섬 참고 / First Act

The waves of the ocean are heavy upon your shoulders, adding to the weight of the cement blocks in the backpack slung on them. Your tongue occasionally catches the jittery taste of saltwater everytime you take another step to wade across it.

Your throat is too dry that even saltwater is a welcome beverage.

So you swallow. The salt pricks your throat like the thorns of the rose you secretly picked from the royal garden.

The sun high above you tans your skin. Your wounds and previous sunburns are forced to suffer the harsh stinging salt of the ocean. But even as your chin struggles to even lift itself above the surface, you repeat over and over in your head: “ This is the final challenge. All that you have to do is complete it, and you’ll be a Guardian at last.”

Training to become a Guardian for the royals is the most difficult job of all, but the most important. Every one of the six princesses who rule the land need around-the-clock protection from the terrors that ranged from light to borderline dangerous in the life of a privileged woman: paparazzi, stalkers, assasination attempts, and more. And to fulfill those needs, men and women from all over the land such as yourself are subjected to heavy, and often brutal training.

It’s been years of practice, and this can be the last day you have to endure any more of it. But the end to the training can only happen if you complete the test of the ocean in under five minutes.

That very test involves a backpack filled with bricks, tight camouflage, and a heart threatening to stop any second now.

Every one of your bones ache like hell. But you swear you’re almost there; your blurry vision can detect the promise of a shore. So you lift your feet beneath the waves and take big strides with the remaining strength left in your body.

One. Two. Three. F-Four? And fiiiiiii —

The counting of the steps you take messes up the remaining seconds you’ve listed in your head. But by what you can comprehend, you only have over a minute left.

The waves colored with your own blood refuse to allow you to cross them without a challenge. And unfortunately, that challenge they poise can make you lose everything you’ve worked for.

How do you defeat the ocean, with its dangerous current threatening to bring you down to its sunken ships and corals?

You have to become one with it.

That reminder lights up a bulb above your head. As the splashes of sea water from the struggles of your classmates taking the challenge with you slap against your skin, you take in a deep breath from your nose. You imagine it entering your nostrils and giving life to the blood flowing inside you, energizing your system.

You close your eyes.

섬 참고…

DIVE.

The backpack floats above you like a rubber ducky. Now, with the loss of its weight on your back, you place your hands on the wet fabric. Then, you start to blow bubbles in the water as you use the backpack to get yourself across the water. You kick your aching legs up and down while you push the backpack with all your might.

You start to count.

One.

Your head knocks badly against the bricks inside the backpack. You try to ignore it, but with your other injuries already being painful enough, this one feels like a bad concussion.

Two.

The nothingness beneath your legs makes you nervous. Although you know how to swim (it’s impossible not to know how to, given your years of training), the doom just one wrong move could bring you to makes your anxiety reach its peak.

But you just keep swimming. You’ll get there eventually. You’ll get there. You’ll get there, you’ll get there, you’ll get there—

And threeeeeeeeeeee—

Instead of a brick, your head meets higher sand.

Yes! Rise from the water like a dolphin, although you can’t be one because of how you are gasping for breath. Applause is the first thing that meets your ears that are blocked by sand and water.

“Trainee 092402 has passed the test!” the general announces loudly. “On this day of the Lord, approved by myself, Trainee 092402 has moved up to the position of official royal Guardian of Her Majesty Princess Gaeul!”

You did it. You actually did it. You’re finally a Guardian! After all those months of torture, you’ve gotten to your goal.

And even when you’re as limp as a piece of seaweed on the wet shore, you cannot help but smile.

—-

New uniform, new bandages, new wounds.

Adapting to change is one of the things the palace trained you to do, but it still feels odd when you gaze at yourself in the mirror after a quick shower and first aid. Especially in the dorm room you’ve slept and cried in in the last few years, knowing that you’ll soon have to leave it behind.

Your reflection isn’t the one that makes this whole thing feel strange. You expected your skin to have gashes from training; there’s one long wound on your palm and a slightly bleeding scratch at your cheek that has been bandaged. There’s even a scar from the time a stray bullet from the other group of trainees found its home in your thigh.

Your eyes meet your reflection, studying it closely. You look… older. Not in the sense that would have you worrying about wrinkles and age but in the way that you look grown up. Mature, even. The fat in your cheeks are gone, and the unsure look in your eyes has dissolved.

