Taboo (4)

188. Taboo (4)

It felt ticklish and at the same time gave me an immense sense of conquest. A tall, model-like figure with long, straight hair. If Murong Rin was the princess of Liaoning, then Duanmu Seon was the princess of Jiangsu, the treasured daughter of the wealthiest family in the world. The sight of her now, naked and prostrate on the floor, licking my toes, made it impossible to think straight.

Between each toe. The part of the body I washed meticulously every day, yet still one of the filthiest places on a human being—she was licking it with such devotion.

"How is it, oppa? I'm a fairly obedient woman, right? Are you inclined to take me into your arms now?"

Duanmu Seon swept her hair back and looked up at me.

"Why go this far? Didn't you say Murong Rin would introduce you to mountains of men? If you're afraid of rumors, meet a Murong man. Murong Rin will make sure their lips are sealed."

"Oppa, I've always been looking for the best man. A real, strong man I can truly follow and submit to, not a man-child like my brother. I admit I have plenty of experience with men, but unlike my sister-in-law, I only took servants from the main household. Oppa, a female creature instinctively wants to spread her legs for a worthy male. People and beasts are all the same in this. Don't you pity me, only ever dealing with servants who were always watching my mood, not knowing what to do with themselves? I want to feel a real man and be held in his broad embrace too, just like my sister-in-law."

Her desperate, earnest words briefly shook my heart, and in that moment, she skillfully stripped off my pants. Whether it was because she truly was Gahong's daughter, or some kind of nursing skill she'd picked up during those long months of tending a sickbed, her hands were so deft that I hadn't seen the like since Gahong herself.

"Wow! So this is a real man. Everything I've seen until now was nothing but baby dicks. Compared to you, oppa, my brother and all the servants from the main house were exactly the same, weren't they? How can it be so imposing and appetizing? Now I finally understand the feelings of those courtesans who take a man's member into their mouths for fellatio. Oppa, please let me have a taste, just for a moment."

With a rapturous expression, Duanmu Seon frantically took my cock into her mouth. But honestly, this girl—from the start, she was going to do whatever she wanted anyway, so why did she keep pretending to ask?

She was clumsy. Extremely clumsy. But that wasn't a bad thing. On top of that, as if her constitution produced abundant saliva just like her love juice, she soaked my cock thoroughly as she explored it with fervent passion. Though her oral skills were terribly awkward, her sexual appetite seemed incredibly strong. While sucking my cock, Duanmu Seon slyly positioned her pussy over the toes she had just licked and began squirming and grinding against them. This was a first for me—violating a pussy with my toes. Seeing her get more aroused than I was while sucking my cock, my already flimsy self-restraint was completely shattered.

Once she had licked my cock wet enough with her mouth, she wedged it between her massive breasts and began licking only the glans.

"Soft, isn't it? My breasts are so big that if a man had a small member, it would disappear completely between them. But your manhood is so magnificent, oppa, that I can use both my ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠breasts and my mouth to give you pleasure."

Because she had only been with servants, I'd assumed she'd be the haughty-mistress type, but she was unexpectedly devoted to service. Perhaps from the habit of handling weak men who hadn't trained in martial arts, she treated my cock with the tender care one would give a treasured jar. In the end, her painstaking service made me spill my first load into her mouth, and she smiled blissfully, looking deeply satisfied.

"Did you enjoy it?"

"Damn. How am I supposed to hold back against this?"

"That's a relief. So, you'll take me now, right? There's no bed here, so please, over here."

She led me to the wall, braced her hands against it, and spread her legs. I didn't care about Gahong or anything anymore. I shoved my raging cock into her pussy in one go, and her abundant love juice welcomed me in, soft and smooth.

"Ahh... So full! Amazing. Oppa! Now this is a real man!"

Duanmu Seon fell into ecstasy as if she had gained the entire world. She was starving for masculinity, so instead of gentle sex, I moved my hips with rough thrusts as if I intended to break the wall down.

