Chapter 1 — The Abbot's Daughter

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are the product of the author's imagination. All characters are adults aged 18 or over.

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I can barely remember her face now, but I still carry one beautiful memory.

Daniel Park, who loved hanging out with friends, was about to enlist in the military. As a university freshman, he wanted to make this summer vacation especially meaningful, so he and his friends had planned a trip.

"Kil-soo~ Did you bring the tent? And why the hell isn't Byung-ho here yet? Damn it! He always does this..."

Kil-soo, Byung-ho, and I—childhood friends—boarded a bus headed for the mountains. Though I'd seen these rural landscapes countless times, today they looked breathtakingly beautiful. As we rode along, even the children splashing in the stream seemed heartwarming, and the farmers laboring under the scorching sun felt like they were welcoming our journey.

We finally got off the bus at the foot of the mountain. It was already lunchtime, so we boiled ramen by the stream, then shouldered our heavy backpacks and began climbing the steep trail.

After a grueling hike, we reached an old temple near the summit and searched for a place to pitch our tent. But aside from the temple courtyard, there wasn't a single spot suitable.

"Hey… Daniel, let's just turn back. There's another temple nearby—we can check it out, then head down."

Kil-soo, who claimed to have climbed this mountain twice before, insisted camping here was impossible and wanted to descend.

Truthfully, temples meant nothing to us on this trip. But we followed Kil-soo's lead, trudging back along a narrow mountain path to a smaller, quieter temple rarely visited by people.

"Hey, instead of going all the way down, let's just pitch our tent in the courtyard here. We should at least ask."

The sun was still above the western hills, but it was already nearing seven. Thinking we had nothing to lose, we approached the abbot, fully expecting to be turned away.

"Uh… I'm really sorry, but… could we possibly pitch our tent here in the courtyard just for tonight?"

We pleaded, already knowing the answer.

"Aha… Well, it's quite inconvenient, but I can't just refuse outright. Very well, you may stay just for tonight."

We erupted in cheers, bowing repeatedly to the abbot before rushing to set up our tent.

Beside the temple, icy-cold water gushed from the mountain, so cold it made your teeth ache. We drew some to cook dinner—just a simple potato stew with chili paste. After eating, we lay sprawled on the ground, massaging our aching legs.

"Um… Here, have some…"

A soft, melodious voice came from outside the tent. Without hesitation, we all poked our heads out.

There stood a young woman with long, straight hair falling to her shoulders, holding steaming ears of corn.

"Oh, thank you so much! Please, come in for a moment!"

I said it as a polite gesture, but she, perhaps lonely from living at the temple, smiled sweetly and entered the tent without hesitation.

Darkness had fallen, so we lit candles and got a better look at her. Her clothes were plain, even rustic, but her face was undeniably beautiful—someone you could show off anywhere.

As we ate the corn, she smiled gently, and we all found ourselves drawn to her. Hui-a, as she introduced herself, didn't seem to mind our attention. She even taught us a few lines of scripture, and we spent a pleasant while together.

"Well then, I should go now. You all rest well."

After Hui-a left, our conversation briefly circled around her, but exhaustion soon silenced us. Only the occasional cry of a distant cuckoo broke the stillness. The tent was wrapped in quiet. Kil-soo and Byung-ho were already snoring loudly, but I couldn't sleep. Hui-a's face lingered in my mind.

The moonlight was bright, nearly full. Unable to rest, I unzipped the tent and wandered outside. The temple's solitude unsettled me, and as I turned back, I saw through the open door of the farthest room—Hui-a, asleep, the very sight that had kept me awake.

She lay sprawled, one leg thrown over the other, pillow tossed aside. I crept closer, muffling my footsteps, drawn to the doorway. Peering in, I saw her lying alone—only a tank top and panties on, her smooth thighs fully exposed, breathing steadily.

***

Was this what sneaking a peek felt like? I gulped, my throat dry, my whole body trembling. Her breasts, partially hidden under her arm, her white thighs, and the taut curve of her ass beneath her panties—my cock swelled instantly. My mind went blank. My heart pounded. Without thinking, I slipped off my sneakers.

