#Side Story 67. Bride accepting a drink (7)
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Bongyang (奉養).
The duty of filial piety to serve one’s parents.
Of course, this did not necessarily apply only between parents and children.
About a thousand years ago, it was natural for a disciple to support his teacher.
To put it bluntly.
It was almost inevitable.
In the past, the average lifespan was just over 30.
In a time when it was natural for even the slightest skill to be a secret, a disciple had to make an effort to learn even one more thing from his teacher.
In the process, it was also natural to provide all kinds of support to the teacher.
Cook rice.
Doing laundry.
Even helping with bathing.
May my teacher live as long as possible.
In this way, I hope that I can learn even a little more.
Rather, it was bittersweet that the teacher’s secret to being respected for a lifetime was to not pass on his skills and take them to the grave.
From that perspective.
Geomje was a great teacher.
Because he at least spared no effort to teach.
Of course, most of the teachings started and ended with just beating people up.
She was indeed a great teacher in that it was difficult to find such a teacher, let alone one in 10,000.
So it was.
Sword Demon, of course.
Even Limon, whom she learned from him.
I took it for granted that I would serve as the Geomje.
It was the natural duty of a disciple to do all he could for a teacher who spared no effort in teaching him.
Especially as Limon, who was her slave gladiator and was raised by her after being saved by her Sword Emperor.
So of course.
It wasn’t Limon’s first time encountering the Sword Emperor.
When she’s drunk, carry her on her back and run away from her Seven Dragons, massage her shoulders and legs, help her get dressed, etc.
She listened to all kinds of help.
To him, the body of the Geomje is as much as the brides….
No, in some ways it was more familiar than that.
side.
Nevertheless, at this moment.
Limon felt unfamiliar.
No, he couldn’t help but feel it.
The fact that he dared to kiss her body no matter how tiptoeing he was.
I felt a sense of immorality as a woman, not as a disciple, but as a man, and as a woman, I came into contact with the teacher I respected and revered more than anyone else.
He lived for a long time and met many women, which made him feel all kinds of emotions he had never felt before.
He was like a fresh-faced boy encountering a female body for the first time.
But regardless of his agitated mind, his body continued to act naturally.
Sreuk.
On the beautiful instep.
With thin ankles.
On slender, stretched calves.
On the knees with beautiful curves.
Regardless of whether the scarred leg exposed the white skin or the left leg wrapped in smooth fabric.
He kissed her repeatedly like that.
Like a salmon swimming up the river.
As if he was imprinting his own body temperature into her body.
Or, as if trying to check and remember the texture of each part.
and….
“….”
The moment I finally got over his knees.
What naturally catches the eye is a secret place.
It is narrowly hidden by the shadow created by the short cloth wrapped around the waist between the two slightly spread legs.
Nevertheless, what is clearly visible is at most a single thin piece of cloth.
However, just looking at the final barrier, which is thinner than paper but protects the most private part of the woman’s body, makes your heart beat.
Blood getting hot.
Dry throat.
Soaring thirst.
Unable to withstand that thirst, he eventually followed his instincts and pushed his head into her inner thigh.
The moment he bit into her delicate skin like a wolf biting the hind leg of a doe.
Talk.
I was shocked.
White skin trembles.
Drops of water fell on her thighs.
He realized this through the strong scent that permeated the tip of his nose, mixing with the scent of soft flesh.
The identity of the water drop was alcohol that fell from the glass the Geomje was holding.
The calm appearance of Geomje, who continued to drink his drink while being caressed by her, was nothing more than disguise.
And just as he feels extremely complicated emotions, Geomje is also shaken by this immoral situation.
Alcohol sloshing in a glass.
The heat transmitted through the skin.
Above all, the strong pulsation clearly felt within her soft skin proved her agitation.
It was natural.
Just as he was her student.
She was his teacher.
They, especially Geomje, were originally deceased people who lived in an era when military unity was taken for granted.
Aside from everything else, there was no way it would have been possible for just a pure virgin to calmly accept this situation.
nevertheless….
Or rather, that’s why.
He didn’t stop.
Instead, he just moved his mouth over the drops of alcohol that were flowing down her white thighs.
And so, the moment he sucked her skin along with the drops of fragrant liquor.
Tsueup.
“Huh…!”
A suppressed moan is released.
The delicate skin trembles.
A few more drops of alcohol fell on the red marks that Limon had made.
He drank those drops of alcohol over and over again.
Like a baby sucking its mother’s milk.
Or like an animal chewing its prey.
And every time he nibbled and scanned her delicate skin, she twitched like a silverfish being eaten.
No matter how hard I tried to stop the trembling, it was no use.
Before I was a sword master.
As a woman.
Because an instinct that could never be resisted was reacting to that sweet stimulus and making her body heat up.
Even as she was biting her lip and barely holding back her moans, he continued to go up against her.
Scratching her crook with her fingernails.
Kissing her on her abdomen over her clothes.
Gently massaging her plump breasts.
Sucking intensely at the scar on her arm.
While gently biting the white nape of her neck.