You wonder if looking older means that, perhaps, the training has made you older too and transformed you into a stronger man that is a far cry from the anxious boy of a yesterday that’s difficult to remember.

A brief knock on your door breaks the trance. In the mirror, a reflection of a young man in the same uniform as you appears behind the door. From the slight smirkish smile he wears, it’s easy to recognize him as Kim Youngjae, a fellow Guardian.

“Are you done? The princess is waiting for you,” he is quick to inform, although he fails to acknowledge the fact that he did not wait for your permission to enter.

You don’t mind though. You’re used to his antics by now. “Yes, I’ll be sure to thank her for her patience.”

“You’re lucky, man. Princess Gaeul is the most forgiving of them all. Princess Yujin is too, but she’s the one with a slightly more iron fist.”

“My dear Youngjae,” you say, cracking a slight smile, “wouldn’t it be treason to say such a thing?”

“Not at all, is it treason to state the truth? I mean it quite literally; Yujin is not afraid to throw a punch.” He points to the stitches on his cheek.

You don’t doubt Youngjae’s words. He might be a joker, but he’d know Yujin well because he’s one of her Guardians. He’s been in this job for eight years, and you’ve only been a Guardian for three hours. The first hour was one you spent showering and fixing yourself up. The second and third weren’t easy to remember because you were asleep and resting.

He leads you out of your room and down the corridor. Fine minimalist colors make up most of the walls and floors. They’re made that way so that the shimmering gold frames of portraits stand out even more. They stand out kind of like a sore thumb if a sore thumb was more glamorous.

A family portrait of the six princesses catches your eye as you walk. Cleverly photographed so that the aesthetics of the background royal garden and beauties of the girls are fully captured, the roses complement their uniforms like a sword to a shield.

The favorite of the populace for her kindness and elegance, Jang Wonyoung stands in the center with her hands poised on her hips. A crown rests on her head that matches the structure of the others as well: gray, yet sure to catch the eye because of its glimmer. Beside her is Rei, the only one of the princesses to clearly show Japanese descent. Sitting at her feet with a rose in between her fingers is the blonde-haired Jiwon along with the second eldest, Yujin.

And there, at the corner, is Kim Gaeul.

You never fully understood why Gaeul is always ushered to the corner or the back in paintings and photographs. To you, she is the most beautiful of the princesses. Her ears are her most endearing features, ones that hold back her long locks of black hair.

You almost bump into the palace guards protecting Gaeul’s chambers because of how long you gawk at her in the portrait. That’s one trait you’ll have to improve in the future; a Guardian must never let himself get swayed easily by distractions, no matter how big or small.

After you salute the twin guards, you and Youngjae pause at the door.

“This is it,” Youngjae says. “Aren’t you scared?”

“Not too much.”

“I didn’t expect that. You always had a huge crush on her. I thought you would be all giggly.”

Your cheeks suddenly become hot. “Well, I… I don’t. And I’m not. So let it go, will you?”

“Sure, Jan.”

Youngjae lifts the brass ring of the door to knock thrice. “Princess Gaeul! Your new Guardian is here.”

Your heart thumps against your throat. The pit of your stomach feels hollow. New thoughts ribboned with anxiety enter your mind all at once. What if Gaeul doesn’t like you? What if she thinks you’re too weak? Has she noticed the times you looked at her for a while too long?

“I’m coming,” a soft voice comes from inside the room, before its owner throws open the door. “Hello.”

Gaeul meets you at her doorway. Panic rises in your stomach like tidal waves. Her long dark hair with blonde ends is slightly messy, and you only figure out why when you see that she’s still dressed in her training outfit. She must have just returned from swordplay classes.

But God, she looks amazing in it. Her thighs look heavenly in those shorts. The way the leather outfit slightly shows a little bit of her taut stomach is guaranteed to have you drooling if you were raised with no manners.

The way you’re drowning in her, you can easily be back at the ocean again redoing your test.

“Hello, princess,” Youngjae greets her with a bow. “I’ve come with your new Guardian to have the two of you… acquainted.”

What’s with the stress on the word “acquainted”? You aren’t given enough time to figure out an answer due to politeness’ sake. You offer Gaeul a smile in return and nod. “Nice to meet you, princess.”

