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Jang Uk is staring at her. Mudeok knows this — can feel his accusatory gaze burning holes straight into the side of her face. She chooses to ignore this, though, and focuses on patting his hand — a bright, blistering red — wet with cold water instead. It’s the least she can do, she supposes.
“The heat in your arm is gone,” she tells him, letting his hand drop from between hers. She turns her back on him — still avoiding — and wrings the rag over the water bucket. “You’re fine; you just need to rest.”
“Don’t lie to me,” Uk demands, suddenly.
Mudeok’s movements stop at the tone, tongue swiping across her teeth. Here we go, she thinks. Jang Uk and all his feelings. She rolls her neck to look up at him, lips twisted.
“Everything Master Lee said was true, right?” He asks. “But then again, when I die of poison, or I’m flogged to death, or I’m stabbed, or my arm explodes into millions of pieces — my merciless master will never worry about her pupil, right?”
She doesn’t know why the betrayal in his voice affects her so much. There’s no way for her to explain the situation — no way for her to make him understand. He’s fine with the Naksu thing, sure. But the rest? Uk couldn’t be that understanding. And Mudeok would really hate to have to kill him. He’s too pretty.
“Right, I’m not worried,” She grabs the water bucket as she stands, “Because you have so much luck, don’t you?” True. She turns away from him again, heads across the room to the table. “And you’re competent.” True, again, even if it's not the full truth.
“Wow, would you look at that?” Uk huffs a humorless laugh. “You really are an excellent liar, too, aren’t you?”
Mudeok pulls in a deep breath to keep herself calm, eyes already rolling as she tosses the rag hard against the table, Turning, she says, “I’m only trying to not dampen your mood.”
“Ah, thank you so much,” His words drip with sarcasm as he stands, “my very cruel, yet caring master.” Uk moves towards her, voice raising, turning incredulous, “But you should never come close to me when I’m holding a sword. You almost got stabbed back there.”
Standing this close, Mudeok has to tilt her head up to look at him. “I only stood there because I was waiting for you to control your energy before it was too late.” She pauses. “I was trying not to interfere.”
“Don’t do that. I’m just — worried about you so much.”
She can’t help the taken aback look that flashes across her face. Something in her chest warms in a way she was once familiar with. She looks away, unable to continue looking up at him, feet shifting uncomfortably.
“Consider it like the warm feelings of a mother bird who is worried about her egg cracking,” Uk explains quickly, cheeks pink as he waves his hand around, “You know?”
“Stop it,” She snaps before he can continue. Her own cheeks feel rather warm and she prays Uk doesn’t take notice. Clearing her throat, Mudeok informs him, “It would take more than that. I could have dodged it.”
Uk’s eyes narrow as his head tilts. “Huh, and why didn’t you? I was really fast back there — how could you have dodged it?”
“You are not as fast as you think,” Her lips shrug, shoulders following the movement carelessly.
“You’re such a —,” Uk’s hand comes up before Mudeok’s brain can even process the movement, and then his fingers are spread, stabbing her in the eyes.
Tears spring to her eyes immediately. Her jaw juts out in anger as a noise of surprise leaves her looks. If looks could kill, the one she shoots up at Uk would have him lying along the ocean floor.
“See how fast I am?” He taunts her, amused. His lips quirk and Mudeok imagines reaching out and smacking it off his stupid face. “You couldn’t dodge that at all.”
“Because you did it without warning!” Mudeok snaps, voice rising. She uses her knuckles to wipe her tears away.
Uk’s lips spread wider, and he nods. “Really? Then this time, I'll warn you in advance — Mudeokie, your eyes —,”
Her hand flys up before his can, covering her eyes. But then she feels his knuckles brush her lips before her nose explodes with pain from the flick of his finger. “You — ,” She starts, whipping her hand away. She looks him up and down, teeth grinding. “You bastard.”
He laughs, shaking his head. “I can’t believe you still fell for that,” He clicks his tongue at Mudeok before moving to step around her.
