episode_0009

Rumors surprisingly have the ability to differentiate between people. A story that may seem like common knowledge to some people may be something they have never heard before. The gap varies depending on the ripple effect, dividing it from stories you may not know to stories you should not know.

If the story that the debtor is secretly aiming for the debtor’s position or that the thieves in this mountain house are obsessed with the idea of becoming the debtor no matter what, are stories that you may not know, then the debtor’s wife is a handsome man or a man in the mountain house who is good at working at night. Flirting with someone was considered a ‘story you shouldn’t know’.

“I heard you were originally practicing martial arts? How did you quit and end up in a mountain village like this?”

And now, the debtor’s wife was dragging me into a ‘story I shouldn’t know’. The tent without a fan was spacious, and the beds were symmetrical on both sides of the tent, as if two people were occupying separate seats. We were sitting at a table at the end of the fan tent, drinking tea.

I pretended to be serious and answered the nonsense question this woman asked.

“Yes. I was practicing in a sect. They only asked me to do chores, and they didn’t even think about teaching me martial arts. I left because I thought that if I was going to live like this, I had better go out and make a name for myself.”

“Wow, that’s the ambition of an in-house manager. Oh hohoho….”

The debtor woman was covering her mouth. Her clothes were quite neat, and she was adorned with cheap hairpins and cosmetics, giving off quite a stylish look. Although his appearance was ordinary, he took great care in keeping his body clean, so the subtle smell of powder and flesh mixed together stimulated my lust.

She shook her head and winked at me, then lowered her voice a notch and wiggled her legs as if coiled like a snake.

“My husband will return tomorrow. I said I was going far away. It’s dangerous to hike at night, so I always stay up all day.”

Because the clothing was thin, the outline of her tight thighs was clearly visible, and every time we rubbed our skin against each other, the rustling sound unique to cheap fabric irritated my ears. These cheap fabrics made a bustling sound every time they moved their bodies, as if showing off their price.

“On a day like this, the woman in the mountain lodge… . You get lonely, right?”

She said that and flipped her hair once. His coquettish attitude seemed to want him to look classy. She didn’t directly suggest sleeping together. He just scanned me with his eyes again and focused on my upper body, which had a decent amount of muscle due to training.

“So, on this late night, I want someone to soothe my loneliness.”

And she was waiting for my answer. There was a hint of arrogance, as if a noble lady was choosing a certain man among her servants. Just from her actions, I was able to infer what her life must have been like in Sanchae.

It must have been a pretty good deal for both the Sanchae people and her. She spends a hot night being supported by other men, and men can have a decent woman in their arms just by being moderately pleasing.

If they just keep their mouths shut, a decent play about a noble lady and the men she chooses is completed. She was a predator who ate men at will in this living area, and she was the most powerful person.

I lowered my gaze to the table. As my eyes passed by her cleavage, the woman bent down further and blatantly opened her clothes. There was a teacup and thin fingers on the table. When I stretched out my hand, she entangled it like seaweed and fish.

If you press tightly between your intertwined knuckles and press the skin together, there is no need to explain to savvy people what to do next. The fact that our eyes met and the woman’s face flushed. And the only thing that mattered was the fact that the two of them got up and moved to the bedroom without anyone having to say anything first.

The entrance to the tent closes and the lights go out.

I wrapped my arms around her waist and threw myself onto the shabby bed made of grass and cotton.

******

“Hmm…! Breathe… ! ha… !”

If you see yourself wielding power over men who cater to you in a place like this, you are bound to be mistaken. The illusion that she can do whatever she wants with men. The illusion that one is a predator, leading a group of inferiors.

“Huh… ! after… ! ah… . Ah… !”

Of course, in this place where there were only idiots who would accommodate her circumstances, she would have truly been able to rule like a king and control men.

“Now, wait a minute… ! ha… ! what… !”

But she chose the wrong person. Unintentionally, the man she dragged into her bed was a man who had been trained by a real sex demon. And, this was the man who would tame her and dominate her.