He made her feel a heat she had never felt in her entire life, and before she knew it, he straightened her knees and brought her to eye level.
And so, the moment he finally wanted her lips…
Tuk.
naturally.
A glass of alcohol blocking his mouth.
“Kiss only your brides.”
I am not his bride and I am doing this out of necessity.
Even if your body allows it.
There’s no need for a kiss.
After looking at her with complicated eyes, she spoke in a voice that felt calm and even cold, unlike her already heated body.
Limon slightly nodded her head and eventually bit her earlobe instead of her lips.
Tsueup.
So her neck, her back, her armpits.
Even as she lusted after him for every inch of her body except her lips, she continued to drink.
No matter how hard she tried to maintain her composure, it seemed like she wouldn’t be able to bear this unfamiliar heat without at least the power of her alcohol.
All her life she has only swung a sword.
His caresses were too delicate for a girl who had never experienced problems between men and women to endure.
“… He must have eaten quite a bit during this time.”
That was why.
Before I knew it, I was moved to the middle of the bed.
As her buttocks were grabbed, she blurted out a word without realizing it.
It was a hard-fought effort to hold back her moans that almost came out inadvertently, but it was also sincere without an ounce of falsehood.
“I have been through a lot since Master passed away.”
“I’m proud, damn it…!”
Kuuk.
I was shooting reflexively.
She finally let out her moans.
Before she knew it, his ever-so-secret touch had penetrated between her legs and made her twist her waist reflexively.
Is this a reaction that has been endured so far?
Too short and cloudy.
Nevertheless, the pleasure and excitement are revealed so clearly.
She gritted her teeth at a sound so strange and sweet that it was hard to believe she had uttered it.
But unfortunately that was just the beginning.
Kiss her behind her ear.
Tickling between her toes.
Sliding your fingers behind your back.
As he focused on stimulating the most sensitive parts of her body that she had discovered through her explorations so far and that she didn’t even know she had.
The heat that had already built up exploded.
As a result, more and more hot moans escaped my lips.
“ha….”
Wiggle.
My body convulses.
I’m out of breath.
I feel dizzy.
The more you try to hold back, the hotter the heat erodes your body.
And as her thirst deepened, she thought without realizing it.
It’s not enough.
The more drunk you are, the more you drink.
Just like an addict keeps looking for drugs.
Even though her body was soaked in hot pleasure that seemed to set her on fire, her instincts were not satisfied and were demanding more heat and stimulation.
Alcohol that has already been drunk to the point of intoxication.
Heat that blurs consciousness.
Even the constant stimulation.
All of this was overlapping with one another, causing even her steely spirit and will to melt.
That was why.
The reason why she, who gritted her teeth and withstood his touch, opened her mouth without realizing it.
“…How long are you going to keep playing around?”
That moment.
Limon paused.
As if provoking, a voice disguised as leisure, but with a passion that could not be hidden, was informing us.
That she is anxious to the point where she can no longer bear it.
So, after a long silence.
Looking straight at Geomje.
He asked as if making a final confirmation.
“Are you sure you don’t mind?”
And the Geomje flinched.
I heard a thirsty voice as if I had been wandering in the desert for a long time.
I had been busy hiding my agitation until now, so it was only when I saw the heat in those golden eyes that I was able to see them.
Because I realized it.
The fact that it wasn’t just me who was holding back.
Rather, it was true that she was suffering from her heat more than she was her own.
Because this is the final line.
And be considerate of her, her first.
She was just trying to suppress her desires.
“…Why are you asking that now?”
After doing such an outrageous thing to a teacher who was like heaven, are you planning to step down now?
Geomje did not bother to question it.
Instead, he just pulled him into his arms and placed his mouth on the firm nape of his neck.
Well done.
Compared to that, I’m so clumsy.
Mouth movements that resemble chewing meat rather than caressing.
However, the stimulation was too strong for a body that was already heated to its limit.
And at her urging, which was a clearer ‘permission’ than a hundred words from her, Limon stopped her hand that was harassing her.
Instead, he simply supported her slender waist with one hand and pushed her knee between her slender legs.
Immediately after that, he stretched out a hand between her naturally spread legs.
Slurp.
Along her slender legs.
One thin piece of cloth.
I slipped and fell.
Sticky and wet, probably from sweat or something else from holding in the heat for so long.
However, Limon, who had dismantled the thin bulwark that protected the last line, pulled her by the waist and brought her body into close contact.
Her breasts and breasts.
Abdomen and abdomen.
Legs and legs.
…and make sure that even the hottest parts of each other touch so much that there is no space for even a piece of paper to fit between them.
With that, her body stiffened as she felt the hot, hard touch for the first time in her life coming from her most sensitive and secret core.
He stopped in front of the last virginity of the teacher he had admired his entire life and looked at each other.
scruple.
A sense of immorality.
and….
…excitement and desire.
The moment they saw the same thing in each other’s eyes and finally gave up their last hesitation.
Phew.
“Huh…!”
The desire of a disciple raised like a child.
A teacher who raised me like a parent.
-Pierced through.
