Today's Rainy Lesson with Master Ye-hwa (Part 1)
Next day, rain fell. The spring drizzle was heavier than usual, the lines of raindrops thick and relentless.
After finishing breakfast, the three of us gathered in Ye-hwa’s room to drink tea.
The iron-guanyin tea I had brought back from the Murim League, generously supplied by the league’s master grandfather.
Ye-hwa’s room was not as grand as Se-ryeong’s. The white plastered walls stood bare and exposed without wallpaper, and the furniture had only been lacquered cleanly with no extra ornamentation.
Instead, the empty feeling was softened by several beautiful paintings and calligraphic works on the walls, chosen to match Ye-hwa’s taste.
Overall, the room carried a refined, elegant atmosphere that felt more like a literati’s study than a martial artist’s bedroom—simple yet full of classical charm.
While I enjoyed the rich aroma of the orchid-scented tea and gazed out at the bamboo forest glistening with mist and rain, a certain sense of poetic charm filled the air.
“I’m sorry, Se-ryeong. Because I didn’t know you well enough and still spoke those words, you suffered greatly.”
Yesterday, after hearing Se-ryeong’s story of how she had trusted my words and rushed into my room only to be pinned beneath me, Ye-hwa had looked incredibly apologetic.
“Please don’t apologize. Even if this girl hadn’t come to you of her own will, the master would have stormed into this girl’s room to quench his surging lust.”
“You know me well. As expected, our little bitch is sharp. I’ll reward you for that.”
I reached out and stroked Se-ryeong’s hair.
She puffed out her cheeks in a pout but didn’t protest, saying not to treat her like a dog.
She must have decided to simply give in now.
Still, the bad mood lingered, so she drained her teacup in one gulp and rose from her chair.
“I’ve had my fill of tea, Ye-hwa. I’ll go back to my room and finish the novel I was reading.”
After Se-ryeong left, only Ye-hwa and I remained.
Ye-hwa let out a long sigh.
“Haa… Even now I still don’t understand why the league master entrusted the Jade Dragon Talisman to someone like the master.”
I chuckled.
“A slave like you dares to speak so recklessly before the master’s face and still get to keep your eyes… That’s exactly the high-minded character I’ve been showing you.”
“Does it really satisfy you every time to use such humiliating titles? You forget that we can call ourselves slaves because we keep the oaths we swore on our honor. If you’re a martial artist who values honor, you should treat us with far more respect than you do now.”
Her words stirred genuine resentment inside me.
In my previous life, Ye-hwa had been the one who helped me craft the specific setting for the cold, ruthless slave master I was playing.
And the exact title she demanded I use when addressing slaves was “despicable cunt slave,” shortened to “cunt.”
But no matter how I thought about it, that wasn’t a title a person should have to use, so I refused and suggested calling them something cute and affectionate instead—like little bitch and milch cow.
She had insisted that when I called her and Se-ryeong that way, my voice lost its cold, ruthless edge.
If I wanted to stay in character, I had to mix in the word “slave” at the end, which was exactly why we were doing it now.
I gritted my teeth and kept playing the cold slave master while ignoring the itch in my mouth that begged me to tell the truth.
“You’re being greedy. You don’t know what kind of fate awaits women who become slaves to a colorist.”
“I do. When I followed my grandfather on the jianghu tours, I often saw them—pitiful women whose bodies and hearts were completely broken by the colorist’s hands.”
“If you know, stop grumbling and devote yourself to serving me with all your heart.”
“That’s exactly why I’m here now. I’m using my slave’s loyalty to lead the master down the path of righteousness.”
“Here we go again. You’re threatening to kill me in a year, yet you still waste your breath like this?”
“The world is full of variables. I hope we can succeed in our revenge against you and Se-ryeong in a year… but it won’t be easy. And if we can’t, it certainly won’t be because of anyone but that Muwon Assassin. Honestly, if the master decides to run away, I don’t think I could catch him even if I tried.”