“Pleasure to meet you too, I’m certain. Congratulations on your graduation.”

“Thank you, Your Majesty,” you tell her. You mean it; to have the most beautiful princess personally give you kudos on your performance is inspiring to say the least. “I look forward to serving you.”

“That’s good to hear, because your duties start now.” Gaeul nods to Youngjae. “Thank you for accompanying him, Youngjae. You may leave us to ourselves.”

He turns his heel to leave. You have a strange feeling that it’s the last you will ever see of him today.

You wonder why.

“Please come in.”

You do as the princess orders. You are so blinded by her beauty and so invested in wondering about that strange feeling that you don’t hear her locking the door behind you.

You really should have expected her bedroom to be prettier since she is a royal, but the design of it all still manages to stn you. Her bedroom chambers are the epitome of simple elegance. The bed is princess-sized framed with gold. Its blue sheets are cleanly spread and smoothed by the maids to fit the large mattress while the pillows resting above them were made from quality fabric and fluff by the royal seamstresses.

Gaeul comfortably sits on the edge of her bed, crossing her legs. Her thighs squish against it, causing you to wish that you were the cloth they are seated upon instead of a living breathing person. “So, did Youngjae tell you what your first duty is?” she asks casually, albeit straight to the point.

“No,” you respond, not bothered by the lack of small talk and introduction. It is no secret that princess Gaeul is quite direct. “But my teachers taught me that a Guardian’s first duty is the princess’ decision.”

The first duty is always approved and given by the princess. The First Act is what it is officially named. To show ultimate obedience and will to protect the princess, a Guardian must do whatever she asks of him as his first duty.

At least, that’s what you remember in class.

“They are right.” Gaeul sounds slightly impressed. She runs her hand through her hair a little as she gazes in the mirror of her bedroom, fixing the unruly strands of blonde and black. “They must have taught you well.”

“They did. I hope that their teachings help me to be of service to you.”

“Let’s see if they do.”

She turns to you finally and leans forward, resting her chin on the flat of her palm. Then, she offers you a question:

“One of the things a Guardian must have is stamina and tolerance, right?”

It took great power and stamina to cross the ocean your teachers reserved for your test, and painstaking tolerance to bear the wounds that were caused by it. So, “That is correct, Your Majesty.”

“I see. But what if, in a time when things go wrong, there were two large boulders pressing against both sides of your head that you must bear to avoid giving away royal secrets to those who wish to overthrow the monarchy? How would you act?”

That’s an odd starter question, but you still try to put yourself in that scenario. Pain from the torture and beatings of your capturers who wish to bring the downfall of the royal family sear through your skin as you sit in a fictional chair with a strange contraption crushing your head. The room is dark and your kidnappers are yelling question after question at you, a deafening ache in your ears.

“I…”

“Yes?” Gaeul prompts, raising her well-groomed eyebrows.

Are you really not fit for this job even after you passed the test? You are becoming less and less confident about your own abilities by the second. “Is there anything like that you’d like me to do, princess?”

“Oh, a milder version, but yes.” She nods. “I just want to see how much you can take if you were truly to be my protector.”

“What can that be?”

“Come here,” she beckons you with a signal of her fingers.

You slowly approach her, trying not to show your uncertainty and obliviousness of what task she wants you to do. Because that’s what a Guardian must do, right? Serve and protect the princess whatever it takes and whatever she asks?

Even when she tells you to kneel on the ground before her and your vision slides from her face to her stomach.

Even when she closes the distance between you and her legs.

Even when she takes your hand in hers and places it on her thigh, right below her shorts.

That is when you catch her drift and actually understand what she is making you do.

You gulp. What is she planning here? And why are you not showing one bit of refusal?

Is this really happening? you ask yourself, as you caress her flexed thigh that is as soft as the pillows that lay on her bed. Gaeul lets out a soft sigh, and when you look up, you see her close her eyes as you softly touch her legs.

You can no longer watch her face when you switch your focus onto her body. Her leather shorts that match the black color of the top of her fighting uniform excel at their jobs of showing off her body. This is the body that you’ve tried not to look at so much when she visits your class, the body that is even more exposed when you take off the “for dignity’s sake” cloth underneath the breast vest, her body that every inch of your skin is vying to press against.

