Hwon’s lips stiffened, and his expression turned rigid. For a fleeting moment, his mood soured completely, yet for some reason, he neither seized his slave girl by the hair nor slapped her as he had earlier. Hwon swiftly composed his expression and changed the subject.

“Enough. What amusement is there in continuing to discuss the past? More importantly……”

“……”

“……Sehwa. I have a question for you.”

A gentle hand lifted Sehwa’s chin. She raised her head as her master directed. Hwon stared into her vacant eyes as though he might gouge them out, then spoke.

“A slave girl who warms her master’s bed should stay close to him, shouldn’t she? That way, when the mistress grows weary from caring for the baby, you might have an opportunity to care for him in her place.” Hmm? Am I wrong?”

It was a threat and a temptation that Sehwa could not possibly resist. Anguish and desperate longing returned to her lifeless eyes. Trembling, she reached out with one pale hand and grasped the hem of Hwon’s trousers. The instant her fingers touched him, Hwon slowly exhaled and the tension left his body. Only his hand tightened, the tendons beneath his skin standing out sharply.

Sehwa slowly moved her hand from the hem of his trousers towards his knee. Then, noticing something, she suddenly froze. When Hwon realized that her gaze had fallen below his waist, a teasing smile curved his lips.

“Have you already forgotten how to attend to me? You cannot even help your master undress properly……”

He removed the long outer robe he was wearing and teased Sehwa lightly. Embroidered with silver thread on a black background, the robe was neither ostentatious nor understated — simply elegant and luxurious.

The discarded robe slid to the floor with the smooth, distinctive sound of silk.

Thud.

Even at that faint sound, Sehwa flinched in surprise. Finding her resemblance to a fragile animal about to be hunted deeply enticing, Hwon licked his lower lip and narrowed his eyes.

“Then again, you spent nearly three months without your master. It is understandable that you have grown dull-witted. I shall have to teach you again.”

After studying Sehwa as though he intended to devour her, he reached for the sword resting beside him and lifted it, sheath and all. Then he abruptly slipped the long object beneath the collar descending from her shoulder toward her chest.

“Ah!”

Shivering at the cold sensation on her bare skin, Sehwa brought a hand to her chest. However, she could not stop the object that had already penetrated her clothing, prodding her bound br*asts beneath the fabric. The uneven ornamentation at the end of the scabbard teased the fabric-covered curves before tapping between them.

“P-please stop…”

Sehwa’s eyes began to glisten once more as she was toyed with using the object. Shame and humiliation were plainly etched across her pale face. Nevertheless, Hwon did not stop. Instead, he smirked and dragged the sword sideways.

Despite being tightly bound, Sehwa’s br*asts were large enough to be a pleasing sight. Was it because she had given birth? Breathing heavily and staring at her lecherously, Hwon brought the sword to her cleavage. He pressed it into the deep hollow and moved his hand up and down.

Because the cloth had been wrapped so tightly, initially only a small part of the scabbard could slip between her br*asts. After moving it up and down more than a dozen times, however, a gap opened. Eventually, there was just enough room for the sword to squeeze between the layers of binding cloth. Hwon began to rub insistently against the opening he had created.

“Please…… Please stop.”

“Be quiet. You’re making too much noise.”

Sehwa pleaded as the friction continued. Hwon ignored her and continued to move his hand. He kept going until the cloth tore with a sharp rip, loosening the fabric covering her chest and causing it to fall away.

Sehwa hurriedly gathered the folds of her clothing together to cover her bare br*asts. Hwon immediately slapped her hands aside. He then moved the sword sideways in a circling motion.

It seemed to slip beneath her collar once more before gliding towards her shoulder. When Hwon applied pressure, her top was pulled backwards and slipped off. The sash around her waist stopped it from falling to the floor, leaving her upper body fully exposed.

“You had better remain as you are.”

Half-n*ked, Sehwa fumbled to put her clothes back on, but his irritated voice stopped her. Unable to defy her master’s command, she covered her br*asts with her bare arms as tears streamed down her face. The sight made Hwon bark at her without concealing his annoyance.

“Move your hands. I undressed you for my viewing pleasure, yet you still dare to be insolent.”

Hunching her shoulders, Sehwa attempted to resist his order. But when their eyes met, she had no choice but to lower her arms.

As her slender arms fell limply, her br*asts were exposed. Her full, shapely chest and narrow waist accentuated each other. Hwon’s eyes gleamed as they followed the curves flowing like a winding river.

