Eight Corners Society (15)
Eight Corners Society (15)
Hwang Ryong-seong's mansion always overflowed with wine and food.
Hwang Ryong-seong delighted in gathering martial artists, hosting drinking parties, and inflating his reputation by recounting tales of his martial prowess and romantic conquests. Apart from the rumors spread by beggars, word passed among martial artists carried a distinctive power, and so Hwang Ryong-seong's lavish efforts proved remarkably effective.
"Wahahaha!"
Wine cups clashed and laughter overflowed. Eun Ho-seol stood holding a wine bottle, feeling strangely adrift amid the crowd of martial artists. In this moment, when neither the martial artists nor Hwang Ryong-seong paid her any attention, she was thinking of Docheol.
Docheol.
Unlike the vulgar thugs here, the man who always looked at her and poured out impassioned love. They had hidden in the shade of the garden to kiss, caressed each other's secret places, and fiercely whispered love.
The heated atmosphere of today's drinking party could not surpass the passion of that day. Even now, raising her hand, she could feel the lingering sensation on her lips, and her lower body tingled with a resonant ache. Her body flushed, releasing a hot breath.
How many times had they whispered love, and how scorching had yesterday been?
"Uhahahaha! Great Hero Hwang Ryong-seong! So, how did you ever come by such a pretty wife?"
Even when she became the topic of conversation at the drinking party, no thoughts came to her. She felt as if she had become an immortal in a painting depicting the Peach Blossom Spring. She felt as if she were floating above the mundane world, having broken free from the pointless chatter of this party, bound up in memories of meeting Docheol.
"Well, I suppose I must tell the story of when I first met this woman again. Surprisingly, the North Sea Ice Palace contacted me first."
Hwang Ryong-seong grabbed Eun Ho-seol's chin and jerked her face around as he spoke.
******
"Hngh...!"
Docheol grabbed Eun Ho-seol's chin and rushed upon her. He thrust his tongue in, and their two bodies stuck fast against the wall. Seon-go, who had vanished claiming she would tend the garden again today, was voyeuristically watching the two through a gap in the thicket, snipping the garden shears idly in the air.
Hidden within the rustling grass and the meaningless noises of garden-tidying, they messily intermingled and entwined, then he slowly drew his tongue out to look at her flushed face. He eased his longing by sucking her lips once, and their gazes crossed between the hand gripping her chest and the slender jade hand reaching for his lower body.
How many times had they mingled tongues, how many times had they fondled each other's secret places? They confirmed their feelings by conveying burning heat, and confirmed that no one would come to this space.
"Is it alright?"
At Docheol's question, Eun Ho-seol nodded. She knew what it meant. She also understood what would befall her the moment she permitted it. Docheol's hand slipped under her skirt and tugged down her undergarment. The underwear, pulled down to her thighs, bore a wet stain, and when she relaxed her legs, it dropped loosely to her ankles.
The hand that had been fondling her thigh slipped right between her legs and spread them wide. Arousal trickled down, and with a pounding heart, Eun Ho-seol wrapped her arms around Docheol's neck.
"....Slowly."
******
"I did not like to proceed hastily with such matters. So I spoke firmly to the North Sea Ice Palace. Ah, marriage all of a sudden. Are you trying to fetter me? Such talk is premature, let us do it later!"
Hwang Ryong-seong held Eun Ho-seol's chin and shook her this way and that like a doll before releasing her with a jerk. Eun Ho-seol let him handle her as he pleased, staying still, and the moment he let go, she created distance. Unconcerned with her reaction, Hwang Ryong-seong spread his arms and said.
"So it seems the North Sea Ice Palace was getting rather heated, and they pleaded like this, you see?"
******
"Haa.... haa...!"
Docheol did not put it in right away. With her legs slightly spread, he merely swayed his cock back and forth along the cleft of her crotch, rhythmically pressing the glans against it. Golden pubic hair bristled and brushed against his cock, and her eyes quivered, her expression burning with longing as she wrapped her body around him.
Stealing glances sideways, he watched for Seon-go's reaction, and Seon-go, for her part, sat panting in a chair while keeping an eye out for any guards who might come looking. Several times, he pressed his cock down over her plump mound, pushing against her lower belly, and she whined like a puppy and let out moans, then bit his nape and shook her head side to side before whispering toward Docheol.
"Qui, quickly...."
Hearing that voice, Docheol could not help but laugh. Because that panting plea and glazed-over eyes he had longed to see were right before him now. The sight of her face dyed bright red, mouth agape, overlapped in his mind with the image of the face that had coldly pushed him away in days past.
