.
"W-wait!"
A ragged cry tore from my lips. Reflexively, I shoved Paeng So Yeon's head away. Still soft and limp, but deep in my gut, something was stirring.
I clenched involuntarily. My thighs trembled in spasms.
"Ah... no."
All three women's eyes locked onto my crotch.
Squirt... splurt...
From the pathetic tip that couldn't even harden, white fluid oozed out weakly, not spurting but dribbling like a leak from a dam.
"......Huh?"
Paeng So Yeon gaped blankly.
"What...?"
Hwa Yeon's eyes went wide.
"Fuck, what the hell is this?"
Jegal Jiun spat in disbelief.
The milky liquid trickled down my thigh. No pleasure at all—just a hollow, excretory release.
Paeng So Yeon glanced around cautiously before gingerly nibbling the tip, sucking out the remnants.
"Agh... w-wait, too much... it's too sensitive..."
I twisted, moaning. The post-climax hypersensitivity stung like electricity.
But Hwa Yeon shook my shoulders in delight.
"You came? It worked? Our Yi Yi can cum now! That's a good sign, right?"
Then—
Smack!
Jegal Jiun's palm cracked against the back of my head.
"Ow!"
"You fucking idiot! We told you to get it hard, not just puke out cum! What now?!"
"Why... why hit him?!"
Hwa Yeon flinched and hugged me protectively. My face sank into her ample bosom.
"It's 'cause the blocked inner energy in your dantian had nowhere to go, so it turned to semen and leaked out from swollen balls! If it doesn't get erect, it's useless!"
Jegal Jiun jabbed accusingly, fuming.
"What does that even mean?"
"You dense bitch! We need penetration! Shove it deep into a North Sea Bing Nyeo's icy womb to unleash your extreme yang qi and absorb her extreme yin qi! Just dribbling won't fix shit!"