The Green Forest (7)
The Green Forest (7)
"Aaaahng! Aang! Haang! Ah! Aang! S-stooop...! Hwaaang! Aaaang! Aaaang!"
When dropping the waist, do not thrust with sharp momentum meant to impale and kill. You must think only of crushing, churning, and mixing your partner up. The waist must never move like a hammer or a pestle grinding, but like a snake gliding. Gauge how deeply to thrust by reading your partner's expressions and reactions.
"Aah! Ah-uck! Heuung! Ah! I'm dy-, dying...! L-like this...! Aah! Aang!"
The woman's face had long since come undone. The woman who had carried herself with the airs of a noble matron and observed trifling decorum within the stronghold was now trembling all over, eyes rolled back, drool streaming, disheveled hair draped over her lips. Our bodies, consumed by the bed's center, entangled with straw, cotton, and each other as we pressed flesh in rapid succession.
"Ah! Aang! Eo-uck! Heo-eung!"
She was making a scene, quivering under sensations she had never known in her life, and I was moving like a madman, drunk on the bodily instinct of using what I had trained through the Bedroom Arts without even thinking. In this moment, this woman was a bitch panting beneath me, and I was a man wielding power greater than anyone.
"Ah! Aaaah! Ah-uck! Keuk...! Eung-heu-eu-uck...! Ah..! Aaaaeut...!"
The speed of my hips quickened.
Pang! Pang! Pang!
The sound of flesh slamming together rang out violently as we surged toward the end. The woman shook her head, helpless against the pleasure dominating her body, gasping for breath and clawing, tearing at my skin.
"Aaaah! Aaaang! Ang! Ah-uck! Aaaeut! Aaht! Ah...! Aah...!"
I drove my waist in deep, scoured every inch of her inner flesh, and drew back out. At the moment demanding the most intense stimulation, I bit her earlobe and simultaneously moved my hand to toy with her clit. Her body, sensitized from repeated caresses, jolted at the strong stimulus, and her hips bucked.
"Ah...!"
I pulled her arching hips into my embrace, drove clear to her womb's wall, and held myself firm. A sense of release washed over me, a flash of light burst before my eyes, and with surges—woolkeok, woolkeok—my white semen burrowed deep into every part of her body.
"Keu-euk...! Keuk.... Ah-euk...! Ah...! Aaaah...!"
The woman couldn't even scream. Mouth gaping wide, drool streaming, she arched her back like a ghost, unable to endure the peak. Her thighs and toes trembled uncontrollably, tangling in the straw and scrabbling for the ground.
"Haa...! Haa...! Ah...! Aah...!"
And then her sweat-drenched body plummeted. Flopping down onto the bed, her body pulsed with a racing heart like a fledgling bird, only ragged breaths escaping her. Those breaths, steeped in the lingering afterglow, were no different from moans. Her face was frozen in wonder, as if she had witnessed a miracle.
I lay down beside her, touched her breasts, and kissed her neck.
Her eyes softened into rapture and satisfaction. I met her gaze and spoke.
"Call on me again, sometime."
"....Yes."
The woman smiled brightly and nodded.
*****
"Whoa...."
"What, did he go and wrestle a bear or something? Last night was just... whew...."
The next morning, the eyes of the stronghold people upon me had changed. Yesterday, they had looked at me as a gentleman who happened to know some martial arts, but now their gazes were filled with admiration and respect.
Last night's sounds had been clamorous, and the stronghold was too small to hide moans. I stiffened my neck and smiled at them, and one of the bandits spoke in a low voice.
"Hey. Looks like you've learned some Bedroom Arts somewhere—teach us a bit, won't you? Huh? How the hell did you manage to half-kill that starved bitch?"
The woman with whom I had shared such intense clouds-and-rain the night before was still dazed that morning, staring at the sky with an absent expression. Every so often she touched her lower belly or cast glances my way, her face constantly flushed as if in heat.
Having seen with his own eyes a bitch who had acted so high and mighty get conquered in a single night, he couldn't help but question me. I told him:
"Ah, I'll give you a special lesson. First, assume the horse-riding stance in the air, like this."
When I assumed the stance, they all jumped up, each trying to be first, and mimicked my posture. I extended my hands forward from that position and spoke.
"Next, you press your ring finger and middle finger together and go up and down like this, like this, wiggle wiggle."
No one waited for anyone else to go first; they all began wiggling their fingers with solemn faces. Finally, I stuck out my tongue and said:
"And now, you stick out your tongue and flick it up and down. Like this, ebebebebe..."