Mudeok is quick though, and tired of his antics. She whips around and grabs him by the lapels of his robes, yanks him close with all the force she has in this dumb, weak, human body. “Why don’t you try that again?” She tests, eyesbrows raising.
Uk’s expression of surprise changes as he stares down at her. Mudeok can’t quite place it, but it puts her body on edge. “Really? From this close?”
“Try me.”
His eyes roam her face, catch on her eyes. “Mudeok,” He says, and his voice has gone softer, deeper, “the blue mark in your eye is barely visible. It’s pretty.”
Again, that warm feeling in her chest ignites. It makes her uncomfortable, makes her want to rub against the spot until it's gone. His words — she doesn’t know why they get to her, the way they do. It’s not good — not smart. The grip she has on his robes slackens.
“And you should not say things like ‘try me’ when you’re standing this close to another person.” He motions to the distance, or the lack thereof, between them. “If you say ‘try me’ like this, do you really think I’d poke your eyes?”
Mudeok’s rips her hands away, let’s them drop to her sides with a thud against her thighs as her whole body warming at his words.
“Ah,” Uk hums, “I see you're not a fool after all, my master.” He sucks a breath through his teeth, hands coming up to rub together as he continues, “But when it comes to this kind of thing, should I be your master?”
Her lips press into a hard line as her cheeks flood with blood. She looks up at Uk, eyes hard, and takes a step toward him. His smile drops at the look on her face and he scrambles back, tripping over his own feet and landing on the bench behind him. Mudeok follows. She’s inexperienced, but she’s not dumb, and she wasn’t sheltered. She’s seen how these things begin.
She places a hand on his shoulder as she moves closer, slides it up to rest on the nape of his neck. “Jang Uk,” she says, her voice going sickly sweet. He tenses beneath her touch, eyes wide as they look up at her. “You must think that because I lived alone in a place like this, I’m very naive.” She smiles as he stumbles to respond, and cuts him off, “I have so much to teach you. Lots of things.”
“Oh?” His tongue wets his lips. “Like what? Show me, then.”
Her hand flys up, but Uk catches it, circes his fingers around her wrist and yanks. Mudeok stumbles forward in surprise, knees knocking against Uk’s. He smirks up at her, head tilting to the side. “You know what I think, Mudeokie?” He asks softly. “I think you are naive when it comes to this. I think I could show you a lot of things.”
Mudeok’s lips part, but she can’t form any words. This close to him, she’s kind of dazed. Isn’t quite sure what to say. Can’t work up the effort to push him away. Can’t ignore the faint thrumming between her legs.
“I can, you know,” Uk says, and the fingers circling her wrist loosen, begin to trail her arm, pushing the fabric up and out of the way as he goes higher. “It’s the least I could do,” his words mirror her thoughts from before, “All you have to do is say so, my master.”
It’s the honorific that does it for her. She shoots down, presses her lips against Uk’s. His lips part, shocked, but only for a moment. His knee spreads, and he uses the hold on her arm to drag her between them. She’d kissed him with closed lips, but he parts hers easily, tongue poking out to break apart her lips. Her fingers tighten in the fabric at Uk’s shoulder as his tongue swipes across hers, wet and warm.
Uk’s free hand lands on her back, slides up to the space between her shoulder blades and pushes down, pushes her closer, pushes her right up against his hard chest. She gasps against his mouth and Uk takes advantage, turns his head and deepens the kiss.
This is her first kiss, but she’s not in the right mind to think about it.
Mudeok pulls away first, throwing her head back, mouth hanging open as she pulls in air. Her lips feel tingly and warm. She wants to reach up and touch them, but doesn’t want Uk to catch her doing it. Pressed as close as she is against him, there’s not a chance he wouldn’t. When she looks back down at him, he’s already looking up at her.
“Okay,” she says, “what’s next?”
Later, probably, she will regret this. But her body has started to heat. And that faint thrumming between her legs is getting less and less faint.
Uk lets out a puff of laughter, eyebrows rising as his lips spread into a grin. It lasts for half a second before he’s flying up at her. His lips smash into hers the same time his body does, arms wrapping tight around her to keep her from falling over as he pushes her backwards. She stumbles with him, arms hooking around his neck, her fingers weaving through his hair, pulling at the long, soft strands.
