Chapter 471
Chapter 471
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 471
Chapter Title: Kim Katt, the Sword Ki Guy
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The moment I woke up in the morning, I washed up with Karin and Risha, had a simple breakfast, and saw them off to work.
Cloudy was still dead to the world, fast asleep, while Winia finally dragged herself out of bed around then and started preparing breakfast.
"Darkie... the big sisters gone?"
"Yeah, just left. Sleep well, Winia?"
"Yeah... so much... Hug me quick, darkie."
"Heh heh heh. Sure."
Winia came downstairs rubbing her eyes, gave me a quick affection squeeze, then headed off to wash up. But damn, this persistent morning wood was killing me.
"Winia, help me out with this."
I pointed at my raging erection as she came out of the bathroom, pleading with her.
Winia's massive, heavy tits always ignited my lust like nothing else.
"You went at it till dawn, and now the second you open your eyes, you're ready again?"
Winia responded while towel-drying her pink hair.
"Darkie, I love everything about you and it's all amazing, but if we do it, I'll be drained all day. Go ask one of the big sisters."
"Cloudy's asleep. Winia, please, just once."
"No way. I've got stuff to do too. Hold out till night."
"Then just your tits, once."
"Ugh, what am I gonna do with you, my little darkie. You're always hard... Come sit. I'll do it."
"Thanks."
She talked tough, but she always ended up giving me a titjob in the end.
It was just once, so it wouldn't really satisfy me—in fact, it'd probably make my lust boil over even more—but I couldn't keep bugging Winia.
As her soft breasts enveloped me, a warm glow spread through me along with back-melting pleasure.
"Heave-ho... You really love darkie's tits, huh."
"Winia's tits."
"Bull. You love the other sisters' too."
"Yeah, but still."
Winia diligently slid her breasts up and down, rubbing me off. Wasn't this true bliss?
"Winia... gonna cum soon."
"Hold it a sec."
After a good long titjob, she stopped right on cue, got up briefly to grab the alraune's flowerpot, then finished me off with her hand.
*Spurt, spurt.*
I blew my load all over the alraune's petals.
Winia handling me always felt insanely good. I could have her jerk me off all day and never get bored.
"There, there. Good darkie, such a good boy. Yeah, you did great. So much came out."
She praised me, stroking my head as I unloaded heaps onto the petals. It always gave me this weird thrill.
"Wanted to spray it on your tits. You're so mean, Winia."
"Darkie, I just washed up. I want to let you too, but then I'd have to wash again. Anyway, I did it once, so we're good, right?"
"Heh heh heh, yeah."
Winia plopped right down on the sofa and cracked open her magic book.
Looked like the new one she borrowed from the Magic Tower. She was really into it lately.
Just as I busted my ass on swordsmanship and physical training, Winia was deep into her magic practice.
Risha helped with the stuck parts, but growth wasn't easy.
Even I wasn't seeing standout results despite watching Karin blast sword ki nonstop.
*Shing.*
I grabbed the training two-hander I'd leaned against the wall and headed to the backyard.
My swords were all fucked up, so I was thinking of buying a new one, but Karin brought me a training blade from the Swordsmen's Guild.
Use this for now, she said.
Once I got the hang of sword ki, she'd give me one of her old swords. She was putting so much genuine effort into my growth—no bullshit—and it nearly brought tears to my eyes.
I always chased limits, but now I had to surpass them.
*Tear.*
Today's training theme: Sword of Tears.
I launched into my usual brutal backyard conditioning.
My skyrocketed physical stats made for way harsher sessions than before. Muscles bulged bigger, skin toughened. Senses and reactions sharpened like honed blades. I was definitely stronger.
*Whoosh!*
I sprinted full-tilt across the wide yard, lap after lap.
Running like this really highlighted the upgrades. No shortness of breath, no fatigue. Fuck marathons—they were dogshit now.
"Hup!"
Right after an hour-ish run, I jumped into bodyweight exercises. Body mana-reinforced or not, a warrior always hones the flesh.
No matter how much mana overflowed, without muscles to wield it, full power was impossible. That was my belief.
Though, not entirely true.
Cloudy and Karin packed transcendent strength while keeping their feminine curves. Their slender, soft bodies only looked violent in their huge tits and asses.
Yet they wielded monstrous power.
Muscles and mana unrelated...?
Whatever.
I kicked the backyard sandbags and dove into heavy strength training.
Training was supposed to suck, but my boosted stats turned it into mere time investment.
After stamina and strength, barehand combat drills.
*Pa pa pa!*
*Whoosh whoosh!*
"Execution Fist Method."
Warmed up with Execution Fist as always, ran a cycle of Murder Taekwondo's lethal kicks, then circulated Heavenly Demon Divine Arts for real practice.
*Time's flying.*
"Heavenly Demon Sky-Shattering Palm."
Killing monsters barehanded felt easy now. At my level, I might beat Lizette? Not sure. She was a notch above me back then.
But now, I'd have the edge.
Only fighting would tell.
