Nostalgia (4)
Nostalgia (4)
"Haat! Aaung! Aaang!"
With a jjeok jjeok, their flesh stuck together, and moans echoed through the bath chamber. Between her legs, a lewd fluid mixed with water and dripped ttuk ttuk. Seon-go's buttocks and my thighs stuck together, then pulled apart with a jjeo-eok. Seon-go was bent over, gripping the bath steps with her hands.
I grasped her buttocks and thrust my hips vigorously. Every time I drove forward, Seon-go lost her balance, either collapsing or rubbing her cheek against the wall of the tub as she writhed in pleasure.
"Ah! Ah-eut! Aaang! Ah!"
"Ooouuuut!"
And I ejaculated once more.
It was already my third release, but my momentum didn't falter. Seon-go's face flushed red, and she collapsed onto the floor with a satisfied expression. Semen trickled from between her legs, and her knees were stained red even though she'd placed a towel under them.
Drenched in afterglow and limp as a corpse, she stroked her knees and muttered.
"...My knees hurt."
Seon-go grumbled while lying on the floor. Because she couldn't put strength into her ankles, her hands and knees bore that much more strain. I slipped my arms under her armpits and lifted her up. Swept away by an intense wave of pleasure, Seon-go moved her body as I wished, unresisting.
"Eo-peu-pip...."
When I poured water over her head again, she fluttered her lips with a pururu sound—a cute noise.
"Then let's rinse off once more and get into the bath. We've had our fun. Now we should really wash."
Seon-go still wore an expression of lingering afterglow. Her eyes drowsy with ecstasy, she said to me,
"Yes. Let's try to bathe leisurely this time. The water is warm, after all."
*********
Cheolsseok! Cheolsseok! Cheolsseok!
"Aaang! Ah-eut! Ah! It feels good! More, harder! Ah-eut! Haah! I love it when you thrust into me! Aaaang!"
Water splashed up. The sunlit bathtub occasionally scattered rainbow colors that veiled our naked bodies.
How could a sparrow just pass by a rice mill? The moment we squeezed into the tub and our bare skin touched, we completely forgot our mutual pledge to just bathe normally.
Seon-go, who was supposed to sit beside me, subtly closed the distance. Before I knew it, she had climbed on top of me, rubbing her buttocks against me and casting glances my way.
Then I couldn't hold back; I grabbed her hips and thrust deep inside her.
"Aahng! Aaang! Aaht! Ah! Ah-eut! Aaah! Th-this position is embarrassing!"
Seon-go's hand covered her crotch, but there was nothing in front of the tub to hide her. As if feeling the gaze of the walls and the splashing water, she slipped her hand between her legs and pressed down on her little bud with her palm, shivering with pleasure.
"Heut! Aa-euung! Aaang! Aaaang!"
Seon-go's body pressed back against me as I drove my hips forward. Entangled, racing toward climax, we experienced a white-out and stopped moving as if electrocuted, trembling visibly.
"Aaaaaaa...! Aaah...! Haah...!"
I hugged her so tightly that my veins bulged, and she clamped her legs, struggling to prolong the peak. We became one mass and sank into the bath, and the water that had spilled over left the floor sopping wet.
Seon-go's hair stuck to my shoulder. Soaked, it was tangled every which way. She tilted her head back and met my eyes. With vacant pupils, she said,
"...Shall we really wash now?"
"...We should."
*******
"Excuse me, could you spare a thought for the person waiting?"
When we came out, we were greeted by Sannyeo glaring at us with a face full of discontent. Behind her, the sun slanted low, painting a sunset that felt almost emotional. We had lathered up and clung together—clung together outside the bath, clung together inside the bath.
And then, locking eyes, we clung together once more.
I couldn't tell how many times we had mingled our bodies in the bath.
How long had Sannyeo, waiting to wash up, been listening to our moans from outside?
I too felt a pang of guilt and averted my eyes, and Seon-go, blushing, said,
"Well... W-we hadn't seen each other in a long time... S-So it couldn't be helped..."
Sannyeo wore an expression of incomprehension.
"...You have all night."
"I'll do it at night too."
I nodded and replied. Seon-go's face grew even redder, and Sannyeo shook her head in disbelief. When it came down to it, you couldn't really fault a married couple for enjoying themselves after a long separation.