Her legs smack the wood of the bed frame, and then the breath leaves her body as Uk’s hands find her shoulders and shove her back. Mudeok leans up on her elbows, mouth already open to curse him but cuts off in surprise once again as Uk’s hands grab her hips and lift her, tossing her further up. Her back slams against the bed as her elbows are forced from beneath her.
I’ll kill him, she thinks, already moving to sit up.
But then he climbs on top of her, ducking his head low to recapture her lips. She returns the kiss immediately, her head tilting higher, neck straining. She lets him lead her back down, his hands flat on either side of her head. She wonders if Uk can feel the racing of her heart.
Uk’s hand moves to curl around Mudeok’s jaw, thumb pressing into her cheek as he angles her head higher. His teeth sink into her bottom lip and tug hard before he pulls it into his mouth, suckles on it, soothes it with a stroke of his tongue. He lets it drop from his mouth with a lewd, wet pop before his mouth moves down her jaw, traces the line of her neck with dragging teeth. The hand holding her face moves her head to the side, gives himself more room to bite and lick at her.
Had this been any other situation, she would have struck him for handling her so roughly — for forcing her movements. At the moment, though, she can do nothing but arch her neck higher — push his mouth closer, harder with the hand she has in his hair. His hand slides down the span of her neck, folding around the collar of her robe and pulling it to the side, exposing skin. His mouth finds a spot on the base of her throat and she gasps as he begins to suck on the sensitive skin, fingers fisting as his tongue circles.
The thrumming between her legs is impossible to ignore, now, with Uk’s mouth all over her. Her hole clenches and unclenches, wetness dripping down her crack, wetting her ass. Mudeok has never so badly wanted to touch herself as she does when Uk’s hips drop down on her, the hard member in his pants pressing against her belly, right above where she so badly needs to be touched. She moans, hips bucking before she can stop herself.
“Uk —,” she starts, stops — shocked by the high pitch her voice has taken on. The neediness in it.
Uk grins against her collarbone. He rises back up on his hands, hanging over her. His lips are wet and puffy. Uk shifts lower, lines his cock up with the slight spread of her thighs, and rolls his hips against her. He glances up at her as her hips jump up to meet his, lips spread in a hazy smile.
“Does it feel good, Mudeokie?” He asks her, followed once again by the slow, hard roll of his hips against her. “I can make you feel so good,” another roll of his hips, “all you have to do is ask.” Each roll brings his cock closer, presses it right up against her, leaving no space in between. The base of his cock presses right above her throbbing nub, and she wishes so badly to spread her legs apart and let him rub against it.
Her hips begin to move, thighs spreading as wide as they can, trapped between Uk’s knees.
All those late nights spent spying on men, waiting and waiting as she begged the stars for them to finish up with their women quickly so she could get on with her own job — she’d never imagined what it felt like. Not truly. She’d thought the women were clearly being dramatic with all their moaning and shouting and begging; figured they were overacting for the sake of whichever man they were entertaining that night. Mudeok hadn’t imagined any of it real. The few times she had touched herself had never brought such reactions out of her.
Oh, but now Mudeok understood.
“Jang Uk —,” she chokes out through her panting, mouth dry. She’s not sure how to finish. She’s never felt so out of her element. She’s never felt so brainless.
“Go on,” Uk teases, “just ask. That’s all I need to hear.”
Mudeok scowls up at him, teeth biting down on the inside of her cheeks, jaw tight. Uk’s eyes light up at her expression, his smile coy. He motions for her to continue and Mudeok has never hated this mortal body more than she does in this moment. She would kick Uk’s knees right out from under him if she was back in her body. She’d climb on top of him and pin him down. And then what? Kiss him? Kill him?
His hips stop. She tries to keep hers going but she’s not in the right position, not at the right angle to rub against him. Mudeok opens her mouth to complain — ask him why the hell he stopped — tell him to continue, but he lifts an eyebrow at her, head slanted, in a way that tells Mudeok she won’t be getting what she wants without a little give in return.
