Daoist Yin-Yang Manual (59)

After the humiliating time Seo Ryeo-hwa put me through had passed, the initiative had finally returned to me.

“Come on, Master. Spread your legs a little wider.”

“Ugh… Se-Seo-yoon… My stomach hurts so much… Can’t you get them out quickly…?”

“Hey, be quiet and just get moving!”

I urged her firmly. Though hesitant, she eventually did as I said. Seo Ryeo-hwa spread her legs shoulder-width apart and bent her knees.

"Hngh… I-I can't hold it…“

"A Hwagyeong master can't even hold in something this small?“

She glared at me for a moment when she heard that. Her intense gaze made me flinch slightly. I pretended nothing was wrong, adjusted my stance, and spoke calmly.

"Ahem… Now, push the beads out using only your asshole."

Seo Ryeo-hwa's face turned bright red. She glared at me once more, but then began moving as I'd said, as though she had no choice...