Lizette parried and dodged my offense, whittling my chestplate for a lethal strike. Insane skill. I couldn't replicate it now. As a senior instructor, her technique was legit.
No reason to fight her to the death anymore. Next time I saw her, suggest slum raiding together. Speaking of, that crazy bitch Lizette—hope she doesn't demand to see my dick again later.
"Hoo."
Wrapped up barehand training.
*Drip drip.*
Sweat poured off me.
But no stopping here.
Winia spent her whole morning devouring magic books. So I poured mine into training too. No job meant no slacking—build strength over play.
*Shing.*
Drew my blade.
Swordsmanship practice completed the routine. My rule, no compromises. I assumed a stance, envisioned foes, and danced the blade forms.
*Scree!*
Never dueled a peer swordsman to the death. But my rising realm meant facing such foes soon. One death, and all crumbles. To avoid it, I groveled in training.
*Slash crack!*
From pure physical swings to mana-infused, timing sword ki finishers. All factored in.
"Grr... fuck!"
Wrapped up around noon.
Hours of it left me beat. Gasping, drenched. Gulped nearly a liter of water mid-session. Stomach growling like hell.
"But feels refreshing!"
Now inside for sword ki apple-peeling practice, then done for the day. Up early, but burned the whole morning. Do that, grab some meat.
Then market run, borrow books from library.
Afternoons free. Winia magicking hard, so play with Cloudy.
*Clap clap clap clap clap.*
Lost in thought, applause rained from above.
"Katt, good work. Heh heh heh, that was seriously hot?"
"Oh! Cloudy! When'd you wake up?"
"Hmm... When you started Execution Fist?"
"Heh heh, watched the whole thing."
Looked up—Cloudy leaned out the second-floor bedroom window, top half bare, gazing soulfully. Chin on hand, tits on sill. Oh yeah. Fresh from training, my lust was primed to explode.
But was Cloudy bored lately?
Blood-drunk girl like her got antsy cooped up. Hit the arena quick today?
Headed inside. Cloudy washing up, coming down. Shower on second floor too.
"Whew, beat."
This was my routine since showing the wives sword ki.
No real work, no guild. Mornings training, then errands, bed fun with four wives. Weekends out together.
Utter layabout life.
Spending cash, doing jack.
"Whoa, look at our darkie sweat. Hee hee. Worked hard, huh?"
Winia closed her book, poked my chest and abs with fingertips, teasing.
"Man, it was fucking brutal. Winia, magic progress?"
"Magic ain't easy. Hit a wall? Months sometimes."
"Heh heh heh, you'll breakthrough quick."
"Hee hee. Yeah. Obviously."
I trusted Winia for fast results. Pulled out apple and dagger, said,
"Yeah, but no work lately, body's itchy."
"Darkie wanna work? Why love it so much?"
She sat to watch apple-peeling.
"It's my way."
"Hold up. Do it when I say. You've slaved enough—rest at home. Still train hard anyway? Plenty saved."
"True. Okay, your call."
Winia, Karin, Risha—all wanted me homebound for now.
But true Fusion Confucianism: head can't idle. Time to venture out.
Skip blooding the blade too long, edge dulls. Get out, chop something, spill blood.
Perfect: slum bash some punk kids, earn pocket cash.
Still held grudge from those fucks mobbing me and Lizette.
"Still, lounging makes me antsy... Head should work, y'know. Body itches."
"Rest? You hustle nights plenty. That's enough."
"What?! You see me that way...!"
"Huh?"
I gawked; Winia shrugged off her cardigan casually.
"Ugh, gotta fix your worries with more, huh."
"Yeah. Katt always works hard. No worries? If itchy, play with mama in bed?"
"Sis up."
Cloudy, fresh from shower, chimed in descending.
This pampering? I should bust ass working! Grinned, shook head. Still tasks left.
Sword ki practice first.
"Anyway, darkie, peel that apple quick. Want sweets."
"Heh heh, how's Katt's skill now?"
"You'll see."
Gripped dagger, coated in sword ki. Days in, casting time barely shorter. Just getting the feel.
*Slice, slice.*
Peel stripped with motions. No huge gains. Better than first mangled apple—rough but peeled.
Ugly shape.
But proficiency rising.
*Tss.*
Mana drained, sword ki fizzled mid-peel.
"Katt grows when he tries. Already better."
"Darkie starts fast. Focus?"
"Heh heh heh, thanks. Hey, improving."
Split apple three ways, ate.
"But Cloudy, bored lately? No big trips—quick arena fun?"
Munching, she beamed,
"Mmm... Bloodsport's nice, but watching Katt's best?"
"Gah! Cloudy!"
"Seeing you train... can't hold back. Up to bed with mama? Winia join?"
"Nah. Night for me. You two go."
Grabbed Cloudy's hand, up to second floor.
Evening, Karin and Risha home—dinner, bed time, sleep. Day over.
But damn, life too cushy.
If forced rest, train hard. Probably like this awhile. Month tops—no rush.