Chapter 119

Heat rose to his downcast eyes, which had reflexively lowered as he bit his wet lips.

"Turn around and brace yourself against the wall."

Cheong-ra hesitated greatly at Dang Ran-yeong's command but eventually turned his body. As he slowly walked to lean against the wall of the annex, his ears turned a vivid red.

Dang Ran-yeong approached from behind and took Cheong-ra's well-ripened, appetizing earlobe fully into his mouth. As he sucked loudly and thrust his tongue into the ear canal, Cheong-ra's body shrank with a start. He learned for the first time here that ears could be such an excellent erogenous zone.

After teasing one ear until it turned especially red, Dang Ran-yeong's hands lifted Cheong-ra's clothes. Today, he was wearing a short jacket in a beautiful sunset-like vermilion color. When he untied the waistband and removed the lower garment, the white, luscious buttocks contrasted with the color of the jacket.

Today, Cheong-ra wasn't wearing any undergarments. In place of underwear were strings, different from the lower body ties he usually wore. Silk strings were tied across his waist and thighs. At a glance, it looked like underwear made of strings. But this wasn't all.

Between his legs hung red embroidery threads. They were intricately knotted and connected to the silk strings tied like underwear. Following the threads upward, their ends were inside his twitching rear entrance. Thus, it was impossible to remove what was inside without untying the knots. These were knots that Dang Ran-yeong had personally tied this morning before leaving.

It wasn't that Cheong-ra couldn't untie the knots by himself. The problem was that it was a form he could never tie alone. Since Dang Ran-yeong had said he would punish him if these knots were untied when he returned, Cheong-ra hadn't dared to remove what was inside him.

After being made to drink tea from behind last time, Cheong-ra's spirit had been thoroughly broken. For someone who had lived honestly, just training in Moon Lake Sect, it was truly beyond imagination. It was a shock he would never forget until he died.

However, for some reason, his lower abdomen kept getting hot as he recalled being punished by Dang Ran-yeong at night... as if that hot tea was still inside him.

While he was thinking this, Dang Ran-yeong's fingers hooked onto the strings and pulled. Cheong-ra's back tensed, and the muscles of his buttocks contracted. Tickling the tense muscles lightly with his fingertips, Dang Ran-yeong said,

"If you don't relax, it'll be painful for you, Beauty. Well, I prefer it that way."

At those words, he tried to relax, but it wasn't easy. As Dang Ran-yeong untied the knots of the strings, he tensed up again.

The silk strings binding between his legs loosened and fell, and the red embroidery threads hung down long. Startled as his glans, which had been erect for a while, touched the wall, Cheong-ra pulled his hips back. Then he belatedly realized he had taken a shameful posture.

A low laugh was heard from behind. It was probably Cheong-ra's imagination that it sounded more like finding him lovely than mocking.

"So eager..."

Dang Ran-yeong, speaking with surprising gentleness, rubbed the tightly contracted entrance with his fingertips. Then he wrapped the red threads that flowed from the private parts around his fingers a couple of times. As he suddenly yanked them, Cheong-ra gasped.

"Heuk...!"

This morning, after Cheong-ra finished his meal, Dang Ran-yeong had brought beads strung on red embroidery threads. They were three fairly heavy beads made of carved blue jade, each with a considerable diameter. Then, he had bent over the naive Cheong-ra, who was looking at them wondering if they were new ornaments, and pushed them all into his insides.

Thanks to this, all morning, whether standing, sitting, or lying down, his insides felt uncomfortable. Cheong-ra firmly believed that Dang Ran-yeong must have applied some kind of poison, like an aphrodisiac, to the beads. Otherwise, there was no way his insides would tingle like this and occasionally feel such unbearable, lewd desire.

As he pulled the threads, the beads deeply inserted inside came near the entrance. But that was all; they showed no sign of coming out. It was because the overly tense muscles were tightly clenched. Cheong-ra, who had been anxiously wanting to remove these things quickly, exhaled a trembling breath.

"They won't... come out..."