She’s definitely killing him later.
“Please,” she spits, voice strained.
Uk motions with his hand for her to continue. But he starts to move, easing his way down the bed towards her bare feet, crawling backwards on hands and knees.
“Please,” she tries again, and it comes out a whine this time. She doesn’t even care. “Jang Uk, please make me feel good.”
“Anything for you, master,” he responds.
There it is again — master. Her hole clenches at the word. Uk reaches for the string of her robe and she’s suddenly too hot and too cold. Too aware of her body and how it reacts to his hands, his lips — him. Her hand flys up, grabs his wrist before he pulls the tie loose.
He stills but doesn’t pull his hand away. “If you’re too nervous, we don’t have to.”
But he knows what to say to her. It’s sickening how well he knows.
Mudeok’s jaw juts out. “Go on, then.”
He pulls the string and the robe loosens. Mudeok sits up, lets the sleeves fall down her shoulders as she holds the fabric over her breasts. Her eyes are on Uk’s face, but it seems he’s taken this moment to study the design on the bedding.
“Jang Uk,” she says, “how many women have you been with?”
He startles, eyes shooting up to meet hers as a huff of laughter escapes his lips. “Enough. Why? Jealous? You don’t have to be worried —,”
Mudeok scoffs loudly, cutting him off. Eyes rolling, she says, “You wish. I was just making sure my first time wasn’t going to be ruined by the likes of you.”
Uk throws his head back in a fit of laughter, hands coming together in a loud clap.
When he looks back down at her, Mudeok has let the robe fall away. Her nipples stand hard in the cold air of the cabin, goosebumps blossoming across her chest. Her skin heats as the words Uk were going to say get caught in his throat, his eyes roaming over her exposed skin. His tongue escapes, swipes across his lips in a slow movement.
Mudeok can’t stop the smirk. If she knows one thing, it’s that she’s very nice to look at. An incomparable beauty, really, if she was being wholly truthful and big headed.
She leans back on the palms of her hands, arches her back just the slightest so her breast push forward. She wishes she could see herself. Maybe Uk could make that happen, as wealthy as he is. She’s sure he can afford a big, large mirror. He probably already has one.
“Jang Uk,” she calls again, and his gaze flies up to meet hers. “Are you just going to sit there? Do something.”
For a moment, he blinks down at her. And then he grabs her ankles, yanks her legs apart painfully. Like before, his mouth comes down on her as quick as lightning. She’s ready for him this time, though, lips already parted. She shoves her tongue in first as the force of his body slams her back into the bed. She runs it over his teeth, his cheeks, wraps it around and massages his tongue.
Uk lets her explore his mouth as he explores her newly exposed skin with his large, warm hands. They wrap around her waist, long fingers nearly brushing against each other on her back. Her stomach caves as his thumbs push into her, drifting from the jut of her hip to the curve of her rib cage. Up his hands slide, gliding over her smooth skin. He doesn’t hesitate when he reaches her breasts, hands forming soft but firm fists around them and squeezes, her nipples pinched between his tight fingers.
Mudeok’s back comes off the bed, arching up into Uk’s touch. A moan spills from her mouth right into his and he pulls away, grinning down at her smugly. He scoots down, replacing one of his hands with his mouth, lips wrapping around her nipple and sucking it into his mouth. He flicks his tongue out, matches the movement with his fingers on her other nipple. His teeth nip and tug, fingers twisting and rolling.
“You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do this,” Uk lets out a low moan against her nipple, air hot against the wetness he’s left there. He works her breast the same way he worked her mouth — demanding, greedy; like he can’t get enough.
She has to squeeze her eyes shut as a wave of pleasure rolls through her body as a response to his words. Her legs come up to clamp around his waist, pulling Uk closer until she can feel the hard line of his cock pressing up against her wet, wanting core through their bottoms. Her breath hitches at the heat of him, at the way his hips start a slow, steady grind. Her hips move to meet his shamelessly, needily.
