43 | [Bonus chapter] R18 - Idle Hands (Part 4) - Censored & Uncensored versions

[Author's Note - explicit chapter can be found below under Uncensored Version]

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[Censored Version]

Soo-Ah needed Sung-Ho to guide her and he understood. He showed her all she needed to do to explore the pleasure hidden inside her body.

"Feel good for me," he requested and she did.

She came in shouts of pleasure, gasping uncontrollably, arching her back and grabbing any part of his body that she could reach, to feel him closer, to not fall into insanity. The avalanche of her first orgasm dripped down every fiber of her being.

He had been right all along and now that she had her first taste she was insatiable and wanted more; to be one with him, one with the entire world; she felt she was the only one and everyone. Like the sky descended on earth and she was right at its center, expelling energy.

"How is such a feeling possible?" she asked, giggling and still panting, shaking her head in disbelief.

Sung-Ho gently caressed the top of her head. "It is a gift," he whispered, smiling softly at her and feasting his gaze on her flushed face.

A new urge glided over her body. She pulled him close in an embrace as if she wanted to merge with him, to become part of his blood and flow under his skin. To become one and never let go. To meld her life essence with his.

Hungrily, she placed kisses wherever they landed, on his jaw, his cheeks, searching for his mouth. Instead, she found his finger stopping her lips and she opened her eyes, surprised.

"Is this your first kiss?" Sung-Ho asked, brushing his nose over hers.

Soo-Ah stared back with big round eyes and nodded. Heat bloomed in her core. This was her first everything.

Sung-Ho sighed, disappointed, "Your first kiss is for the one you will fall in love with." He leaned in and kiss the corner of her mouth, then moved away.

To the one I'll fall in love with, Soo-Ah repeated in her head while a couple of lines emerged on her forehead. She frowned, trying to understand: Was that a ruse to skip kissing because she did not please him in that way? The thought made her plummet from her highs. She searched his face for a reply. Then she remembered all of her earlier lewd reactions and became embarrassed, closing her eyes and hoping to disappear through the sheets and the mattress.

Sung-Ho watched her amused. "What is this? Are you already tired from sharing your Yin with me?" he asked in a hushed voice, resting his head on top of her and nuzzling his nose against her neck.

The emotional journey he has been on these past couple of days since she came into his life, was taking him places he strived hard to avoid. There was a sincere concern and care for General Min-Jun's granddaughter, but he could not deny there was a slow-rising interest in her as a woman as well. This seed of lust must have been implanted when the old man had asked him to take Soo-Ah as a consort or as a concubine. The old man's innocent thought was now raging into a full-blown storm of desires.

He was a wicked man.

The things he would show her if she was his woman rightfully, how he would corrupt her body and her mind and bend her to his pleasure. All such thoughts crawled from his subconscious to the forefront of his mind. And it was all because of the response his body had to hers, from the way he was slowly teasing. He had to admit it took him by surprise. Excitement, adrenaline, and arousal were slowly playing with his convictions. He clearly felt it.

With a strange expression in his eyes and a hinted smile, he raised his head to look at her. "I fear I might need your help as well."

"Help with what?" Soo-Ah asked surprised, innocently searching for his eyes.

"Well, remember how aflame you were just then? I am going to show you something. Just show you so have no fear."

His words and fixating gaze were meant to keep her in place as he lifted the edge of his pants.

"Why is that thing looking like this?" She seemed hesitant.

"Thing? Don't call it -that thing-. It is a part of who I am and how we share our essence."

He moved his gaze over her slender naked body, glistening from the few dew drops of perspiration. He preferred the softer lines and fuller mounds of an over-feminine silhouette. Despite a healthy appetite, Soo-Ah's figure was shaped through constant training and food rations. It still left him aching from disconcerting need. A long-forgotten presence stirred inside him. What desires did this woman instill in him that he had to struggle not to give in to the call of his inner beast?

He fell on his back, his hands covering his face.

"Oh gods, you are making me lose my senses," said he, annoyed. He never had to show so much restraint.

"Should I show what men like?" he asked her, removing his hands away to stare at her. "Do you dare to give me your hand again?" and a mysterious intent crept into his gaze.

He showed her what to do until the sensations flowed out of control. And just like that, his eyes had a naughty flicker.

"Turn around," he commanded.

"What do you want to do?" Soo-Ah asked, on the verge of panic, taking her hand away.

"Nothing permanent," he replied, adding more gentleness to his tone, aching to feel her touch again. "Let me teach you about a man's body as well. Would you turn around and keep your legs together? It is a request."

