Monster (10)
"Aaahh...!"
With a startled cry, white semen spurted from Docheol's cock and sprayed through the air. The Poison Human, caught off guard, repeatedly squeezed Docheol's pulsing shaft and then loosened her grip, over and over. Docheol narrowed his eyes and gasped for breath, while the Poison Human gazed up at him, lingering excitement still on her face.
"D-did I do well?"
"You did well."
Docheol stroked the Poison Human's head. Then, as if by mutual understanding, they kissed.
*****
"Now take off your skirt as well."
The Poison Human heard Docheol's blunt order and thought that the inevitable moment had finally arrived. For some time now, they had been spending their days fondling each other's cocks and nipples — a lifestyle that was lewd and maddeningly tantalizing. She had believed the moment would come someday when she would lift her skirt and fully surrender her most secret parts.
So she obeyed Docheol without resistance and pulled her skirt down. The moment her white underwear met Docheol's eyes, the Poison Human felt her face flush red and a tingling sensation resonate through her lower body, barely aware of it herself. And the knowledge that only a single thin piece of cloth covered her secret place excited her even more, soaking the fabric until it became utterly useless.
A distinct gray line.
That thin, damp stain blooming on her underwear stimulated Docheol. He moved next to the Poison Human, pressed her vulva firmly with his finger through the cloth, and smeared the wet trace wider.
"Ah...."
With that single cry, her underwear grew sodden, and he reached out and pulled it down. Her hand instinctively tensed to stop Docheol's rough touch, then relaxed, and the cloth slid down below her thighs.
Her cunt, pressed shut in a straight line, had never known a man's touch; only glistening love juices dripped from it.
"Aahh...! Ha-ut...! Uuut...!"
Docheol's fingers unhesitatingly explored her secret place. The Poison Human felt as if her waist were floating; she leaned against Docheol, shivering at the brazenly wet sounds resounding from her lower body.
Jjigeok jjigeok jjigeok jjigeok
Lewd, wet sounds.
"Haa..! Aang..! Aaahht..! A-ut...!"
The Poison Human felt a pleasure different from when Docheol toyed with her nipples. Docheol played with the Poison Human's vulva as he pleased, gently poking and loosening her insides. The Poison Human's fingers clutched Docheol's cock and shook it, but when she could no longer withstand the pleasure, they flailed helplessly through the air.
"Aaaaht...! A-uk...!"
Docheol grabbed the Poison Human's wrist with his free hand. When the Poison Human looked into his eyes with a puzzled expression, Docheol guided her hand directly to her own vulva. Her hand, which had never touched herself, awkwardly followed wherever Docheol led it.
"This spot, like this."
"A-ut...! Ah...!"
The sensation of touching herself was different from having someone else do it. At first, the Poison Human let Docheol move her fingers, but at last, even after Docheol pulled his hand away, she found the pleasurable spot on her own, wriggling her fingers and beginning to lose herself in the act.
As her fingers slipped between the cleft and sloppily thrust against her inner walls, Docheol's fingers began rolling her nipples in circles once more.
"Ah...! Aaht...! A-uk...! Aaaaaaaah!"
It didn't take long for the Poison Human to reach her peak. With her mouth wide open and a dazed expression, she staggered, then buried her face against Docheol's chest, repeating the motion over and over.
******
The road to Shaanxi was lewd and sticky.
In the remote corner of Shaanxi where the Crimson Ring Sect was situated — the destination Docheol and the Poison Human were heading toward — two women were peacefully enjoying their daily routine once again. One was Seon-go, humming happily as she waited only for Docheol's return, and the other was Sannyeo, who couldn't sit still, her face strangely uneasy.
Sannyeo slumped on the wooden floor in her manacles, biting her nails, looking exactly like a prisoner awaiting execution day or a widow waiting for her husband who had gone off to war. Seon-go could only find this behavior of Sannyeo's puzzling.
After all, the letter they had received a few days ago contained nothing that Sannyeo would dislike.
"Sannyeo-ssi. Why are you so anxious? Our husband will be back soon. And didn't the letter say he's bringing a new, pretty girl this time too? They say she's a girl who lived at the Tang Clan. How could our husband be so considerate of me... attending to this and that?"
"...Is that really consideration? Isn't he just adding more women?"
Seon-go shook her head vigorously at Sannyeo's question. Then, smiling broadly, she spoke.
"But that's a good thing for me too, you know."
Sannyeo shook her head and muttered. She had lived with Seon-go for quite a long time now, but Seon-go's sensibilities were very different from her own.
