Two of Peng Clan’s warriors had now been away on Peng family business for four days.
Originally, Young Lord Chu Sogwang never meddled in Peng Clan affairs, but the people of the territory were both puzzled and horrified by his complete seclusion.
“Can you believe it? Lady Peng hasn’t come out in three days!”
At first, no one knew what to make of it, but once they discovered the truth they were utterly shocked. Night and dawn, even in broad daylight, the moans from Chu Sogwang’s quarters made it painfully obvious what was happening inside.
“How could Chu Sogwang be—”
“Doesn’t one of them have to leave eventually?”
“The two of them are really energetic. Ugh…”
The women, recalling Chu Sogwang’s usual demeanor, saw him in a whole new light. The men, envious that he tormented Peng Yuwol so relentlessly and made her his perfect woman, could only gape in admiration.
“My lady, ugh…!”
“I can’t send word!”
Peng Clan’s warriors seethed at the thought of their loyal lady being trampled beneath a man and turned into his woman.
No sword could teach Chu Sogwang any proper manners when Peng Yuwol’s cries echoed so vividly from inside.
“Ah yes! Harder, harder!”
Peng Yuwol’s rough cries, as if announcing across the entire territory, proclaimed to the world that the warrior Peng Yuwol had been reborn as a woman.
Tslurp, lick, sip.
Her tongue, now skilled, lapped at my shaft. Bowing like a dog and tucking stray hair behind her ear, Peng Yuwol flicked her tongue over my manhood like a cat.
“Ahum, my lord…”
“Settle on one form of address—lord, you, Young Lord?”
“You refuse to let me call you by name.”
Peng Yuwol narrowed her eyes and looked up at me. Any hostility she’d shown had vanished; now she looked only like a sly cat.
“Right. You don’t want my name.”
I gently stroked her head. Peng Yuwol purred around my glans, enjoying my touch.
Gurgle.
“Ugh?!”
I pressed her head inward. Startled by the sudden intrusion into her throat, Peng Yuwol relaxed and took me in, swallowing my seed as if accustomed.
Slurp, slurp.
“You’re an incredible mouth. So hot I feel like I’ll cum again.”
Her tongue’s spasms each time I thrust were exquisite.
Her mouth, unlike her cunny, was warmer. If her cunt was the scorching sun burning me, her mouth was the gentle rays that embraced me.
“Mm.”
I pulled Peng Yuwol’s head back. Tears glimmered in her eyes, and a clear thread of my fluid stretched from my shaft to her crimson lips.
“Stay like that.”
I rose and moved behind her. The slick thread snapped against her hair.
When I stepped two paces away on the bed, Peng Yuwol lifted her dainty bottom and buried her face in the pillow.
Her calves quivered where her knees pressed.
“Heh heh, you moved forward naturally.”
“…”
Now accustomed, Peng Yuwol said nothing. Her body spoke instead, and my cock stiffened at her posture.
“Do you know how many times I’ve cum inside you today?”
“…I do not know.”
At her curt reply, I dug my nails into her butt, leaving marks tallying each time I came. They already numbered over twenty.
“I’ll tell you. Twenty-one times. At two per hour, excluding sleep. And you—”
Smack! I struck her butt hard. My red palm print bloomed white as I massaged and squeezed her flesh.
“How many times have you come?”
“Ugh…!”
“Speak. Or I—”
Click. I slid my tip into her cunt. From the moment she first returned at night, she’d been inside me more than out. Her passage clung and released in rapid rhythm.
“Ma…my lord?”
“I won’t push further.”
I stood with only my glans inside, letting her entrance enjoy itself until she spoke.
“If you don’t talk soon… hm?”
Panting, her cunt heated around me.
I scoffed as Peng Yuwol braced herself to impale me deeper.
“Not a chance.”
I gripped her waist, stopping her midway. Though her posture was awkward, her supple flesh left little to be desired.
Peng Yuwol, caught trying to swallow me whole, was flustered when I held her still.
“…Ah!”
“Heh heh, planning to say you did it without realizing? Hmm?”
“N-no, this is…!”
“Be honest. You’ve already become lascivious.”
“Ugh…!”
Peng Yuwol bit her lip, reluctant to speak. It seemed a final preparation for what would come.
Smack!
“Ughk…!”
As I thrust deep, Peng Yuwol’s cry slipped through clenched teeth. She clutched the pillow like she’d rip it apart.
“You’re far too loud. The servants will hear.”
“So what!”
“Oh? You dare defy me?”
“It’s your huge—”
Correction. Her cute whine made me rotate my hips. I planted the tip at her cervix and circled, rocking her entire canal.
“Consider this an honor and a blessing. No matter what else, this will bring you happiness for life.”
“I… that’s—”
“Feels good saying it, doesn’t it? By the way, I’m sorry. You’re so beautiful I feared losing you.”