Soo-Ah nodded and allowed him to help her position herself for whatever he had in mind. His touch was still gentle. There were little fires he ignited everywhere he placed his hands on her skin. She still wanted him and he came closer, doing whatever he needed to do to follow his urges.

Nothing permanent though. Making an irrational, rush gesture now might lead to fulfilling one sacred duty in this lifetime–searing a son. But he had so many other duties to fulfill.

Looking at her, a thought surfaced. What if he kept her in his bed for a couple more days and allowed their relationship to take its course. Afterwards, he would send her to his home as a concubine, his seed most likely taking root in her womb.

No. Not like this! It was enough that he was corrupting her to the most pleasurable side this life had to offer. He should not have his way with her but he had to allow for his pleasure to follow its course.

Allowing his muscles to relax, he pulled away and stretched beside her on the bed. Their fast breaths had the same rhythm.

Only he knew how hard it had been to abstain from doing more. At least he kept his promise to her. She was still uncompromised, her virginal body still holding value. He had made a promise to a dying man, that he would keep Soo-Ah safe and happy and he was still able to abide by that promise.

In the last couple of days, the woman made it clear she wanted no such future plans with him or any other. She did not need him for a husband. Only as a facilitator and he had promised to listen to her plans at least, once the war was over. Trapping her into a marriage arrangement was out of the question. No. He could not defile her. He hadn't and he was glad at that.

Still, he could not shake his lingering excitement, unexpectedly provided just from fooling around. What was it about this eccentric, young woman that drove him into such a frenzy? Could it be that look in her eyes that was so familiar?

Those eyes gave him the same thrill as his enemies in battle. They reminded him of the excitement and the adrenaline of having his life on the line. He felt most alive when he was facing death and she gave him the same exhilarating feeling. But she posed no real danger. No real danger, other than losing himself.

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[Uncensored Version]

Soo-Ah needed Sung-Ho to guide her and he understood.

His lips travelled back up her body, placing fiery kisses. His hand came to replace her hand and took the lead. He seized her hardened bud in between his fingers and rubbed it gently a couple of times, making her flesh quiver. She was about to lose control but the cocky trickster stopped, leaving her hanging, aching for his touch. If he wanted her complete surrender she would offer it on a silver platter. In her haze, she would have done anything to have more of him, anything for him.

She locked eyes with Sung-Ho, begging without words. The trickster half smirked, placed his thumb over her mound and began to rotate at a steady rhythm. She was so grateful. She was losing herself. Her moans grew louder and she couldn't care less if anyone heard.

As he stood, partially over her, he watched her hungrily and came to murmur in her ear, tickling her; it tickled her everywhere. "Feel good for me," he requested.

She did. She came in shouts of pleasure, gasping uncontrollably, arching her back and grabbing any part of his body that she could reach, to feel him closer, to not fall into insanity. The avalanche of her first orgasm dripped down every fiber of her being. She began to shiver while her pelvis still moved along his hand, chasing whatever remained of that terrible, mesmerizing feeling.

"How is such a feeling possible?" she asked, giggling and still panting, shaking her head in disbelief.

One of Sung-Ho's hands still cupped her pulsating sex while the other gently caressed the top of her head. "It is a gift," he whispered, smiling softly at her and feasting his gaze on her flushed face.

Hungrily, she placed kisses wherever they landed, on his jaw, his cheeks, searching for his mouth. Instead, she found his finger stopping her lips and she opened her eyes, surprised.

"Is this your first kiss?" Sung-Ho asked, brushing his nose over hers.

Soo-Ah stared back with big round eyes and nodded. Heat bloomed in her core. This was her first everything.

Sung-Ho sighed, disappointed, "Your first kiss is for the one you will fall in love with." He leaned in and kiss the corner of her mouth, then moved away.

Sung-Ho watched her amused. "What is this? Are you already tired from sharing your Yin with me?" he asked in a hushed voice, resting his head on top of her and nuzzling his nose against her neck.

He was a wicked man.

With a strange expression in his eyes and a hinted smile, he raised his head to look at her. "I fear I might need your help as well."

"Help with what?" Soo-Ah asked surprised, innocently searching for his eyes.

"Well, remember how aflame you were just then? I am going to show you something. Just show you so have no fear."

His words and fixating gaze were meant to keep her in place as he lifted the edge of his pants to show what he hid underneath. His engorged member sprung out after being held hostage for all this time. He thought Soo-Ah would run for the hills seeing the full length of him. Instead, she looked at it strangely inquisitive. It excited him even more.