"...Sometimes I just can't understand the people in this household."
"Besides, didn't they say he destroyed the Tang Clan this time? I was so shocked when I heard the news. He didn't say he destroyed the Tang Clan himself, but the entire Tang Clan family died and they even issued a Sealing of the Clan Declaration. And on top of that, amid all that, a daughter of the Tang Clan is coming, following our husband. Just what in the world happened in Sichuan?"
Sannyeo nodded at Seon-go's words. To her, too, the Tang Clan was a troublesome and difficult existence. If you provoked them carelessly, you could suffer irreversible damage, and even if you killed them all, you could never know when or where a revenge-driven Tang Clan bastard might appear and feed you poison.
But Docheol had, to the outside world, made it seem like the Tang Clan collapsed from internal division and thus avoided their vengeance, and he was even seducing a daughter of the Tang Clan and bringing her along. From the perspective of Sannyeo, who was staying at the Crimson Ring Sect, it was a situation that felt utterly surreal.
She certainly wanted sects to collapse. But when sects crumbled as if by magic like this, it was also true that the question of 'How?' dominated her mind before any sense of exhilaration.
She believed in the Heavenly Mandate, but was this truly Docheol's Heavenly Mandate? Was the man called Docheol an absurd existence who could manipulate the fate of sects at will? What confused Sannyeo's heart wasn't just Docheol's crude, relentless advance.
"...Indeed, what in the world happened? I really didn't think he'd smash even the Tang Clan. I truly can't understand it."
Sannyeo's face, as she said she didn't understand, wore a complicated expression. Docheol always kept his promises. Then it was only natural that Sannyeo, too, had to keep her promises to Docheol. She had agreed to reward him, so she had to perform the acts Docheol desired.
Last time, she had done it with her feet, and the time before that, with her armpits. What on earth would he demand next? Right now, worry about what Docheol would demand next welled up inside her more than any satisfaction that the Tang Clan had fallen.
"He's a pervert, that's why. I'm worried even when I think about him coming back."
Seon-go laughed at Sannyeo's words and said this.
"Even so, Sannyeo-ssi. You look happy."
"I do?"
Sannyeo blinked at Seon-go's words. She reached out her fingers to touch her face, to say that couldn't be. She felt the corners of her lips faintly turned up. Though she wore a complicated expression and displayed aversion, in one respect, she was smiling.
Sannyeo wore an expression of disbelief as she touched her own face, then shook her head fiercely and cried out.
"No, I'm not happy at all. I'm not happy."
"Yes, yes. More importantly, Sannyeo-ssi. Would you check my stance? When I do it alone, my form is unstable."
Seon-go continued her own story without paying any mind to Sannyeo's denial. Sannyeo, who had been sitting awkwardly for a moment, moved at Seon-go's request.
"...Alright."
Seon-go grinned and kept talking.
"Anyway, what kind of person do you think that woman from the Tang Clan will be? Aren't you curious?"
"I think, since she's from the Tang Clan, she'll have a very ferocious and cruel personality. Those people are all infamous for being gloomy and sharp-tempered."
Sannyeo casually tossed out that remark, intending to scare Seon-go a little.
"You mean a person like that is going to be under our husband?"
Even when Sannyeo made ominous predictions, Seon-go scratched her head and grinned broadly, as if she actually preferred it that way. Sannyeo made a deflated expression and nodded.
"Anyway, Sannyeo-ssi. Would you check this martial stance? I think if I do it like this, it should work. But I can't quite get it right."
Sannyeo watched Seon-go take her martial stance and thought about something else.
The words 'you look happy' had a strangely unfamiliar ring to them.
Was she that happy?
Could it be that life at the Crimson Ring Sect, the days spent clashing with Docheol as master and disciple, were giving her a new kind of meaning?
Sannyeo looked up at the sky. There was still a long way to go before Docheol arrived, but somehow she wished he would come quickly.
When Docheol came, she would do whatever he wanted, acting as if she had no choice.
He would probably make another violent and perverted demand. If she grumbled and gave her body over, Docheol would be unable to hide his expression, grinning like an idiot and clinging to her.
"...That'll be fun."
"Huh?"
"Nothing. Nothing at all. Shall we try that stance one more time? Before Docheol comes, we should build up achievements enough to surprise him."
"Yes!"
The sounds of spirited shouts and laughter echoed through the Crimson Ring Sect. And far off, beyond the mountain, Docheol and the Poison Human slowly entered the mountain path heading toward Shaanxi.