Hongryun Sect (9)
Hongryun Sect (9)
When I finished training in a good mood, an even more pleasant routine awaited me.
Because once I scaled the sect's flimsy, unguarded walls, Seon-go was waiting for me again today, her face flushed.
Jjigeok jjigeok jjigeok
"Ah...! Aah...!"
By day, I trained out of sight; by night, I hid myself away in Seon-go's room. That was my routine.
Jjigeok jjigeok jjigeok
"Eut..! Euheu...! Aeu...! A...!"
Over the past two days, my daily ritual had been slipping my hand between her legs, lewdly wiggling my fingers and teasing her inner walls. Seon-go, who had initially been reluctant and bashfully hesitant, had by now grown accustomed to parting her legs slightly and offering up her body.
"Haa...!"
As moans escaped her naturally, my fingers went deeper. Her pussy, which used to be so tight that even a single finger felt wedged in, gradually opened its entrance with growing compliance, loosening so smoothly that it was tempting to try two fingers.
"Euut! A...! Th-there...!"
And when I thrust in just a knuckle's worth of finger and pushed upward to find and stimulate a weak spot on her inner wall, Seon-go would jerk like a wild animal facing its natural predator, let out a cute squeal, and then, unable to handle the stronger stimulation that followed, hastily cover her mouth.
"Haeung! A...! Aeut...!"
Her face, struggling with pleasure, lost its pale hue and flushed deep crimson. Even in the dim shadows, I could clearly see that she was starting to be stained.
"A...! Aah...! Aeut...!"
Ordinary women, when nearing climax, would curl their toes or stomp their feet, frantically seeking an outlet for their pleasure. But in her case, unable to move her toes, she would repeatedly brush her feet beneath her knees like a broom, making the bedding rustle with constant friction.
"Ha...! Aah...! Aeut...! Eueuut..! A...!"
And she would clutch my collar and gaze at me with a desperate, deeply saturated look, panting.
"A...! Aat...! A...."
But today I had no intention of letting her finish right away. Right as she teetered on the edge of climax, I stopped the caress and withdrew my hand. I flaunted my drenched fingers before her eyes, then leisurely straightened up.
"Haa...! Haa...!"
Seon-go's pupils were shaking as she looked back and forth between me and my fingers. Her expression was truly peculiar: she split her gaze, as if regarding me as a different entity from the hand that had touched her.
I shook off my hand and loosened my waistband. The shape of my fully erect penis appeared as a blunt outline through my trousers. Seon-go caught her breath and looked at me, keeping silent with an expression brimming with things she wanted to say.
In the stillness, she was fighting within herself. The docile, bitch-like self that had silently accepted my touch clashed with the pure heart that couldn't forget her chaste love with Jayoung. That was why her eyes looked at me with a desperate, floundering expression, but her lips remained tightly sealed, unable to ask for more.
Ignoring her expression, I pulled down my trousers. Seon-go failed to grasp my action at first, but when she was confronted with the large, abruptly springing member, she started and turned her head. Covering her eyes, she cried out in a sharp tone.
"Wh-What...!"
"We are bound by marital ties, so is it right that only you feel good?"
If I just kept giving her pleasure, I'd end up no better than a mere masturbation tool. What I wanted was to dominate Seon-go completely and crush her under me. To do that, I needed to thoroughly impress upon her that she must serve me as well.
Just as I made her feel good, she had to make me feel good in return.
"Th-That's...."
Seon-go didn't refute my words. She fidgeted with her fingers, perplexed, but had nothing to say. Because it was only natural for a married couple to make each other feel good.
Seon-go's gaze darted here and there. She was in the process of persuading herself. In exchange for the marital bond, she would become the mistress of this household. Then it was only natural for her to serve me.
After shaking her head and sinking into thought for a moment, she finally spoke.
"H-How should I do it?"
I didn't explain in words. Instead, I grabbed her wrist and pulled it toward my member. When her hand wrapped around my heavily swollen cock, I felt a cold, vividly detailed sensation. I almost let out a groan unconsciously but held it in; Seon-go was staring at my prick with a subtle expression.
