Chapter 141

Once again, Cheong-ra's head jerked back and his body twisted. Just a single firm press in the middle of his sole was enough to send ticklish sensations surging through him. Then, as fingertips circled his sole, he couldn't help but struggle. However, no matter how much he tensed his legs, he couldn't pull his foot away.

"Huu, eut, ah, hik...!"

Cheong-ra's face instantly turned bright red. Fingertips caressed his sole up and down, or side to side. During this, laughter burst out spasmodically, but it was not at all joyful or happy laughter. When he tensed up so much that his buttocks hardened, pleasure followed, causing his moans to come out in a mess. The confusion of sensations was unbearably torturous.

"St-stop, please... Ah, ah, uut!"

After just a few tickles of his feet, not even a quarter of an hour had passed before Cheong-ra started begging. His chest was already heaving up and down with rapid breaths, and his body was trembling. His now hardened member was dripping pre-fluid, soaking his perineum. Dang Ran-yeong's voice was heard from behind him.

"I can't stop when Beauty is enjoying it so much..."

"No, I'm not enj-... Ack, ah! Ahak, huk, aah!"

When the index finger stroked down the softest part of the inner sole, Cheong-ra writhed, letting out pitiful laughter. Then he twisted his waist, tensing up so that the area above his buttocks dipped slightly. His fully erect member, with its reddened tip, touched his lower abdomen.

After driving Cheong-ra to the point where he could barely breathe properly, Dang Ran-yeong gave him a brief respite, cupping his sole with his palm. Feeling the sole curl in his palm, he asked in a gentle voice,

"Choose one of your favorite poems."

"Huu, why a poem..."

His engorged member was now painful. While gasping for breath, Cheong-ra desperately racked his brain. Afraid of being tickled again, he didn't forget to add,

"I'm, hu, I'm thinking..."

Even though Dang Ran-yeong was just covering his sole with his hand, not tickling, Cheong-ra's foot curled up tightly from tension. At that moment, he finally remembered one poem.

"B-Beautiful Lady..."

It was a poem by Du Fu, who was praised as the Poet Saint along with Li Bai, known as the Poet Immortal. The poem was about an unparalleled beauty who had been abandoned. However, upon hearing the answer, Dang Ran-yeong spoke in a somewhat regretful tone,

"Oh my, 'Beautiful Lady,' you say. A choice befitting Beauty."

"Why..."

Not understanding why he spoke as if it was unfortunate, Cheong-ra asked in a trembling voice. Dang Ran-yeong smiled a smile more enchanting than the fragrance permeating the room. Pointing with his fingertip to the sole of Cheong-ra's foot, he said,

"I was thinking of writing a poem here. 'Beautiful Lady' has a total of one hundred and twenty characters."

One hundred and twenty characters... Realizing he had made a foolish choice, Cheong-ra's eyes widened and his heart began to race. Trembling breaths escaped between his parted red lips.

"If you don't climax until I finish writing the poem, I'll untie you and let you rest comfortably. But if you do, then I'll write another poem on the other sole."

"No, no! I'll choose another poem, please...!"

Cheong-ra cried out, shaking his head desperately. He also struggled frantically to break free from the other. His feet, which had broken free a few times, kicked at thighs and stomach, but Dang Ran-yeong didn't even blink. Rather, he seemed to enjoy the resistance to some extent before sitting on one leg and firmly grasping the ankle. Soon, the tip of his index finger touched the sole that had curled up so much it was wrinkled.

"Ah, aah!"

Even though it hadn't moved, Cheong-ra's body jerked violently in fear. Firmly suppressing this struggle, Dang Ran-yeong slowly wrote each character on the sole. It was the first line of the poem, which had the fewest strokes.

"Here is an unparalleled beauty."

Aaah! Cheong-ra screamed. His tightly bound arms tensed up, but it wasn't enough to break the silk cloth. His fingers, clenched into fists, hadn't uncurled even once since Dang Ran-yeong's hand first touched his sole.

"Living in seclusion in a deep, remote valley."

The low voice slowly reciting the poem lines resonated in Cheong-ra's ears.

As the fingertip carefully wrote each character on his sole, Cheong-ra's desperate laughter gradually turned into sobs. Sometimes he would gasp for breath as if about to pass out, and at other times he would let out silent screams. He had struggled and screamed with all his might to the point where his muscles ached. If his muscles hadn't been thoroughly loosened earlier, he would have gotten severe cramps.

"Ah, hik, hiik, ...hak, haa! I was, I was wrong..."