“…”
I leaned down and hugged Peng Yuwol from behind. My cultivated flesh felt like a boar atop a woman, yet I could press my face to her nape thanks to our size difference.
“Now you’re mine. Forever.”
“…Hah, my lord.”
Peng Yuwol gave a playful eye smile, gripping me tight as she smiled into the pillow.
“When claiming a maiden… please strike the cunny, not the head.”
“What? Heh heh, I never thought you’d say something so vulgar.”
I never imagined those words from her lips. Embarrassed even as she said them, Peng Yuwol buried her face deeper in the pillow, avoiding my gaze.
“Heh heh, very well.”
I brushed a kiss on her nape, straightened my hips, and readied for more.
“Want to see how hard you can take it?”
Smack!
“Ughk!”
I gripped her butt again and pumped my seed. Without the pillow to muffle, her scream would’ve brought the servants running.
Whack! Whack! Whack!
“Ah, ah… such a thick thing… for the rest of my life! Hah… I like it, my lord, harder! Beat me harder!”
“You perverse wench.”
“Eek?!”
Smack, smack! My wrist flicked as I continued spanking her.
“Demanding a child so wildly!”
Despite her noble birth, she enjoyed every blow, clenching and releasing. I sensed her nearing climax and matched her timing.
“I’m cumming. Have my child! Get pregnant!”
Blurrr. Blur. Clack.
“Kyaaah!”
I came again and again until her belly swelled.
“You’ve been too much, my lord.”
“What do you mean?”
After three days inside my room, we finally stepped into the garden and sipped tea in the breeze. Peng Yuwol scowled at leering servants, though it was largely her own doing.
“You made me so ashamed.”
“That’s what you get for screaming like that.”
“Isn’t it really your fault, my lord?”
“Alright, I was wrong. Sorry for my generosity.”
“…”
Peng Yuwol hid her face behind her cup. She clearly understood my meaning. Her mind, like her body, was steeped in erotic thoughts.
Who marked the Peng daughter with lust? Not Chu Sogwang but Baek Seonggi—me.
‘If it were Chu Sogwang, she’d live in shame forever.’
The humiliation of being violated by a man like him, the disgrace that her family sold her, the bitterness that her precious elixir saved nothing—all that despair.
‘Now it’s different.’
During our coupling, I retrieved a letter the servant had slipped through the door. I had already read it—perfect proof of my greatness.
“Read it. It’s from Hebei.”
“…!!”
Peng Yuwol snatched the letter and scanned it. Relief washed her face with each line.
Lady Peng, Master Peng is recovering.
The elixir healed him completely. Though he lost some inner strength, he’s well and not near a vegetative state.
“…Hngk.”
Peng Yuwol pressed the letter to her chest, bowing her head. Her trembling body betrayed deep emotion. I drank my tea silently until she regained composure.
“…Thank you, my lord.”
Tears glimmered in her eyes, but her smile was brighter than before. A hint of gratitude shone in her gaze, making me uneasy.
“No need.”
“You’re so curt. But you didn’t comfort me when I cried.”
“Don’t expect that of me.”
“Hmph. Fine. …May I ask something?”
“Weren’t you supposed to just ask? Need another smack to focus?”
“Ugh…”
Peng Yuwol frowned at my words, then realized I was pointing toward our room beyond the garden and smiled.
“It’s… about the storage where we keep the elixir.”
“You mean where we first shared intimacy?”
“…Yes. What formation seals its entrance?”
“Hmm.”
I set down my cup, imagining tearing Chu Sogwang limb from limb beneath the ground.
“Heh heh! Curious, are you? It’s the Sect of Fanatics’ ‘Unwed Maiden Marking Ghost Formation’!”
If I’d said that, Peng Yuwol would draw her blade in an instant. The carving knife by the tea would become a weapon, and Chu Sogwang would become Chu/Sogwang.
“Fiend! You’re a heretic! I should have known from the moment you violated me!”
Revealing Peng territory’s ties to the Demonic Sect would give her the righteous fury to become a warrior in her own right.
‘Chu Sogwang is a bastard.’
I needed a plausible excuse, and then I found one.
“It was left by a benefactor long ago, to bar all but him from the storage.”
“I see… so there’s no way in?”
“Just recall the storage and walk straight toward it. First-timers get lost, but once you’ve reached its heart, thinking of it is enough to guide you.”
“You mean…?”
“You now qualify to enter at will. Test it later. As long as you focus, you can go anytime. Heh heh.”
Because our first time was there, she’d never forget it.
As I leered at taking her again there—
“My lady, there’s a dispatch.”
“Dispatch?”
“The lord plans to visit.”
“My father?”
The chamberlain looked amused, glancing at Peng Yuwol as if he knew everything.
“Isn’t your wedding day coming soon?”
“…”
I was screwed.
‘He won’t recognize me as his son, will he?’
“When does he arrive?”
“In three days.”
“…”
I faced an unavoidable crisis.