He suddenly became afraid that they might never come out. This made him clench even tighter rather than relaxing. Dang Ran-yeong instead loosened his grip on the threads and nibbled on Cheong-ra's earlobe, which had turned even redder than before.

"Oh, they won't come out? Then I'll have to take responsibility and help you."

As Cheong-ra looked back anxiously, the lips that had been nibbling his ear moved down to his cheek. Just as he was thinking how intimate this was, like something done to a lover, his cheek was lightly bitten. Shocked at having his face, which was most important to him, bitten, Cheong-ra quickly turned his head, and at that moment, fingers entered him.

The index and middle fingers forcibly wedged into the tightly contracted entrance and slowly probed inside. Cheong-ra's waist stiffened and then trembled. The beads that had barely come down to the entrance were being pushed back up.

"Ah! Why, why..."

He said he would help, so why was he pushing them back in? Unable to understand, he twisted his body, but as if even this small resistance couldn't be tolerated, the back of his neck was grabbed and pressed. Cheong-ra endured as the fingers probed his rear, pressed tightly against the wall.

No, could this be called endurance? Cheong-ra thought, panting with his cheek against the wall. The word endurance is used when bearing something unpleasant... He couldn't believe how his body had become conditioned to Dang Ran-yeong in just seven days and nights.

"...Heut!"

The fingers, which had entered so deeply that the palm touched as they pushed the beads, curled and pressed somewhere. Just as Cheong-ra had become accustomed to Dang Ran-yeong, the other had become equally familiar, skillfully stimulating the spot where pleasure pooled without hesitation.

Cheong-ra's body jerked. He clenched his lips with all his might, but his body was honest, and his legs were already starting to tremble. His insides, filled with the heavy beads, resonated with pleasure. His member, which had merely been hard before, was now fully erect, pressing tightly against his lower abdomen.

The firm fingers cruelly pressed near his bladder with intense force. A pleasure similar to the urge to urinate was crushed and flowed out. Then they pressed and pushed long, repeatedly circling and pressing. Only when his thighs were trembling as if convulsing did a moan escape Cheong-ra's lips.

"Uueut, eut, eung...!"

The lewd sounds escaping from his mouth felt unfamiliar and shameful every time. He desperately tried to hold back, not wanting to make such ugly sounds, and only barely let them out, but still couldn't get used to it. As his reason was helplessly crushed, a strong shudder began to overwhelm him. His eyelids trembled.

"Hit..! Eueut, eut, ah, ah!"

It felt as if his entire body was being soaked in syrup. The long fingers made squelching sounds as they moved in and out of his rear. The fingers, now increased to three, ravaged his insides randomly. His rear entrance, heated with ecstasy, clenched and sucked on the fingers as if trying to draw them in.

What on earth was inside him that made him so pathetic?

Just touching that small organ, barely big enough to be circled by fingers, made a pleasure sweeter and more terrifying than honey flow out. Every time it was crushed by the glans or fingers, he fell into an irresistible swamp of ecstasy. Hak! Finally, as Cheong-ra let out a desperate breath, unable to hold back any longer, an intense climax washed over him.

At that moment, Dang Ran-yeong yanked hard on the threads. The beads, warmed to body temperature, came out as if pouring out. The stimulation was so intense and shocking that Cheong-ra's lips parted wide.

"Ah, aaah!"

As the pleasure of expulsion and excretion simultaneously struck his lower body, a scream-like moan burst out. His mind went blank, and he couldn't even feel embarrassment. He could only barely endure, tensing his entire body. His breath, which had momentarily stopped, returned in rapid pants.

"Heuk, haa, ah, heu..."

His head was dizzy, and his lower abdomen, wet with semen, felt tight. As Cheong-ra leaned against the wall, panting and trying to regain his senses, Dang Ran-yeong spoke close to his ear.

"Now, it's time for your reward."

"Wait..."

Cheong-ra, suddenly coming to his senses, shook his head. But as always, his will to refuse or resist was ignored. The glans touched his entrance, which was still twitching from the afterglow of his climax. With a slight push, the muscles relaxed, and it looked as if they would suck in the glans immediately.

Dang Ran-yeong smirked and penetrated him in one go.