Chapter 26: Lucky You

Jinhae

I released her breast.

My hand slid down her stomach. Over the faint stretch-softened skin below her navel. Into the dense black thatch matted with her own juice.

I cupped her cunt.

The whole fat mound filled my palm. Puffy lips already parted. Slick enough that my fingers skidded on the first pass.

Lady Seo jerked. A muffled scream punched through the silk gag. Her hips tried to twist away. The ankle ties stopped her cold. All she managed was a helpless little grind that smeared more slick across my hand.

I pressed my mouth back to her ear.

“There it is.”

I dragged two fingers up through her slit. Splitting those swollen lips and scooping the mess already leaking out of her.

“You feel that, Lady Seo? You're hot for your crippled stepson?”

Another broken sound. Her head shook.

I found her clit.

The little pearl was already fat and exposed, peeking out of its hood. I circled it once with the pad of my middle finger. Then I flicked it.

Her whole body seized.

Those heavy tits bounced hard. The gag turned her cry into a wet gurgle. Fresh slick spilled over my knuckles and ran down the cleft of her ass.

I kept the pressure light. Just enough to make her feel every pass.

“I’d love to spend hours on you,” I murmured. “Hours. I’d keep you tied to this bed until sunrise. I’d make you thank me for every second of it.”

I pushed the tip of one finger into her.

Just the first knuckle.

Her walls fluttered and sucked.

“But we don’t have hours.” I worked that single finger in a lazy circle, stretching her open without giving her anything real. “Seojun is burning daylight on the wrong mountain. The window is short. So you get the shortened version of what I had planned for you.”

I focused.

Will sank through my palm and into her pelvis, reading for foreign Qi. Empty.

No seed. No foreign Qi signature.

The bandit had stripped her, bound her, bruised her, and gotten his trousers open.

I smiled against her ear.

“Lucky you.” My finger slid deeper, slow enough that she felt every ridge of the knuckle. “Nothing in this womb but your own filthy juice. That makes the rest of this much cleaner for me.”

I pulled my hand free.

Thick strings of her arousal stretched from her cunt to my fingers and snapped against her inner thigh.

I looked at the door.

“Ahyun. In. Now.”

Ahyun stepped through and stopped dead. She took in the bed in one stunned sweep.

Lady Seo naked and spread. My hand shiny with her stepmother’s cunt.

“Y-Young Master—” Her voice cracked.

“On your knees.”

Ahyun’s mouth opened. Closed.

“Between her legs,” I said. “Tongue out. You lick this cunt until I tell you to stop.”

She stared at me.

Shame burned across her face.

“Y-yes, Young Master.”

She crossed the room on unsteady legs. Climbed onto the foot of the bed. The mattress dipped. She settled between Lady Seo’s forced-open thighs and looked at the soaked black bush in front of her like it might bite.

Lady Seo made a raw, horrified sound behind the gag.

I leaned back down to her ear. Close enough that my lips brushed.

“Mother.”

Her whole body locked.

The word hit harder than the hand on her breast. A full-body flinch that made her cunt visibly clench an inch from Ahyun’s face.

She had forbidden that word the year my birth mother died. I had been a child. She had looked down at me in the corridor outside the mourning hall and told me, cold and precise, that I would never call her that again.

I said it again.

“Mother. Look at you. Tied open on a bandit’s bed with your servant’s mouth an inch from this sloppy hole. And the cripple you spent a decade erasing is the one giving the orders.”

Ahyun hesitated one last second. Then she leaned in.

Her first lick was tiny. A nervous little stripe up the left lip.

Lady Seo screamed into the silk.

Shame twisted hotter on Ahyun's face when the taste hit her tongue. She licked again. The flat of her tongue dragged through the dense soaked bush and split those puffy lips for real.

“That’s it,” I said. “Get in there. Eat her.”

“Y-yes, Young Master.”

The words came out muffled against wet flesh. Ahyun stopped talking and started working.

She licked Lady Seo’s cunt like she had been told to clean a bowl. Long strokes from the dripping hole up over the clit. Then shorter, faster ones.

Lady Seo’s eyes were huge and glassy and locked on the ceiling. Tears ran into her hair. Her hips tried to escape and only succeeded in smearing her clit harder against Ahyun’s tongue.

I kept my mouth at her ear.

“You hear that? That’s my property licking you. The little servant you never bothered to learn the name of. She’s better at this than you deserve.”

I reached across her body and grabbed the right tit again. Squeezed until the fat bulged. Pinched the thick nipple and rolled it in time with Ahyun’s licks.

“I’m going to tell you exactly what happens after we walk out of this mine, Mother.”

A wet, pleading noise behind the gag.

“I’m going to take you home. I’m going to let the household weep over the rescued matriarch. Seojun will kneel at your bedside like a good broken dog. And every night after that, when the lamps go out, you will remember my fingers in this cunt and my servant’s tongue on this clit and you will get wet in your marriage bed.”

Ahyun moaned against her.

I twisted the nipple harder.

“And Minji.”

Lady Seo’s eyes snapped to mine.

“Your sweet little girl,” I said, soft, almost kind. “I already kissed her. Twice. She melted both times.”

A muffled roar of protest. Lady Seo lunged against the ropes so hard the bedframe creaked. Ahyun had to grab her thighs to keep her mouth in place.

I smiled.