Chapter 644 – Cheondo’s Peach Tree (4)

How long have we leaned on each other?

Now, feeling each other’s emotions no longer feels like an effort.

“Master.”
“Yes.”

But there was an action that could not be deciphered.

Since the day it all spiraled out of control. Despite the deep affection we shared, it hasn’t evolved into a true relationship.

“……”
“Why the hesitation?”

We spend fifteen hours a day together in bed.

Both of us are unwell… Incapable of living an outdoor life. We seem to be drawing a modicum of solace from each other.

-Swish.

Lifting the blanket, I slip in, and wrap my arm around her slender waist. The Master doesn’t try to push me away at this light touch. This has become a customary expression of affection between us.

-Tightly.

Wrapping my arm around her lower abdomen, I pull her towards me. The Master, who was facing away, sighs and slowly shortens the distance between us.

A tantalizing female form.
As my stiff hand strokes above her navel, the Master’s hand comes to rest on mine.

“…Today, your touch feels ticklish.”

Is she gently refusing me? The slight huskiness in her voice doesn’t seem to be pushing me away entirely.

I intertwine my fingers with the Master’s, bringing my lips to the shoulder blades of her turned back. Cheondo’s flustered movements do not hinder my touch. She silently intertwines her fingers with mine, curling her body.

-Pop.

As my breath brushes her shoulder, I sense a tension in the Master’s back, rigid as if on guard.

“May I, Master?”

Cheondo answers my question with a breath that falters.

“……We’ve already crossed that line.”

Once is hard, twice harder. Cheondo, her ears flushing crimson, hides her expression in the pillowcase.

“I give my body permission…”
“To your student?”
“But-“

But?

“…I’m still haunted by that time, it scares me.”

Her words ring an alarm in my head. Has my Master ever openly admitted to being scared of me? She was always someone who wanted to appear perfect in my presence.

No matter how much it hurt, she would maintain her poise. The sight of her vulnerability, of the person who had held herself together by claiming to be the Master, momentarily caught me off guard. I reconsider my thoughts.

“The true side of the Master.”

I remain still, lost in thought. Cheondo slowly turns her head towards me.

“If you’re going to… I hope it’s not painful.”

She is incredibly passive and patient when it comes to relationships. Likely due to her lack of experience, unsure of how to approach it properly.

I find myself stuttering as I ask.

“S, Master, then. Would you undress? I wouldn’t want your clothes to get ruined like last time.”

“…Understood.”

Rising from the bed, Cheondo seized the blanket from me, wrapping herself within its folds. Her hands began to fidget within its embrace.

The mood lighting was set to a cozy but dim level – an almost invisible nightscape. Yet for superhumans like us, the darkness of the night posed no hindrance.

-Swish-

The sound of her removing the tights that veiled her entire form. Who knew onomatopoeia could be so tantalizing? Cheondo, shimmying down her stockings, clutching the blanket around her, regarded me.

“…I am undressed.”

Down below, I was painfully stiff.

I clenched the blanket in my hand. Cheondo, still unused to her nudity, tensed, ensuring the blanket didn’t slip off.

Such a cute, petite resistance.

No chance stood against me. With a swift motion, I hoisted the blanket and dove under it. I nudged the sitting Cheondo, laying her down on the bed.

-Thump!-

“…!”

Entering the same blanket, I admired my naked master through my own eyes.

“Master, you are remarkably clean.”
“What do you mean…?”
“It’s intriguing that there isn’t a single hair.”
“Stop this nonsense. Don’t state the obvious.”

Why was it so obvious? Maintaining one’s body is an arduous task, yet hers was so pristine and soft.

Especially her vagina…The sight of that region, tightly sealed, shaded a soft pink without a hint of discoloration, was smoother and more velvety than any I’d seen.

“Isn’t your gaze a bit too blatant? Moreover, I…”
“What is it, Master?”
“I, I am a peach.”

A hairless peach. I see.

It wasn’t that she maintained it that way, but rather hair had never grown there in the first place.

“You’re bare.”
“Please refrain from such language. I asked you to be gentle, and you utter this….”

Her blushing outcry was endearingly pure.

I gently added my weight, embracing my master’s bare form from above.

As her soft body melded against mine, a captivating scent wafted tantalizingly into my nostrils.

“Thank you for permitting this.”
“…Enough. I didn’t undress to hear that.”

I lightly plant my lips on her upper chest. I began to suckle her soft breasts, as if to draw out her very essence.

-Slurp, s-suck-

“You lascivious brute… Ah.”
“Chup, puha… Do you see, Master?”

Upon withdrawing my lips, a faintly blue imprint remained.

“This is called a kiss mark.”
“… Kiss, Mark? You mean a lipstick stain?”
“Yes. It’s an act of etching a mark, a symbol that you are my woman.”

Cheondo looked at her chest curiously, squinting her eyes. The blush on her nose indicated her lingering embarrassment. It was understandable, considering she had voluntarily undressed. Her body was not yet fully aroused.

“From now on, you are mine. Forever.”
“…….”

I started caressing her body one part at a time.

As my hand moved from her waist, I slowly raised it to grasp her large, ripe breasts.

The voluptuous breasts overflow, exceeding the full grasp of the hand.

“Heuhh…”

A moan slips through the relentless and adhesive caress.

When the slightly swollen nipples are seized and twisted between the index and middle fingers,

“Eh, Ahhhh…”

I perceive the tension in my mentor’s body dissolving, unwinding.

“Why do you only… fondle my breasts so?”

“Do you dislike it?”

“No, but… it’s a bit ticklish. Heuhh!”

She hasn’t developed enough to experience sexual desire yet, and likely has little experience with her breasts being touched.

She’s still naive. She wouldn’t have developed sexual preferences yet.

