Chapter 35: The First Reward

Jinhae

I kept her elbow.

Ahyun stumbled once, then matched my stride. The healer tag bounced on her wrist.

Support Court West sat behind a long covered walk and a courtyard of packed gravel. Every door identical except for a small carved number and a hook for a lantern.

Candidates moved in clumps. A few already arguing over rooms.

Ahyun’s voice came small beside me.

“Young Master… is it all right if I enter with you? The steward said housing is by division. I’m Medical Court. If someone sees—”

“You’re not sleeping in Medical Court.”

Her head turned. She searched my face.

“I’m not?”

“You’re never sleeping away from me again.” I kept walking.

Color climbed her throat.

“Y-yes, Young Master. I just… I thought the rules—”

“The rooms are single until the preliminary ends.” I turned us down a quieter colonnade. “After that they move the ones who pass into official halls. That’s a different problem.”

Ahyun swallowed.

“When you pass, you’ll have a roommate. The official support lodging is two to a room. I heard two boys talking in the line. They said.”

“Leave that to me.”

“Young Master?”

“I’ll handle it.” I glanced at her.

She made a tiny sound and looked at the gravel.

I slid the door.

One sleeping mat. A wash basin. A chest at the foot of the mat.

I pulled her in and shut the door.

The latch seated.

Ahyun stood just inside with both packs still on her shoulders. She looked at the single mat, then at me.

“Young Master, I can sleep on the floor. Or by the door. I don’t want to take your—”

“Put the packs down.”

She set them against the chest. Her hands stayed on the straps a second too long, like she needed something to hold.

“Come here.”

She came.

I pulled my cock out through the open fold of the travel robes.

It was already hard. The vein along the top stood up in a fat ridge. Pre-cum beaded at the slit and ran down in a slow shiny string.

Ahyun stared.

“This is your first reward,” I said. “You helped me with Mother. You held still on the floor while I bred her. So you get to suck my cock.”

Her knees hit the floorboards before I finished the sentence.

“Thank you— thank you, Young Master—”

She didn’t wait for a second order.

She buried her face against it.

The first thing she did was smell it.

A long, shaking inhale along the shaft, nose pressed into the heat, mouth open against the base. Five days of sweat and road. She made a broken little noise like the stink of it punched straight through her.

“Fuck,” I said. “Look at you. You haven’t even put it in your mouth and you’re already sniffing it like a bitch.”

“It smells— it smells so strong— Young Master, I—”

“Lick.”

Her tongue came out.

She dragged it from my balls to the head in one wet stripe. Then again. Then she opened wide and took the head past her lips and moaned around it like she had been starving.

I set a hand in her hair.

“That’s it. Get it wet. Use your tongue. I want to hear it.”

She licked the underside. She sucked the head. She tried to take more and gagged immediately, eyes watering, and still pushed forward again. Spit ran down her chin and dripped onto the front of her dusty hanfu.

“Deeper.”

“Mmph—!”

I held her head and gave her the first real thrust.

Her throat closed. She gagged hard. Spit burst around the seal of her lips and ran down my shaft in thick strings. I pulled back only far enough for her to drag a breath through her nose, then I pushed in again.

“Don’t you dare pull off.”

I fucked her mouth.

I used her face the way I had used Lady Seo’s cunt. Tears cut clean tracks through the road dust on her cheeks. Each time I bottomed out against the back of her mouth she made a wet, desperate gargle and more spit poured out of her.

Gluck. Gluck.

“Listen to that.” I kept the rhythm mean. “Five days of being a good denied slut and the second I put my cock in front of you, you turn into a drooling hole.”

“Ghhk— Young— mmph—”

I shoved in to the base and held her there.

Her nose mashed against my stomach. Her throat convulsed around me. Her eyes rolled. Spit flooded out both corners of her mouth.

I let her up.

She fell back on her heels coughing, strings of spit connecting her swollen lips to my cock. A thick rope of it broke and slapped against her chin.

“Again,” I said.

She lunged.

I caught her hair and did it myself.

I railed her mouth until her jaw shook. Until every breath she managed was a wet hitch and every sound she made was meat and spit. My balls slapped her chin. The fat head of my cock stretched her throat on every bury.

I felt the climax building. I pulled out.

Ahyun chased the head with her tongue, dazed, mouth still open, a thread of spit swinging from her lower lip.

“Clothes. Off.”

Her hands fumbled. The ruined cream pile hit the floor. Then the soaked undergarments, peeling off her cunt with a wet sound that made her ears go scarlet.

She stood there naked in the middle of Support Court West with academy dust on her calves and her massive tits hanging heavy and pale, dark pink areolas the size of my palms. The fat lips of her cunt were swollen and shiny. A thick string of juice hung from her and snapped against her thigh.

I grabbed both tits.

Lifted them. Felt the insane weight of them in my hands. Then I drew my right hand back and slapped the left one as hard as I could.

The sound was a meaty crack.

The whole heavy globe jumped and rippled. The fat shook for a full second. A perfect red handprint bloomed across the pale skin.

Ahyun came on the spot.

Her mouth opened on a silent scream. Her back arched. Her knees buckled. Clear squirt sprayed down her thighs in a hard rhythmic pulse and pattered onto the floorboards in a widening puddle. Her eyes went empty. A broken sob finally tore out of her on the third spurt.

I caught her before she hit the floor and dragged her to the mat.

“That’s one,” I said. “That was for trying to sleep in Medical Court.”

She could barely focus. Her tits still trembled.

I shoved her onto her back. Spread her thighs. Ahyun had a dense soaked bush, azure-dark and matted to her skin with days of denied slick. The fat lips parted around nothing, clit swollen out of its hood like it hurt.

I stripped the rest of my robes and climbed over her.

“I’m going to spend the night wrecking this cunt.” I dragged the head up through her folds and painted myself in her squirt. “I’m going to leave you on this mat as my favorite cumdump. You’re going to take every load I have. You’re going to thank me for each one. And when the morning drum hits you’re going to walk to breakfast with my cum still leaking out of you under a clean hanfu. Understood?”

“Y-yes— yes, Young Master— please— please put it in— I’ve waited— I’ve been so good—”

“You have.”

I drove in to the hilt.