***

The tiny creak of the wooden floor as I stepped onto the porch sounded deafening. My heart dropped. I darted into the room, pressing myself against the corner, watching Hui-a. She didn't stir—her breathing remained deep and even.

***

I slowly, carefully closed the door. The faint click echoed loudly in my ears. On tiptoes, I approached her sleeping form and reached out, touching her calf with trembling fingers.

Was it the cold mountain air from the open window? Her skin felt icy. I no longer heard the distant cuckoo or the chirping of insects. The room was filled only with the pounding of my heart, my ragged breaths, and the faint tremble of my own body.

My hand slid from her calf up her thigh, finally resting on her ass, still covered by loose cotton panties.

"Uh… hhh… hmm~~"

She shifted slightly, groaning. I panicked, twisting my body and dropping to a crouched position. Perhaps from the cold, she had curled up earlier, but now, with the room warming, she lay flat on her back.

From my crouched position, I propped myself on one elbow, trembling, and placed my palm on her hip bone. Gently, I moved it toward the center. Soon, I felt the firm mound beneath my hand. I stopped at the edge of a small rise and pressed lightly—it felt solid, bony.

She remained deeply asleep. Emboldened, I slid my palm lower. Then, my fingertips brushed the soft beginning of her secret valley.

"Hhh… hhh… hup!!"

The sound of my swallowing and trembling breaths roared in my ears like thunder. I looked up at her face and pressed my fingers, absorbing the sensation of her pussy.

She didn't wake. My desire grew—I wanted to feel her soft skin. I lifted my hand from her panties and moved it to the elastic waistband. I gently pulled up her tank top and slipped my fingers inside.

The moment my fingertips touched her bare skin, my body trembled again. My breath rose to my throat. My hand, barely inside the waistband, was slick with sweat and shaking pitifully.

Yet my hand kept moving downward. Then, my fingers touched something—coarse. Her pubic hair.

I felt my scalp prickle.

I moved lower, my palm nearly covering her pubic mound, and pressed gently. But my eyes never left her face. My other arm, propped on the floor, had gone numb and now throbbed with pain. Her disheveled hair, her slightly parted lips—her breath still even.

My hand moved past her pubic hair, lower now. Then I felt it—the soft, fleshy part I'd sensed through her panties earlier.

The start of her valley. As my fingers touched it, a high-pitched ringing filled my ears, and I blanked out for a moment.

A little more… a little deeper… My fingertips brushed something firm, like a small acorn. Below it, I felt not sweat from my palm, but another kind of dampness—moist, slick.

My cock, already rock-hard, felt numb, ready to burst.

My body ached. My hand, inside her panties, grew bolder—plunging deeper in one motion.

I reached her secret spring. My fingertips were coated in her sticky wetness.

I carefully circled the spot with my fingertips, caressing gently, then slowly pushed one finger into her hole.

"Hhh… euup!!"

A warm, slippery sensation flooded my fingertip. I gasped, swallowing hard. My entire body was soaked in sweat. My chattering teeth stilled. I no longer knew what I was doing. Only the slick warmth of her pussy and the heat on my fingertips remained in my mind.

But at some point, her slightly parted lips had tightened. Had she woken? If she screamed now…

Fear gripped me. But she didn't move.

I gently moved my finger inside her, lost in fantasy.

***

A sound like thunder crashed in my ears. It wasn't me. Had Hui-a woken?

Paralyzed by fear, I froze, holding my breath.

My mind raced. If caught, I might be beaten to death.

After a tense silence, I grew bolder. I moved my hand more freely inside her panties, sliding up and down her slippery pussy. I pushed my finger deeper into her hole.

As my hand moved more vigorously, her thighs twitched—she was definitely awake.

Something snapped in my mind. I stood, grabbed the waistband of her panties, and pulled them down.

"Uh… uh… uh… nn~~ Ah hhh nn~"

She shifted as if in her sleep, but it felt like she was helping. Once her panties were off, she pressed her thighs together and lay flat.

