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🕑 Added 2025-08-30 19:28:19 +0000 UTCEP.210 As Wholesome as a Mountaineering Club 3
Cheon Hana stood to one side of the platform set up in the restaurant, staring blankly.
“Learning how to earn the Young Master’s affection? Do you not realize how arrogant that sounds? If you’re a hole, act like a hole just tighten your pussy properly.”
“You ask me to teach pussy training? Let me warn you don’t waste time toughening yourself with masturbation or dildos. Do nothing. Wait a year, even ten years if you must, until the Young Master comes to you. Then, as a desperate, overstimulated cunt, climax instantly.”
“My, my… You women are as naïve as schoolgirls. To dream you might monopolize the Young Master… laughable. It seems you’ll need steady instruction. I will continue to hold sessions such as this, and I expect every one of you to attend.”
This meeting had not been arranged for that purpose. It was meant as a rare chance, snatched from busy days, for them to prepare for a brighter tomorrow each hoping to find her place in Jihan’s paradise of flesh.
But Francesca, this succubus, answered every question with aggressive finality.
And though her replies came across as smug and patronizing…
The women gathered below gushed in awe, thrilled to meet the Master’s “true wife.” To them, her every word was wondrous.
Naturally Francesca swelled with pride.
“Kegel exercises whoever invented them deserves a statue. They not only work, but can be practiced anytime, anywhere. In fact, I am performing them right…”
“Francesca?”
“…What?”
When her lecture was interrupted, she snapped her gaze to Cheon Hana.
Though Hana knew Francesca had every right to treat her so, she still felt wounded. But, as a slave herself, she could hardly oppose her Master’s woman.
She bowed her head humbly.
“Your instruction is valuable, Francesca. But there are still matters we have not discussed. The large-scale expedition, for instance…”
“Mmm. You’re right. I got carried away by all the enthusiasm to improve.”
Francesca admitted fault easily, yielding the floor.
Hana seized the chance to continue quickly.
“As some of you know, we are soon to dispatch a large investigation force outside Munyeosan. The Shaman has ordered it to track down the succubi stronghold. I have been appointed commander.”
She carried on without pause.
“And so, I seek your help. The team will be fifty in total. Of those, forty I may select at my discretion from among you gathered here.”
And with a faint smile she added:
“Any who join us will earn the Master’s special notice. I urge you all to participate.”
Every hand shot high at once.
Many looked ready to shout and plead to be chosen. But though all were equal as Master’s women, even piss has levels, even filth has surface.
Hierarchy would always exist. And Hana she was the supreme slave of all.
She was even of director rank. So the women kept silent, raising shining eyes instead of voices.
Hana smiled at their fervor, Francesca nodding as if proud.
“First, I must exclude Lady Cheon Seung-ah of the salon her shop cannot be left unattended. Likewise, any who lack replacements may not go.”
Many lowered their hands, disappointed.
Hana continued whittling down candidates until at last, forty were chosen for the great endeavor.
Some wept with joy, others with grief.
Francesca comforted the latter.
“Do not mourn remaining here. I will make you the finest slaves yet.”
Strangely, even those who despaired a moment ago brightened at her promise.
Seung-ah felt the same.
“Succubus training…”
She had never seen it firsthand, but as a direct-line woman she knew the tales of their hereditary foe.
An overwhelming allure, no rival in seduction of men.
If she could learn these arts how much stronger might she become?
“I too… could become the Master’s true wife.”
She clenched her small fists in resolve.
Francesca surveyed all those with similar determination, then turned back to Hana.
“Then with that, I will return to the box. You will take me to the stud barn? To wherever the Young Master resides?”
“Yes. Thank you for your efforts today. I rely on you going forward.”
As Hana bowed respectfully, Francesca’s shoulders held high with pride.
“You, at least, know your place as a hole. I like that. Yes, I think we shall meet often again.”
So speaking, she folded herself back into the box.
Hana, elated at the unexpected praise, sealed it with charms, then hefted it on her back.
If she delivered this succubus personally, she could boast to her Master of her devotion.
“Today’s meeting ends here. Those chosen will be contacted shortly.”
Arriving at the barn, Hana immediately sought Jihan. For all its size, he was easy to find.
“A gift, you say?”
On a wide bed, Jihan reclined, while Cheon Dambi and her daughter Juhee nursed eagerly on cock and chest both.
Confident despite disturbing such service, Hana approached. Jihan raised a brow at her demeanor.
“Slrp♥ suck… Hana, can’t you see? Jihan’s busy. He’s about to cum.”
“……”
Hana, friend and fellow slave to Dambi, burned with envy.
That they shared a roof, receiving their Master’s seed daily, she could hardly bear it.
But soon, she thought “Your time of happiness ends here. The wife has come; the concubine must fade.”
Setting the box from her back, she laid it down lightly, as if it weighed nothing at all.
She wanted praise from both Jihan and Francesca.
Yet if she released Francesca now, she herself would only be dismissed, as Dambi and Juhee were.
So she devised another plan.
Whispering her scheme to the box, she quickly received approval.
“Hana. You please me. Do it.”
Lifting her head in joy, she stroked the box gently.
“Master, a woman is inside this container.”
“…In that tiny thing? Is she breathing? Did you kidnap someone?”
Jihan flinched at the thought.
Had she stooped to abduction in order to please him?
But Hana reassured him.
“Never. I wish to stand ever proud before you, Master. I would never resort to such baseness.”
“Good. Then?”
As Jihan’s curiosity turned toward the box, Dambi and Juhee pouted, then redoubled their attentions.
One hollowed her cheeks around his cock, the other pressing kisses and fingertips at his nipples.
Overwhelmed by sensation, he forgot the box, and erupted.
Spurt spurt spurt♥
The room filled with his pheromones.
And still the mother and daughter nursed, cleaning his shaft till it gleamed, before slyly rubbing their pussies against him.
He gently pushed them aside, then let Hana speak.
“There is a small hole here.”
She pointed at an air hole in the box. Large enough, barely, for his cock.
Once sealed with charms, it had been meant for breath alone yet could not block the potent yin seeping from within.
Here in the barn, those seals had fallen.
Now it was transformed into the perfect glory hole.
“Master, you must insert yourself, ignorant of who waits within.”
“…And guess by feel alone?”
“Just so.”
She snapped her fingers.
“Should I expect a prize?”
“This very box is the gift. Whether you guess rightly or not, Master will be pleased.”
“…Hmm.”
He mused.
The gift was clearly the woman inside. Was it someone he knew? He could not tell.
Hana explained further.
“The inside is more spacious than it appears. She can serve with hands, with mouth, even with her pussy through the hole. It will be a most entertaining challenge.”
“…Fine.”
And so, sliding from Dambi’s throat glistening wet, he pressed his cock to the hole.
At that moment
Sniff… sniff sniff♥♥!! Hhhhahhh♥
Rough, eager breathing burst from within the box.