"Ah! It hurts! It didn't even hurt when my hymen broke, but your manhood hurts so much, oppa. It hurts so much that I'm happy! So this was a woman's pain."

Just as I had sensed during that remarkably easy first insertion, it seemed she was naturally a woman with a fairly large vaginal capacity, separate from her ample lubrication. For her, this feeling of being completely filled up seemed to register as immense joy.

"Oh... Oppa. I'm sorry. Since I can't bear you a child, please use my mouth as my yin gate and release your essence there."

With a deeply apologetic face, Duanmu Seon encouraged oral ejaculation. Well, I didn't want children either, so I had planned on that anyway, but did she really think I was going to come the instant I penetrated her? I couldn't even laugh. This woman—she'd sniffed out both that I was hung and that I was originally a premature ejaculator with her animal-like instincts, hadn't she?

With Lee Eun-ha becoming my woman, we could now attempt the Sixth Stage of the Yin-Yang Art, but we were still at the Fifth Stage. Lee Eun-ha, who was clumsy with internal arts, had taken quite a bit of time just to achieve the Fifth Stage, and with four women cycling through their periods, we hadn't been able to challenge the Sixth Stage yet. Besides, there was no particular need to rush the Sixth Stage, so we had been leisurely waiting for a day when ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠periods wouldn't overlap.

The Sixth Stage of the Yin-Yang Art did possess the incredible effect called the Union of Yin and Yang, but since we could just cultivate it at our leisure once we returned to Yeongsan, I hadn't been particularly greedy about it. Lately, however, having sex this frequently with other women had made me secretly covet the Yang Blossom Art's Sixth Stage, which came with its attached contraception ability for other women.

"Haa... Haa... O-Oppaaa!"

Still leaning against the wall, she had now reached her fourth climax. Truly at her limit now, even her abundant love juice was gradually drying up, and most of all, her legs had given out and she'd collapsed onto the floor. With an admirable spirit of service, she was determined to take my cock into her mouth even though she could barely support her own body. In the end, I released my semen into her mouth.

"Oppa. My pussy hurts a lot. Even though I produce a lot of love juice, your manhood was too much for me after all."

She spread her legs wide and caressed her pussy. She had seemed so much older for a while, but now she definitely looked younger and somehow a little cute. Looking at it this way, I really had pushed an ordinary woman too hard merely because she produced so much love juice. Seen in that light, Murong Rin was secretly a high-spec woman, wasn't she?

"Oppa. Yeongsan is in Liaoning, right? I want to go to Liaoning too. A letter came from my mother a little while ago—she said that after my brother's wedding is over, she's going to leave the main household and live quietly in Liaoning."

At the sudden mention of her mother, my heart dropped with a thud.

"My mother will be lonely by herself, so once the wedding is over, I'll move my residence to Liaoning where you and my sister-in-law are, oppa. I'll come running anytime you call for me, so you have to hold me often, okay? I won't see any other men besides you, oppa."

She spoke earnestly as she soaked a cloth with water from the table and expertly wiped my cock clean. The request for an after-session relationship was one thing, but at this point, her truly seeming like Gahong's daughter made my head feel like it was going to explode.

"Oppa. Do you happen to like cute women? My mother. She's a bit older, but I've aged in her place, so she's an extremely cute woman. My father passed away early, so she's been living in loneliness for several years. Shall I introduce you to my mother? Taking a mother and daughter at the same time—wouldn't that have a special flavor for a virile man?"

Now she was saying truly horrifying things and subtly recommending a mother-daughter combo.

"Excuse me, you said you didn't know a woman named Gahong in the Duanmu Clan, right? Is there anyone who knows a woman with the office of Jeongju?"

"Jeongju? Hmm. The Golden Flower Pavilion Master? It's an office in name only, managing a pavilion called the Golden Flower Pavilion. My mother is the Golden Flower Pavilion Master."