You can’t stop yourself anymore. You press your lips to her tummy and her hip. Feel them jerk beneath your mouth in surprise, but they lean closer so that you can offer her more kisses. Caressing her thigh and rubbing circles on it with your thumb, one of Gaeul’s hands meet the back of your head and do the same to it.

Her palm starts to push your head lower. Without a second thought, you switch your kisses to her lower stomach. She moans a little louder, which coaxes you to kiss her inmer thighs to see her reaction:

An ever-so-vulnerable whimper of pleasure.

“G-Good job.” Gaeul’s face is undeniably red. “That was a good start. But what if we moved on to the actual Act? Can you do that?”

The confidence surges back onto you. You place your hands on the button of her shorts and undo it with a smug grin. “I’d be happy to, princess.”

“Oh?” asks Gaeul, with artificial doubt, as the shorts of her training uniform go down the path that is her long white legs and get to their destination on the floor. Even with its discardal her eye contact is maintained. “But what if you can’t handle me, my Guardian? What if you can’t bear these boulders of mine around your head while your mission is to lick me dry? What if you fail?”

Those are a lot of disappointing possibilities and “What if"s she’s presenting to you, but your self-assurance does not waver even a little. You do not know where you got this much confidence in such little time, but you are quite sure that seeing the princess’ shaved drenched cunt is one of the motivations.

Executed by her royal prettiness, you utter your last words: "I’d like to see you find out.”

섬 참고…

DIVE.

Gaeul’s thighs close around you. Their soft skin blocks your ears and cheeks. They usher you closer to her crotch, letting your lips meet her lower pair. Then they hold you there forever.

Eternity in heaven is nothing compared to eternity in between princess Gaeul’s legs. Beginning the test of stamina, you place your hands over her thighs and eagerly slip your tongue inside her contracting hole, nuzzling the nub with your nose.

Saliva starts to drip from your mouth while wetness leaks from Gaeul’s vagina. The two fluids mix together with the help of you plunging your tongue inside of her. The soft velvety sensation of her walls is one that you gain knowledge of by wiggling your tongue around in circles. In response, she releases sticky juices that attach themselves to your chin.

Delicious. After all those vegetables and bare meals at training, you are glad to finally have a taste of something sweet. You never expected it to be the princess, but hey, you aren’t complaining at all.

Stamina. Stamina almost always has a clear motivation to keep it running. Yours is birthed by two: Kim Gaeul’s delicious pussy and her moans.

You look up at Gaeul and see that her royal elegance does not disappear even in the bedroom. Despite the obvious sexual excitement she’s experiencing, she remains her formal words and her authority. Those characteristics, in your opinion, are just a few of the things that makes her so breathtakingly attractive.

An example:

“Oh my… oh my god.” Gaeul’s breaths start to become more audible now even with her thighs tightly pressing against your ears. She purses her lips together briefly as she plants her hands on her mattress to keep herself steady; the rocking of your tongue inside her hole is guaranteed to have her collapsing.

You aim for the softer parts of her walls, the more sensitive ones. Once you flick a sensitive spot, her thighs immediately close around your head tighter. Her fingers start to cling more desperately to the sheets of her bed too. Finally finding the parts where she’s more sensitive, you make sure to stimulate it by running your tongue side to side on it.

Gaeul whimpers quietly. With each second that passes by with your tongue working its worldess magic inside her, she’s finding it harder and harder to maintain her unbothered attitude. The way that you lap excitedly against that part and lick firmly at her clitoris when you slip your tongue out unlocks some kind of hunger inside her. A greedy desire for more.

With her position as a high-esteemed princess, anything she says and asks of is almost always given to her. The maids automatically change the sheets when their color isn’t to her liking. The royal chef always bakes her her favorite flavor of cake whenever her birthday arrives. And now, she commands her newly promoted Guardian:

“ More.”

She hates how whiny her voice sounds when she says that. On the other hand, you absolutely love it. You love how weak she’s getting because of you, and because she never expected you to actually put effort in your First Act. What she expected to be timid licks at her cunt are instead wild laps that take the shape of every letter in the English and Korean alphabet, every number she can count off her head.

Today, Kim Gaeul learned a lesson that hardly any person in her status can understand: she has bitten off more than what she can chew.

Take things a little further. Your tongue grew tired of its constant thrusting, so after you leave a soft kiss goodbye to her entrance, you place your lips on her nub. Then, you suckle on it as you would to a lollipop.