Veins stood out and it was so thick that her one hand couldn't completely encircle it.
"I-It's weird...."
Seon-go said that but didn't remove her hand. I kept holding her hand and guided it to slowly sweep up and down my shaft. After I moved her wrist a few times with the right grip strength, she began to move her hand on her own, even without my guidance.
"That's it. Like that."
As I sat back down slowly, she awkwardly followed, her hand still holding my cock.
"Ahh!..."
We sat facing each other and caressed each other's genitals.
Seon-go kept repeating mechanical motions with clumsy skill, but the pleasure of someone else's hand brushing against my cock, and the delight of trampling an inexperienced woman as I pleased, made my blood run hot.
"Aah...! Ang...!"
And as I slid my fingers in, stroked her slit up and down, and tormented her by teasing her clit, she furrowed her brow. She bit her lip, trying to suppress lewd sounds, but then inevitably let them escape, straightening her neck and breathing roughly.
"A...! Heueung..! Heueut...!"
As she tried to endure the pleasure, her grip tensed involuntarily and the rhythmic up-and-down motion fell apart.
But every time her grip tightened involuntarily, the sensation was actually exquisite. I gasped, and to savor the feeling of her squeezing and stroking my shaft even more, I tormented her by pressing firmly on her weak spot with my finger.
"Aeut! A...! Eueung..! Heueut...! Heung...!"
Then, unable to hold back any longer, Seon-go let out lewd cries, panted, and her slack thighs grew so wet that they soiled the bedding with vulgar fluid. The liquid that leaked from my cock stained her hand stickily, and the two of us, as if mired in a swamp, clung to each other in endless, slimy entanglement.
"A...! Aah...!"
"Hoo...!"
Without a word about who would come first, we reached the brink of climax, exhaled, and tensed. Both Seon-go and I clung tightly to each other's bodies, pressing flesh against flesh as much as we could and raising our voices.
"A, aaaaaaah! A...!"
Seon-go pressed her body so close that her chest stuck to mine and crumbled, while a flash burst before my eyes and I spurted out semen in thick gushes.
"A...."
White fluid splashed onto her bare body—she had shed her upper garments—and every time semen flowed over her stomach, Seon-go's body twitched. She leaned against me, gasping.
"Haa.... Haa.... Haa...."
Seon-go's expression was blank. She glanced at her hand and stomach, but showed no reaction to what she had done or the semen trickling on her belly. A person who has received intense stimulation cannot help but react indifferently to other things.
That's how you get used to it.
That's how you get stained.
Until the Sect Leader arrived, the remaining time was far too long. It was more than enough to train and hone my basics, and to stain Seon-go with my color.
Our breathing gradually calmed, and we savored the afterglow of rich pleasure.
Seon-go's eyes, once flushed with excitement, had settled, as if questioning when they had been stained; her expression hardened, as though feeling a subtle guilt over the fact that she had felt pleasure and even fondled another's cock.
I turned away from her expression. At times like this, trying to talk to her and clumsily persuade her could backfire. Even a rational person, once upset, might do something stupid.
Instead, I wet a towel that Seon-go had prepared in the room with warm water, then wiped her body. She had tried to act indifferent when I wiped her chest, but when the towel touched her lower abdomen she tensed, and when it approached between her legs she closed her thighs and let out a weak moan.
"A...."
I stroked her hair and said.
"Tomorrow, let's do something even better."
Seon-go didn't answer. But it was obvious that in those shadowed eyes, a faint anticipation and a guilty conscience fighting to deny it were tangled together, which pleased me all the more.
If I just keep this up a little longer,
I could become 'husband and wife' with Seon-go.
Isn't marriage ultimately just sex?
Even if you hold a ceremony, if a man and woman haven't consummated, they aren't truly married.
Even without a ceremony, if they've had intercourse, they can be considered halfway married.
Probably a week.
Even taking it slow, that should be enough.