🚨 R18/19 Warning: Please note that this translation contains descriptions of non-consensual sexual acts. It is intended for adult readers only. 🚨
Nokhee accepted the bet with the intention of letting him win once or twice. She was so focused on his complaint about the cold that she failed to notice how odd it was for him to want to wear a woman's small garments over his muscular body.
Her pride was unjustly hurt by Kijoon's teasing, and although she didn’t know some of the difficult words or meanings from the scriptures, she had definitely learned to read and write from her adoptive father. Moreover, she was confident in her abilities, especially with the general books Yoon Jucheol had given her, which weren’t difficult scriptures.
Thus, she approached the bet with enthusiasm, but for some reason, she lost every round when Kijoon called out a character. Although the characters weren’t difficult, it had been a long time since she last wrote, and she kept making mistakes by adding or omitting strokes.
In contrast, no matter how hard she searched for even the most difficult characters until her eyes were red, Kijoon flawlessly replicated each one, writing them down exactly as they appeared in the book without a single error.
As the rounds continued, Nokhee found herself nearly naked, while Kijoon wore her small clothes draped awkwardly over his shoulders, looking quite ridiculous. Yet, absorbed in the bet, neither of them noticed the absurdity of their situation.
Suddenly, a cold breeze slipped through the gaps of her thin clothing. Nokhee shivered involuntarily, feeling an inexplicable chill.
Kijoon set the book he was holding down next to Nokhee's writing.
“I won this round too. Please hand over your sokjeoksam (undershirt)."
“How... how can this be..."
“You added an extra stroke."
She was writing the character for ‘eo’ (馭). It was definitely a character she knew well. However, no matter how hard she looked, the book showed four downward strokes, not five.
Nokhee, her face filled with despair and confusion, suddenly glared at Kijoon and erupted in anger.
“...Y-you cheater! You looked at the book and copied it, didn't you? How else could you possibly get every stroke right?"
“You didn't even give me the book during my turn, so how could I possibly cheat?"
“...”
Despite his indifferent expression towards everything, Nokhee quickly found herself at a loss for words in response to the servant's pointed remarks. What he said was true.
Still, her dissatisfaction lingered as she pouted her lower lip. How could he possibly get it right without making a single mistake, especially when she had meticulously searched the book first, calling out only the confusing characters that had many strokes or were similar to one another?
In contrast, she was a fool who got it wrong despite knowing the letters. If she had known it would turn out like this, she would have committed herself to studying diligently instead of neglecting her writing after coming to Hwangju.
But what was done was done. With only the sokjeoksam (undershirt) and the sokchima (underskirt) left, Nokhee asserted her authority to abruptly turn the tables.
"Let's stop. Your master will freeze to death, so just return the clothes you took."
“It's your turn, my lady. Wouldn't it be better to give it one last try and then wrap it up? I might make a mistake this time and lose the bet.”
She didn’t want to take off her undergarments and insisted on stopping the game, but human nature was fickle; when Kijoon casually mentioned it, her ears perked up. However, they had already filled the last remaining sheet of paper with their writings.
“Now that we have no paper to write on, what more can we do?"
"There is another way to write even without paper. Try calling out a character."
“Really? Then..."
Perhaps, being a mythical creature, he had a magical ability to create paper from thin air. So, Nokhee reopened the book she had closed and carefully searched for any difficult characters. Meanwhile, that scoundrel boldly reached out his hand without any regard for boundaries.
“A bet is a bet, so you should give me the clothes first. Surely, you wouldn’t go back on your word, would you?”
“You… you only see me as your superior when it suits you?"
Taken aback, Nokhee broke into a cold sweat and reluctantly turned her body halfway to slowly remove her sokjeoksam (undershirt). However, unlike the boldness with which she had tossed her clothing aside earlier, her hands were moving surprisingly slowly as she loosened the strings of her clothing.
The sun had set, and the library was dark. With only the dim light of the oil lamp on the desk, she couldn't see herself clearly. Besides, they had been naked together in broad daylight, so why did she feel so awkward and embarrassed now?
Since this was the last round anyway, whether Kijoon won or lost, she wouldn’t end up naked as long as her remaining sokchima (underskirt) wasn’t taken. So, she intended to remove it quickly...
'It’s the last one and all, should I just suggest we stop?'