Shit. When it came to bad hunches, I'd truly become a Taoist master.

"May I ask your mother's name?"

"It's Gwak Jin-hong. Oppa. Are you interested?"

Jin-hong. Damn, she said she used a false name and turned Jin-hong into Gahong. My head was spinning. Even as we talked, Duanmu Seon had already dressed me neatly, wiped her own pussy, put her clothes back on, and even opened the window to air out the room.

"I need to dispose of the cloth. Could you call a servant for me?"

Duanmu Seon spoke, holding the final piece of evidence, the cloth. Not wanting to call a servant for something like this, I took the cloth stained with our fluids from her and incinerated it with Blazing Fire Qi.

"Oh my. As expected of you, oppa. So very cool."

She looked like a lady of the house, but she clapped like a child and nestled right into my arms. I hated how easily I'd fallen for her unexpected charm.

"Reverend, I was rude earlier. Only now do I keenly understand the foolishness of a frog in a well. I will engrave your precious teaching on my bones and never forget it."

While ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠I'd been fooling around with Duanmu Seon, Duanmu Hwang had already returned to our manor with Murong Rin. I didn't know the details, but at the very least, he seemed to have barely overcome his despair.

"What the young hero lacks is only experience. If you keep that in mind, you will be able to achieve favorable results at the Dragon-Phoenix Gathering."

I offered him some hollow words since he seemed to have pulled himself together. Honestly, I wasn't a martial god; a few words couldn't make him strong in an instant.

"You are right. I am but a novice. I will forget complacency and do my utmost when I step into the Dragon-Phoenix Gathering."

Duanmu Hwang with a refreshed expression. Honestly, I was still uneasy. Even now, this bastard seemed to think winning the championship would be a piece of cake as long as he didn't get complacent.

"'Do my utmost'? That's not even close to enough. Young Master Duanmu. The reason I am willing to marry you is that I need the honor and skill of the Eight Dragons champion. If you are truly a man, show me that resolve. If you win the championship, I will be an obedient wife and follow you for life. But if you fail to keep that boast, I will consider the marriage null and void."

At Murong Rin's single cold remark, Duanmu Hwang's face turned ashen.

"M-My lady!"

"Oppa. Are you not confident? Women hate men with no confidence. You've mastered the legendary Jeseon Classic, haven't you? Baek oppa isn't ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠even participating, so you ought to pull that off easily to win a beauty like my sister-in-law. Since ancient times, beauties don't belong to the courageous—they belong to the capable male. Isn't that right, unni?"

Duanmu Seon spoke to Murong Rin with a soft smile. That idiot Duanmu Hwang might not know, but Duanmu Seon was already thoroughly informed about Murong Rin. For better or worse, Murong Rin had already finished her massive profit calculation regarding the marriage to Duanmu Hwang. There was no way she would give up on the marriage now. Perhaps with just that one statement, she had set it up so that if Duanmu Hwang won, that was good, and if he lost, she would spend her married life with him under conditions far harsher than the absolute obedience they'd previously agreed to. Either way, she stood to gain, but it seemed she had already placed her bet on Duanmu Hwang's defeat.

"Understood. I will show you a man's resolve."

After a moment of contemplation, Duanmu Hwang spoke with a resolute face. I hadn't seen Murong Su's true skill yet myself, but he wasn't a championship candidate for nothing. Son Yeong, who even Myo Hong-seon couldn't defeat, had no way of beating Murong Su. But seeing Duanmu Hwang's pathetic swordsmanship earlier, Sword Threads my ass, I couldn't even begin to picture him defeating Son Yeong.

A man I had once envied greatly, but now I only pitied him. The more I could picture his future, the more pitiful he seemed. He didn't know it yet, but he was currently being utterly disregarded by his fiancée and his own sister. At the very least, I should treat him with warmth. Because I was the man who had violated his mother, his sister, and even his future wife.