Dragon-Phoenix Gathering (13)

Intoxication was contagious. Even without a single drink, even outside the walls of a brothel, the festive clamor of songs bursting from every direction and the dizzying swirl of colored lights could make a person drunk. Claiming drunkenness became a convenient excuse—one that wormed its way straight into the heart.

"Haa, haa...!"

By the time they were drunk on their own private jokes and no longer paying us any mind, we had already slipped away from Zhuge Yeong-yu and returned to our lodgings. Im Seo-ryeon's face, though she hadn't touched a drop, was flushed crimson, and—shameful as it was for a peak master—she was pinned flat against the wall by me. There was a perfectly good bed, yet we preferred the press of flesh against the wall, and already her underwear was halfway down, tightening around her thighs.

"Docheol. You're going to let me join in today too, right?"

Seon-go clung to my cock, her tone lewd. A little alcohol had left her pleasantly tipsy, and as she stroked up and down my shaft, her presence in this cozy space only deepened the obscenity of the atmosphere.

Im Seo-ryeon wrapped her arms around my neck and tangled her tongue with mine—then pulled back to glare at me, mustering her pride.

"You have a wife, and yet you fool around with another woman... you lecherous bastard...."

"Then, will you become my wife?"

But while she was accustomed to hurling provocations that never landed, she couldn't defend herself when I counterattacked. She was like a cannon forged of glass—one casual word and she collapsed under the trap she had built herself.

"What? Huh? N-no, that's...! Hng...!"

And while she was flustered, stumbling over her own tongue, Seon-go pulled up a chair and carefully slid a finger into Im Seo-ryeon's pussy. Prodded and pierced several times already, her now tenderly loosened hole accepted Seon-go's slender finger, clenching on its own and rubbing against every good spot.

"Ah...! Ahht...! Hhng...! S-suddenly...! Hng...!"

Under Seon-go's assault, she dribbled her love juice, her legs trembled, and she rolled her eyes back, gasping for breath. Then she pressed herself against me and whispered, pointing toward the bed.

"T-to the bed...."

"I like the bed too."

Seon-go curled her fingers into a scissor shape, folding and unfolding them as she spoke. Glossy with love juice, her fingers caught the inn's lamplight, gleaming crimson and tracing lines through the air with every motion.

"Q-quickly..."

Prostrate on the bed, she buried her face in the pillow and shook her hips from side to side. A slight parting of her cheeks revealed a distinct pink hole, and the bottle of oil wobbled with the bed's movements, as if urging us to pour it on quickly.

When I picked up the oil bottle, Seon-go shook her head and snatched it from my hand. Breathing heavily, she slicked her own palm. Her panting breath and wide-open eyes looked utterly delighted.

"Haa...! I don't want you to tease me...! Quickly...!"

Oblivious to everything else, Im Seo-ryeon went on seducing me, thrusting her ass far back. I nudged my fully erect cock against her rear, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠teasing her, while Seon-go sat beside me and rubbed my shaft with her oil-slathered hand.

"Nngh...! Uh...! Uht...!"

Im Seo-ryeon had grown so accustomed to anal play with me that even ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠the sound of oil being smoothed onto a cock stirred her arousal. It was nothing but the sticky ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠squelch of oil lathered onto a piece of meat, yet that alone sent a quiver of pleasure through her and made her dribble more love juice.

"Euk...! Ah...! Aah...!"

Then, as if begging me to thrust in already, she rubbed her own ass against my cock and buried her face deeper into the pillow—so deep I wondered if she might suffocate. Only her ears burned red. Meanwhile, Seon-go slicked her hand with more oil and reached her fingers toward Im Seo-ryeon's anus.

"Aah...! Hng...!"

When Seon-go's two fingers pushed into her, Im Seo-ryeon's shoulders shuddered and she let out a joyful moan. Unlike mine, Seon-go's long, slender fingers moved slower, but they easily reached deep inside her.

"Hng...! Ah...! It feels different...!"

Im Seo-ryeon registered the difference with her body but tilted her head in confusion. Seon-go whispered to her.

"That's me doing it."

"What? Huh...? Hng...! Ahhh...! Hnnngh!"

Before the flustered Im Seo-ryeon could try to rise, I seized Seon-go's wrist and drove her hand deeper. Then, gripping her wrist as if it were my own hand plunging in, I guided it here and there.

"Hng! Ah...! Ahk...! S-suddenly...! Hngh...! Ah...!"

