“Ack!”
Dang Soran couldn’t withstand Han Seojin’s gaze and lowered her head.
She moved her stiff tongue, trying to push away the filthy saliva he had placed on it.
“Eek! Euuh!”
What the hell had just happened to her?
To swallow a man’s saliva.
Even if it was forced, this was a memory that would be etched into her soul.
The eldest daughter of the Tang Clan of Sichuan, taking in a Beggars’ Sect beggar’s spit?
Of course, Han Seojin wasn’t actually a Beggars’ Sect beggar, but the roots were similar enough.
This was one of them.
The memory of consuming the sticky saliva of a filthy man—a Beggars’ Sect beggar, no less.
It would probably haunt her dreams over and over.
“Haa... haa...”
Yet, as always, the more forbidden the act, the more intense the thrill that came with it.
Dang Soran watched as Han Seojin’s saliva slowly dripped from her mouth.
She couldn’t tear her eyes away from his saliva mixed with her own.
“What are you doing?”
At that moment, Han Seojin lifted her chin again.
To avoid the same thing happening again, she needed to close her mouth—but it remained wide open.
Like a baby bird begging for food, it stayed gaping open for his saliva.
Tears welled up even larger at the corners of her eyes from the intense stimulation.
But Han Seojin only looked at those tears as if they were endearing.
Having subjected her to such horrific humiliation, his expression brimmed with deep satisfaction.
A look of revenge for her petty torments and fulfillment of his sadistic tendencies.
Han Seojin brushed back the sweat-dampened bangs from Dang Soran’s forehead.
“Who told you to spit it out?”
“Haa... aaah...! N-nooo! N-nooo!”
No matter how much she tried to say it was dirty, it wouldn’t reach him.
She could only let out beastly sounds.
“Soran.”
Han Seojin kept stroking her hair.
That endless touch made her heart react strangely.
His gentle caress, treating her so preciously, was more dangerous than she’d expected.
His strong hand, covering half her face, felt so reliable.
In his presence, Dang Soran kept feeling herself grow weaker.
All her pretenses and facades stripped away, leaving the fragile Dang Soran exposed.
And this man was leading that fragile version of her.
She found herself surrendering to his touch more and more.
“You won’t eat it?”
Han Seojin suddenly asked in a gentle tone.
“I’d love for you to swallow my saliva.”
“Haa... haa...!”
She shook her head no, but why was her resolve weakening?
She just wanted to listen to this sweetly pleading man.
If she did, he’d be pleased enough, treat her even more prettily...
“Uuuh!”
Her eyes kept drifting to his lips.
Was it really because she wanted to spit out his saliva earlier, or was it her ingrained prejudices telling her she had to?
Not as the eldest daughter of the Tang Clan of Sichuan and a Beggars’ Sect beggar.
But as human Dang Soran and human Han Seojin—would she have spat it out then?
It was the saliva of this handsome man.
“Haa... ahh...”
...She didn’t like it, but suddenly she wondered what it tasted like.
She hadn’t swallowed it before, so she didn’t know.
If it ended like this, could she go her whole life without wondering about that taste?
“Hueeuh...!!”
Having these strange thoughts made her feel so alien to herself she thought she’d go mad.
Every choice felt impossibly hard.
But one thing was certain.
If she swallowed his saliva, she’d be closer to him than Cheongwol ever was.
She’d be the only one with the experience of mixing saliva with him.
It wasn’t about competition.
Just a simple fact.
Han Seojin grasped both her cheeks again.
Dang Soran’s heart squeezed tight once more.
“You’ve made me swallow your saliva plenty of times.”
“Heeuh... uwoo...”
“You kept doing that disgusting thing to me, didn’t you? Not just once or twice. For fairness, you should swallow mine too, right?”
“...Uwoo...”
“So swallow it. Don’t spit this time. I’ll watch you do it.”
Han Seojin’s expression now rippled with desire.
Not the face he made when she relieved his heart demon.
Something more... lewd, excited.
In other words, a look of pure lust.
Seeing Han Seojin lusting after her made Dang Soran feel it spreading to her too.
She couldn’t look away from him.
Men’s primal instincts had always disgusted her before, but strangely, not this time.
She was getting swept up in the madness he showed.
As he slowly lowered his head, his nose briefly brushed against hers and pulled away.
“Ah...!”
That tiny stimulation made her body twitch.
But he didn’t pull away again.
Their eyes were close, nose to nose, lips to lips.
Han Seojin’s gaze never left her.
