46. Murong Clan (8)
Murong Clan (8)
46. Murong Clan (8)
"We have something in common. Do you know what it is?"
For better or worse, she was the friend I had known the longest in my entire life, including my previous one. Calling her a friend was a stretch, but since she called me one, I supposed we were friends. She was the one with all the power, and she made every decision.
In any case, that bewitching expression—one I had never seen in all the years I had known this troublesome friend—threw me off balance.
"That we like alcohol?"
"Correct."
She brought over that precious jar of Shaoxing wine and let it wet her own chest.
"Here, have a taste."
With my lips still around her nipple, she kept drizzling the wine little by little. As the finest liquor spread through my mouth along with the springy feel of her nipple, a sensation difficult to put into words washed over me, and I felt myself slowly growing drunk.
"Strong liquor leaves its fragrance behind and evaporates in an instant. I truly love that sensation. Would Young Master Baek care to enjoy it as well?"
Huh? Me too, nipple wine? That's not really my—
"Aaarrgh!!!"
A searing pain shot through my urethra. This crazy bitch had splashed strong Shaoxing wine over my cock.
"I know it is sensitive, but cannot you endure it like a man? That cock is about to enter me, and it was covered in my sister's filthy saliva and fluids. I had to wash it before using it."
She laughed sadistically. Fuck. Once I became strong through some master's soul, I would use this bitch's cunt as a cup and drink even stronger liquor from it.
"Young Master Baek. Are you angry?"
"A little."
"Oh my. You must feel more comfortable around me now. I told you that naked fellowship makes friends honest. And I promised you a gift if your cock was truly impressive. My sister was supposed to be that gift, but to a Young Master Baek who no longer ejaculates prematurely, she wouldn't be a gift at all—only trash.
"Here. Sit. I'll give you your real gift."
Murong Rin sat me down on a chair. The words "crazy bitch's gift" already had me wound tight with tension, but her gift was nothing I expected.
She approached me, knelt, swept her long hair aside, and delicately licked my urethral opening, still irritated by the alcohol. When she glanced upward and our eyes met, I lost all words.
This wasn't a dream, was it? However promiscuous she was, this was the famously arrogant Murong Rin, actually servicing a man with her mouth.
As though she read my thoughts, she smiled with her eyes and slowly swallowed the head of my cock. Soon her neck moved hard and fast, sucking my cock with fierce force. Her technique was supreme, beyond anything Murong Jin could manage—honestly, even better than Jeong-hyang's.
The physical pleasure defied description, but the sight was even more overwhelming: the arrogant princess of Liaoning who had looked down on me for seventeen years, the woman I had ravished only in fantasy, now kneeling and sucking my cock. The psychological pleasure was immense. I erupted into her mouth. Unlike her sister, she swallowed every drop and showed me her tongue before rising with a satisfied smile.
"Consider it an honor. Young Master Baek is the third man to receive this. The first was a man I casually met to practice this—he's no longer alive. After that, I saw many men but absolutely refused to do this for any of them, until I did it just once for a man who volunteered for a mission that would cost him his life for my sake. Young Master Baek is the first to receive it with no price asked, so think of it as an honor."
"It... it's an honor."
"Don't thank me. I gave it my all, so Young Master Baek must not half-ass this as you did with my sister. Satisfy me properly."
I was losing my mind. Just because she had relieved me once with her mouth, this crazy bitch was suddenly starting to look genuinely attractive.
"To be honest, I've always done that, sprinkling Shaoxing wine, because I hated the smell coming from the male organ, but Young Master Baek, you smell nice? I heard you were a Daoist; perhaps you've been burning fine incense? It's completely seeped into your body. If the mood strikes me next time, I'll do it for you with my mouth again, even without the Shaoxing wine."
The Yin-Yang Art's fragrance was far more effective than I'd realized. This wasn't about twenty-first-century perfume. In an age of poor hygiene, the male organ should have smelled worst and dampened lust, yet this grateful art had turned it into an instant attraction.
"My mouth isn't actually what I pride myself on. Every man who has shared my bed has been stunned by my elasticity. Here. Touch it."
She guided my hand to her breast. Its astonishing firmness justified her confidence. In truth, the buttocks surpassed breasts in elasticity. When I squeezed her ass—something I could ordinarily never dream of doing—it pushed back against my fingers like a superball.
"You seem pleased. I'm sorry I mocked your premature ejaculation. In truth, I climax quickly too. An orgasm feels wonderful, but I don't want our coupling interrupted, so make me climax once beforehand. You are confident with your hands, are you not?"
She seized my wrist and guided it to her cunt. Perhaps watching Murong Jin had already aroused her, because heat and dampness radiated from her pussy. Her opening accepted my fingers without resistance, but the instant they entered, the walls clamped down powerfully. With a recoil almost like an anus, this madwoman seemed to have mastered Kegel exercises that no one in this era could have taught her.
Like her oral technique, was she some kind of genius at sex? She had shown me a future technique, so I returned the favor. Reading her reactions, I found her G-spot at once and curled my fingers hard. She nearly leaped into the air. This was a rare chance to get even. When she instinctively tried to escape, I pursued relentlessly until she climaxed spectacularly and squirted.
