Arc 14: Chapter 1
Su Gong felt like she’d both melt and freeze up at any moment. The flames of the forge were right in front of her, and yet the flames she was extracting, drawing upon with her crafting method, were extremely cold, like she was reaching into the southernmost part of the continent and burying her hands in the snow there.
It was not helped in the slightest by Han Rushu’s insistence that she not wear a top while by the forge. It helped with the heat, yes, but did nothing against the cold, and she couldn’t shake the feeling that the blacksmith was staring at her chest far more than necessary.
She… didn’t hate it, not really. For some reason, it was almost comforting, her cheeks heating up as she felt that gaze upon her body, clearly appreciating it, admiring it…
It was a little distracting, as the temptations to either cover up or more actively showcase herself fought themselves within her head, making it rather challenging to focus on the task in front of her, the sword she was attempting to make.
“Focus! Every strike matters, and if you fuck it up, we’ll have to start all over!”
“S-Sorry, master…”
“Don’t be sorry, just… hah, I never thought it’d be this difficult to teach a disciple, but I suppose it’s not all bad. Since you’ve ruined this one, throw it back into the fire and we can get to the punishment.”
“… Yes, master,” Su Gong replied on reflex, only to raise an eyebrow, “Wait, punishment? I thought-”
“Yes, this is to ensure that you get used to me. I cannot be helping you up close if you get so nervous the moment I get close,” the blacksmith nodded, “However, you’re here to learn my craft, right?”
“Yes.”
“Then, being taken away from that should be a punishment, no?”
“I… of course, master, I’m sorry.”
She stepped away from the fire, taking a seat on the opposite side of the room… and Han Rushu arrived in front of her, standing tall, her groin right in front of her eyes.
And the scent… it seemed to only grow more intense by the day, sweat and… other things. They mixed together into a potent musk that stained the whole smithy, and now the source was right in front of her, so thick that it was steaming up...
“Hah…”
“See? This is why you still need to get used to me. You jump any time I get close to you, and even now, when it’s not out… can you even tear your eyes away from it?”
“I… no, master.”
Rushu didn’t answer, save for stepping a little closer, her scent becoming so much more intense. Su Gong felt like it was even more intense and hot than the forge was, but unlike the hot flames, she couldn’t even imagine moving away from it…
It was just so addictive that she couldn’t stop herself from sniffing it, inhaling more deeply, feeling lightheaded as the scent overtook all else. Why was it so good…
“Hm… I think you’re starting to get used to it. It’s time to go a little further, don’t you think?”
She couldn’t respond, and it didn’t seem like Han Rushu wanted to hear an answer, as she just acted right away. The blacksmith reached for her pants and pulled them down, the pungent musk hitting her, making her eyes water, before the beast within was revealed.
And that beast… that massive, sweaty cock… it had clearly been dying to escape, already so stiff and throbbing, precum leaking from the tip, looking so enticing…
And that smell, that thick, heady musk that sought to drown her, to swallow her whole and leave her permanently changed.
She knew that she shouldn’t, that Rushu was doing this to let her get accustomed to it… but her mouth felt so empty now, her lips just needing to wrap around the cock before her… that she couldn’t stop herself.
Closing the gap, Su Gong kissed the tip, her eyes nearly shutting as she focused on her sense of smell and taste. That stiff, hard cockhead was so alluring that she couldn’t stop herself from making out with it, taking more into her mouth and running her tongue all over it.
A part of her waited, perhaps even wanting, to be stopped, to be told that she should stop, that this was improper… but no such interruption came.
Instead, she just kept going, her reflexes guiding her to suck on it, feeling all that precum coating her tongue, filling her mouth, forcing her to swallow it down every few breaths. It had a very strong flavour, salty and a little bitter, something she never would’ve expected to enjoy… and yet, she couldn’t imagine doing anything else in this moment.
Even with precum flooding her mouth, she could taste the built-up sweat coating Rushu’s cock, so greasy and filthy… but she moaned as that flavour stained her tongue, threatening to overwrite her memories and preferences, until the only thing she could ever think of was that thick taste.
She could barely fit it in her mouth, and… she knew that it was so much bigger than her husband’s had been. So much bigger, thicker, harder… tastier… muskier…
After sucking on it for what left like hours and mere moments at the same time, Su Gong realised that she had gotten wet, her thighs rubbing together to eke out any drop of pleasure she could. That woke her up, if only a little, as she realised exactly what she was doing.