“Ah, ahhh—!” Gaeul is surprised at the change, but she welcomes it gladly although her hole feels a little empty without your tongue in it. It squeezes over nothing but air as a natural reaction to your unbridled sucking on her clit. “F-Fuck, right there! It…it feels so— good! Oh fuck!”

Unladylike obscenity slips from her mouth as her back arches when she feels a lightly sharper suck. Now her cunt squeezes around a digit you’ve put in unexpectedly. It wiggles around and presses up against the perfect spot, then slides out again only to go right back in.

She starts to rut against your mouth, essentially riding your finger while driving her crotch deeper into your face. The suction of your lips is getting too much, and so is the increasing tightness of her legs around your head, that threatens to crush your skull into pieces.

Still, you remain faithful to your job as her Guardian. You continue to perform the First Act with the same (if not more) power. Gaeul’s moans escalate to outward cries of sheer bliss as your tongue messily fucks itself inside her along with your finger, saliva staining the sides of your mouth while your finger moves and stretches the poor unprepared cunt to its limits.

“I’m cumming!”

Her voice almost cracks because of how high the pitch of her cries are. Her fingers leave their place at her bed and settle at your hair to pull at them furiously, trying to keep your tongue inside her. Her legs cross behind your head making you so buried in between them that you barely have the oxygen to breathe.

And then came the waves.

You have to hold your breath again when waves after waves of juices splash against your lips and finger. Princess Gaeul’s cum lands on the flat of your tongue and causes your finger to wrinkle. Some of the liquid even rolls down your neck. Despite that, you don’t pause the urgent thrusting. Not once.

Your mouth starts to engage in a rough battle with her core. Her hips start to press mkre weight on your chin, and you desperately try to fight back with skilled licks and suckles. The way they’re bucking against your face makes you think that her hips have a pleasure-dazed mind of their own. They pull away and rub themselves deeper in your face all at the same time, wildly moving in stuttering circles and rough pushes.

“Okay, okay!” Gaeul says, pulling you away from her overstimulated pussy. “Okay, you have passed the stamina test! And also a small part of the tolerance!”

After drowning for several minutes in her pussy, you are finally allowed to catch your breath. Although you would have wanted to eat her out to a second orgasm, you are also thankful for the break.

You sit back on your legs on the floor, panting exhaustedly, licking the remnants of cum from your lips.

“Thank you, Y-Your Majesty,” you somehow gathered enough strength to stutter out. Your lungs feel like they lack the air to function, so you struggle to take in enough deep breaths of air. “Have…have I performed my duties well?”

“You’ve done them excellently,” replies Gaeul. “Maybe you are fit to be my Guardian after all.”

Her validation becomes the reason for your wide smile. Even after literally eating out the princess you’ve given years of your life to serve, Kim Gaeul remains your ultimate crush that you’ve written in the back of your notebook and daydreamed about during History class.

The memories of the butterflies flapping in your stomach whenever your class bowed to her during her visits come to mind now as you sit on the floor of her bedroom. You realize you can say that you are quite successful, because not only have you finally become a Guardian; you have also gotten to be Gaeul’s specifically besides the fact that you just gave her head.

Is giving a princess head punishable by law? You have no idea, but you hope it isn’t.

“But you still have my tolerance test to pass,” Gaeul’s voice brings you back to earth. “However, I’m not selfish; you shall also get your own joy out of it.” She throws a quick hinting glance at your erection then winks at you. “Cum hither.”

Gaeul rises from her bed. Her legs quiver a little, but they are stable enough to be able to take her to her dresser table. Using her hands as support, she places them on its edge, sticks out her cute ass, then looks at you expectantly.

Oh. You see what she means now.

Kim Gaeul’s personal tolerance examination might be one of the easiest to pass. You immediately get on your feet and join her.

Her unfaltering sultry gaze makes your stomach hot. You hate how you are barely able to return the eye contact, so you quickly make a fake struggle with the zipper of your pants to be the cause of the lack of it.

Pull down your pants and underwear to loosen the restriction around your legs and your dick. You become self-conscious almost immediately. What if you can’t please her as well with your cock? Are you too small for her? Will you perform this duty well?

