140. Duanmu Clan (3)
Duanmu Clan (3)
140. Duanmu Clan (3)
Swaying breasts. Contrary to my expectations, their tips bore distinct, small areolae and pert, pretty nipples. I had assumed that someone with such massive breasts would naturally have inverted nipples, but unexpectedly, her chest maintained an enormous shape while remaining perfectly beautiful in form. And that slender waist, caught between those wide-spreading hips and massive breasts, created an extreme, unbalanced beauty. Since holding Jeong-hyang, not even Lee Yeon had been able to capture my gaze like this, yet here, so close to me, was such an absurdly stunning beauty.
Startled, she had covered her breasts with one hand and her private parts with the other, but the moment our eyes met, she slowly lowered her hands and showed me her naked body in full. Having observed my cock right before her eyes, had she now steeled her own resolve?
"Wow! You really do have a beautiful body. Even if Lady Seo-ok is beautiful, in terms of her naked body, this heroine here is surely far more beautiful. But you shaved your lower parts? Is this also part of Taoist arts training?"
Gahong tilted her head as she stared at the smooth, bare cunt. Master and Jeong-hyang both had bare cunts too. Master's pubic hair had been offered up in tearful devotion for the White Feather Fan, Jeong-hyang's for Master, and Lee Eun-ha's pubic hair had been sacrificed for Jeong-hyang. Son Yeong must have been the only woman in the Yeongsan Sect who still had pubic hair. When Lee Eun-ha nodded, Gahong raised her gaze to the breasts.
"Just as the symbol of a man is his phallus, the symbol of a woman is her breasts. The two of you are truly the finest of man and woman. I've become ashamed to undress."
Yet even as she said that, she stripped off her clothes with brisk indifference. Honestly, what I found remarkable was that, like our clothes earlier, she had perfectly folded her own clothes and placed them neatly on the shelf. Even among the wealthy, not everyone was the same. She was probably the type of woman who, even if she didn't scrimp on money, took care of her own and her child's household chores herself.
Unlike Master with her youthful-faced, massive-breasted figure, Gahong had slightly smaller breasts and buttocks. Her nipples, however, were large—they seemed even bigger than Lee Eun-ha's—and in contrast to her youthful-looking face, her pubic hair grew thick and luxuriant.
"My breasts are quite small, are they not? Even these came from giving birth and nursing my child."
Humming a little tune, Gahong brought over two wooden chairs and seated us. I was at least somewhat used to it, but Lee Eun-ha was a person deeply unaccustomed to being waited upon. Yet, led by her touch, which had been subtly commanding the atmosphere ever since the meal earlier, Lee Eun-ha obediently sat down beside me. Moderately warmed water poured over us. Then Gahong began to wash my hair with camellia oil, humming happily.
I had felt it back at the Red Flower Pavilion too, but having someone bathe me truly felt wonderful. Especially with this affectionate touch rather than a businesslike one—it was enough to make me suddenly think of my mother from my past life. Lee Eun-ha seemed to feel the same strange comfort and ease, for while Gahong carefully lathered her long hair, she closed her eyes and savored the touch.
"The facilities are run-down, but I prepared good oil. No matter how powerful a martial artist may be, hair gets damaged in winter. There are no blood meridians inside the hair, so no matter how much you circulate your qi, it has no effect. That's why you have to wash your hair with oil like this every so often."
Still humming a tune that sounded almost like a nursery rhyme, she finished washing even all of Lee Eun-ha's long hair. This time, as she washed my face, she continued with what sounded like nagging.
"The back of the ears is out of sight, but if you don't wash there, it will smell. When a woman embraces you, her nose comes near this area, so you must always wash it clean."
Truly the words of a mother.
"Breasts this large trap sweat underneath, don't they? So you must keep them meticulously clean. When you couple with the young hero, he will surely bury his face straight into these enormous breasts without a second thought."
Gahong lifted Lee Eun-ha's large breasts and washed the undersides. Lee Eun-ha grew increasingly flustered, but she did not refuse those hands.
"You hated it so much when Senior Sister Jeong touched you there, but Gahong's hands seem to be all right?"