She’s overwhelmed by him. All her mind and body knows is him. Her mind chants his name like it’s the only thing she knows. Her body reacts to his every touch, flames igniting beneath her skin with every brush of his hand, every wet press of his lips.
Uk pulls away from her breast, slides his tongue down the line of her stomach as his body shifts lower. He follows the path of her waistband to her hip, and then back up the curve of her side. Her body squirms, hips bucking up against his chest, and she feels the ghost of his smile as she follows the same path across and up her other hip. His mouth stops over her bellybutton, where he lands open-mouthed, tongue pushing in, swirling around.
His hands find the hips, fingers curling over the waistband of her bottoms. He pulls them down just a inch, trails sloppy, wet kisses across the exposed skin. Mudeok’s whole body sings with anticipation. Uk lets go of the band, slides his hands up her thighs to knees where they wind around his waist. She lets him unwind her, follows his lead as he guides her to bend her knees and plant her feet against the bedding.
He’s never looked prettier than now, kneeling between her legs, eyes dark, lips puffy, chest rising and falling heavily. Cock hard, pushing against his pants. For her. His master.
He doesn’t stay that way for long. He reclaims his grip on her bottoms, yanks the layers up her thighs and over her knees. She lifts her feet, pulls her legs back so he can pull them over her calves and past her ankles before tossing them over his head. Her lips part in a silent oh as the cool air brushes over her thighs, her core — dripping, shining, covering her ass and the crease of her thighs. Her hole squeezes at the open air, at the way Uk’s eyes roam over every inch of her, taking her in.
Uk’s throat bobs. “Pretty,” he croaks out, glancing up at her and then away just as fast.
Mudeok’s cheeks warm. That warm, fluttery feeling from before returns at his compliment. She raises her chin proudly, “I know.”
Uk snorts and drops to his stomach. He brings his face so close to her soaked hole that she can feel his breath as it leaves his gaped lips. He doesn’t give her a warning. His tongue laps out at her clit, lips latching around it and pulling it into his mouth, cheeks hollowing as he sucks. Mudeok can’t help the shout that leaves her lips, can’t help the way her body attempts to curl itself around Uk. His tongue is wet, warm, insistent as it flicks against her inside his mouth.
It’s a whole new feeling, Uk’s mouth down there. Her every breath is a gasp of air, every word a broken off plea for more. Her hand finds his hair, urging him forward and closer with the grip it makes in the strands. Her hips move on their own accord, lifting and grinding up against the feeling of Uk’s hard tongue. He lets her nub go with a loud pop, places one last kiss against it before he moves down, separating her folds with the tip of his tongue. He hits her hole and his tongue dips in, circling before pulling back out. It leaves Mudeok choked, her hole leaking, contracting around nothing.
Uk’s tongue flattens, squiggles a pattern up towards her nub, spreading her lips apart wide, soaking up every bit of her wetness on his tongue. His mouth follows the movements of her gyrating hips — licking, sucking, flicking, tongue dipping in and supping up her juices. He eats her up the same way he’d kissed her lips, dirty and skillful. And when she’s nothing left but shaking legs and airy sounds, he slides a long, bony finger deep inside her.
Mudeok feels like she must be on fire. She just can’t see it because every single ounce of her is focused on Uk and the way his mouth and finger work against her. Her legs close around his head tightly, fingernails scratching at his head as he swirls his finger around inside her. “Uk,” she breathes out — can’t help it — and he hums against her core. “Please,” she begs him.
Two fingers join the first, the three of them pumping into her as his lips wrap around her nub again. She’s a trembling mess beneath him, body racking. The heat in her core has turned into a burning, blinding coldness that’s too much — toomuchtoomuchtoomuch her mind yells. Her stomach tightens, tensing. Her toes curl into the bedding. She tightens around his fingers, trying to keep them from moving. Oh, she thinks numbly, dizzily, this must be it.