But Gaeul’s open mouth of shock quickly washes away some of the self-doubt. “Oh my, you’re quite large,” she quips, watching you close the distance between her and your penis with anticipating eyes. “Be sure to give me a good dicking-down, is that clear?”

The dirtiness of her words even with their royal tone surprises you, but she did make herself quite clear using them. Sometimes formal vocabulary cannot fully express things.

But not even any word in the dictionary can properly give justice to the heavenly feeling that overtakes you when you fit yourself inside of her. Not even simple words like “tight” can do so. The wetness perfectly coats your cock from head to base as it slowly slips inside.

In the mirror, you see Gaeul’s face change. Her jaw drops at the feeling of your dick parting her walls further than she is used to, how its veins perfectly slide against all the right spots. She lets out soft gasps as your cock peeks through her entrance, then makes it way inside slowly.

“Hah, oh shit,” the princess curses. She loces how you fill up every single space inside her. She clenches tightly around your rock hard member and mewls a little. “I feel so full.”

Your dick twitches a little, making her moan out loud. Just like how she’s struggling to get used to your size, you also take on the difficult task of not blowing because of her impossibly tight pussy. “Am I free to move now, Your Majesty?” you ask, remembering to keep the respect and her title when you speak to her.

“Please.”

Obey her orders by pulling back your hips then letting them slam against the princess’ butt. She gasps a little, her pant caught in her throat, and tries to hold back her whines when the slippery wetness makes it easier for you to thrust.

Gaeul’s vaginal walls replace her thighs in testing the new victim: your dick. The tightness brings a groan or two out of you, but what makes you almost moan as loud as Gaeul is seeing her reflection in the mirror.

As you move back and forth behind her, the princess’ eyes lull to the back of her head while her pink lips part a little. Her face changes when you double the thrusts: it becomes surprised, then sinks back into pleasure again. Her facial expressions become even lewder when you dare to place both hands on her breasts and squeeze them.

“ Fuck!” Gaeul practically screams when you start to piston in and out of her. The faster pace catches her off guard, quickly shedding her royal demeanor off like the scales of a snake. Gone is her formal tone and fancy words; her screams reach past the highest pitch and her words become dirty, incoherent.

You pull aside the thin straps of the vest to hold her naked breasts. They’re small handful sizes, but the way they jiggle with the force of your thrusts in the mirror is so hot. Slamming yourself back and forth in her pussy from behind, you circle her cute pink nipples and squeeze them in between your fingers roughly. Her body starts to shy away from your hands because of how sensitive her bosom is but you continue your fondling of them. She lets out a slightly louder shriek when you tease her stomach with your fingertips, making it feel hot and small with your caresses.

Gaeul is almost collapsing from how good it feels: your dick rubbing her G-spot over and over and without relent. “Faster, faster, please!” she begs. “Please, it feels so—!”

You heed her words well. You angle yourself closer to her so that only a few inches of your dick gets out and thrust with more sharpness, practically humping the princess while she struggles to keep herself standing.

The sensitivity she still feels from her last climax starts to spark more heat in her core with your pumping. It makes her whole body grow warm, and the steady pulsing of her throbbing center only increases when you place a finger over her center.

After that, her walls absolutely cling to you, almost like she’s wishing your dick never leaves her. The sheer tightness is enough to bring you to the edge.

“You’re so fucking tight, princess,” you moan. “I don’t think I can go any longer.”

“That’s alright,” Gaeul assures you, ignoring that you just cursed at her. “Ah, because I’m going to cum anytime now. Make sure you fill me up, alright? Please, please, I’m almost there!”

Rub a few more tight circles on her needy clit and Gaeul shuts her eyes and screams so loudly that you become deaf for a good minute. The sounds of wetness squishing and skin clapping are replaced with ringign as Gaeul sees stars. She clenches hard onto your cock as a river of cum meets the semen you steadily pump inside her. You aren’t able to hear the volume of your moans that partner the scene of you furiously fucking Gaeul as if she isn’t a princess at all. The carelessness of your fucking isn’t fit for the gentleness and obedience one must show to a person of her status.

Nevertheless, you have done what she asked you to do: pass her tolerance and stamina tests; complete the First Act; and most importantly, fill her up with your cum.

All those years of training are worth it after all, you think to yourself, as Gaeul collapses in your arms, passed out from your excellent performance of the First Act.