The mentor before me is a blank canvas, ready to transform as I reach out.

“Please tell me if you dislike it.”

Heaven, her face flushed, simply nods her head in silence.

-Tap Tap.

I stimulate her nipples with my fingernails, unravelling the dance of her undergarments.
My penis, breaking through the barrier of my underwear, slithers onto Heaven’s thigh like a serpent.

“…”

Heaven’s eyes widen in surprise.
It seems she’s not yet accustomed to the sight, no matter how many times she’s seen it.

“What’s the matter?”

“It’s monstrous… How does this… enter a body?”

“Monstrous, you say. It’ll all fit. Especially with someone like you, mentor… With a generous pelvis, it’ll reach the root.”

I had a rough idea from our previous encounter. I’ve long since gauged the depth of her femininity.
One could tell just by observing her wide, childbearing hips and her large, soft buttocks.

“Do all men…?”

“There won’t be anyone as well-endowed as me. It’s befitting, after all, I am a king.”

“…… You’re boasting. How pathetic.”

Indeed, I am boasting.
This is the only thing in my life I can take pride in.

“I wish it was just the size of three fingers less…”

“It would still be of an extraordinary size. You’re inexperienced yet you’re strangely perverted. My dear mentor.”

“Do not mock your mentor.”

While holding onto my mentor’s large thighs, which are making such adorable sounds, I gently pry them apart.
A moment of resistance. A peach blossom, just ripening, about to experience its first bloom, quivers as it unveils itself before my eyes.

It’s still dry. Not a drop of honey to be found.

– Jolt.

The petals, having once already received my touch… quiver in anticipation upon meeting their owner.

“It appears your body already remembers mine, mentor.”

“…… You’re insufferable.”

She curses, yet her face is a deeper shade of red than before.
I didn’t realize I was embarrassing her. I pull my adorable mentor into an embrace, planting a kiss on her cheek.

– Smack.

“I love you, mentor.”

“… Your words are always… out of context. It’s irritating.”

“Even so, I am sincere…”

“I know. And because I know… why else would I let myself be held by you. Uh-“

I kiss her, inserting my tongue. With the hand now freed, I knead her buttocks.

I’ve longed to feel this ample buttocks, covered in stockings, completely.

I tried kneading the flesh to my heart’s content.

“Eh, Chueup… Haa.”

And then, I insert my finger.

With an anus that defied imagination, I dared to touch.

“Ah!”

Day by day, I claimed her firsts as my own.

Her first kiss. Her first encounter. Her first climax. The thought of gradually staining the innocent Heaven with my colors kept the excitement from waning.

“Si-heon…ah.”
“Yes.”

Before I knew it, Heaven was gripping my shoulders, her breath heavy with arousal.

I nuzzled her neck, drinking in her scent.

“Mmm…”

The intoxicating aroma of Heaven, freshly stripped of her virginity. So potent, it made my head spin.

“Don’t…inhale the scent. Don’t you find it repulsive?”
“Why, does Heaven know her own scent?”
“…It’s not that sweet.”
“I like it. Heaven’s scent.”

The scent would keep me awake at night after every training session. But now, I could savor it to my heart’s content.

“Sigh.”
“…Mmm.”

A life of caressing her bottom and nuzzling her neck. Perhaps it’s not so bad.

Sticking to Heaven like a leech, I caressed her over and over again, leaving no inch untouched.

“Sigh… Mmm.”

I fondled her sweat-soaked breasts in my hands, shaking them gently.

– Tap, tap.

Biting her nipples with my teeth.

– Squeeze!

I grasped her hips as if handling delicate laundry. Heaven resisted shallowly with each movement, but she soon surrendered to me, accepting my advances with a gentle grace.

“Mmm…Ah.”

The slightly teasing tone in Heaven’s voice gradually ripened into a seductive melody.

“Heaven…”
“Mmm… Si-heon. What is it?”

Honey began to drip from Heaven’s narrowed vagina, a sign that the foreplay had done its work.

To penetrate her now would be crass. I decided to push Heaven even further.

“Have you ever touched a place like this?”

I pressed down on Heaven’s vagina with my hand, rubbing it gently.

“Uh, Ah… never… not once.”
“You’ve never shown it to anyone. I’m the first, aren’t I?”

Heaven tightened her thighs around my wrist, a sign that the stimulation was becoming difficult to bear.

I straddled Heaven, bringing my throbbing cock to hover above her face.

‘…What will she do?’

It was somewhat crude, but I was curious.

“…Sigh, sigh. Huh? Why are you… bringing it here?”

Heaven tilted her head, a look of confusion on her face as she sought mine. Our eyes met, then she looked back at my erect member.

If she had any sexual knowledge, she would know that I wished for her to take me into her mouth. She would have voiced her opinion… but what would innocent Heaven do?

As I stimulated her waist, Heaven brought her hands to her chest and tentatively brought her lips…

– Sniff, sniff.

Not touching, but inhaling my scent.

“…?”

With a puzzled look, she sought my face once more.

– Sniff, sniff.

Once more, a sniff.

In his naivety, he seems oblivious to the idea of performing with his mouth. The Master, who had merely been inhaling the scent of a cock out of curiosity, pressed his lips together in a blush.

“…What an odd fragrance.”
“Master…!”

His innocence coaxes out the carnal desire.

“Ugh! What, what is this… Ahh!”

Suddenly, grabbing his thigh and stretching it as wide as possible, the once concealed petals were revealed anew.

Could the scent have stirred his excitement even further?

– A prickling sensation.

Visible even to the naked eye, the Master’s vagina was drenched in love juice, crudely closed with the hole gaping open.

The peach has fully ripened.

Running a hand over the slightly swollen clitoris, the Master’s waist made a sudden leap upwards.