The Lascivious Sword (6)
In the midst of thoroughly enjoying Eun Gwanyeong's body, Wi Ilcheong felt someone's gaze.
Hmm…?
He glanced toward the source of that stare and found the door cracked slightly open.
There, watching him and Eun Gwanyeong with rapt attention, was Dokgo Ryeong. Wi Ilcheong barely swallowed the laugh that nearly burst out of him and sent a sound transmission to Eun Gwanyeong.
Miss Eun.
…Yeees?
Miss Dokgo is secretly peeping on us.
Hweh?! F-for real?
Shall we give her a proper show?
Wi Ilcheong lifted Eun Gwanyeong from behind and drove into her again, angling her so Dokgo Ryeong would have a clear view.
"Haaeugh…!"
Figuring that ought to leave the point of entry fully visible, he rolled his hips even harder.
He had never particularly enjoyed being watched — but if the one watching was Dokgo Ryeong, that was another matter entirely.
Miss Dokgo is completely ignorant about sex…
A woman whose extraordinary sensitivity and fierce self-denial formed the most delicious imbalance. A woman who, even knowing exactly who he was, still wouldn't come to his bed of her own accord.
And that was precisely why Wi Ilcheong wanted her all the more.
He had promised to wait for their wedding night, so he had no intention of making the first move — but leaving things as they were wounded his pride.
Who was he, after all?
The man who boasted the greatest stamina in all the martial world. The Lust Demon, Wi Ilcheong.
If she won't come to me… I'll just have to make her come.
The instant he slammed into Eun Gwanyeong even more roughly—
"Hng…! Mmph…!"
—a moan slipped out from Dokgo Ryeong's side of the door.
Oh? So she wasn't just watching.
Leaving the exhausted Eun Gwanyeong collapsed on the floor, Wi Ilcheong approached the crack in the door.
He pressed his eye to the narrow gap — and locked gazes with Dokgo Ryeong.
"Were you spying on us?"
"Kyaaaaah!!"
Dokgo Ryeong jerked backward in shock, and Wi Ilcheong flung the door wide open.
A face flushed scarlet. Eyes staring up at him in pure panic.
And a hand shoved down inside her pants. Wi Ilcheong's mouth curved into a wicked grin.
"Ah… so you were touching yourself."
"Aaaah… n-nooo… th-that's…!"
Wi Ilcheong already knew exactly what kind of woman Dokgo Ryeong was — knew it to the point of exhaustion.
A woman more curious about sex than anyone, yet so untouched by men that she had decided, without exception, that anything sexual was terrifying and filthy.
The best way for her to shed that fear was simply to get used to it.
"Come join us."
"Hweh?!"
Wi Ilcheong held out his hand to her.
"Don't peek from the shadows. Watch properly, openly — and keep going."
"Y-you… uuuugh… you filthy bastard!!"
"Hmm… and peeping on other people's intimacy isn't filthy?"
"Th-that's… you two were being too loud…!"
Just then, Unyeong stirred in his sleep.
"Nnngh…. kkhh… snrrrk…"
"…If you keep shouting like that, the Divine Doctor is going to wake up."
"Hahaha… st-stop iiit…"
"Enough running. Come inside. Weren't you curious?"
Wi Ilcheong caught Dokgo Ryeong's hand and pulled.
Feeling her follow without resistance, he bit back another smile.
Rattle.
He shut the cracked door and turned to her.
"Don't sneak glances. Watch properly. You'll be doing this yourself someday anyway — might as well broaden your horizons in advance."
"Uu… uuuugh…!"
Watching Dokgo Ryeong hang her head, ears burning crimson all the way to the tips, Wi Ilcheong woke Baekri Sohyeon, who had collapsed in exhaustion after her own climax.
"Miss Baekri."
"…Mm… huh? Ryeong Mae's here?"
"Yes. She was next door, peeping on Miss Eun and me during our dual cultivation — while touching herself."
"Th-that's not truuue!!"
Dokgo Ryeong squawked in protest, but Baekri Sohyeon grasped the situation at once. Smiling, she drifted over.
"Heheh… so Ryeong Mae was interested too?"
"N-nooo… th-that's not… I mean…"
"Fufu. Want to watch together from here? Gwanyeong's incredible, you know."
"Hweeeh… having Miss Dokgo watch is a little embarrassing…"
Despite Eun Gwanyeong's faint hesitation, Wi Ilcheong had no intention of going easy on her.
He took her by the arm, guided her into a position where Dokgo Ryeong could see everything clearly, and spoke.
"Well then, Miss Dokgo."
"…"
"Come to think of it, I don't believe you've ever watched dual cultivation up close. I'll show you slowly. If there's anything you don't understand, ask Miss Baekri."
"N-nooo… I… I don't…"
"Ryeong Mae, you don't have to run so hard."
Baekri Sohyeon whispered against Dokgo Ryeong's ear.