She was sucking on a woman’s dick, desperate to touch herself to the taste…
‘Why… why am I like this? Why… do I want it so badly?’
The poor woman had no opportunity to know the blacksmith’s secrets, the addictive nature of her scent, nor the corruption filling the Reaper’s Grave. All she knew was her own desire, her need for this dick, for Rushu herself.
She wanted her so badly that when the blacksmith suddenly stepped back, she nearly fell off her seat trying to keep the cock in her mouth.
“M-Master?”
“I can see you were getting too comfortable. I thought you wanted to learn blacksmithing, not hit on me.”
“I…” Su Gong’s eyes went wide as she felt guilty, even as a part of her was confused about how things ever go to this point, “I-I’m sorry, master, I was only… uh, I…”
Her mind raced to find an explanation, but with how turned on she felt, the thought of simply ending this and returning to work didn’t even arise within her mind. No, she just wanted to find any reason possible to get back to it, her pussy feeling so wet and needy…
“Well?”
Feeling like Rushu’s gaze could burn through her, she forced out the first thing that came to mind, “I-I just wanted to clean it!”
“Huh?”
‘What the fuck are you saying?!’ her own thoughts screamed at her, but she continued, “W-Well, I just kept being so distracted by the scent of sweat, s-so… I… I wanted to clean it, so that it wouldn’t be as distracting!”
Even she could tell that it was absolute nonsense… and yet, she so desperately wanted the blacksmith to accept it, to let her continue. She kept her gaze down, unable to meet Rushu’s eyes, but she could still feel the intense stare aimed at her. It made her sweat, her hands shaking as she feared the possibilities… and so, when the blacksmith spoke again, she felt like her heart could stop regardless of the answer.
“Hmph, I suppose this would help in the long-term. Come on then, get to it,” she suddenly stepped forward again, her cock practically filling Su Gong’s vision.
The head was coated in her spit, still rock-hard and looking almost painfully stiff, just begging for attention… and with her permission, Su Gong couldn’t stop herself, those desires burning in her very core.
She stuck out her tongue and licked the tip, lapping up the precum flowing from her piss-slit. It only tasted better now, but she didn’t linger there, running her tongue along the side of Rushu’s fat cock, coating the tip of her tongue in sweat, drowning her sense of taste in that thick grease.
It was filthy, and not something she would’ve ever imagined doing… but it just made her shudder from a perverted pleasure. She felt like she was desecrating herself, ruining herself for Han Rushu’s sake… and yet, she only wished to go further, to drown herself in her sweat and musk.
As she reached the base, she found a way to do exactly that, the stench of the blacksmith’s unwashed balls hitting her nose, like presenting a drug to an addict.
She couldn’t possibly hold back from moving lower, pressing her nose up against her hairy sack, inhaling so deeply that she felt her eyes rolling into the back of her head, her lungs flooding with that intense musk. It made her tear up, the scent being so intense that she could barely handle it… and that only made her want it more.
Su Gong parted her lips and licked her balls, feeling all those sweaty, sticky pubes clinging to her tongue, all the grease coating them rubbing off onto her tastebuds. So salty and bitter, what seemed like countless days of sweat built up and concentrated at her balls…
“If you want them to be clean, you’ll have to put more effort in than that. Here, let me help,” Rushu said, stepping up closer, letting her balls rest directly on Su Gong’s face.
It was like being thrust into a sauna of pure musk, such a potent, primal stench that she felt all the strength leave her body, her arms dropping to her side as her whole being seemed to be enveloped in it, like dropping into the sea. She felt like the very notion of existing away from Rushu’s sweaty balls faded away from her mind, like it was a mere fantasy.
She could see nothing past the hairy sack, and could do nothing as it rubbed against her skin, coating her face in sweat, using her like a towel.
“Hah, I needed this so bad…” the blacksmith’s voice barely reached her ears, as all semblance of reason and thought faded from Su Gong’s head, and only her primal desires remained.
Those urges led her to suck on Rushu’s balls, slobbering all over the fat, cum-filled orbs while huffing their scent, desperate to drown herself in this experience, to completely give herself over to that massive rod and heavy balls and… everything.
It barely registered to her when she switched from cleaning the blacksmith’s balls to sucking on her tip again, so much precum flowing into her mouth that she was barely able to gulp it all down. The only natural thing to do was take it deeper, letting the rod hit the back of her throat, making her gag for a moment before she took it even further.
