Hongryun Sect (6)

Her pale legs trembled helplessly. She tore her gaze away from me with effort and stared into the void, pretending to be composed. I rubbed her shoulders with my hands and ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠blew my breath against her neck. Each time my skin touched hers, I felt her flinch and quiver distinctly.

"Your name?"

The Sect Leader's daughter now stared at me as if I were being absurd, asking her name only now, but I paid it no mind. Shouldn't a man and woman exchange names before sharing the clouds and rain? Only now did I meet her eyes and speak.

"My name is Docheol. And yours?"

I caught her arm and asked her name again. The woman reluctantly bowed her head and, swallowing her shame, spoke. Her gentle, shy voice had a tone that suited a wedding night very well.

"...Seon-go (仙姑)."

"A pretty name."

I didn't know what it meant, but the Crimson Ring Sect Leader must have doted on his daughter once, so it surely had a good meaning. I assumed as much and offered the compliment; Seon-go showed no sign of being pleased by my words.

But that didn't matter. Even if she was miserable now, as long as she was with me, the days she would cry out in joy would only increase. To commemorate the first of those days, I pressed a kiss to the nape of her neck.

"Hut...."

The moment my lips touched her neck, she flinched. It was a sensitive reaction, as if pricked by something sharp. I lightly rubbed my lips against her nape and brushed my head upward, and each time my breath reached her, Seon-go either scowled at me with a displeased look or turned her gaze away and pretended to be unaffected.

"...To ambush a woman like this and try to win her heart... If you have any decency, you must at least know this is wrong, don't you?"

And when I didn't actively proceed with the act, she seemed to gain some confidence and spoke in a tone that reprimanded me. It was a condescending manner, as if to teach me a lesson, but as though she had never used this tone before, awkwardness and hesitation clung to the ends of her words.

"Doing this kind of thing... there is no way I could ever love you. I will fulfill my marital duties. But your methods are wrong."

I ignored her words. Her body was not resisting, so she simply wanted me to stop on my own. Passive resistance was like spraying lubricant on a rusted hinge. It made it possible to smoothly continue an action that might otherwise creak and catch.

I stripped off Seon-go's upper garment completely. She wore a thin, wide cloth undergarment, the contours of her chest starkly outlined by the fabric. Just from our bodies pressing together and catching our breath, her nipples were already standing erect above the thin cloth, flaunting their presence.

When I blatantly stared at her chest, Seon-go covered her breasts with her hands and hurriedly offered an excuse.

"...Just know this. Even if you do this sort of thing... I will never... to you..."

"But you aren't telling me to stop."

I lay down side by ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠side with her and pushed the hand covering her chest aside.

"Ah, ah...!"

Seon-go, tinged with shame, let out a pitiful moan and twisted her face. But she could not bring herself to tell me to stop. Because if I left now, nothing would change after that. She couldn't go outside, and she couldn't ask anyone for help in this backwater.

"You've got no one else to rely on but me."

If the Crimson Ring Sect fell to an outside invasion, she would die too. Even if the Crimson Ring Sect did well, there was no chance she would live better than now. For her, unable to even move, there was no way to change this life except me.

I seized her wrist. I held her wrist tight, like a cuff, and moved her arm as I willed. She tried to resist by force for a moment, but unable to overcome my strength, she released the power in her arm.

I moved my free hand toward her chest. And lightly brushed the back of my hand across her nipple, which stood stiffly above the cloth.

"Eut...!"

She was so cute, biting her lip as if sensitive and shaking her head tremulously. She squeezed her eyes shut and tried to pretend she hadn't noticed what had just happened.

"Heu-eut...! Hut...!"

But I raised my fingers and teased her nipple, slowly stroking, pressing, and rubbing it over the cloth. Each time I toyed with her nipple like a plaything, she was at a loss before the strange, hot sensation she had never felt in her life, intermittently letting out high-pitched cries like a small animal.

"Heu-eut..! Heung...! Eut...!"

And she was startled by the fact that she had cried out that way, hid her face in shame, squeezed her eyes shut, and shook her head repeatedly as if refusing to see her own disgraceful appearance.

"Did you ever fool around with that guy?"

Seon-go twisted her face at my words and spat out curtly.

"...Vulgar..."