"[Senior Sister Jeong is only teasing me. Besides, I truly dislike a woman's touch, but if I'm to become Junior Brother's wife, it can't be helped. Since Junior Brother accepted me, I must learn to fit in with the others too. Penetrating Master with a Wooden Root or licking Senior Sister Jeong's anus is too much for me right now, so I plan to try it with Senior Sister Son first.]"
She too had made her resolution. But making that kind of expression with her breasts still entrusted to someone's hands only made it look comical.
"There. The most important place: the penis. Because it enters a woman's most precious Yin Gate, it must be washed thoroughly. And if a woman is going to perform oral sex, she will truly hate putting a foul-smelling penis into her mouth."
Gahong skillfully pulled back the foreskin and carefully cleaned the sensitive glans. A momentary flinching sensation, and my cock naturally began to swell, but Gahong just smiled brightly and silently continued her work.
"The same goes for women. But you must be careful. No matter how much you want to get clean, you absolutely must not scrub hard inside the Yin Gate. Even after you are no longer a virgin."
Along with her friendly explanation, Gahong reached her hand toward Lee Eun-ha's cunt, but Lee Eun-ha, who had been holding up well until then, found even that one thing too much. She rose from her chair and stepped back one pace.
"Ah. I'm sorry. This heroine isn't my daughter, is she? You're not a child, so please wash yourself down there. I am a widow, so it doesn't matter for me, but putting a hand on the Yin Gate is an act that mars chastity, even between women."
Gahong laughed lightly, spread her legs before us, and demonstrated in detail how to wash herself. The method she described was proper hygiene, extraordinarily rare in this era. Unclean habits persisted in China even into the twenty-first century, but a household this wealthy had evidently instilled such refined domestic education in its daughters. Cleanliness concerned health, not merely body odor, and for daughters of prestigious families, reproductive hygiene could directly affect pregnancy. That was likely why she was so thorough.
"Something everyone surprisingly doesn't know: when preparing for coupling, you must clean thoroughly not only the Yin Gate but also the anus like this. Among men, there are many who make a woman go on all fours like a bitch to couple. When that happens, not only the Yin Gate but the anus as well is plainly visible. If the anus is unclean or gives off a foul odor at that moment, even an iron club of a penis will wilt and hang its head."
That was truly correct. During doggy-style sex, the anus was even more visible in a man's field of view than the cunt. That wasn't something I could notice at Yeongsan Sect, but if a smell arose from there, even with my Yang Blossom Art at the Fifth Stage, I would have had no confidence whatsoever in staying erect. Along with her detailed explanations, she showed us the sight of herself washing her own cunt and anus. More than this woman who felt almost like a mother, it was watching Lee Eun-ha, awkwardly washing her own private parts while listening to the explanation, that made my already-erect cock swell even larger.
"Oh my. Too cute. Young hero. Seeing the body of the senior sister you love got you this excited, didn't it? Here. Now let's go to the bed. Your noona will eat you up deliciously."
Like a mother of two, she naturally took our hands and led us toward the bedroom. After carefully drying us with the prepared towels, she seated Lee Eun-ha on a stool and climbed onto the bed with me.
"The young hero looks gentle, but his male pride is immensely strong in bed. Even though the heroine is your senior sister, once she climbs up here, she is simply a female. The same goes for me. If the man tries to touch your body, offer it to him; if not, gently caress his penis."
With those words, Gahong carefully took my penis in both hands. True to her words, once she had climbed onto the bed as well, she began to covet my equipment not with warm, tender maternal affection but with lewd, passionate lust.
"Good heavens. Never in my life, even in dreams, did I imagine I would see such a member. If something this big enters, it must feel like giving birth, wouldn't it?"
A jarring observation befitting a postpartum woman, more than anything erotic. Lying on the bed, she fondled my cock this way and that before beginning to touch the tip of the glans with the tip of her tongue. Perhaps leisurely sex was her preference; she did not hastily take it into her mouth but instead explored every nook and cranny, gauging my reactions. I had to admit, real experience was nothing to scoff at. Teasingly licking here and there, sometimes lapping at the scrotum, sometimes licking the underside of the glans, before finally swallowing the entire glans and beginning to increase the pace more and more intensely.
