Dan Yuseong’s POV
"Cough... cough..."
I lay face down, clutching my bruised neck. Though I couldn’t see them, I was certain angry red handprints marred my skin. The pain had been excruciating, yet I’d endured. The mind-numbing pleasure had threatened to overwhelm , but the agony had anchored , allowing to cling to consciousness. Unless she’d slipped so drug—which she hadn’t—I could hold on.
"Kghhk... kgh..."
I’d barely escaped her grasp, but fleeing didn’t cross my mind. Given our physical disparity, she’d catch in monts if I tried. My earlier attempt to run had only led to being caught again, so curling up and staying still might be the wiser choice.
For now, I’ll play along and wait for an opening to bolt.
Revenge was a fantasy. Avenge myself against a peak-level Hwasan Sect martial artist of her caliber? Impossible. My only hope was to flee to the mountain where my master resided. I didn’t know how long I’d have to bide my ti. She might even decide to silence permanently right here. If that happened...
What should I do?
My body stiffened at the thought, and a voice cut through the silence from behind.
"Are you already planning to give up?"
"..."
What did she an? Was she implying she wanted to continue? I prayed with every fiber of my being that wasn’t the case, but—
"You’ve rested enough. Get up. We’re not done yet."
"Ha... ha..."
By my count, I’d climaxed six tis already, maybe more—my mind was too foggy to be certain. And she wanted to keep going?
"...It won’t stand anymore."
"This ti, you take the lead. One more release, and we’ll call it done."
"..."
It was a tempting offer. No choking, just one more effort to end this. My legs trembled as I crawled toward her, my body shivering with exhaustion and dread.
"You didn’t specify where I have to release, right...?"
"...Do as you please."
She hadn’t thought it through. Despite her confidence, she was still a virgin from a world without the internet, likely viewing sex solely as penetration. If I could release so other way, it might still count.
Stroke—
I gripped myself, shaking slowly to coax my weary body back to life. Five minutes passed.
Damn it.
I was too drained to respond to my own touch. She watched , her expression a mix of curiosity and impatience. I couldn’t give up—one more release, and this nightmare might end. If I failed, she’d find another excuse to drag this out.
Grab—
Desperate, I reached for her breasts, kneading them to spark so reaction in my body. If self-stimulation wasn’t enough, I’d use hers. My hands alone weren’t cutting it, so I guided her hand to stroke . Slowly, my erection stirred back to life.
I tried everything—oral, her breasts, even shallow thrusts inside her—but it still wasn’t enough to push over the edge.
"...At this rate, the sun will rise," she said, her voice sharp with impatience.
"W-wait... I can do it... just a little more ti..."
"One gak," she declared. "Fifteen minutes. If you can’t manage, we’ll continue tomorrow."
Cold sweat trickled down my neck. Another round of this hell tomorrow? I couldn’t let that happen. There was one thod left.
Gulp—
Swallowing hard, I steeled myself and seized her hands, guiding them to my neck. With my strength directing hers, she began to choke as before. My body, conditioned from earlier, responded instantly, my erection surging back to life.
Ha...
I stared at my now-vigorous mber, as if its earlier weakness had been a lie, and thought grimly: Whether I escape her or not, this life is utterly ruined.
Poke—
Sword Empress’s POV
Rustle, rustle—
"...Haa..."
His half-open eyes, glistening with moisture, held an unsettling allure. His sigh, heavy with exhaustion, was strangely erotic. I froze, locked in his gaze, unable to react.
"C-calm down," I stamred, forcing my trembling lips to form an excuse. "This was... an unavoidable necessity to heal you..."
I didn’t expect him to stay calm. Waking to find his traveling companion violating him—how could he not lash out? I bit my lip, bracing for his anger.
His hand reached toward my face. Expecting a shove or a slap, I shut my eyes—
"..."
"Uh...?"
Instead, his fingers gently threaded through my hair, stroking softly. With half-lidded eyes and a faint smile, he sent my heart pounding. Stunned, I stood frozen as he began moving his hips beneath .
Slide—
"Hngh?!"
His manhood, already deep, pressed even further, catching off guard. Before I could process it, he grabbed my hand, pulling toward him. I stumbled forward, catching myself on the floor to avoid crushing him.
