Her sensuous hips lowered slowly, as if a connoisseur savoring a delicacy. The greedy cavern swallowed deeply, and with every gulp, Han So-young’s jaw gradually tilted back, revealing the pale curve of her neck.
“Ahhh…”
Was it really that good? Her faint, breathy sighs were filled with unmistakable satisfaction. Naturally, I felt the same. Having already received my seed twice before, her body was now fully ripe, clinging to my shaft with a sticky warmth.
At last, her thighs collapsed onto my groin, and my manhood was buried deep inside her, disappearing into the depths. Han So-young’s body twitched, convulsing, and she let out a heated moan.
“Ah!”
But she didn’t stop for long. Clenching her hands tightly, trembling all over, she lifted her hips back up.
Riding on top—no, was it woman-on-top?—the sight of her flesh clinging to my shaft, the folds of skin pressed tightly as I slipped out, was raw and vivid, stirring a powerful excitement.
She lifted herself just shy of pulling out completely, then with a fierce energy unlike before, slammed her hips down hard.
Smack.
The wet flesh slapped against flesh, a sound dripping with lust.
“Hik…!”
Han So-young seemed to love this position. Biting her lip, a smile of ecstasy spreading across her face, she slowly bent her knees and squatted down. Then, finally, she began to move her hips in earnest.
Thump, thump-thump-thump. Each time her pale hips rose and fell, the sound of skin colliding echoed repeatedly.
She seemed utterly absorbed, every nerve focused. Her eyes closed softly, lips parting little by little. With her legs spread wide, she let out a desperate moan, rocking herself in a way both strange and lascivious.
More than anything, her breasts, which had been clouding my vision, were driving me mad. The way they bounced with every thrust—so wildly at odds with the image of a noble lady—was intoxicating.
“I love it… I love it so much!”
As the rhythm continued, her pace quickened. It was clear she was nearing her peak. Her face twisted in a way that showed she didn’t know what to do with herself, teeth clenched tight. Then came a high-pitched, nasal cry.
Yes. This was exactly the Han So-young I wanted to see.
But—
“Huff…! Huff…!”
The problem was, I felt I was about to reach my limit first. My blood-pumped manhood was barely holding back the urge to explode. Every time I felt the slick flesh parting around me or caught the rich scent rising from below, I gasped involuntarily. I wanted to hold on, but the pleasure surging at the tip of my shaft was overwhelming.
Then, I felt her hips press tightly against mine as they moved up and down without pause. The hand that had been pressing on my abdomen slowly withdrew. When I glanced up, Han So-young arched her back, using her hands on the sheets for support, and began to rotate her hips vigorously in a clockwise circle.
“Haah!”
A sudden surprise. If I could, I would have screamed with all my might. I almost lost control right then and there. I didn’t even want to think about how she’d learned that move. The way my shaft was forced to swirl inside her, tasting every inch of her flesh, was beyond anything I’d imagined. Sensing I was close, Han So-young half-closed her eyes and sent me a pleading look.
“Mu-missionary road…!”
“Y-yes, yesss…”
“I’m, I’m almost—uh! So, ahhh!”
“……”
I didn’t understand what she was saying, but from the desperate tone, I knew what she wanted. If I came now, the rhythm we’d built would break. Han So-young wanted to keep going, to ride the wave of her climax without stopping.
“Please…!”
“…Ugh.”
In the end, I nodded heavily.
I would hold back. No matter what. Even if it killed me. For Han So-young, who was about to experience her first true pleasure as a woman.
Perhaps sensing my resolve, she began moving her hips even more provocatively. Three circles to the left, three to the right. Then sliding back and forth like water flowing.
She teased me with every twist and turn. As her hips spun wildly, my mind threatened to drift away, but I held on, gathering my last strength. Her cries of pleasure and the way her body writhed like a fish out of water told me her climax was near.
“Ah… ahh… ahhh!”
As if confirming my thoughts, Han So-young’s face twisted as if she was about to cry, shaking her head violently. At the same time, her hips began pounding the bed with a force that seemed ready to break it.
I was done for. I knew I couldn’t hold on any longer. Gathering all the strength I had left, I focused it downward. Waiting for her hips to rise, I thrust upward with all my might as she came down. It was the final, desperate push. A sharp sound burst forth as our bodies met.
“………………!”
Suddenly, her continuous moans stopped. Han So-young’s eyes widened as if they might tear apart. Her head fell back with a gasp, and—
“Hyaaahhh!”
A scream of pure ecstasy exploded, shaking the quiet room to its core. Her arms and legs bent backward, her waist pushed forward. Her whole body trembled uncontrollably, as if struck by lightning.
I did it.
Han So-young had finally tasted her first climax.
My vision went white, and almost at the same moment, I felt the flood of semen release inside her.
After a moment.
As my scattered thoughts began to return, I struggled to open my eyes and looked ahead.
Han So-young was still lost in the throes of her first orgasm. Tears streamed from her eyes, but each time the semen welled up and spilled, her body shuddered uncontrollably. She convulsed as if electrocuted, unable to stop.
Then—
Drip!
A sudden sound of urination, sharp and pungent, hit my nose. A stream of bright yellow liquid soaked her lower body, pooling beneath her. Han So-young had peed. She didn’t seem to notice.
Rather than feeling disgusted, I just laughed. She was adorable. Probably, like me, she was so overwhelmed with pleasure she lost control. At least now, there’d be no teasing.