"Ah... no!!!"
It was the first time I had seen her look embarrassed. The woman who always maintained absolute composure and contempt forgot even her madness and felt ashamed like an ordinary woman.
"Good heavens! To turn me into a bed-wetter! Young Master Baek. Isn't that too much?"
"But it felt good, didn't it?"
"Are you even asking? Do it one more time. I drank a lot, so it was an accident, but now there's no more urine left to come out, so you don't have to worry."
She spread her legs boldly despite her embarrassment and demanded more. That was like her. She had steeled herself this time, but once sensitivity had risen, the second climax came just as quickly. When I rubbed her exposed clitoris as though washing a grain of rice, she climaxed again.
You filthy bitch. You came that quickly yourself, yet mocked someone else for premature ejaculation?
"Ha... haak. This is no good. At this rate, my mind will be ruined before the penis even enters. What position do you like? On top? On the bottom? Or from behind?"
"Let's do all of them."
I had developed a bad habit. Once the Yin-Yang Art reached the Fourth Stage and Jeong-hyang and I lost our limit on rounds, I couldn't feel satisfied until I ejaculated at least five times. Murong Rin's vagina, like the rest of her, was extraordinarily elastic and almost chewy. Thanks to her experience and Kegel exercises, her cunt retained its original tightness even after nearly two hours. Half out of my mind, I slapped her springy ass as I had grown used to doing with Master, but she was too lost in pleasure to object.
"S... stop. I surrender. I can't do any more. If you're still not satisfied, I'll call my sister in and you two can keep going. My body can hold out, but my mind can't."
She had forgotten even the basic breathing method drilled into her over decades as a martial artist. Drool ran from her mouth as she begged. I had enjoyed myself enough as well.
Murong Rin.
As a hole, she was the best woman I had ever had.
"Hah... Young Master Baek... absolutely do not fall in love with me. If you tell me you love me right now, I feel as though my heart will waver."
"We're friends, aren't we? Come on, do one cycle of qi circulation and let's finish off the rest of the liquor."
"You considered it for less than a second before choosing liquor? Ah, my pride is wounded. Yet I lack even the strength to become angry. Beautiful Madness herself would laugh at me."
Grumbling, she barely raised herself and completed one Microcosmic Orbit. High-level internal arts made its circulation far faster than ordinary arts. Her usual gaze returned almost immediately. Instead of sitting across from me, she sat beside me, kneading my cock with one hand and holding a wine cup in the other.
"Ah. How embarrassing. Feeling so good made me lose my mind—I ended up spouting all sorts of nonsense. Anyway, I can share a bed with Young Master Baek whenever I feel like it, so I almost turned into a fool like my sister."
"Right. We both enjoyed it. That's all that matters. We walk different paths; let's not lose a good friend for no reason."
"Well said. And if Young Master Baek ever wants to do it with me, just say so at any time. Don't tiptoe around my feelings—let's enjoy it together."
"Yes. Let's take our time and enjoy it."
"Ah... that wounds my pride again. I thought you would say you wanted to do it again right away tonight."
"Aren't we friends for life? There's plenty of time ahead."
"Well, I suppose that's true. In fact, I'll be busy for a while, so if you feel like it, go ahead and hold my sister. Though after having tasted my body, you probably won't feel much like it. Since we're in a good mood, let's just drink our fill."
"I'm fine with that, but are you planning to drink while continuing to fondle my penis?"
"Do you dislike it? Young Master Baek may fondle my Yin Gate or breasts while drinking."
It had a distinct appeal. I drank cup after cup of Shaoxing wine while fondling Murong Rin's taut breasts. In that strange situation, I discovered another advantage of the Yin-Yang Art. Normally, one could clear intoxication by circulating internal energy, but a drunk person couldn't circulate it. Only a master could drink and clear the intoxication at once. Yet whenever I touched Murong Rin's breasts or ass—or occasionally slipped my fingers into her cunt—the Yang Blossom Art circulated automatically and dispelled the alcohol, allowing me to savor the liquor indefinitely.
"I told you I wasn't going to marry, didn't I? In truth, my mind is changing."
"Surely you don't mean me?"
"Of course not. Your only value is that cock, Young Master Baek, and my ambition is too great to marry for it. Competing with my brothers has shown me another weakness. They gain support from their wives' families, while I have no in-laws at all, and the enormous gap keeps widening. So I'm considering taking a man from a powerful family as a live-in son-in-law and giving our children my surname. My standards made it difficult to choose a husband, but thanks to you, my options have broadened."
"What? Why because of me?"
"Finding a man who is obedient enough to let me put my own surname on our child, whose family holds power, and who is also good in bed—even for me, that's hard to find. But since I can now satisfy my lust with Young Master Baek even after marriage anyway, I'll just look at family and character."
A thought worthy of a madwoman. She hadn't even chosen the husband she intended to cuckold, yet she already planned to continue having an affair with me after marriage. She was truly Beautiful Madness Murong Rin. Yet after sharing our bodies, she somehow seemed cute.