Nostalgia (3)

Her soapy hand gently gathered my cock and started pumping it up and down. The lather clung wetly, coating her hand and my flesh white. Seon-go didn't wait for an answer. She shook her hand leisurely, as if she already knew exactly what I wanted.

She gripped me near the base, then stroked upward hard, as if pulling it out. As her hand neared the sensitive parts, she eased the pressure, then applied force again as she brought it back down.

"How is it?"

Seon-go asked. I answered with a nod. Steam rose from the hot water, and the stone bath had turned hazy white. 'Wasn't this place like the Peach Blossom Spring in An Gyeon's Dream Journey to the Peach Blossom Spring?'

Seon-go worked her hand up and down with deliberate, meticulous devotion.

"Huu..."

"Oh my."

The first ejaculation came fast. It had been a while since I'd last pulled one out, and the charged situation made the release seize me in an instant. Seon-go, still firmly gripping my cock, wore a startled expression. Semen had splattered against the wall and was dripping down in thick white streaks.

"You seemed to enjoy that."

Seon-go said that as she scooped water with a wooden basin and threw it against the wall. Everything that had smeared the clean stone—soap suds and semen—were swept away in a rush. When my gaze followed the thin trail of water running across the floor, Seon-go's hand left my cock and rubbed my thigh with her palm, then finally finished soaping me all the way down to my feet.

"Puheu...."

Warm water poured over my head.

I gave a sound like some old codger being bathed, letting my lips flap. Seon-go covered her mouth and laughed at the ridiculous noise I was making.

"What even was that?"

I didn't answer and turned my body instead. Even though I'd just shot a round, my cock was standing stiff and erect. She had been laughing cheerfully, but the moment our eyes met, her laughter cut off. Her gaze dropped to my lower half, and her face flushed red.

Then, twiddling her fingers, she spoke.

"... I-I haven't washed yet. Just a moment...."

"I'll wash you."

"Huh?"

Seon-go's eyes went round. For someone who had just been zealously bathing me like an attendant, the reaction was intense. She rubbed her own face as if applying makeup and spoke in a small voice.

"No, that's... I-I can wash on my own.... J-just sit here in the bath for a moment...."

No need for long-winded persuasion. She was my wife and I was the stronger one. No point standing outside the bath, dripping wet, bickering while my heated body cooled down—I could just show her with action.

"Kyaat!"

I lifted Seon-go, who had curled up. She froze in her tucked-up, chair-like posture and let out a cute yelp. Because she had even pulled her legs together, it felt like lifting a figurine.

I turned again and sat Seon-go down on my knees. She was utterly dumbfounded by the fact that she'd been hoisted up like a toy, yet she obligingly settled on top of me with her body neatly tucked in.

"I-I can wash by myself...."

When she tried to whine again, I doused her with water exactly the way she had done to me earlier. Hit by a sudden blast of water, Seon-go swept a hand over her face once and shook her head from side to side. Meanwhile, I gave the cloth she'd just used on me a ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠quick rinse and worked up more lather.

"...Really.... I wanted to do everything for you today."

Maybe she couldn't bring herself to push me away now that things had come this far; Seon-go grumbled. I pressed the cloth to her back and said,

"You worked hard guarding the house, so I ought to treat my wife right."

"Oh please, Sannyeo-ssi worked even harder."

I'd heard the story when I got into the bath. While those Zhuge Family agents had been sneaking around in false uniforms, Sannyeo had been bivouacking outside. Sleeping rough when there was a perfectly good house seemed unnecessarily hard, but that didn't mean I could reward Sannyeo the same way.

"If only the cloth had been just a little softer...."

"Hmm?"

I pointed at the washcloth in my hand.

"Oh? Ah, if this cloth were just a smidge softer I could've really scrubbed you raw, but the surface is coarser than I thought."

"It hurts, so go gentle."

If Hong Ye's skin was a brown-toned, taut, bursting-with-health sort of ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠glow, Seon-go's skin was a pale, translucent porcelain charm. The lightest press of my fingers would tint it red before it returned to its original color, and that gave me the feeling of painting on mulberry paper.

Recalling how I used to glue cotton balls onto mulberry paper back in arts and crafts class as a kid, I kept rubbing the cloth.

"Eup...."