"W-what are you doing...?"
I couldn’t fathom his actions. I’d expected rage or curses, especially given the trauma my foolish disciple must have caused him. Yet here he was, seemingly aiding . From my perspective—needing his release to transfer energy—his cooperation was welco, but...
"Wait a minute! What are you—?!"
My breasts, hanging low as I leaned forward, beca his next target. His hands kneaded them with practiced ease.
Squish, squish—
"T-this isn’t intercourse, it’s a dical procedure... you don’t need to—"
Pinch—
"Hngh...!"
His touch was deft, transforming my cumberso breasts—always a hindrance in training—into sources of pliable pleasure. Each pinch of my nipples forced to bite back moans.
"Haa... haa..."
Struggling to stay upright against the unfamiliar sensations, I gripped the floor harder. Then—
Suck—
"?!"
He took my nipple into his mouth.
"S-sucking won’t make milk co out... ahh...!"
Like a nursing infant, he teased my nipple, sending ticklish waves of pleasure through .
Lick, lick—
"Licking won’t either...!"
His tongue flicked, shifting my nipple and sending shivers down my spine. My inner walls clenched around him instinctively, amplifying the pleasure. It was unlike any martial training—a massive, dizzying rush that threatened to consu . I squeezed my eyes shut, bracing for the climax—
Pop—
"Ah...?"
He released my nipple at the critical mont. My aroused body, denied its peak, faltered, leaving flustered as the heat ebbed away.
"..."
I stared at him, my body still burning, unfulfilled. I couldn’t understand his actions.
"Haa... haa..."
He wiped the saliva from his mouth, that faint smile lingering. eting his gaze, I noticed him shift again. Curious, I let him continue. He slid one leg out from under mine, raising it to my side in a stretch-like motion.
"...Want to grab it?"
His first words since waking, aside from sighs. I blinked, confused.
"...You an your leg?"
Nod—
He nodded silently.
"But what am I supposed to do with it...?"
Holding his leg in this position seed pointless. Did he need support?
"It’ll feel good...?"
"...What do you—"
"Holding my leg, pulling it while your vagina swallows my penis even deeper for intense sex... Don’t you want that?"
"..."
His crude words, jarring from his delicate appearance, left speechless. So terms were unfamiliar, but their aning was clear.
"That kind of—"
"You were so close to climaxing but stopped—aren’t you aching for it now? It’s okay to let go...?"
His pale leg dangled beside . I bit my lip.
"If you climax like this... it’ll definitely feel good...?"
Grab—
That was my breaking point.
"Haa... haa..."
Seizing his leg with one hand, I straightened my torso. As he’d suggested, I pulled his leg toward , feeling his manhood plunge deeper, reaching its limit.
"W-where did you learn this...!"
"Hehe..."
This had strayed far from my plan. I’d intended to heal him quickly while he was unconscious, clean up, and apologize. But he’d woken, and now he was expertly manipulating .
Grip—
In a futile act of defiance, I clenched around him as tightly as I could, but his smile didn’t waver. That erotic expression stirred with every glance.
Smack! Smack!
Holding his leg gave my thrusts stability and force. Each collision drove his manhood to my cervix, then out again, igniting waves of pleasure I’d never known. My body, prid from the near-climax, raced toward another peak.
Through pleasure-hazed eyes, I saw he was feeling it too. The goal is to make him release...! Though my original purpose had blurred, the tide of pleasure was unstoppable.
Twitch! Twitch!
"Hngh... nghh..."
My eyes shut as my body tensed—arms, legs, and inner walls contracting around him. And then—
Spurt! Spurt! Spurt!
"...!!"
His anchored manhood trembled, releasing hot sen that filled , nearly forcing a cry from my lips. Still reeling from my climax, I focused, circulating my energy. Through our union, it flowed into him, spreading safely through his body.
"Haaaa..."
Only after confirming its success did I exhale. Transferring energy mid-act was no small feat.
I had questions about his sudden behavior, but...
"..."
Having violated him without consent, I hesitated to speak. We’d finished one round, at least.
"...Looks like the energy transferred successfully."
I was about to tidy up and explain when—
"...Are we done?"
"...?"
"I just received more energy, after all..."
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