She kept hesitating, feeling that way, when the servant urged her, saying, “You’re not going to back out, are you?” Reluctantly, Nokhee took off her inner garment and handed it over. Ultimately, it was that guy’s competitive spirit that was the problem.
Receiving Nokhee's sokjeoksam (undershirt), Kijoon placed his palm on it to measure its size. With a straight face, he jokingly remarked that it wouldn’t even cover his head, then proceeded to place it on top of his head.
Nokhee wanted to say, “What kind of nonsense is this?” but now, with only her sokchima (underskirt) remaining, her breasts were fully exposed above the loosened ties. Feeling embarrassed, she quickly covered herself with the open book and pretended to search for the character she had memorised.
"The character 'ju' (疇). Write it quickly."
The character 'ju' (疇) had many strokes and was not commonly used, making it difficult to write. It also looked similar to the character 'ju' (躊), which meant hesitation, and Nokhee had a hard time memorising it.
Until now, she had encountered many characters that were difficult to write due to their numerous strokes or because they looked similar, which often caused confusion. Earlier, she had focused on just one of the two issues at a time. However, since this was the last round, she decided to think it through more carefully.
She looked at Kijoon triumphantly, and as expected, he couldn’t write the character right away like before and hesitated.
Finally, she could take off that obnoxious servant’s clothes. Nokhee’s eyes sparkled brightly as she debated whether to remove his top or bottom garment.
At that moment, the servant, who had been motionless with the brush in his hand, suddenly sprang up from his seat, walked around the desk, and came straight towards Nokhee.
"Wh-what..."
Startled by the sudden strange behaviour, she simply stared blankly as the servant stopped abruptly in front of her and suddenly stretched out his arm. To her shock, he brought the brush to her exposed pale breasts in the dim light!
Before she could even register what was happening, he began to paint on her bare skin. The coldness was one thing, but the ticklish sensation of the ink-soaked brush tip grazing her delicate skin sent shivers down her spine with every wicked stroke.
"Huh! Wh-what are you doing? Are you crazy?"
Feeling goosebumps rise all over her body, Nokhee shuddered and then burst out in anger. But that shameless servant dared to respond with a straight face.
"There’s no more paper left, so what else am I supposed to do? I can't write on the clothes, can I?"
"Then don't do it! Why are you smearing ink all over someone else's body?!"
"In that case, my lady, you should also write on my body. But didn't you say we should stop here?"
“Th-this...!”
How could such a shameless scoundrel exist in this world? This was harassment beyond anything Nokhee had even read about in popular novels, so outrageous that she was left breathless, unable to find words, stammering in utter disbelief.
Then, the servant forcefully placed the brush he was holding into her hand, and with a single sweeping gesture, threw her clothing — taken from her earlier — onto the floor. And as if that weren’t enough, despite having correctly written the character “ju” (疇) and not actually losing the bet, he brazenly shrugged off his own single-layer top, baring himself without hesitation.
“Write the character 'gi' (麒) here.”
"Huh... huu, this crazy guy..."
“Come on. Or do you want to call off the bet like this?"
In an instant, the half-naked servant bared his upper body and, patting his broad, muscular chest with a firm slap, began speaking in a tone that was no different from threats.
Despite being utterly taken aback, her mouth hanging open, Nokhee couldn’t keep her eyes from wandering to his well-defined chest and abs, the firm, precise muscles leaving nothing to criticise.
So, with the servant’s hand overlapping her own and gently urging her forward, Nokhee, feigning reluctance, allowed herself to be pulled into tracing the character onto his sun-darkened skin.
But strangely, her lower abdomen began to ache, and her thighs unconsciously pressed together, making her hand tremble. Because of this, her brushstroke veered off course.
Nevertheless, she somehow managed to complete the character 'gi' (麒), but the servant, looking down at it closely, dismissed her effort with ruthless criticism.
“The writing is a complete mess, and the stroke is wrong.”
“Wh-where is it wrong…?"
“Look here. In the middle, there's an extra stroke."
Looking closely at the character the servant pointed out, it wasn't an extra stroke but a shaky line that made it look that way.
Feeling unjustly wronged, she picked up the brush to write again, but at that moment, the servant gave a quick tug to the knot on her skirt string, untying it. Before she could react, the skirt slipped down and dropped to the floor, leaving her in just her sokgot (undergarments), exposed in an instant.