As I demonstrated moving my tongue while making sounds, the bandits all stretched out their tongues and began wagging them while looking at one another.
"Ebebebebebe"
"Ubeebebebebe"
"Ebebebebebe...."
While they wagged their tongues and vocalized, no one added any remarks. When I glanced aside, the few people with no interest in the Bedroom Arts were watching the bandits with extremely pitying expressions. The chieftain, sipping liquor from a distance, caught sight of his subordinates and shook his head with sheer disbelief.
The subordinates themselves, each seeming to realize it at the same time, stopped wiggling their tongues and fingers, combed back their hair, and walked off in different directions.
"Hoo...."
"Fuck...."
"....Is this even right?"
Skeptical glances flew my way. I chuckled inwardly, shook my head, and said,
"Do this for two years and you can just knock over every woman in the village."
"I'm not doing it, just for the record."
They were bastards quick to give up. The result was much better than if they had stubbornly pressed me to teach them.
******
"Aigoo! P-please spare me, my lord!"
"Then hand over everything you're holding."
"H-here it is!"
When someone from the stronghold robs civilians, it is an act close to honest labor. A very efficient form of labor where a single day's scratch yields the amount of cash I desire.
The chieftain, deeming my skills somewhat polished, brought me along on a raid. For the first time, I thrust my axe at strangers I had never met and ripped money from them without a shred of hesitation. Just in case, I masked my face with a veil and made my voice metallic when issuing threats, which proved even more effective.
"Y-you little shit! Die!"
Occasionally, some escort warrior would lunge at us sword in hand like this, but those we raided were only small-timers not under the protection of major sects or merchant guilds. The escorts these people hired were little better than corpses, and they served only to neatly build my sense for real combat.
For instance, these types typically learned only the most basic sword technique, so their sword paths were simple. On top of that, the pressure of being surrounded by bandits kept them from fighting at their real potential, and my very appearance, standing there with my face masked, unnerved them further.
"Uwaaaaah!"
Then, the panicked opponent inevitably swung his sword recklessly, and he could not be a match for me, who had sharpened my martial arts through sparring and training in the stronghold.
Usual escorts, either lacking fear or having far too much of it, met their end with their heads cleaved by my axe and departed for the netherworld. The chieftain seemed quite pleased with the repeated spectacle of slaughter.
And so I grew more accustomed to the life of the stronghold.
I had firmly learned the Mount Tai Axe Technique, and through regular cultivation of my inner energy, my martial arts had grown a little stronger. In my own estimation, the Mount Tai Axe Technique, combined with the fact that I already had some martial arts to begin with, meant that within the stronghold, I had no rivals except the Deputy Chieftain and the chieftain. The Deputy Chieftain's wife was completely addicted to the taste of my cock, a state no different from being a prisoner of war.
As my position within the stronghold solidified, the chieftain and the Deputy Chieftain each secretly kept the other in check and curried favor with me, hoping to draw me to their side. I spent more time with the chieftain and firmly took his side.
The chieftain looked at me with eyes that said he felt immensely reassured by our closeness, and I was able to share many drinking sessions with him.
He said, "I think the time has come to offer up Sannyeo and rise even higher. At this rate, I could shoot my rank way up and aim for the early sixties... no, maybe even the late fifties. Eu-heuheuheu."
"You are absolutely correct, chieftain."
I poured him a drink and played along. The chieftain laughed even more merrily at my agreement and downed his liquor.
"Chieftain. However, while you are so diligently occupied with raising your rank, isn't the Deputy Chieftain, as the Deputy Chieftain, having his own concerns as well?"
"Ha, you mean that bastard?"
The chieftain snorted, but his eyes were wavering. He might have been ignoring the Deputy Chieftain, but judging by his mention of Sannyeo and his usual habit of keeping the Deputy Chieftain in check, the Deputy Chieftain was no easy opponent for him. I observed the chieftain's complexion and spoke cautiously.
"Yes, chieftain. He's a bastard who's always been desperate to pull you down. If you keep climbing like that, won't he just try to gobble up your seat altogether? His movements are unusual even now. He might make some kind of move before long."
"He'll make a move...?"
"Yes. How resentful must he feel? He'll surely try every underhanded trick to ambush you, so I think it would be better to have an all-out fight and decisively deal with him before that happens."
"That's...."
He hesitated.
But that he hesitated was enough.
If he were a man with any sense, he would have immediately dismissed it as nonsense.
The fact that he hesitated meant that if I set the stage, he could fight without hesitation.
All I had to do was set the stage.