Sichuan Journey - Deepening (5)
Sichuan Journey - Deepening (5)
"Welcome, Great Hero!"
"Heh heh heh! We've been waiting! As expected, an extraordinary aura emanates from the Great Hero! Heh heh heh heh!"
"Come, come, hurry in and ease the fatigue from your journey. Heh heh heh!"
Docheol knew the world was not filled solely with evil and injustice. He also knew that not everyone who approached him came brimming with malice.
"What are you all doing! Get back to training!"
"Here, please come this way and at least have a cup of tea to ease the fatigue from your travels. You must be tired after the long journey from Shaanxi Province."
But he simply could not bring himself to accept the goodwill the Taiji Sect elders were showing him now. While it was true that not everyone who approached him was full of malice, it was equally true that not everyone was full of good intentions. Looking at their greasy faces and their eyes darting about incessantly, he knew there were intentions lurking that he had yet to uncover.
How had Hong Ye been treated in the Taiji Sect until now? If all the elders present here were truly on Hong Ye's side, then what exactly had the insidious mockery and containment surrounding her been all this time? From the elders' perspective, a son-in-law who would solidify Hong Ye's standing was an extremely inconvenient presence. That was why their boundless hospitality and bright smiles felt so unsettling.
"I accept your kindness gratefully. I am quite overwhelmed to receive such a warm welcome."
Of course, Docheol was not fool enough to reveal his suspicions outwardly. He smiled brightly, accepted the elders' hospitality as if it were genuine, and moved along with them. When he looked back, Hong Ye was grinning broadly. She even murmured with tears welling in her eyes.
"For the esteemed elders to welcome us like this..."
Something was fishy with those old bastard elders. Docheol moved his feet, thinking exactly that.
*****
"I missed you."
Docheol unpacked his things in Hong Ye's room. A martial artist's baggage was customarily simple. Docheol's presence was barely enough to fill a corner of the room. Yet Hong Ye felt her heart swell as if the room were overflowing the moment Docheol stepped inside. She had wrapped her arms around his waist, breathing him in as he unpacked his clothes.
"I haven't even washed yet. I want to show you only my best, so please let go for now."
Hong Ye shook her head at Docheol's words. The sound of her clothes rubbing against his face resonated. Docheol immensely enjoyed this sound and sensation of flesh brushing against cloth. Closing his eyes for a moment to savor the feeling of her pressed against him, without his realizing, his lower half had already swelled, pushing out proudly against his trousers.
With her hands wrapped around his waist and her breasts pressed firmly against him, Hong Ye kept her face hidden from Docheol as she moved her hand downward. It traveled from his stomach to his lower abdomen, and finally to his erect cock. Then, lifting her head just enough to glance up at him with her eyes, she spoke shyly.
"But, this, this place... the, the stories..."
It seemed she wanted to try acting coquettishly. Unable to bear the embarrassment, Hong Ye couldn't finish her sentence. She sagged like a ship taking on water, planting her head against his back, and then simply drummed her hands on the front of Docheol's trousers as if they were drums.
Docheol liked this untainted, clumsy behavior of Hong Ye's. So he voluntarily removed his trousers and deliberately brought his cock to the hands still wrapped around his waist.
"Ah..."
Hong Ye registered Docheol's action and raised her head. And the moment their eyes met, they pressed their lips together. Their lips met with a smacking sound, and like animals nipping, they pushed their mouths out, matching the shape of each other's lips, and thrust their tongues inside.
Docheol's hand wrapped around the nape of Hong Ye's neck, and Hong Ye's hand seized Docheol's cock and shook it clumsily up and down. Sometimes she squeezed and milked him with more force than necessary, and other times she let her strength fade, her hand descending in a sloppy touch so light it was barely there.
But heedless of her clumsy handwork, the fully engorged, taut flesh throbbed, leaking fluid copiously. Following Docheol's lead, Hong Ye released her back-embrace posture and climbed on top of him. Now facing each other directly, Hong Ye's face was even more beautiful than before.
Docheol stroked her cheek as he spoke.
"So, how have you been? Have the people of the sect been giving you trouble?"
"After the Dragon Phoenix Gathering, they've all been treating me well. I've even gained a cute junior sister who follows me around."
Hong Ye removed her trousers as well and, clad only in her undergarments, rubbed her mound against Docheol's cock. Every time his cock touched her white underclothes, an obscene fluid—whose it was, she couldn't tell—soaked into the fabric and revealed the shape of her cleft. That cleft, a straight split like two fingers pressed together, appeared as a faint gray hue. Each time it made contact with his glans through the thin cloth, it squished out of shape for a moment before regaining its original form.