“Stay still.”

His hands grab her breasts, squeezing them lightly, taking the nipple between his fingers. He moves his hand up and down with exquisite sensation, brushing the nipple against his skin, while his other hand extends down his thigh.

“Hmm… Hmm… !”

Lightly touch her ear with your tongue and see her reaction. There is a flinching reaction as if she has been electrocuted, so he licks her ear, sucks it, and rolls her chest.

“Ah… . iced coffee… !”

It hadn’t even started yet, but the woman was staring into space with her eyes wide open. Just looking at her profile, her face was colored with pleasure and embarrassment. Her expression said this.

“Ha… . ha… !”

This isn’t it. Something went wrong.

Something is clearly going wrong, but the confusion of not knowing exactly what is going wrong. In her confusion, I gradually inserted my fingers between her thighs and stroked her private parts.

“Hmm… !”

Do not insert your finger right away.

Rather than randomly digging into the cracks, you should sweep around to tease and stimulate them. Even though I hadn’t touched it properly yet, the silky pubic hair was soaked and it made a squeak sound every time my thighs moved. It was as if only the lower half of his body had been submerged in a viscous liquid and came out.

“Ah… ! yes… !”

A snoring sound is mixed and the legs are shaking. My feet, which had been wandering around aimlessly, finally stretched their muscles and started pressing against the bed. It felt like I was trying to escape from this place, and it also felt like I didn’t know what to do as the pleasure surged through my body.

I continued to play with my fingers, pressing them around her clit and gently tracing them down. Not too rough, but not too weak either. You have to move carefully and at a very moderate speed. This should not be done as a simple movement.

Saekma taught that when explaining this hand movement, the method of Geumnasu should be applied.

“Ah… . iced coffee… . huh… !”

The woman struggled to escape. My hands got stuck on her thighs because my legs were tightly closed. Her face turned bright red and she shook her head and tried to say something to me. Her face, which had flushed to the limit, distorted as her lips moved.

“Ah… . Well, something… . It’s strange… . Ah… ! ah… !”

I ignored her words and clutched my chest even more. Move your sweeping hand faster. The hands, glistening with love juice, quickly but very smoothly began stimulating the places that felt good to her.

I don’t apply too much force, but the opponent cannot escape from my grasp. Even without using a lot of force, I can apply my force where I want and use the other person’s resistance to give me even stronger pleasure.

“Hmm… ! ah… ! Ahhh… . out… ! ah… !”

The faster her hands moved, the faster her breathing became and she started struggling, grabbing my clothes. She stamped her feet and was held tightly in my arms, shaking her head and taking deep breaths, unable to control her body.

“Ah… ! Ah… ! joy… ! ah… ! iced coffee… ! Ahhh… !”

Like boiling water in a kettle or revving an engine to full speed. The rising voices begin to leak out of the tent little by little.

And then my hand runs down her weakest part and I bite her earlobe.

“Aaaa!”

Fu shoot! Push!

I stretched my body straight and reached my climax. As if draining all the water from his entire body, water was shooting out from his lower body, and he flipped over on his back and hugged his chest tightly. Water droplets splashed in the sky, shining in various colors, and she looked at the ceiling in bewilderment.

“Ah… ! ha… ! ha… !”

Her body, reflected in the lamplight, was covered in water and sweat. I whistled, looking at the bed that had become a mess with just my fingers and one caress.

Suddenly, I remembered the days I spent on the cliff.

Is this really useful? The magic and caressing techniques I learned because I wanted to.

From strange caresses that combine internal energy to hand movements that apply the techniques of Geumnasu.

Everything was definitely worth learning.

Even when I escape from the living quarters.

Even in moving forward to becoming the best in the world.

When I looked to the side, the woman was looking at me and her eyes were shaking.

Expectations and fears.

I was ready to respond to the complex emotions in their eyes.

Because the night was long.