Blood Moon Rising Over The Plains - Chapter 3: Language (8)

Being the center of three sets of eyes wasn’t exactly a pleasant experience.

I quickly sat up and, little by little, edged behind the man’s back.

“Very well,” the man finally spoke, his voice laced with amusement.

“If you personally bring me your father’s head, then I see no reason not to accept your vassalage.”

“Then—”

“However, the war will continue.”

What exactly had he said to make the boy’s face go pale again?

Curious, I peeked out from behind the man’s arm.

My gaze met the boy’s once more as his eyes darted toward me.

It was difficult to determine his exact age, but he seemed to be in his early to mid-teens—or perhaps I was wrong.

Back home, most children were cared for by assigned androids and artificial intelligence until they officially became adults at 18. Only then could they begin living independently.

Unless there were exceptional circumstances, I rarely encountered children this young.

Even in the villages, I had found it strange to see children growing up under their parents’ care.

“Great Khan—!”

The boy suddenly raised his voice.

“Huangzi, wasn’t it your people who attacked us first? You should be grateful we’re even offering to make you a vassal state.”

“But…!”

“It’s good that you’ve grasped the current situation of Jin, but you still don’t understand. For us, war ends in only two ways—victory or defeat.”

The man’s voice was calm yet unyielding.

“That said, if you wish, there is a way to minimize the damage and end this quickly.”

“…You want me to incite civil war? You want me to hand over military intelligence?”

The boy’s voice wavered as realization dawned upon him.

The man let out a low chuckle.

“I do appreciate your quick understanding. I have no intention of prolonging this war either.”

He swirled the liquor in his cup leisurely before meeting the boy’s gaze.

“So then… what will you do?”

* * *

The boy and Buka left, and silence once again settled over the tent. The man remained still, sipping his drink, lost in thought.

At first, I had assumed that the boy was merely an ally from a friendly nation, but as their conversation stretched on, I realized the truth—he was a spy from an enemy country. Had he come here under orders from his superiors?

The recent lull in village raids had almost made me forget, but now, I was reminded once more—I was in the middle of a war.

Still, the presence of the encampment gave a sense of security that the village never had. There were still countless things I needed to confirm.

I shifted my gaze to the ornate carpet in front of the man. He had ordered Buka to leave behind a few dishes, suggesting he intended to drink more.

Trickle.

The sound of liquor being poured into a cup broke the silence.

I hesitated, glancing at the man, then carefully began to slip away from behind him, reaching for the fruit resting on the carpet.

Smack.

Before I could react, my body was suddenly lifted off the ground, as if snatched away by an unseen force.

I squeezed my eyes shut in surprise.

When I opened them again, I realized—I was sprawled across the man’s lap.

“Shall we finish what we started?”

His voice was low, laced with amusement.

“Stopping midway must have left you feeling [uneasy], hmm?”

The man’s hand slipped beneath the layers of my clothing, parting them effortlessly as he cupped my chest.

The warmth of his touch sent a jolt through me, my body responding instinctively.

“Mmnh—”

With no ties to secure them, the loosely draped fabric easily fell away, exposing my bare skin.

His fingers trailed lower, brushing against my thigh where traces of earlier intimacy had dried.

“…Already dried up, huh.”

But just because the flames had died down to embers didn’t mean they had been extinguished completely.

At his touch, my body responded almost instantly, dampening with renewed heat.

“And just like that… you’re already [soaking wet] again.”

“Ah…!”

The moment his fingers pressed firmly against a certain spot, an unexpected jolt shot through me. Instinctively, I arched my back, hands pushing against his large palm.

That hurt—far more than I had anticipated.

I frowned, wincing at the sharp sensation.

“…Ah, this must be where I [was too rough] earlier.”

The man, who had been the cause of my pain, seemed to understand something I didn’t.

As his fingers moved again, I instinctively curled in on myself. The lingering ache was still too sharp to fully surrender to pleasure.

“Relax, [loosen up].”

“Mnnh—”

But instead of relaxing, my body only grew tenser, locking up completely.

My gaze flickered to his forearm, eyes brimming with uncertainty. Thick with muscle, veins running along the surface—it looked powerful. If I let go of his hand, would that strength hurt me again?

“You’ll get hurt like that. Relax.”

His deep voice was steady, but the word hurt rang in my ears.

This was different from anything I had experienced before.

Pain had started it, and now—it refused to leave my body.

I couldn’t tear my eyes away, too afraid that the arm inside me might suddenly move.

But then, the arm wrapped around my shoulder stretched further, fingers tilting my chin upward.

Reflected in those golden eyes above me—I saw myself, frozen stiff.

“Yeo-jin.”

His broad frame curved as he leaned down, his face descending toward mine.

The moment his lips caught my lower lip, parting them with a slow, deliberate kiss, the tension in my grip began to fade.

His kiss was unusually gentle. Without realizing it, my hands lifted, cupping his cheek.

His skin, roughened by exposure to the harsh cold, contrasted sharply with the way his wet tongue moved—slick, warm, and smooth.

“Hnn—”

The man’s hand traced over my tense thighs, coaxing them apart with slow, deliberate movements.

Rustle.

The fabric, barely clinging to my body, slipped away, spilling onto the floor in a soft heap.

With the space now open, his hand returned to my vagina. Instinctively, I tensed again—but before I could resist, his tongue brushed against the roof of my mouth, as if to soothe me.

His fingers resumed their slow, deliberate movements, tracing the base of my sensitive bud as if continuing from where he had left off.

My hips gave a startled jolt.

“Ah…”

The moment my lips parted in a gasp, his tongue pushed in, filling my mouth completely.

It was thick—pressing deep, as if intent on reaching the very root of my tongue.

Reflexively, my hands clutched at him, fingers curling with newfound urgency.

Squish—

I could feel him scraping my juices from below, pressing against my clit. My pussy clenched and unclenched in time with my breathing as the finger slid over my clit, and then, poof, the finger penetrated into the molten mush.

“―!”

The fullness in my mouth muffled my moans, swallowing them down into a strained whimper.

The pain from earlier had completely vanished—washed away without a trace.

Below, the wet sounds of my arousal filled the space, slickness coating his fingers as they moved with ease.

His pace quickened, fingers plunging deeper while rubbing against my sensitive bud.

It didn’t take long before my hips arched off the ground, my voice spilling out in helpless cries.

“Ah… hnn… haa… haahng!”

At some point, his tongue had withdrawn, leaving my mouth empty—but the moans spilling from ym lips didn’t stop.

Clutching onto his broad shoulders, my toes curled as waves of sensation rippled through me.

“Just my fingers aren’t enough, are they? Hmm?”

“Yeo-jin, say my name.”

“If you do, I’ll spoil you plenty—”

Like soothing a child, he placed soft, lingering kisses on my forehead.

Yet, despite his gentle touch above, the relentless movements of his fingers below never ceased. My body trembled, helpless against the pleasure, his deep voice weaving through the haze.

Among the words he spoke, only one remained clear in my mind—

Name.

“…Te…mu…jin?”

“That’s right.”

Temujin’s lips curled into a slow, knowing smile.