The woman who had sharply turned her head away, telling him to get lost, had now become a slave to his cock, swaying her hips on her own and rubbing her crotch against Docheol's cock herself.
"I understand. I understand."
And Docheol, showing a sincere smile, pushed his waist forward. He pressed into the untouched crevice that had been sealed taut. Eun Ho-seol's eyes widened, and she let out a rapid moan through her lips, lifting her head defiantly.
Little by little, little by little, he pushed his cock in, and Docheol met her eyes as well. Eun Ho-seol's expression spoke volumes: the pleasure surging along her inner walls from simply being filled, the sense of liberation from finally crossing the line with a man outside her marriage.
Eun Ho-seol turned her head to look at where Seon-go was. Seon-go flinched, fearing their eyes might have met, but it was not Seon-go's gaze she had noticed. Unseen by Seon-go, she was simply indulging in the satisfaction of having finally fucked the husband, exercising an urge to flaunt that would not be caught.
"Ah...! Hngh...!"
When he moved his waist sluggishly, Eun Ho-seol covered her mouth.
*******
"I wanted to cover her mouth because she kept clinging, but still, if she clings that much, granting one meeting is, well... how should I say. A matter of human compassion, is it not? So that is when I came to see her face."
"Uhahahaha! You must have had your breath utterly taken away!"
When another man spoke up, Hwang Ryong-seong nodded and said.
"Indeed! That it was! I truly felt my breath was utterly taken away!"
******
"Hnghk...! Uhhp...! Hup...!"
She made sounds as if her breath was utterly taken away, moans mixing and flowing between her inhales and exhales. She opened her mouth wide and stared into the air as if enraptured, rubbed her head against the wall shaking her head, then pulled Docheol into an embrace again and thrust her tongue out to kiss him.
"Hnnht...! Hup...! Aaht...! Hnnu..! Uuh..! Uhp...!"
Even as she let out moans openly, she hurriedly covered her mouth lest she be caught by Seon-go, forcing out stifled sounds. Docheol grew more aroused at the sight and worked his waist repeatedly. His deeply embedded cock crushed her inner walls and struck the uterine wall with soft thumps. Eun Ho-seol's shoulders, lifting with every heave of his waist, and her eyes rolling upward to the sky revealed the pleasure she was receiving.
"Hup...! Hnng...! Haht...! Uhhp...! Uhht...!"
The ivy vines and wall shook with the vibration of the two colliding, and dried leaves fell softly. Eun Ho-seol's hands scratched his back as she breathed out, and Docheol covered her lips. Feeling the deep kiss as he pushed his tongue in, he rubbed their lips together, and gasping for breath, she lifted her waist in rhythm with the movement of his cock.
"Hnnuht...! Uhhp...! Hut...!"
As he thrust his waist several times and reached his peak, Docheol pressed Eun Ho-seol tight against the wall and felt his mind go white.
"Hnnuht...! Uhht...! Uuuhp...!"
Her golden hair wound around Docheol's nape. Moisture gathered in her blue eyes, her lips were glossy, and a single drop of red blood trickled down from her womanhood.
******
"That golden hair. And those blue eyes. The moment I saw her, I thought, this woman is truly worth parading around. Think about it. With such a pretty woman pouring your wine, doesn't even the drinking party keep its form? Uhahahaha!"
Hwang Ryong-seong laughed, pointing at Eun Ho-seol. Eun Ho-seol no longer grew angry at his treatment of her as a mere ornament. She did not twist her lips or show any displeasure. The sense of humiliation that had always filled her chest was no longer felt.
"So I decided to take her around as my wife. It's a good deal for the wife too; if she just attends me well by my side, later when I swallow the martial world whole, she will surely be rewarded. Uhahahahaha!"
Hwang Ryong-seong's laughter spread. The other martial artists also chuckled along with him.
Watching Hwang Ryong-seong like that, Eun Ho-seol twisted her lips.
******
Her small lips parted, and a cock dripping with semen pushed into her cheek. Docheol stroked Eun Ho-seol's hair and asked.
"How were you still a virgin?"
Pulling the cock out from her mouth and licking the glans with her tongue, she lowered her head and said.
"...My husband never touched me."
"I will love you that much more."
Eun Ho-seol smiled faintly at those words. And she took Docheol's still-vigorous cock into her mouth, held it deep inside, rolled her tongue, and sucked it back. She sucked until her cheeks hollowed, and when she spat it out with a hot breath, the sound of sucking candy naturally echoed through the garden.
"Chyureup.... Chyureup.... Chyuuup...."
"Haa.... haa.... haa...."
Seon-go, her body drenched in sweat, leaned against a pillar and panted for breath.