Seon-go, watching Im Seo-ryeon's hips buck and vulgar sounds spill from her lips as I took control, wore an expression of pure admiration. I flicked my wrist rapidly, stabbing wildly at her weak spots. The humiliation of having her anus probed by my wife—a mere third-rate martial artist—right in front of me.

"Iihk...! Ahhih...! Ah... Aaaah...!"

The shame of letting someone else witness how she reached climax.

"Kkeuk...! Yiik...! Ah...! Aaahhh...!"

And a hole thoroughly trained to climax at the slightest touch.

All of these combined, and in an instant, she came.

"Nghiiiiiiikk!"

With a vulgar moan, she arched her body like a seal and stuck out her tongue. As the strength surged through her, her ass clamped down on Seon-go's hand so hard that Seon-go flinched and tried to pull free. But the anus held fast, refusing to release her fingers, and Seon-go's gaze could not tear away from that vulgar, clenching hole.

"Euhit...! Ah, aahheueuk...!"

Once, then twice. Im Seo-ryeon, who had climaxed with her back arched, collapsed onto the pillow again, her legs trembling. Only then did her hole slacken, gaping loosely, and release Seon-go's hand.

"Nn... nnhgn...! What... how vulgar..."

What Im Seo-ryeon meant to say was obvious. A married couple doing this sort of thing—how could you commit such vulgar acts? But I simply said to her:

"I didn't want to be a bad man who does lewd things behind his wife's back. A married couple is one body, so naturally, when something like this happens, shouldn't we jump in together?"

"Th-that's not..."

Her tongue loosened into a sound like she was whining. Shaking her head, she clamped her pleasure-numbed pussy tight between her thighs, rubbed her legs together as if her ankles were bound, and twitched her hips.

I rested my oil-slick, slippery cock on her ass and said:

"And, since she's someone who might become a wife too, I wanted to introduce you to her someday."

"Huh... What?"

Udatang!

Somewhere nearby came the sound of something crashing over. Laughter rang out from outside, so it seemed the noise had come from there. Im Seo-ryeon, flustered by my words, blushed and began babbling.

"Ah, no... That's still... It's too early to say that... Well... We haven't even been meeting that seriously..."

"I'm putting it in."

If I listened to Im Seo-ryeon's rambling, there'd be no time for fucking. Her pussy wanted my cock thrust in swiftly, and my cock wanted to spew its seed swiftly—life is short and busy. Isn't it only proper to do what we both want and get on with living?

"W-wait... Ahhk...! Aaaaaah...!"

Ignoring her pleas, I drove my cock back into her ass. By now habituated to my shape, her anus reshaped itself around me as I entered, instinctively nestling into the sweetest spot and beginning to grind against it.

"Aah...! Hng...! We're in the middle of talking... Ah...!"

"We can talk later. The important thing is that we want each other, isn't it?"

"Nnghk...!"

Every time I said such things, her anus would clench tight with that familiar chewy grip. As if trying to wring ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠the cum out of me, it squeezed from the very root, drawing her waist forward, and the inner walls writhed, kneading my shaft wildly. When I pulled back, scraping past every weak spot before thrusting forward again, a heavy shock—like a bell being struck—slammed into her.

"Ah...! Aah...! Ahk...!"

With each repetition, Im Seo-ryeon's face melted with pleasure and went slack, and forgetting that Seon-go was right beside her, she cried out with the voice of a sow in heat.

"Nghit...! Eukit...! Ah, aahh...! Hng...!"

Then Seon-go crawled onto the bed and began to play with Im Seo-ryeon's body like a toy. She slipped her fingers into her pussy, pressed firmly on the spot where my cock met her flesh, and sucked on her clit from between her legs.

"Ah...! S-stop iiiiit...! Euk...! Ah...! Th-this is really dangerous...! Hnnngh...! Ah...! Ahheuk...! My head is getting weird...!"

But that was exactly what we wanted to see. Both Seon-go and I simply wanted to watch her mind go blank, crazed with bliss, convulsing. There's a saying, isn't there? The more pleasure, the better.

Seon-go ignored her cries of warning, sucking her clit with pursed lips as if devouring a ripe fruit, and every time I pounded her weak spot, she pressed firmly inside her pussy with her fingers.

"Euhik! Ihit! Ah, ahheuk! Ah! Ah, no! I, really can't...! Aaaah!"

Then Im Seo-ryeon, who had been gasping and refusing the pleasure with her eyes rolled back, finally opened her mouth wide and let out a sound like her very breath was dying.

"Nghiiiiiiiiiiiik!"

Again she cried out like a pig.