“……Merely looking would be a waste. Come closer.”

After hesitating, Sehwa shuffled toward Hwon on her knees. He spread his legs and pulled her closer. Looking down at her tear-filled face and the heavy curves of her pale br*asts, he ordered,

“Raise yourself on your knees and press your br*asts together. It has been a long time, so I intend to enjoy myself.”

Her trembling hands lifted both br*asts and pressed them together. Hwon pinched the n*pples now drawn close with the index and middle fingers of his left hand, then pulled. Beads of white milk emerged and dripped onto his hand as the flesh distorted beneath his grasp.

“This room is warm. My clothes are becoming cumbersome.”

Hwon withdrew his hand and licked the milk from his fingers as he spoke. Understanding what he meant, Sehwa lowered her head and stood up. Still half-n*ked, she loosened his sash and removed his upper garments one by one. Even as his bare skin was exposed, Hwon showed no trace of embarrassment; his gaze roamed hungrily over his slave girl’s pale body.

Sehwa’s hands moved slowly. Irritated by the long wait, Hwon’s expression soured. Now half-n*ked like her, he frowned at the blood gathering below his waist and jerked his chin towards her.

She knew perfectly well what that silent gesture meant. Although her body trembled violently, she pretended not to understand, remaining on her knees with her gaze lowered. She feared the violence that would follow, yet she could not bring herself to obey him any further. There was something she feared even more than being repeatedly slapped. It was concealed beneath the man’s lower garments.

“You know what you must do, yet you idly pretend otherwise. How insolent. A beating is the best medicine for a disobedient slave girl.”

Slap.

His hand struck her cheek with greater force than before.

“Ah!”

The blow rattled her skull and left her mind reeling. This time, Sehwa could not suppress her scream.

But the man showed her no mercy. He glared fiercely at Sehwa, who had collapsed onto her side, and issued an icy command.

“If you have come to your senses, move. Depending on how well you perform, I may have the child brought here.”

At the mention of her child, Sehwa sat up straight. She swiftly undid the cord holding Hwon’s trousers in place with her small hands. As the loosened garment slipped down, his heated flesh sprang free, as if waiting for this moment, and pressed against his lower abdomen. Without hesitation, Sehwa gathered her br*asts together and placed his manhood between them.

The enormous organ, resembling a club, was already leaking fl*id from its tip. As it repeatedly brushed against her chin, Sehwa raised her head and began moving her hands. Soon, the room was filled with obscene, wet sounds.

“Phew…… What a magnificent sight. Most pleasing.”

His l*st-filled voice reverberated in a low murmur. Sehwa bit down hard inside her mouth, suppressing her revulsion. Yet even then, she did not stop moving her hands.

The pressure of her hands and his manhood crushing her br*asts caused them to release the milk trapped inside. What had initially fallen in droplets soon streamed downward in thin lines. With a cruel laugh, Hwon scraped his nail across Sehwa’s left n*pple.

“Ah……!”

Unable to endure it, Sehwa let out a m*an. Hwon pressed the milk-coated fingers of his right hand against her furrowed brow and said,

“Choosing not to use you as the child’s wet nurse was indeed the correct decision. Otherwise, I would never have witnessed such a spectacle.”

Meanwhile, his left hand had begun tormenting Sehwa’s right n*pple. It released the white liquid with even greater force. The distinct scent of br*ast milk tickled Hwon’s nose as it flowed freely.

“It…… It hurts. Please stop……”

As though her plea excited him further, Hwon pressed, pinched, and twisted Sehwa’s n*pples however he pleased. Unable to withstand the pain, Sehwa begged him to stop. Hwon ignored her and spoke only of what interested him.

“I suddenly find myself curious. Who expressed your milk while I was away? Leaving it alone must have caused you considerable pain.”

“Ahh……”

“Answer me properly.”

“I-I did it myself.”

“……Where?”

“Alone in my quarters……”

“Where else?”

“In the b-bathhouse…… Ah.”

Despite her obedient responses, he only tightened his grip further. Tears streamed down her pale face, indicating the pain she was in. Eventually, Sehwa pulled away and took Hwon’s hand.

Only then did Hwon stop tormenting her.

But the reprieve was brief. He soon began fondling her br*asts once more. The only difference was that, rather than touching her n*pples as before, he now gripped her entire br*ast.