The eye contact burned hotter than any flame.
She’d avoided his eyes before, but now Dang Soran couldn’t escape them.
No, she didn’t want to.
This gaze shared between them brought deeper pleasure than anything she’d ever felt.
It felt like their souls were connected.
The distance was too close.
This wasn’t the distance of acquaintances.
Not even friends.
Something much closer...
At that moment, Han Seojin stuck out his tongue.
Saliva gathered there began to slowly drip.
Dang Soran’s mouth was open.
The saliva fell into it.
“Haa... aaah...”
But this time, Dang Soran didn’t look at the droplet.
She kept staring only into Han Seojin’s eyes.
She felt the saliva entering her mouth.
That warm heat.
Han Seojin’s saliva.
“Ah... aaah...”
This time, Dang Soran didn’t spit it out.
Instead, unconsciously, she rolled it around in her mouth a little.
****
Is saliva dirty?
Maybe it is.
Swallowing someone else’s unilaterally?
Most people would find it repulsive.
But deep expressions of affection are supposed to get a little dirty.
Kissing?
Kissing is exchanging saliva, rubbing tongues together.
Sometimes you do it even if one hasn’t brushed after eating.
Or in the morning with killer breath, tongues entwining anyway.
Sex is the same.
Pressing piss holes together and doing who-knows-what.
But few see it as dirty.
Or they admit it’s a bit dirty but say that’s what makes it good.
Spitting in SM play is similar.
Sure, it’s a tad filthy, but it creates a profound emotional exchange.
Spitting sadistically on a woman, and her accepting it—indescribable satisfaction.
I don’t intend to force myself to understand masochism, but if an endlessly alluring woman kept offering to swallow your spit, plenty of guys would go for it.
Not me, though.
Anyway, maybe because I was annoyed with Dang Soran.
“Haa... aaah...”
Seeing my saliva pooling in her wide-open mouth was insanely erotic.
She wasn’t spitting it out—had she decided to grant my request?
Her head trembled, but she didn’t refuse.
“Haa... haha...”
I couldn’t help but laugh.
Her lack of resistance only fueled my sadism more.
For the first time, I was relieving stress through SM.
My long-pent-up desires and lust were unraveling.
“Heuk!”
I shoved my thumb deep into Dang Soran’s mouth, smearing my saliva all over the inside.
She twitched briefly, but I couldn’t stop myself.
My breathing grew ragged without me realizing.
Like wanting to bite a cute kitten or puppy, I bit my lip hard to fight the urge.
“Cute.”
I whispered to her.
“Cute, Soran.”
Her face flushed noticeably, and she tried to lower her head in surrender again.
But I didn’t allow it.
I lifted her chin.
“I said swallow.”
“Heuuh! Aaaah!!”
“Swallow, now.”
Her half-lidded eyes from moments ago suddenly darted around anxiously, like she’d snapped to attention.
I persuaded her even more.
“Come on, swallow. It’s not a big deal.”
“...Uuuh...”
“Please.”
I just wanted to see it so badly.
A woman swallowing my saliva.
Especially since it was that infuriating Dang Soran.
From the expression on her face, it wasn’t hopeless.
****
“Please.”
Han Seojin’s words kept striking her heart.
Dang Soran had always been a tomboy who only felt satisfied doing things her way, but his pleas were impossible to refuse.
He’d been purely sadistic all day, yet now he was begging—and her body wouldn’t obey her.
How much must he want it to beg like this?
What would happen if she swallowed the saliva in her mouth?
To her?
The act itself wasn’t the issue.
It was the memory and emotional surrender that mattered.
It would be an unforgettable memory for life.
The memory of consuming a filthy man’s saliva.
Even if she later took another man as her husband, the fact that she was a dirty woman who’d swallowed Han Seojin’s saliva wouldn’t vanish.
Could she bear that?
Was she ready for that weight?
After such deep corruption, could she look back on this memory fondly?
If she bore children?
Could she face them proudly, knowing their mother had swallowed some Beggars’ Sect beggar’s spit?
“Aaah... aaah...!”
Her body stiffened at the thoughts of family and future.
But the lustful demon before her kept tempting her.
“Soran. Hurry. I swallowed yours. You swallow mine.”
“...”
As Dang Soran hesitated, Han Seojin’s gaze turned icy.
He whispered.
“You filthy bitch. Swallow it. You’re the one who wanted to play.”
“Huw...!”
That insult slowly opened her throat.
A smile spread across Han Seojin’s face.
She liked that smile, after all.