"You'll be enjoying this yourself soon enough."
"Hngh…!"
The sudden brush of breath against her ear made Dokgo Ryeong startle, both hands flying up to clutch at her chest.
To soothe the faintly frightened woman, Baekri Sohyeon wrapped her arms around her from behind and laid her own hands over Dokgo Ryeong's.
"Fufu. Don't be so scared. It might be frightening at first, but you'll get used to it quickly."
"Uu… uuu…"
Dokgo Ryeong squeezed Baekri Sohyeon's hands tight. Baekri Sohyeon lifted her gaze to Wi Ilcheong.
"Brother Wi."
"Yes. Shall we begin, then. Miss Eun — would you stand over me the way you did before?"
"Yeees."
Seated on the floor, Wi Ilcheong waited as Eun Gwanyeong straddled him, spreading her legs and slowly lowering her hips.
The moment his manhood brushed against her entrance, he spoke.
"Miss Dokgo."
"Y… yeshhet!"
"Watch carefully. It's about to go inside."
"Uu…"
Dokgo Ryeong pressed her palms to her cheeks — burning as if they might burst into flame — and held her breath as she stared.
"I… I'm putting it in, okayyy?"
"Yes. Come down slowly."
As Eun Gwanyeong gradually lowered her hips, Wi Ilcheong's length sank deeper and deeper into her.
Dokgo Ryeong watched, utterly spellbound, until Baekri Sohyeon spoke beside her.
"See the tip of Brother Wi's thing?"
"Y… yeah."
"When that part pushes in… it feels amazing."
"Hweh?!"
"The feeling is like…"
Baekri Sohyeon's hand settled over Dokgo Ryeong's lower belly.
"…being filled up tiiight, right here."
"Hng…!"
"Oh my. Did you feel that just from the words, Ryeong Mae?"
"Wh-who felt anything?! Y-you're whispering right in my ear — it just tickles, that's all!"
"Fufu."
Dokgo Ryeong thrashed and denied it with everything she had, but that stubborn dishonesty only made her cuter. Baekri Sohyeon couldn't hold back her smile.
"Look — now it's going all the way in."
"…"
Just as Baekri Sohyeon said, Eun Gwanyeong slowly sank down until Wi Ilcheong's enormous length vanished completely inside her.
"Haaeugh… I… I'm gonna move, okayyy?"
"Yes, Miss Eun."
Wi Ilcheong settled his hands on her waist. Eun Gwanyeong reached one arm back to brace against his shoulder and began to roll her hips, little by little.
"Hng… nh…!"
Glistening with her slick, his manhood slid in and out of her again and again.
"Haaeugh…!"
Watching Eun Gwanyeong's lower belly ripple with every thrust — proof of just how large he was — Dokgo Ryeong recoiled in shock.
"H-hey… th-that…!"
"Ah, Gwanyeong's a little small-framed, so it shows more on her."
"Hwah… d-doesn't that hurt?"
"Does Gwanyeong look like she's in pain?"
At Baekri Sohyeon's question, Dokgo Ryeong looked at Eun Gwanyeong's face.
"Haaeugh…! Hng…!"
Vacant, glazed eyes. A tongue lolling out so far that strands of drool dripped steadily to the floor.
Following that trail of saliva downward, Dokgo Ryeong found Wi Ilcheong's shaft, soaked in slick, and Eun Gwanyeong's hips working tirelessly even as wet, lewd sounds filled the air with every thrust.
"Th-that's not…"
"Right? She looks like she's feeling incredible, doesn't she?"
"Hngh…!"
Dokgo Ryeong shuddered hard once more.
But Baekri Sohyeon gave her no room to breathe, pressing right on.
"See the tip of that thing? The mushroom-shaped head."
"Y… yeah…"
"Every time that slightly flared rim moves and scrapes along the inside… it feels so good."
"Haah…!"
Dokgo Ryeong's hips trembled as she pressed her thighs tightly together.
Her lower dantian throbbed. An itch burned between her legs.
"Want to try feeling it a little yourself, Ryeong Mae?"
"H… huh?"
"Just slip a finger in and stroke a little. Don't use your nail."
"Uu… r-right now?"
"Everyone else here is already naked except you. Why don't you take yours off too while you're at it?"
"Y-you… uuuugh… you filthy slut!!"
Dokgo Ryeong screeched, and Baekri Sohyeon let the idea go with a touch of regret.
Still not ready to go that far, huh…
Just as Wi Ilcheong had grown skilled at handling Dokgo Ryeong, Baekri Sohyeon was growing familiar with her too.
Confirming that the woman still balked at stripping down with the rest of them, Baekri Sohyeon switched tactics and began coaxing her more subtly.
"It feels so good, Ryeong Mae."
"B… but…"
"Just try a little. I won't force you."
"I-it's… it's embarrassing!!"