As the flow of semen and urine gradually slowed, I finally exhaled deeply and opened my arms toward Han So-young. Now I understood why she had reached out to me earlier.
Her curvy body swayed slightly, and her silky hair spilled over her shoulders. Her breasts pressed against me, warm and soft. I gently stroked her sweat-damp hair, and she lay still for a long while, as if asleep.
“…Missionary, Lord.”
Suddenly, I heard her voice. Han So-young, who I thought was asleep, lifted her head and met my gaze.
“Now… I understand… After trying it myself… I think I finally get it… There’s no man in this world… other than Missionary Lord… who can satisfy me… So…”
Breathing in between words, her eyes shone dreamily, still caught in the afterglow. Though her words were a bit jumbled, I listened quietly.
“I want to be yours, Missionary Lord. I want to have a baby.”
“…What?”
“A baby. I want to bear your child.”
“……”
It was an unexpectedly shocking confession. But soon, I understood her. She probably hadn’t forgotten the times when Gehenna and Suna appeared before. That’s why she said this.
“Yes. I want that too.”
I smiled warmly in response. Han So-young couldn’t hide her joy and began to sit up.
“Thank you. I’ll do my best.”
No need to try so hard—she’d already climaxed inside me three times.
Just then—
“So…”
Suddenly, her leg wrapped tightly around my thigh.
“Missionary Lord, please make sure you get me pregnant.”
Then, like before, she positioned herself, lifting her hips to…
Slap!
…Huh?
Morning came. The sky over Atlanta was a clear blue, so fresh and peaceful it was hard to believe the storm from the day before had even happened. It calmed the mind and soul.
But Missionary Castle was bustling from early morning. No, “bustling” was an understatement—it was downright chaotic, as if something serious had happened.
“No! How did this happen?!”
On the fourth floor—more precisely, inside the office—an unexpected burst of shouting echoed loudly. The anger in the voice was unmistakable; it was clear the speaker was furious.
Inside the office, Shin Jae-ryong was glaring at the bed sheets stained with white mucus, yellowish smudges, and streaks of red blood, his anger boiling over. Such an open display of emotion was rare for him.
“The Clan Lord said he wanted to rest, and I clearly told you he needed to take it easy!”
Shin Jae-ryong’s finger pointed toward Kim Soo-hyun, who lay on the bed. His face was pale and gaunt, his cheekbones slightly protruding—he looked like a corpse. Only the faint, shallow breaths and the cold sweat trickling down his forehead betrayed the fact that he was still alive.
Watching Kim Soo-hyun blankly, Go Yeon-ju protested, her voice tinged with frustration.
“Jae-ryong, why are you angry with me? I’ve been lying quietly, just sleeping!”
“I’m not saying the Shadow Queen is the culprit. Honestly, there were parts I found hard to bring up before, so I turned a blind eye. But as the user, Go Yeon-ju, you… well, you were supposed to act as the Clan Lord’s lady of the house. You should have kept things under control.”
“W-well…”
“Really!”
His words were a clear rebuke: why didn’t you keep him in check? Go Yeon-ju had no good answer. Frankly, who could guarantee that among the countless women under Kim Soo-hyun’s command, none would slip up and become a stray cat? Even if that were true, it was equally unfair.
Still, Shin Jae-ryong’s anger was understandable. After all, he had risked his life to rescue the Clan Lord, and if things had gone wrong, the man he respected so deeply might have died. Eventually, Go Yeon-ju took a step back.
“Alright, fine. I’ll make sure to keep a close watch from now on. But first, let’s focus on recovering his strength…”
“There’s no problem with his strength.”
“Huh?”
“It’s not his body that’s the issue—it’s his mind. He’s pushed himself so hard that his spirit is severely depleted.”
Shin Jae-ryong sighed sympathetically and shook his head. Go Yeon-ju couldn’t bring herself to ask, “So you’re saying he almost died from a broken heart? That guy?” She knew from experience how absurd that sounded. Instead, she just pressed her palm to her forehead and groaned softly.
Then—
“…Ah.”
Amid the confusion, a sudden memory flashed through her mind: the woman she had accidentally met this morning outside the office door.
‘Han So-young.’
No, it wasn’t the fact that she was at the door that mattered. After all, Go Yeon-ju herself had rushed over as soon as she woke up, eager to check on Kim Soo-hyun’s condition.
What really stood out was Han So-young’s appearance.
Her hair, soaked with sweat and clinging to her skin, still gleamed with a healthy shine.
Her cheeks were flushed with a rosy glow, and her skin sparkled in the sunlight.
Considering she had been held captive for weeks, she looked remarkably well. Go Yeon-ju had even half-jokingly asked if she’d eaten something special the night before.
But for some reason, Han So-young had seemed restless, clutching her stomach and saying she needed to use the bathroom. She still hadn’t returned. At the time, it hadn’t seemed strange…
‘That stomach… it was definitely swollen.’
The thought struck Go Yeon-ju so sharply that she clenched her fists without realizing it, her eyes blazing as she glared at Kim Soo-hyun.
“You really are something else!”
---------------------------= Author’s Note =---------------------------
Why does the rumor about my ‘female lead’ keep popping up again…?
I’ve been holding back on writing afterwords lately to avoid any nitpicking… ^^;
P.S. Episode 1 ends with chapter 970.
I’ll share plans for the next installment in tomorrow’s afterword.