That meant no. I had expected as much. When would a mere servant and the sect's young lady ever have had time to fool around? She didn't seem that decisive a character either, so a great many things must have happened before they could reach the stage of sharing embarrassed smiles and blushing glances.

And now, just as those feelings were starting to break through, I had appeared.

I grasped her breast. I kneaded it gently, reshaping it as I pleased, while my fingers continued to toy with her nipple.

"Heu-eu...! Ha-ah...! Eut...!"

Rubbing her thighs together, Seon-go let out rough breaths. The neatly laid bedding stretched out in strange directions, becoming disheveled each time she moved her thighs. I pulled Seon-go's hand, which I had been holding for a while, and guided it between her thighs.

"Heu-eut...!"

When a hand pushed between the thighs of a body that had never known a man, she trembled more violently than before. But right now, what invaded the secret place between her legs was not my hand. It was her own, following my actions, burrowing into her skirt and wavering over her underclothes.

I was the one moving, but it was her own hand digging between her legs. That unfamiliar, strange situation was thinning her resistance.

I continued to rub her chest and keep her distracted.

"Ha-ah...! Ha...!"

I felt heat in her breathing. At times, moisture glazed her eyes staring at the ceiling, and she would gape her mouth open with a blank expression and breathe like an idiot. Even when she recalled shame and humiliation and her expression returned, her face and posture would soon be undone again, unaccustomed to the pleasure her body was receiving.

"Ah...! Eut...!"

She should have been clamping her thighs together and blocking my invasion with cloth and hand, but her body was undone and her surroundings were filled with unfamiliar acts. Before she knew it, Seon-go's legs had parted, and her hand had come down heavily onto her undergarment.

"Ha-eut...!"

"You've never touched yourself, have you?"

Seon-go did not answer. With her pale skin flushed red, she was only trying to comprehend the identity of this pleasure that climbed up her spine and shot through her whole body from between her own legs.

"Just stroking it here, like this..."

So saying, I moved her hand as I pleased. When I manipulated her fingers without any resistance and stroked over the undergarment, Seon-go drew her legs together and struggled to refuse the pleasure.

"Hut..! Eu-eut...! Eup...!"

And with the hand that had been clutching the hem of her skirt, she covered her mouth. Because she could not hold back the sounds while her own hand moved in a way it had never tried before and toyed with her body.

"Eu-eup...! Eup...!"

One hand was in my grip, and the other muffled her own sounds.

She had fallen into a state of non-resistance, teasing herself with her own fingers as I moved.

"Once you've stroked enough to loosen the tension, next..."

I lowered the hand that had been touching her chest.

And tracing the line of her waist with my fingers, I slipped my hand into her skirt.

Already in a non-resistant state, she showed a light reflexive rejection to my action, but she could not push me away. I felt the texture of her springy buttocks and the clinging undergarment with my fingers, and hooking a finger under the fabric, I pulled it downward.

The undergarment caught around her thighs.

Above it, her secret place was starkly exposed. Because of the dim light, the sharp contrast of light and shadow accentuated her valley even more, and each time she moved her thighs, the body hair and shadows of her secret place mingled and glistened with an even more obscene light.

"Ah...."

She was aware that she was presenting a shameful appearance. I moved her hand again.

Seon-go's hand slowly stroked her secret place, and she felt for herself that it was damp and slick with her own arousal.

"Heu-at...! Ah...!"

Seon-go seemed unable to believe that ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠the space between her legs had grown wet. Amid moans mixed with surprise, I pushed her fingers deeper between her thighs, then pulled them out and showed her fingers before her eyes.

Fingers coated with slick fluids.

The moment she faced those fingers, Seon-go's face flushed with shame and she sharply turned her head away.

But each time that happened, the atmosphere grew even more heated. I stopped playing with her fingers and let them go. The moment I released her hand, she reflexively reached down to cover her own crotch.

Since I could easily push it aside with a light touch, I ignored her resistance and reached for her secret place.

"Uh, ah, young lady. Are you sleeping?"

And just then.

That clumsy man's voice came from beyond the closed door.

The voice of the man who scratched ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠his head and showed his simple emotions.

"Uh, I was just worried you might have been very startled..."

Seon-go's body stiffened, and I smiled.

"Shall we show him what we're doing?"

The emotion that crossed Seon-go's face then—I liked it very much.