Whether her late husband's equipment had also been impressive, or she had plenty of experience with large cocks after his death, she now opened up her throat and swallowed the whole thing whole. She wasn't at Lee Yeon's level, but still, hers was a high-level oral skill that Gyeong Su-yeon or Do-hwa couldn't even begin to approach, and I slowly began to grow aroused.
Then my eyes suddenly met Lee Eun-ha's, as she sat on the other side watching us. What the hell was I doing right now? Having just been enjoying a date with a woman, I was now in this absurd situation with my cock in another woman's mouth, and there she was, genuinely aroused, diligently working her fingers.
Good God. A virgin, openly masturbating while watching sex right in front of her. As if asking me to watch, she had spread her legs wide and was using those delicate fingers to stroke her own cunt. As if that alone didn't satisfy her, she even lifted one of those large breasts with her other hand and licked her own nipple. I had only seen women sucking their own breasts in Western porn. Truly, my cock was off-the-Asian-scale, but apparently she was the same.
By now, Gahong's oral was melting my cock with ever more complex and intense motions, and aroused by Lee Eun-ha even more than by that, I ultimately released my first shot into Gahong's throat. A deep-throating of such a massive cock puts considerable strain on the throat. Yet with tears even forming in her eyes, Gahong naturally spat out my semen, smeared it onto her own private parts, then lay down on the floor and spread her legs.
"Truthfully, you ought to secretly moisten your own Yin Gate on the sly during moments like this. Because there are quite a lot of men who dislike that kind of vulgar display."
Meticulous sex education mixed with lust and anticipation. Lee Eun-ha was like that too, but this woman Gahong was truly a strange one. At times like a warm mother, at times like someone from a prestigious aristocratic clan accustomed to luxury and power-tripping, and at times like a lascivious wanton. Even setting aside complicated thoughts and looking at her simply, she was a charming woman. Even without smearing her own saliva and my semen onto her cunt, I could have moistened it plenty, but well, it wasn't too late to do so now.
When I slowly pushed my cock in, the vaginal flesh clung tight as if it had been waiting. A tightness almost like a virgin's, impossible to imagine from a woman who had given birth. I had speculated as much with Murong Rin, but apparently the prestigious families did possess some secretly transmitted women's medicine. When you thought about it, the daughters-in-law of great clans would have to compete with numerous rival concubines and sexually satisfy powerful men in the bedroom, so they would naturally have trained in such techniques; and a mother's teachings would someday be passed down to her daughter. Well, though right now it was some unrelated bastard pounding this woman's cunt.
From behind, Lee Eun-ha was masturbating while staring fixedly this way. For the sake of her fetish and my own self-esteem, I supposed I had to put in some real effort for the first time in a while.
"Eek!!! Y-... young hero! W-wait a moment! I-I've already... t-two times already... I'm too sensitive right now a-and if you move I can't... can't breathe!!"
The leisurely older woman was gone. I had done no more than move in the missionary position, yet with her second climax she spoke while nearly foaming at the mouth. But there was no need to stop. Women were built to experience multiple orgasms. I turned her over and shifted us into the doggy-style position for which she had prepared by washing her anus so thoroughly. Her breasts were a bit small, but I had never handled nipples that large before, and they were easy to toy with.
"Y-... Young hero! Ah... no, Elder! J-just a moment, just a moment... Ack!!"
Waves of pleasure crashing ceaselessly upon an extremely sensitized body. Those who practiced Yin Blossom Art would never collapse from orgasm, but through women who simply enjoyed sex, like Murong Rin, Hong Seon-hwa, and Ban Ho-jeong, I had become accustomed to this sight. Normally something one could hardly ever experience—dozens of overlapping layers of pleasure—after enough of it piled up, their own bodies would make them realize that every pleasure they had known before had not been real pleasure. By this point, Gahong was dripping tears, snot, and saliva—even urine was trickling out of her. As infuriating as it was, I was a pervert who truly got aroused by this side of a woman.
And watching Gahong and me, even Lee Eun-ha behind us was smiling happily, her expression one of utter rapture.