Ahyun
I did not understand what had happened.
Young Master stood differently. He looked at me with eyes that burned in a way I had never seen before.
I had loved Kang Jinhae since we were children. Since the days when my mother first brought me to the Kang estate and I trailed after her with a dusting cloth too big for my hands. He had been a quiet boy even then. Always with a book or a brush in those long elegant fingers.
He never pushed. Never reached.
Until today.
He had pulled me against him. His arms had locked around my back like he owned me. His face had pressed into my chest until I felt his breath hot through the thin cotton of my hanfu. And his hands—
His hands had grabbed my ass.
Both palms. Fingers sinking into the soft flesh.
I had never been touched there. Not by him. Not by anyone.
Then came the slap.
That sharp, ringing smack against my right cheek. The jolt that shot straight up my spine and down between my legs. The way the fat of my backside had bounced under his palm.
I pressed my thighs together as I hurried toward the wardrobe.
I was wet.
So wet I could feel the slickness coating the folds of my pussy. The fabric of my undergarments clung to me. Every step made the wet cloth drag against my swollen clit. The scent of my own arousal rose faintly from between my legs.
Could he smell it?
The thought made my stomach flip. My nipples tightened harder against the front of my dress until they ached. I kept my head down and moved faster.
The dark blue formal robes with the silver embroidery. I knew exactly where they hung. I had folded them myself even though he never wore them. Young Master Jinhae never attended the family banquets. Not once in all the years I had served him.
Since childhood it had been the same.
His father looked through him. The crippled heir. The broken son whose meridians had collapsed and left him with a ruined leg and no future in the Murim.
After Lady Kang—his true mother—passed, the cold only deepened. Lady Seo stepped into the matriarch's seat and the household followed her lead. Whispers in the kitchens. Smirks from the guards. Even the lower servants muttered that the Young Master was half a man.
I hated them for it.
I had watched him endure every slight with quiet grace. I had watched him bury himself in scrolls and strategy texts and calligraphy until his intelligence outshone every loud-mouthed martial nephew who visited the estate. His eloquence could silence a room. His mind cut sharper than any blade the Kang family owned.
I admired him more than I had ever admitted out loud.
My fingers trembled as I lifted the heavy silk from its stand. I laid the inner robe across the dressing screen first, then the outer, smoothing every fold with care. The sash. The jade belt ornament. The soft black boots he rarely bothered with.
I worked quickly. My heart would not slow down.
Every time I bent, my heavy breasts swung forward and strained the front of my hanfu. The cotton rubbed my stiff nipples. Fresh wetness slicked my thighs.
"Young Master," I called, keeping my voice soft. "Your formal robes are ready."
I heard the soft thud of his cane.
He came around the screen without a word. Those dark, sharp eyes found me first.
I swallowed.
He reached for the collar of his day robes.
My breath caught.
Silk whispered as he shrugged the outer layer off his shoulders. It slid down his thin arms and pooled at his feet. Beneath it he wore only a light inner robe, already loosened at the throat. The faint outline of a lean chest that had never known hard training yet somehow looked elegant rather than weak.
He untied the sash.
I made a tiny squeak and spun toward the door so fast my hair whipped across my face.
"I—I will wait outside, Young Master—"
His hand closed around my wrist.
I froze.
"Ahyun."
My name in that voice sent a fresh gush of heat between my legs. My pussy lips slid against each other. The scent of my own need thickened in the air. Surely he could smell it now. Surely.
I kept my eyes locked on the wooden floorboards.
"You may stay," he said. Almost casual. "And watch. If you want."
My free hand flew up to cover my burning face. I was red from my hairline to my chest. Heat radiated off my own skin.
"Y-Young Master, that is— I couldn't possibly—"
"Couldn't you?"
Two soft words. A challenge wrapped in silk.
I peeked through my fingers.
He had already shrugged the inner robe off. It hung from one hand. He stood there in nothing but loose white trousers, the drawstring half undone. His body was slender, almost delicate, yet the way he held himself now made my mouth go dry. Shoulders back. Chin lifted.
And lower—
The thin fabric of his trousers tented obscenely at the front.
I had felt that hardness against my thigh earlier. Now I saw the shape of it and my cunt clenched so hard I nearly whimpered.
He watched me stare.
A slow smile curved those thin, perfect lips.
"Your choice, Ahyun." He let the inner robe drop. "Stay and help me dress. Or run out that door and pretend nothing happened."
I made another helpless sound.
My feet would not move toward the exit.
"Young Master— I—I am sorry," I stammered. "I can't stay—"
I turned and moved toward the exit.
"Ahyun," he called me.
"Y-yes?"
"Change your undergarments. I can smell how badly you need to come from here. I will not have every servant in the hall scenting my property."
Property. The word landed between my legs like another slap.
I pressed both hands over my mouth to muffle the broken little moan that tried to escape.
Then I ran.
I bolted through the door and fled down the corridor toward my room, face burning scarlet with shame.
What did he think of me now? That I was some filthy servant girl who soaked herself the moment her master put his hands on her ass?
I stumbled into my small chamber and shut the door hard behind me. My hands shook as I reached for my clothes. The moment my fingers brushed my own heavy breasts through the cotton, a moan tore out of my throat.
I did not know why I had resisted. It had been my dream for so long—that he would finally touch me — want me the way I had always wanted him. And now that he had, I fled like a coward.
I shook my head hard and forced myself to strip and change. Fresh undergarments. I needed them desperately.
The banquet. I still had to attend him at the dinner.