"A cute junior sister, you say. How cute?"
"...I don't like it when you talk about other women."
Hong Ye said this as she lowered her waist. A tingling sensation dominated his mind as she pressed down on his cock. Docheol grabbed Hong Ye's buttocks, pulled down her undergarments, and nodded.
"I was only joking. Still, I'm relieved to hear you've found people who care for you. That must be why you've become even more beautiful."
"It is all thanks to you, my husband. Because you recognized me and believed in me, I was able to build these connections."
The undergarments caught around her ankles. Hong Ye bit her lip and pressed her body firmly against him. As his member slid into her pussy, the obscene sound of wet flesh rubbing together filled the room. She held her breath at first, straining until her face flushed crimson, then lowered herself until he was fully buried, bumping against the entrance of her womb, before exhaling a breath so deeply she stuck out her tongue.
"Haa...! Aah...!"
Docheol's mind went dizzy from a sensation he hadn't experienced in a long time. Docheol grabbed hold of Hong Ye's buttocks and guided her waist to move up and down very slowly.
"Haa... G-gently, please..."
"Even slower than this?"
Docheol asked playfully as he moved his hands even slower. Moving his waist as slowly as a turtle's crawl, he made his cock grind against her inner walls, which clung to him, sticky with love fluid. Hong Ye, who had initially savored it with her eyes closed and a smile, shook her head frantically and whispered in a yearning voice.
"I-if you tease... Ah, aah...! Ahht...!"
He withdrew at an agonizingly slow pace until only the tip of his glans remained, then slowly thrust his cock back down again. Hong Ye could not endure the sensation of the glans stirring up her swollen cleft and the thick shaft being slowly accepted by her inner flesh.
"Haa...! Haa...! H-husband...! I-if you keep doing this...! Ah...!"
Only then did Docheol release the strength from his hands, and Hong Ye's strengthless waist dropped downward. Her body, already highly sensitive, flinched as if struck by lightning the moment it felt the sensation of his cock entering deeply.
"Ahht! Aaah...! Aah...!"
Hong Ye trembled all over and clung to Docheol as her love fluid soaked down her thighs. Docheol kneaded Hong Ye's buttocks and whispered.
"It's still training hours. Shouldn't you be holding your voice in?"
"Th-that may be so, but...!"
Hong Ye shook her head, trying to say something. There was no way Hong Ye could properly endure something that felt this good. But Docheol wanted to see Hong Ye trembling, forced to stifle her moans by sheer will in a situation where she absolutely had to.
If you love someone, you inevitably want to torment them.
Docheol laid Hong Ye down on the bedding and lifted her hips. Hong Ye's eyes went wide. His cock, positioned to thrust down deeper than ever, swelled fiercely. Hong Ye, pinned beneath him, stared with round eyes, her heartbeat thundering loudly enough for Docheol to hear.
The hand clamped over her mouth trembled and quivered. Docheol embraced Hong Ye and began to move his hips.
Smack!
Droplets of liquid scattered in all directions from her thighs, slick with love fluid.
"Hmmmph!"
Hong Ye, her hand clamped over her mouth, bucked her hips and fluttered her eyelids.
And without giving her any time to rest—
Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!
"Hnmp! Hmmp! Mmp! Mph! Gmmph..!"
Obscene and violent sounds echoed through the room.
"Gmmph..! Hmmp! Hmmmph...! Mmph...!"
The sound of Hong Ye desperately stifling her moans echoed too. The sound of flesh slapping was stark, and the suppressed moans resonated all around, making Hong Ye's efforts futile. But Docheol found delight in the situation of her trying to endure it.
"Hmmmmmmmph!"
Docheol ejaculated inside Hong Ye three times.
*******
"He didn't suspect a thing."
"How could he? What rising stars riding high on success do is entirely predictable. They're so full of their own genius they inevitably believe everything will go exactly as they wish. Just grovel a little in front of bastards like that, and they think it's their due, nod their heads like royalty, and grow arrogant."
The elders stroked their beards and chuckled. They had interpreted Docheol's favorable response as a flag of victory. If they could just set the bastard and Hong Ye at ease like this and then proceed with their scheme, everything would be perfect. The elders were already casting ecstatic glances as if the rosy future of the Taiji Sect were fully realized.