Moonlight streaming through the door made her body look even more beautiful. Her pubic hair, thick and lush in the pale light, looked like a blooming flower.

Though the light was dim, I gently spread her thighs to see.

She must have felt shy—she pretended to sleep but weakly resisted, tensing her thighs. But it was futile. Her resistance faded quickly.

Between her white thighs, her secret valley stretched long and smooth—more beautiful than any artwork.

The moment I saw it, despite never having watched porn, I felt an overwhelming urge to kiss her. I leaned in, pressing my lips to her crotch.

She flinched, closing her legs.

A sharp, pungent smell—like poorly dried squid—hit my nose. I grimaced. But something inside me made me dart out my tongue and taste her pussy.

"Ha… haat!! Haa aa~"

She pulled her knees tightly to her chest and finally let out the ragged breath she'd been holding. When I spread her thighs again with both hands, she didn't resist.

Though the smell was strong, I didn't mind. I buried my face in her pussy again.

Now, a thick, sticky liquid was flowing freely from her deep spring.

"Jjoo~~~ ju~ hoo ru ru ru~"

"Uh~~ uh~~ uh~~ hhh uh~"

As I licked her pussy with my tongue, she moaned, her hips jerking. I stood, starting to undress.

Hui-a, still pretending to sleep, must have known what was coming.

In seconds, I was naked, my cock fully erect. I lifted her tank top.

She wasn't wearing a bra. As I raised it, her full, luscious breasts sprang into view. I pulled one side over her arm. She pretended to sleep, relaxing her arm, making it easy to remove.

What more words were needed between Hui-a, naked and pretending sleep, and me, charging forward with a raging cock? I gripped one of her full breasts with one hand and sucked her nipple like a baby nursing.

"Jjoo~~~ok!! Jjoo~~~ook!!"

"Uh… uh… uh… hhh uh~ hhh uh hhh uh~"

When my tongue touched her, she squirmed slightly, then burst into moans. Her lips stayed tightly shut, but the sounds escaping through her nose only aroused me more.

Finally, I slid between her spread thighs, my cock—hard enough to snap—pressed against her pussy. Her body shuddered violently. Her soft, closed eyes clenched shut.

"Uh… uh… uyk!! Kk eu~ uyk!! Uu uu u~"

She bit her lips tightly, letting out a loud cry of pain. Frightened, I covered her mouth with my hand. Though silent, she pushed against my chest.

But it was too late.

My cock had already plunged deep inside her.

"Prr eu eu~~ hzz mm eu~~oo~~ hhh eu eu eep!!"

From behind my hand, her muffled sounds seemed to say stop, but it was too late. My cock was already thrusting up and down, sliding in and out of her slick, secret hole.

Her eyes, tightly shut in pain, suddenly opened. The hand that had been pushing me away moved to my back, pulling me tightly against her.

From her mouth came sounds I couldn't tell—were they cries of pain or moans of pleasure?

My body, pent up for so long, heated rapidly. I could feel my climax approaching.

I had no control. I had no plan. I came—deep inside her pussy.

My face and body were drenched in sweat. I stayed still for a while, buried in her, then slowly pulled out, collapsing beside her with arms wide open, staring at the ceiling, catching my breath.

"Hyung… will you come again tomorrow?"

"Uh… huh."

"You'll come back, right?"

"I don't know… I'm going into the military..."

Hui-a fell silent, clearly heartbroken.

"Can't you… leave me your address?"

"Yeah… I'll give it to you tomorrow morning before we leave. Will you write?"

I got dressed and stepped outside. The cold mountain wind blew against my sweaty skin, refreshingly cool.

The next morning, we ate breakfast, packed up our tent in a hurry, and descended the mountain. But I had completely forgotten to give her my address.

Regret gnawed at me, but we were already far down the mountain. Later, after enlisting, I took leave and returned to the temple—but she was gone.

The abbot told me,"That girl ran away from home." He said he hadn't heard from her since.