"Oh my gosh! You really...!”
Nokhee threw down the brush and frantically used both hands to cover her chest. But the servant swiftly caught the brush she had discarded and blocked her escape. Standing firmly in her way, he inscribed the character 'gi' (麒) beside the 'ju' (疇) he had already written on her chest.
“My lady, are you unable to even remember the name you personally gave me?”
"Hng...!"
She couldn't stop the brush from grazing the side of her breast, which was partially exposed as she tried to cover her nipples.
Feeling the damp, ticklish sensation below her collarbone, Nokhee trembled like a deer caught in a snare. Finally, when Kijoon stopped writing, she looked down at the character inscribed on her body like a tattoo and made a face as if she was about to cry.
'You fool! It's not the character 'ju' that means field; it's the character 'ju' that means 'beautiful'... Ugh!'”
However, her attempt to correct him was immediately silenced by the servant's kiss.
As his tongue slid into her open mouth, it entwined with hers, sucking and teasing. Nokhee soon found herself breathless and punched Kijoon's shoulders with both fists.
Then, freeing their entwined tongues, he began kissing her chin and followed the line of her neck downwards. The explicit sound of 'chup, chup, chuuu—' echoed through the once-quiet room.
Finally, reaching her breasts, the servant extended his long tongue, licking and biting around the character he had inscribed. No matter how hard she pushed him away, he clung to her like a leech, leaving her with no way to escape.
"Hnng, is this why you suggested this stupid bet?"
“You're only realising that now?"
“Y-you bastard! Lowlife, pervert... Ouch!”
Not wanting to hear her curses, the servant pinched her red, swollen nipple with one hand. The sharp pain brought tears to her eyes, and as if to soothe her, he immediately took her nipple into his warm mouth and sucked hard. Nokhee could only clutch his hair and moan.
"Huu, didn't I tell you before? You have no talent for writing. If you have any talent, it's for this..."
The servant, who had been ravaging both of her breasts one after the other, now went so far as to insult his lady.
“So stop coming to these remote places and doing useless things. If you want to do something, please do it quietly in your room. Save me the trouble of finding you."
“Ah, heug! Y-you insolent bastard, how dare you speak to your lady like that, heuu... Y-you don't know anything about my talents... Ungh!"
“Then see for yourself, my lady."
As if waiting for her angry rebuttal, the bastard forcefully pried Nokhee's tightly closed legs apart and tore away the undergarment that covered her private area.
Then, he spread her plump labia with both thumbs, revealing her already wet and red opening, clearly visible to Nokhee's eyes.
“Look at your pussy twitching and dripping just from writing a few characters."
It was as he said. Her vulva, which she saw for the first time, was indeed soaked in a transparent liquid and gaping like a baby's mouth. The sight was so lewd and shocking that Nokhee screamed and covered her eyes.
But the servant continued to describe the shape of her vulva, and with her hands covering her eyes, she had no way to cover her ears.
“At first, it was tightly closed, and even a finger couldn't enter, but now, after being penetrated by a man, it's already open by a knuckle's length."
"Ugh. Th-that's because yours is so big."
Behind those vulgar words, she heard a wet, slurping sound, 'chup, chup.' Thinking he was sucking on her breasts again, Nokhee quickly removed her hands from her eyes and glanced down. The servant had stuck out his long tongue and was licking the handle of the brush he had taken from her.
“...What are you doing? You're not even a dog."
Our innocent young lady.
With eyes wide open like a rabbit, she asked, and the servant responded not with words but with actions. After sucking on the brush handle like a lollipop and soaking it with saliva, he spat it out. Holding the brush upside down, he placed the tip against her opening.
"Since you have such talent down there, it would be faster for you to write with this than with your hand."
“W-wait, what... Ahhh!"
Shocked by this outrageous act, Nokhee leaned against the chair and hastily tried to lift her upper body, but it was already too late.
Before she could stop him, Kijoon inserted the brush handle. It wasn't as thick as his member, merely the thickness of a finger, and slid smoothly into her already open area.
Before she knew it, the entire brush handle disappeared into her hole, leaving only the black ink-soaked bristles visible in the centre of her red flesh. Seeing this, the servant remarked it looked like a deer's tail, and upon hearing that, Nokhee felt her mind going blank.