Sannyeo stopped scolding us and went into the bath with a towel in hand. Before the door closed, Seon-go, still in my arms, said,
"We need to reheat the water, so please wait a moment."
"...Hoo."
As expected of a martial arts master, Sannyeo controlled herself well. Anyone would be fuming and rolling on the floor in that situation, but she endured it with just a single sigh.
I decided to stop thinking about Sannyeo's bath and turned away with Seon-go.
Seated in the wheelchair, Seon-go said with an awkward face,
"I can go by myself."
"Eoheo."
When I playfully exclaimed, she resignedly folded her arms and sat demurely.
Dol dol dol, the wheels rolled.
The sun was setting, but we knew that for the time being, this happiness would continue both day and night.
*******
"How was it?"
"...I'm surprised. I didn't expect you to master it so quickly."
Quite some time had passed since then. When I demonstrated the profound principles of Taijiquan I had internalized, Sannyeo wore a genuine expression of admiration.
"They say Ten Thousand Streams Return to the Source, but even so, understanding the basics of a martial art whose current is entirely different from what you learned is not easy. Just as I thought, my eye for talent was right. You're someone who can accomplish a great undertaking."
Joy crept into Sannyeo's tone. Seon-go added,
"And I'm... the wife of the strongest under heaven... Ow!"
Looking over, Seon-go was on the wooden floor, lifting her legs and practicing balancing on her hands. As she spoke, she lost focus and fell, and Sannyeo helped her up again.
It looked like yoga, or perhaps a Chinese acrobatic troupe performing.
"Is that training to build strength?"
"That's right. She uses her arms routinely, and since her body has learned martial arts before, her muscles are somewhat developed. But she's rested too long, so she's not ready to start full-scale training right away. For now, she needs to do basic exercises to recondition her frame."
"You must be busy plotting your revenge, right? Soon, Venerable Geumbok will die at my hands. You should already have the next plan in place."
Sannyeo tilted her head and said,
"Oh my, you already have a plan like that? How are you going to kill him?"
"To be precise, it's not exactly killing Venerable Geumbok. But once this operation succeeds, Venerable Geumbok will be as good as a corpse. And I need your help with this operation."
Sannyeo nodded and replied,
"If it's help, I'll give it gladly. However, my identity must not be exposed."
I had no intention of using her face. I pulled out the axe at my waist and said,
"After we kill Venerable Geumbok, what will you do next?"
Sannyeo nodded and answered,
"We'll have to find the next opponent."
Her answer was mechanical, devoid of any emotional upheaval. It was as if she were reciting a fixed fate. But precisely because of that, I could feel the resentment she harbored. An attitude that killing was natural because they deserved to die.
How long must she have sharpened her blade to take someone else's death so for granted?
After staring blankly into space and blinking, she asked me again,
"...Suddenly I had this thought. What if, say, the person I want revenge on is now living well and has become one of the most respected righteous heroes in the martial world—what would you do?"
Sannyeo stared at me intently. I found it amusing that she was testing me this way.
"If he's a righteous man, he'd accept his own karma with dignity. If not, he's a hypocrite and deserves to die."
"A foolish question gets a wise answer."
Sannyeo looked pleased. She turned her head again and corrected Seon-go's posture. I practiced the stances of the Mount Tai Axe Technique for the first time in a while and fell into thought.
The martial world had gone to shit, and there was a renowned righteous hero?
If there was someone making a name as a righteous hero in a world where righteousness had fallen apart, he was definitely a shady bastard.
Except me, who always acts honestly.
The axe swings split the air.
A pleasant sound of splitting wind rang out, and a magpie flew in from the distance. Perched on a tree branch, the magpie let out a clear, brilliant chirp.
I stopped training and stared at the bird.
Seeing me watching the bird, Sannyeo and Seon-go said,
"It's a magpie. Something good must be about to happen."
"Where I lived, they also said that if a magpie flies in, a guest is coming."
"If it's a guest..."
Sannyeo trailed off.
"That's right."
As for a guest, it was obvious.
My prediction hit the mark exactly, and not many days later, Zhuge Yeong-yu came calling.
"The investigation into Jong Yuseop is finished."
Bringing interesting news.