"Why is that thing looking like this?" She seemed hesitant when asking this.

"Thing? Don't call it -that thing-. It is a part of who I am and how we share our essence."

He moved his gaze over her slender naked body, glistening from the few dew drops of perspiration. He preferred the softer lines and fuller mounds of an over-feminine silhouette. Despite a healthy appetite, Soo-Ah's figure was shaped through constant training and food rations. It still left him aching from disconcerting need. A long-forgotten presence stirred inside him. What desires did this woman instil in him that he had to struggle not to give in to the call of his inner beast?

He fell on his back, bringing his hands to cover his face or find any place to rest upon other than his erection.

"Oh gods, you are making me lose my senses," said he, annoyed. He never had to show so much restraint. Whenever he was this aroused next to someone, and most often he had good control of himself, he would pin the woman down and fuck her senseless.

"Should I show what men like?" he asked her, staring at her straight forward. He could pleasure himself but he thought of other hands, far softer and fairer, that could do the job.

"Do you dare to give me your hand again?" and a mysterious intent crept into his gaze.

With her face turning a delicious pinkish color, Soo-Ah extended her trembling palm. Sung-Ho grabbed it and brought it closer to his staff. Her grip was delicate at first, but then she clutched him hard. He liked that.

"Now you have to move up and down, like this," and he guided her movements, sucking in air from the sensation. "That feels really good. Do it harder," was what he was barely able to mutter as he started panting. And just like that, his eyes had a naughty flicker.

"Turn around," he commanded.

"What do you want to do?" Soo-Ah asked, on the verge of panic, taking her hand away from him.

"Nothing permanent," he replied adding more gentleness to his tone, aching to feel her touch again. "Let me teach you about a man's body as well. Would you turn around and keep your legs together? It is a request."

Standing on her side, and having her back at him, Sung-Ho slowly slid his hard sex through her thighs. As he began to rub against her legs, the rocking motion of his pelvis hitting her bum nudged her forward like on a swing, and she relaxed.

His breathing grew heavier. He glued himself to her back and burrowed his face into her neck. He felt the urge to grab her and pull her even closer. To bite and suck at her skin. His mind went round and round with the idea of claiming her for himself. She was willing, judging by the way her flesh trembled slightly, by the way, she looked at him and by the way she touched him, all unspoken words of desire. But he kept rubbing himself against her. Nothing permanent.

Looking at her mouth, moving in silent moans, he was desperate to kiss it. He wanted to kiss it so he could claim her; so he could fuck her. If he would, he could keep her in his bed for a couple more days. Afterwards, he would send her to his home as a concubine, his seed most likely taking root in her womb.

He looked at the face of the woman who could give him a child and was surprised to find something else lay hidden there, apart from his lust for her. But the lust was coursing through him like water cascading from the mountain tops, unstoppable.

While he was barely in control of himself, he slowed down his movements and closed his eyes to steady his irregular breaths and surging desire. He was threading on a treacherous path that could leave him shoving his raging member through her entrance. He needed to have a cool head and not waste the Qi he needed for battles or he would lose his head, literally. Making an irrational, rush gesture now might mean fulfilling one duty in this lifetime, searing a son. But he had so many other duties to fulfil.

He should not have his way with her.

But everything about this woman was so stimulating, so mouth-watering. The things he would do to her. Grabbing her cheek with his lips and softly nibbling, he flung open his eyes, groped the soft flesh of her tits, moulding like persimmons in his palm, and rubbed his erection against her thighs with more vigor. His hand moved to the sheath of her pleasure but he found her fingers searching for release as well. He grinned satisfied.

He was corrupting her to the most pleasurable side this life had to offer.

Moisture flowing from between her legs drove him to a frenzy. He grunted and dug his fingers into her hips harder, binding her to him. Mercilessly smacking her bum with his pelvis, the tip of his erection was engorged and tingling, begging to be rubbed some more.

Forget his cool head. Forget his Qi. All he wanted were those lips. Those lips. How would those lips look sucking him? He needed her. He had to have her.

She was shouting out his name. She was his.

His release came with lightning speed and a hard thrust of his hips, leaving him panting, and out of breath. Soo-Ah was panting as well, all sweaty and giggling like she was drunk on pleasure. He was satisfied. Allowing his muscles to relax, he pulled away and stretched beside her on the bed. Their fast breaths had the same rhythm.

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