I was just rubbing, and already Seon-go had stiffened up. Was she recalling times I'd massaged or caressed her? She was acting casual and holding tension in her body, but since she was sitting on top of me, I felt everything—every tiny shift of her body, every time she squeezed her thighs together and her bottom nudged against my legs.

My cock stood rigidly erect as well, rising behind her back like a backrest. When I deliberately moved my body and pressed my cock into the cleft of her behind, Seon-go straightened her spine again and her fingers fidgeted.

"Huuuh..."

"Oh my."

A small, weak moan slipped out of her mouth, and her ears went red. Once I'd covered her entire back with lather, I reached my hands around to the front.

"Ah, that's— ..."

Seon-go showed her embarrassment, even though we'd shared a bed before. And that was part of her charm. Her ambiguous hand movements—trying to block my hands but not really blocking them—got me even more excited.

"Ah...! Ahhkt...! Do-Docheol.... Th-that hand of yours isn't soaping me at all...."

I seized her breasts with both hands. They were the perfect size to fit in a single palm, so just holding them was a joy. While I was savoring the soft feel, Seon-go grabbed the hand without the cloth and grumbled.

"I'm smearing the lather on, so it's all part of washing you."

As I said that, I transferred the foam from the cloth to my other hand and coated it white. When I ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠proudly showed off my suds-covered hand, Seon-go pouted her lips and said,

"Lecher."

"And who was it that was feeling up someone else's stuff just now?"

When I kneaded her breasts and asked in a lecherous tone, she shut her eyes and her face went red. When I slickly circled her nipples with soap-smooth fingers, she seemed to feel it even more keenly than usual.

"...Nngh.... I don't know. Ah, y-you do the nipple like that...! Aang!"

Her hips bucked. When she lifted her waist once and brought it down, my stiffly erect cock collided with her buttocks. At the sensation of the glans pressing down firmly, Seon-go's body gave a startled twitch, and I seized the moment—I lifted her body one more time and lodged my cock between her legs.

"Ah...!"

Seon-go was flustered. The space between her legs was wet even though we hadn't splashed much water there. Her breasts were already buried in soap suds, and the head of my cock poked out between her thighs.

Seon-go, with a man's cock nestled between her legs, seemed overtaken by a strange feeling.

"What kind of position even is this...?"

"I'm washing you."

Then I reached down and soaped up my cock again. When the stiff thing was coated white and started squirming between her legs, thrusting in like a snake, she finally seemed to realize what I was after.

"Aahh..."

Seon-go let out a moan that mixed understanding and pleasure. I grabbed her waist with my soapy hand. Seon-go slightly spread her legs for me to lift her more easily and leaned against me. And each time I raised my hips, she carefully matched her own hips to the motion.

"Haa...! Ah...!"

I was only soaping up her lower half, and Seon-go, as my wife, was simply falling in with the rhythm. I regretted there was no mirror in front of us. If there had been a mirror, we would certainly have been able to see an obscene sight.

We would have gotten a raw view of Seon-go, smeared all over with lather, her legs spread, rubbing her private parts on my cock.

"Aahh...! Docheol...! Ahhkt...! Haa...! This... it's weird...! I shouldn't get addicted to this kind of thing...!"

Her face was flushed with rapture. When I opened my mouth, she leaned her body forward, stretched out her tongue, and licked my lips. Our lips never touched; we just mixed our tongues and shared breath.

"Haa...! Ah...! Ahhkt...! Docheol...! Ah...!"

Just as quickly as I had ejaculated, Seon-go's body grew heated. She stopped sucking my tongue, called my name, and began rubbing her body against me. With her body squirming this way and that atop my cock, my shaft—which had only been meant to graze her slit—scraped up higher each time, thumping against her bud.

"Euhkt...! Ah...! Ahhkt...!"

Seon-go found the action so satisfying that she bobbed her hips a few times, pretending it was an accident. Then

"Aahh...! Ah! Aang! Ah-eup! Haht! Ah!"

once she got the feel, she began bouncing her waist openly. Our faces turned bright red, we hurtled toward the peak, and

"Aaaaaaahh!"

along with Seon-go's single-note scream, I shot out ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠semen once more.

"Haa.... Haa.... Haa...."

I whispered to Seon-go, her face and shoulders plastered with wet strands of hair.

"If you tell me you want it, I'll give it to you as much as you like."