It feels as though he rips his fingers from inside her body, the way she’s left empty so suddenly, so shockingly. The whine that leaves her mouth is unlike any sound she’s heard herself make before. His mouth pulls off her and he knocks his head against her thighs before she lets them drop to the bed, defeated. Uk gazes up at her from his spot between his legs, his face moist and shining in the light. He looks wrecked. His tongue comes out, makes a big, fat circle around his lips before disappearing.
“Look at you,” he says, amused, pleased, lips smug. He doesn’t bother giving her time to respond, pushes against the bed with his hands so he’s sitting up on his knees again, looking down on. “Get on your hands and knees, Mudeokie.”
Mudeok doesn’t think she has the energy — not in this body. But Uk grabs her hips, helps her flip over onto her stomach. He guides her up onto her knees, and her ass out into the air. Her fingers curl against the bedding, waiting, as he shuffles around behind her. She’s never felt more exposed. She thinks she may like it, this feeling.
She’s starting to get antsy when she hears him right behind her, bare legs brushing against hers as she moves into position. And then the gentle press of his cock against her hole, not quite pushing in.
“It may hurt,” Uk warns from behind, and then he pushes in. Just slightly. Just the head. The stretch of her around his head has her arms weakening, body tensing.
Mudeok huffs, “I can handle it. Come on.”
His hands curl around her hips, fingers digging into the bone, and rolls his hips forward. Mudeok has to grind her teeth, press her lips together in a hard line to keep from yelling out as he stretches her. It does hurt. But she can take it. His hips pull back, and then swivel forward again, pushing in deeper. Her hole squelches around his width, disgustingly loud. He works her open slowly, pulling out and pushing in further with each roll of his hips. His cock is so much wider than his fingers, filling her to the brim, stretching her in a painful, head-spinning kind of way.
She begins to push back against him as she loosens, as the pain begins to turn into numbing, mind blowing pleasure. It’s the only sign Uk needs apparently, if the curve of his lips is anything to go by.
“Does it feel good, Mudeokie?”
Uk’s hips swivel once, twice, before he pulls out to the tip. He teases her entrance, traces her hole with the tip of his dick. And then he rocks himself forward in deep, shallow thrust, hips smacking loudly against her ass. The deep, raspy groan Uk lets out sends shivers down her spine. Her own lips pop open, her lungs vying for air.
His hand slips down her thighs, pulls her leg further away, gives himself more room to work. Each huff of air that leaves his lips feels like a finger trailing down stomach. Each brush of his hands reminds her of his fingers on her nipple. Each grunt reminds her of his mouth wrapped around her nub.
That too-hot-too-cold feeling is building up in her core again. Her legs tremble, struggling to hold her upright. Her arms fall from beneath her but Uk doesn’t care, doesn’t stop or falter. He pulls her hips up with his hands, his own hips picking up speed. Yesyesyespleasefasteryesyes, her mind chants over and over. She may be saying it out loud, but there’s a roaring in her ears that keeps her from knowing.
Mudeok finishes with a shout, body rocking, boneless, tears building up and spilling over her cheeks. Uk pulls out and she crumbles against the bed. She could stay like this forever. Dazed. Blissed. Fucked — for the very first time.
It’s not long until Uk is letting out a choked cry from behind her. Her eyes fly open as her back and legs are covered in his spunk.
Oh, he must really want to die.
Uk lands with a thump beside her, one of his long, muscled legs thrown over hers, head resting on his palm as he leans over her, grinning. “So?”
“Wipe me off right now or I’m going to stab you in your sleep.”
He laughs, raspy and a little breathless. “You wouldn’t dare. Not after this.”
Mudeok pounces. She may not be in her old body, but skill doesn’t leave you the way instinct down. She throws herself out him, slamming him back against the bed, pressing her naked body against his with a hand at his throat. His eyes widen as she pushes his head back, straining his neck as he’d done to her before. Her lips quirk when she feels the jump of his cock.
She tightens the hold on his throat, bringing her face close enough to brush his nose with hers. “Don’t overestimate yourself.”
He could overtake her, could shove her off and pin her down. But he won’t. He doesn’t. Because she was Mudeok, and Mudeok was his master. He’d take a sword in the chest if she told him to.