Su Gong had never been able to deepthroat a dick before – having lacked any chance to even attempt it in the past – but it came to her almost naturally now, like she was just made for it, like her body had been moulded for the very purpose of Rushu putting her to use…
That thought arose in her head, and just stayed there, reverberating, growing ever stronger. It threatened to engulf her mind completely as she continued sucking, starting to gag as she neared the base, nearly managing to take the whole length into her mouth. She could feel Rushu’s cock throb and pulse with need, orgasm nearing, and she felt so proud of getting the blacksmith there, like this was greater than any other of her achievements.
The first rope of cum that shot down her throat felt downright orgasmic. It was so thick and sticky that it coated her gullet, filling her up swiftly, drowning her stomach in seed so potent that it felt like it could’ve knocked her up in an instant had it merely gone into her womb…
Rushu backed off, her cock slipping out of Su Gong’s mouth as she shot her cum all over her face, forcing one eye shut, plenty more getting into her hair and dripping down to her chest.
It was such a mess… but for a little while, she only basked in the bliss of it, enjoying the hot jizz coating her skin, filling her belly, so viscous that it only barely dripped down.
And then, the afterglow faded, and the realisation of what she had done rose to the surface. The fact that she had just sucked Rushu’s cock, and the blacksmith clearly didn’t even try to stop her…
“I… t-this is…”
“Is something wrong?” Han Rushu asked so calmly and casually that for a moment, Su Gong had to question whether her worries were unfounded, or unreasonable.
However, even after a moment of thinking, she still felt like she had cheated on her late husband. All of a sudden, all that seed coating her skin feeling so wrong and unpleasant… even while she still felt the delight from being painted and marked like a slut.
“I-I… w-we can’t… we shouldn’t have done this! W-We… I…”
“What’s the big deal? It was only a blowjob… but fine.”
Her casual shrug made Su Gong feel like she was the odd one out, again.
“R-Really?”
“You asked for it. I just agreed – is there a need to make a big deal of it?” the blacksmith asked, “Go and clean up, you’re in no state to be working at the forge anyway. Oh, and visit our Manual Pavillion, there’s a technique in there you ought to learn.”
“W-What is it?”
“Uh, what was it… should be on a shelf in the corner, titled Physique Awakening.”
“O-Okay… uh, I-I’m going now!” Su Gong practically ran off, desperate to escape before anyone could see her cum-stained body.
Han Rushu stood still and kept quiet until Su Gong was far enough away, then let herself chuckle.
“I wasn’t sure if I should use this trick… but now that she has huffed my scent and tasted my cum, there’s no chance she won’t want more… and once she grows a cock, she’ll understand just how much attention it needs…” the blacksmith grinned, “Physique Awakening, my ass.”
Still, she would have to wait a little longer to get her way, but she could already foresee how it’d go. Whether Su Gong caved quickly, or tried to hide the growth of her cock, it’d still become exposed to Rushu sooner or later, and her desires would force her to consult the blacksmith on some way to manage them.
At that point, not only would she have another excuse to get closer to her, but she’d also be filled with even more desire and need… and have a perfect reason to put her into a chastity cage and force her to rely on Rushu for release.
It just required time… but without Bianca looming over her at every moment, it was a lot easier to just relax and take things at her own pace. At the same time, she also had the antics of the other ‘disciples’ to watch over. While they certainly thought they were being stealthy in their deeds, Han Rushu was too much of a perv not to be able to figure them out anyway.
Chen Yiren, for instance, was being developed into quite the horny slut thanks to Yu Juan’s efforts. It was obvious just how horny she was getting, how her cheeks would turn red at the slightest provocation, how her thighs would rub together when she wasn’t paying attention…
It looked like she could be convinced to ride Rushu’s dick with only a little effort, though the blacksmith didn’t want to risk going beyond her ‘territory’, so to speak. Bianca managed to rise from the second to the fourth realm in record time, and chances were that upon her return, she’d somehow come back with some powerful treasure that would shrink the gap in their realm even further.
And the instant she got to the fifth realm, Han Rushu would have no chance whatsoever. Hence, any attempt to pilfer Bianca’s ‘property’ was effectively suicidal.
Still, one slut to mould and reshape was a lot more than nothing.