"Yes, you're being punished to reflect on your wrongdoing."

As Cheong-ra barely managed to apologize between gasping breaths, Dang Ran-yeong gently stroked his sole, making him writhe. After a brief rest, dozens of characters began to be written on his sole again.

When his slender legs jerked out spasmodically, unable to bear the stimulation, the carp's tail caught in his buttocks also flapped up and down as if swimming. It was truly a carp leaping with joy. The carp's head hit inside his abdomen dozens, hundreds of times.

His body trembled, and his skin, coated with perfumed oil, became damp with hot sweat, making it even more glossy.

Nearly a quarter of an hour passed.

Finally, after writing all one hundred and twenty characters, Dang Ran-yeong grasped Cheong-ra's chin. He pushed his fingers between the tightly closed lips to open them, and only then did Cheong-ra breathe, making a choking sound in his throat. His heated breaths escaped in gasps.

When the hand holding his ankle was released, Cheong-ra hurriedly tried to hide his foot. However, he only managed to hide it under his own thigh, and Dang Ran-yeong laughed softly at this pitiful sight. It seemed he didn't even have the composure to think and make proper judgments.

His tightly closed eyes were wet with tears, and his body kept twitching and convulsing. His breathing was so rapid that he repeatedly lost control and stopped breathing for moments. Before Cheong-ra could properly gather his wits, Dang Ran-yeong pushed his thighs apart and flipped him over.

Then, with the fingers that had cruelly tortured his sole, he stroked Cheong-ra's lower abdomen.

"Beauty, what's this?"

Dang Ran-yeong mocked in an amused voice. His fingers were covered in a whitish fluid that formed short lines before breaking off. Semen dripped down his knuckles. The lower abdomen was completely wet with traces of ejaculation.

"How many times did you come to get this soaked, hm?"

As he tickled his stomach, Cheong-ra made a sound like "huuuk" and turned his body over. His eyelashes were wet with agonized tears. While wiping the wet corners of his eyes with his thumb, Dang Ran-yeong murmured,

"Now, what poem is as long as 'Beautiful Lady'..."

At those words, as if coming to his senses, Cheong-ra lifted his head abruptly.

"Ugh, uugh, no more, I can't do it anymore..."

Cheong-ra rubbed his wet cheeks against his palms, desperately pleading. His pitiful sobbing was so sorrowful and pathetic. However, seeing this, Dang Ran-yeong's eyes only filled with lustful desire. It was an intense carnal desire, as if he wanted to strip all the flesh off and devour it, even chewing the bones.

Dang Ran-yeong's fingers grasped the carp's tail lodged between Cheong-ra's buttocks. He pulled it out slowly, revealing its glistening body, but when he let go, it slid back inside. Cheong-ra, who had just managed to calm his breathing, started panting heavily again. Each time Dang Ran-yeong pulled the carp out and let go, the oil-slicked hole hastily sucked it back in.

"Ha, huu, please, I'll... I'll do anything, just not that..."

As the carp sculpture repeatedly slid out and in, Cheong-ra's hips moved up and down. Clear fluid beaded at the tip of his fully erect, reddened glans.

"Are you saying you don't want to be punished?"

"Ah! Aah!"

This time, as Dang Ran-yeong firmly pushed in the carp's tail, Cheong-ra's waist bent sharply. His clenched fists tightened, turning the joints white. As Dang Ran-yeong shook the tail back and forth, thinned pre-fluid flowed from the glans in a long line. It soaked the already drenched bedding again.

"No, no! Ahut, eut, pun-punishment..."

As Dang Ran-yeong used his fingertips to pull up the carp's tail and push it in at an angle, Cheong-ra climaxed once more, his voice and breath stopping for a moment. With his forehead pressed against the bedding, his body stiffened. Only after a few seconds did a much-distorted answer leak out.

"Some-something else..."

The voice trembling in agony from pleasure was very pleasing to Dang Ran-yeong's ears. He pulled out the carp again and, while pouring new perfumed oil on its body, asked,

"What do you mean by something else?"

As he pushed the well-oiled object back inside, Cheong-ra's reddened body trembled with pleasure. He was silent for a moment, perhaps from too much enjoyment, so Dang Ran-yeong caressed the heel hidden under his own thigh with his fingertips. Even though he didn't tickle it, the reaction was immediate.

"Ah! No, hit me... You said earlier you'd hit me. That, now... Please hit me. I want to be punished..."

Cheong-ra pleaded, gasping for breath.