Reward (1)
Reward (1)
Anticipation surged. What kind of reward would she give me? How far would Sannyeo go to boost my morale? My eyes glinted like stars. Sannyeo wore a voluptuous smile as she slowly, inch by inch, lifted her skirt.
I was more than deserving of a reward. Even if it was for my own safety and future, I was carrying out her revenge on her behalf. Sannyeo was a clever woman. Setting the whole martial world ablaze and rising above it was a grand undertaking that demanded I stake my very life.
She couldn't simply sit back and cheer me on just because she was my master. Rewards must be given when they are due, and only by being ready to sacrifice herself when necessary could she see this great undertaking through to the end.
"What do you want?"
She lifted her skirt until her knees were visible, then swayed her legs gently, like a beast's tail. Perhaps because she'd grown accustomed to using her feet with her hands bound, her movements were supple. I smiled. Even without saying it aloud, she would know what I wanted.
I decided not to explain with words but to show her through actions.
"...Still, just dropping your pants like that is rather bold."
As expected, she was quick on the uptake. Her eyes widened, and the way she tilted her head with a slightly reluctant expression held both understanding and bemusement. But regardless of her muttered words, my cock was stiffly erect, standing tall amid the thicket, and Sannyeo was looking down at me in that state.
Sannyeo grinned and let go with her hands. The hem that had been slyly revealing up to her knees dropped heavily, covering her legs again. As I drew a regretful breath, Sannyeo spoke with an amused face.
"...I did say reward, but starting with something too stimulating and... lewd right off the bat isn't great, is it? There's an old saying in the ancient texts. If you behead a man who breaks a branch off a tree on the former king's tomb, then what should you do to the man who robs the tomb itself?"
She meant she would raise the stakes according to how much of her revenge I accomplished—starting with simple things, then gradually doing more intense things.
"Are you a genius?"
I didn't dislike that sort of thing. In fact, I rather liked it. When my face lit up with delight, Sannyeo, who had been speaking somewhat cautiously, blinked and then averted her eyes. A hint of fluster appeared.
"Well, if you like it... I like it too... There are still plenty of targets for revenge left. So then... what should I do for you, and how?"
"Hands, of course."
First, the hands. That was only natural. How delicately could a martial arts master's fingers control their strength, and how swiftly could they stroke? Sannyeo was a master of a realm I could not yet approach. Just imagining someone like that meticulously fondling my cock made me feel like I would come already.
"With my hands?"
As she said that, she wriggled her hands in the air. She clenched and opened her fists several times, calibrating her strength for a moment, then grabbed a nearby tree branch with both hands. And with a frown, she said,
"Hold on, I've been using my feet so much lately that I can't gauge my strength control."
And then, still holding the branch, she stroked it up and down once.
Hududuk!
Huduk!
It was just a single round trip, but the bark was completely stripped off and scattered everywhere. A faint burnt smell seemed to linger, and the branch where her hands had touched was polished smooth and glossy, as if it had been lacquered.
"Fuck...."
A chill ran down my spine. There didn't seem to be any malice from her, but seeing the bark peeled off right before my eyes was the stuff of horror stories. She brushed off her hands once and said with a satisfied expression,
"Mm, I get the gist."
And then she sat down and knelt on the ground. I had been about to tell her to stop, but I missed the chance to speak while watching her cleavage reveal itself through her clothes. Sannyeo seemed to take the initiative, then hesitated for a moment as she lightly tapped my glans with her fingertip, glancing at me as she said,
"So, up and down like this... shaking it, right?"
And then she demonstrated exactly the same posture she had shown on the branch a moment ago. As she, a martial arts master, swung her hand through the air, a faint breeze stirred around us. I nodded and said,
"Yeah. That's right."
I was holding back the corners of my mouth from twitching upward. But with excitement, my gaze lingered on her hands, and Sannyeo awkwardly positioned herself between my thighs, gauging my reaction as she said,
"Uh, I'll say this beforehand.... Even though I've learned martial arts, I've never learned this sort of thing, so even if it's awkward..."