For a moment, the servant stood between her spread legs, looking down at the obscene sight. Then, without caring about the ink, he grabbed the bristles with his hand and started pushing and pulling the brush in and out of her.
“Now that I've given you the brush, would you like to write with your lower body?"
"Heu-heung! I-I don't like this. Aheug, I-I hate it!"
The blunt end of the brush handle struck something inside her. Unfamiliar with the sensation, different from fingers or a penis, Nokhee thrashed and shook her head wildly.
“You say you hate it, but you're flooding down there, my lady. At this rate, the brush will be cleaned by your juices."
Kijoon said that, and rather than merely moving the brush back and forth, he pushed it deep inside, stirring in broad, circular motions. By the fifth circle, Nokhee's entire body trembled suddenly, and she reached her peak in a single breath.
“Aheuug, ahhh!"
The servant pushed the brush handle so deep that the bristles were crushed and stuck to her vaginal walls. Transparent fluids gushed out, seeping through the gaps. As a result, Nokhee's outer genitals were smeared with black ink and her own fluids, creating a mess that was unpleasant to look at.
As he watched the scene unfold, Kijoon’s pupils gradually narrowed into sharp, elongated slits, the black receding as a golden-yellow hue surged into his eyes. Unlike usual, his snake-like gaze gleamed fiercely, a slick, almost feverish light shimmering in them, as though madness had taken hold.
His breathing became ragged, and he quickly tore off his lower garments, revealing his two massive, erect penises, already dripping with pre-cum. He pressed them against Nokhee's crotch.
Exhausted and limp, Nokhee couldn't see him. But she felt something large and blunt, radiating heat, pressing against her. She managed to regain her senses and saw that the servant was rubbing his lower penis against her, even though the brush was still inside her.
“What... wait, Kijoon."
A chilling premonition made Nokhee lift her head. Right in front of her was the familiar face of the servant she had seen so many times before. It was definitely Kijoon, yet somehow, he felt strangely unfamiliar.
His snake-like eyes were something she’d often seen when he transformed, but today they seemed disturbingly different. There was a flicker in them, a kind of unrest she had never seen before.
Indeed, in Kijoon's usually cold and unfeeling eyes, there was now inexplicable chaos swirling, resembling the look of those who had transformed into snakes. In short, he looked like a madman.
The head of his penis, persistently rubbing against her vaginal opening, seemed ready to burst in at any moment, prodding and testing the entrance. Nokhee shuddered and tried to push Kijoon away.
“St-stop it... If you're going to do it, at least take the brush out first, Kijoon. Okay?"
“...”
"Didn't I say I don't like this? I don’t want things like this… Ugh!"
But what good would it do to talk to someone who seemed half out of their mind? After rubbing for a while, he let out a heavy breath and forcefully thrust his hips, trying to penetrate the opening right before her eyes.
“A-aheugh..."
Pushing aside the brush that was already lodged inside, his already large penis forced its way in. The sensation of her insides stretching made Nokhee gasp and tense up.
Ignoring the tightening of her entrance, he ruthlessly thrust himself to the hilt, causing her to feel as if she might tear. Not only was she scared of the unfamiliar Kijoon, but the strange sensation and pain below also terrified her. Naturally, Nokhee burst into tears and hit his forearm.
"Heug, It hurts, you bastard! Take it out, take it out..."
“...Haa, my lady."
“Take it out! I said take it out, you bastard! Hnghh.”
Despite her struggles, he didn’t budge, intent on forcing himself in. However, upon hearing Nokhee’s cries, he suddenly came to his senses. The madness in his eyes faded, replaced by genuine shock. Startled by his actions, Nokhee continued to cry, hitting his forearm in desperation.
"D-don't cry, my lady.”
Kijoon, now seemingly back to his senses, looked visibly flustered. Amidst it all, she realised she had never seen such an expression on him before, but the absurdity of having both the brush and his penis inside her at the same time was overwhelming, and her tears wouldn't stop flowing.
As Kijoon gently wiped her tears, his tender touch only deepened her sense of despair.
“Ki-Kijoon, if we’re going to have sex, do it gently. Why are you being so cruel today? Huh?"
Nokhee sniffled in resentment, causing Kijoon to flinch. After a moment of hesitating and nibbling on his lips, he finally spoke.
“Earlier, when you weren’t in your room, I...”
“...”
"I think I'm in heat."
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