"You didn't even finish touching yourself earlier, did you?"
"Hweh?!"
"If you leave it like this… that heat is going to surge right back up. You won't sleep properly tonight, you know?"
Under Baekri Sohyeon's gentle prodding, Dokgo Ryeong began to waver.
"W… well…"
"Why not enjoy yourself a little right now? Brother Wi is so focused he doesn't even seem to notice you."
"B… but…"
"Just put your hand in and out for a second. One finger. One knuckle. That's all."
"Uu… uuuugh…"
Dokgo Ryeong slowly lifted her hand.
Her trembling eyes flicked once to Baekri Sohyeon, then to Eun Gwanyeong.
"Hnnngh…! O… Oppaa… i-it feels too gooood…!"
"Hah…! Let's… move faster…!"
At some point Wi Ilcheong and Eun Gwanyeong had changed positions and were lost in far more vigorous coupling.
Watching him pin both of Eun Gwanyeong's arms back and drive his hips with raw force, Dokgo Ryeong convinced herself he couldn't possibly be paying her any attention at all.
"See? Doesn't Gwanyeong look like she's feeling amazing?"
"Uuu…"
"Just a little bit."
"R… really… just a little…"
"Mm. Just a tiny bit."
Even though it was her own finger going into her own body, Dokgo Ryeong sought Baekri Sohyeon's permission.
Shame and rising heat had scrambled her judgment so thoroughly that she needed someone else's say-so.
As if reading that fragile state of mind, Baekri Sohyeon smiled and gave her leave. Dokgo Ryeong slowly slid her hand down into her pants.
J-just a little… just for a second…!
The moment her fingers slipped beneath her underclothes, she felt how soaked she still was — even after being interrupted mid-touch.
"S… stroke it a little… with my finger?"
"Mhm. Don't use your nail, though. That'll hurt a bit."
"O… okay…"
Dokgo Ryeong stretched her free hand into the air, and Baekri Sohyeon clasped it firmly in both of hers.
"Slowly… just put it in a little."
"M… mm…"
Following Baekri Sohyeon's guidance, Dokgo Ryeong's hand drifted past the soft flesh between her thighs, drawing closer to the entrance still weeping slick.
"Hng…!"
The tip of her finger slipped just inside — and her inner walls clenched tight around it.
Startled, she squeezed Baekri Sohyeon's hand hard. Baekri Sohyeon stroked her gently and murmured,
"It's okay… don't rush…"
"Y… yeah…"
With roughly one knuckle inside, Dokgo Ryeong steadied herself, then carefully curled her finger.
"Hngh…"
Her nail grazed the wall by accident, and her whole body shuddered.
It was a strange feeling.
Her mind went blank, and a bizarre looseness melted through her limbs.
This time she curled her finger with care, keeping the nail clear of the wall, and pressed with the pad of her fingertip instead — slowly working along her own inner flesh.
Then, easing the finger downward, she dragged it along the wall as she withdrew—
"Hngh…!"
—and Dokgo Ryeong's back arched like a drawn bow.
Baekri Sohyeon held her close and asked,
"…How is it?"
"I… it's weird."
"But it feels good, right?"
"Uu… y… yeah…"
"Fufu… want to try a little more?"
"Uuu…"
Dokgo Ryeong began to move her finger slowly, in and out.
"Hng…!"
Her body shuddered again, hips lifting off the floor, and Baekri Sohyeon whispered against her ear.
"Just a little… just a little more, Ryeong Mae."
"Th… the feeling… haah…! I… it's so weird…!"
"If you go just a little further… it can feel so, so good. So just a little more…"
"Hng…!"
Dokgo Ryeong's finger scraped along the wall as it slipped free.
"Hngh…! Haah… haaeugh…!"
Her hand found its way to her swollen clit of its own accord. Slick-shiny fingers rubbed it in quick, frantic strokes, and the tremors wracking her body grew shorter and sharper.
"Haah… nh… hwaaang!!"
At last Dokgo Ryeong convulsed hard and went limp against the floor. Baekri Sohyeon stroked her gently and said,
"You did so well, Ryeong Mae. That sensation… that's what it feels like when you reach climax."
"Haaeugh…! Nh…!"
Watching her still twitch with aftershocks, savoring the lingering high, Baekri Sohyeon smiled.
"Felt good, didn't it?"
"Yesh… yeshhet…"
"Fufu…"
As the spent Dokgo Ryeong closed her eyes and panted for breath, Baekri Sohyeon shifted to pillow the other woman's head in her lap.
Ryeong Mae really is a genius… to wring herself dry on nothing but her own hand…
Her gaze drifted to Wi Ilcheong, who had just finished spending himself, and she smiled.
I can't wait to see Ryeong Mae getting railed by Brother Wi, moaning her head off…
Just imagining how adorable that would be set Baekri Sohyeon grinning all over again.