That was the good part. The sight of a lofty martial arts master, with no experience, clumsily caressing me in front of me—that was the best part.
"On the contrary, I like it, so go slowly."
"Alright. Then..."
And then she tilted her manacled hands at an angle. Because they were solid iron manacles, she had to take this posture to grip my cock without discomfort. I lay comfortably, taking the grass insects and fallen leaves as my companions, and through the small undergrowth I could see Sannyeo's red eyes, her focused face, and her cleavage through the loose-hanging clothes.
If I raised my head a little more, I could see her manacled hands holding my genitals, and because her hands were gripping my shaft, the square block of metal manacles rested on my balls.
"Huh?"
Wait a moment—if Sannyeo moved her hand down, where exactly would those manacles hit?
"Shall I start?"
There was something I had overlooked. The problem wasn't her grip strength, but the fact that she was wearing manacles much larger than I'd thought. If she stroked my cock while wearing those thick, solid iron manacles, where would that lump of metal strike?
"W-Wait! Wait!"
"Hiyah."
Peok!
Peok!
Peok!
The iron lump smacked into my thigh and scrotum with a weight far heavier than expected. The pain sent sparks flying before my eyes. I twisted my body and shoved her hands away, shouting.
"F-Fuck...! Urgh! Ungh! S-Stop! Urgh!"
"Oh my, was my technique that good?"
She stared at her own hands, seeming bewildered, then realized her manacles were smacking into other parts of me and subtly pulled her body back.
"Ah, aah...! Fuck...! I-It hurts...!"
I shoved my hands between my legs and tried to think good thoughts, dabbing spit on my nose. I had managed to channel inner energy to prevent anything from being crushed, but how many times in my life had I practiced channeling inner strength into my scrotum? Only half-protected, that place couldn't block the pain.
Sannyeo looked back and forth between her manacles and me, then averted her gaze sideways and said,
"No, well... uh... sorry... Sh-Should I do something else?"
"Give me a moment. I need time...."
She seemed sorry in her own way. To say she'd give a reward and then batter a man's balls with a lump of iron—that was no act a human being should commit. Especially for those of us who pursue the righteous path, it was practically a taboo act.
Somewhere out there, there might be people who enjoy such brutish acts, but at the very least, I am not one of them.
Only after a long while was I barely able to kill the pain. A slightly stinging sensation still lingered, but as a great hero, this much was bearable.
I calmed my breathing, and Sannyeo sat beside me, scanning my lower body with an ambiguous gaze.
"...If it burst, I'll staunch the bleeding for you."
And she held out her fingers. Just the sight of her hands sent a sharp jolt of revulsion through me. I shook my head.
Unless I reached a level where I could deflect that lump of iron with Body Protection Qi, I could not receive a handjob from her. That regret made my teeth grind, and my eyes kept drifting to those fingers I could not possess. Smooth and long fingers. Traces of training remained here and there, but their original form was clearly delicate, jade-like hands.
"It didn't burst. More importantly, you said you'd do something else, right?"
Sannyeo hesitated at those words, then nodded. Her resolve was rather weak to pretend she didn't know what she'd already spoken aloud.
"Uh, well... I did say that."
I changed my thinking. If she couldn't do it with her hands, then couldn't she just do it with something else? I reached my hand downward. She shuffled on her bottom, trying to pull her body back. I ignored her thighs and calves, moving my hand toward her feet.
Pretty feet. Pink and white blended together, like peaches.
When I touched her heel, the foot was very soft.
Sannyeo drew her legs together and asked,
"....You're not thinking what I think you are, right? No, wait... I really can't imagine it—what exactly do you want me to do with my feet? Do you want me to, like, just step on it or something?"
Her face was one that truly wished it weren't so. It was also brimming with fear because she had no idea what I would demand. But it was also an expression that said, if I told her to do it, she would probably do it—if only for the sake of the bond between master and disciple.
What I wanted was one thing.
"Do it with your feet."
Sannyeo's eyes roamed uncertainly. It was a face trying its best to imagine it, but not quite succeeding.
"....I'll explain it to you."
Getting a reward sure was tough.