If it was the reward for her submission, it was enough.
This insane sense of depravity shook her.
All the world’s worries faded away now.
Her world was just this basement.
Forgetting everything brought a free sense of liberation.
Dang Soran swallowed.
Thinking of it entering her stomach made her body heat up.
Han Seojin ruffled her hair roughly with both hands, like petting a dog.
Then he said.
“Good girl.”
Dang Soran didn’t even know what expression she was making.
She just hid her face from him and stared at the floor.
Family and future? Forgotten.
For now, swept up in the pleasure.
Especially since it was Han Seojin.
The handsome man who’d run himself ragged for her sake.
Now, the disgust lingered only as an aftertaste of depravity.
Her body grew hotter, the space between her thighs dangerously so.
****
I poured water into Dang Soran’s mouth.
Clear water to rinse the saltiness.
“Hueh! Kek!”
Unable to close her mouth, she couldn’t spit it properly and spilled it all.
It splashed onto her kneeling legs.
Her soaked robes clung tight, revealing firm thighs.
But I had no time to focus on that.
I’d tasted something far more overwhelming—how could I?
“Heuuh... haa...”
After rinsing, though, Dang Soran snapped back to sanity and started thrashing.
“Heuaah!! Ahhuaaah!”
Her cries were getting too loud; I needed to muffle her.
I still had plenty prepared.
Like coating my fingers with sweet liquid and making her lick them humiliatingly...
I’d planned meticulously to torment her and relieve my stress.
Too much noise here, and it’d carry outside.
Even in a basement, the old building couldn’t help it.
So I told her.
“Be quiet.”
Her defiant glare turned to me.
To ensure she stayed quiet, I fastened a shackle.
“I’m grabbing something quick. Keep being noisy, and I’ll spit in your mouth more.”
“...!!”
I checked her eyes to see if she understood.
Dang Soran looked back into mine.
Once she seemed quiet enough, I stood.
Leaving her kneeling there.
“...Huw!”
Then, as I walked away, her voice echoed behind me.
I paused and glanced back.
“...I’ll let it slide once. Next time, no mercy—I’ll spit.”
“-Heuaah!!”
But Dang Soran raised her voice instead.
My heart skipped for a second.
“...”
I looked into her eyes.
Dang Soran had frozen subtly, then defied again.
“...Ah!”
Did her bratty nature never fade?
Provoked by her intent, I slowly turned back.
She still showed defiant eyes.
But the heat beneath was visible now.
I sat back in the chair and lifted her chin.
...Less resistance than before.
Even knowing what I’d do, she was like this.
“Ptoo.”
Without warning, I spat into Dang Soran’s mouth.
She flinched, closed her eyes once, then glared hatefully and kept defying.
“Haa!”
But she knew the price.
She knew and did it anyway.
“...Ptoo.”
“Huu... ah!”
I spat into her mouth right after.
The poorly aimed spit half-hit her lips.
But her defiance didn’t end.
Even as I kept spitting, did she think her rebellion meant more...
...Or, like the bratty masochist she was, was she provoking more torment? She cried out “Ahng!” louder.
“...Ahng!”
I wanted to bite her.
I was supposed to dominate her, but now I felt swept away.
Can’t quite put it into words, but it was maddeningly alluring.
Our eyes met—her defiant yet yielding gaze.
I was probably mirroring it.
To avoid missing her mouth, I brought my face closer.
I commanded her.
“Stick out your tongue.”
“...”
After a brief hesitation, Dang Soran’s long tongue emerged.
I spat onto it again...
“...!”
That instant, my senses sharpened.
“Sip!”
I wiped my mouth with my sleeve.
What.
What did I just feel?
Like cold water dumped over me.
I stood, eyes scanning, senses on high alert.
Dang Soran looked puzzled.
...No, she’s here.
Yeah, she’s definitely here.
I hurriedly removed Dang Soran’s ring gag and gave her a sip of water.
She gulped it down after agonizing, then asked me.
“Y-Young Master. Suddenly why...”
“Cheongwol’s here.”
Dang Soran jolted, trembling.
But she quickly hardened her expression...
“What? Let’s show it to Wol too. I don’t care if Cheongwol sees—”
“—I do. Suppress your presence and hide. Got it?”
I quickly removed her handcuffs too, blew out the candle, and left the basement.
Basement door shut.
And soon...
‘...Shopkeeper, you in there?’
“...Hoo.”
All excitement vanished.
Looks like I could definitely sense Cheongwol now.