Ye-hwa sipped her teacup with the same elegant grace she showed when painting.
“Even if I got the chance to fight the master, I might still lose to the perfected Honwonbaekroegong. And who knows, maybe before that I’ll be completely conquered by the master’s sorcery. So I’m preparing the backup plan.”
She spoke calmly, assuming the worst-case scenario and weighing every next step. Watching her, I involuntarily recalled the Sword Empress’s brilliant strategy that had led our side to victory in the Blood Cult war.
“If I can’t kill the master in a year, at the very least I’ll tame him so he uses the mighty power of Honwonbaekroegong for the sake of the world and turns him into a true hero of righteousness.”
Oh… Ye-hwa noona is still the same.
That unyielding chivalry of hers—treating the world’s peace as her own personal affair—was truly admirable.
While thinking that, I forced my face into a stiff, unpleasant expression.
“Hah. You slave dares to harbor such grand ambitions. The most idiotic and laughable thing I’ve heard in my life is turning me into a hero of righteousness.”
“Exactly. It’s a difficult task that would have nothing to say even if I mocked you. But it’s not impossible. The master may be deeply immersed in demonic arts, but he doesn’t seem like a villain whose heart is utterly rotten.”
“Those who rot to the core and commit evil deeds are rare. Most people are simply swept away by uncontrollable desires and only commit evil. No matter how pure the heart, anyone with strong desire can become a villain.”
When I finished speaking, she stared at me for a moment, then smiled.
Her smile was so beautiful that my lips nearly curled in spite of myself.
Ah, focus, Mu-hwi.
“No matter how you look at it, you listen to my words well.”
She continued speaking to me in a softer tone.
“The master is right. Humans are creatures who easily fall into wrong desires. Martial artists who live without laws are even more so. That’s why it’s important to establish a hero who supports us and prevents our hearts from swaying with wrong desires. And furthermore…”
Honestly, none of it was interesting.
I had already heard every word from Ye-hwa in my previous life.
But her voice—beautiful as a lark—calmed my heart just by listening, and I sat quietly like someone appreciating music.
After about half a shijin, though, the stimulation began to feel good.
I raised one hand and spoke to her.
“Hey, Master Ye-hwa. I have a question for the lesson.”
“Master? Ahahaha, the master~”
She chuckled lightly and answered with a very kind voice.
“Yes, student Mu-hwi. What would you like to ask?”
“Teacher’s lewd body is getting so itchy that I can’t concentrate on the lesson. What should I do about it?”
“……”
The atmosphere dropped instantly.
Her cold gaze pierced my face, which was still trying to smile smugly.
“Hold it in. It is unforgivable to satisfy lust against the teacher during this sacred lesson time.”
“You don’t know, do you, teacher? That’s exactly why it’s making me itch more.”
I stepped closer and lowered my pants, letting out my erect cock.
Seeing it twitch in front of her, Ye-hwa shrank her shoulders in disgust.
“Uuu…”
“As the great teacher Ye-hwa, you must naturally use your hands to calm this beast so I can listen to your sermon with a clear mind, right?”
Ye-hwa hesitated for a moment, then let out a short sigh.
“Haa… I guess I have no choice. To tame a colorist like the master, one must bear a certain amount of debauchery…”
I took her hand and led her to the bed.
I sat upright on the edge of the mattress, and she lay down beside me, resting her head on my leg.
Then I placed my cock in her mouth and she began serving it.
“Chuuuueup… churup… jjuueup… jjuuuwup…”
Swaaaaa—
The sound of her sucking my cock mixed with the pattering rain outside formed a strangely erotic harmony.
My hand stroked her hair while the other slipped under her clothes to caress her breast, savoring the sweet pleasure rising from below.
“You’re using your mouth so well now. As expected of the teacher Ye-hwa.”
“Chuuuup…! Jjubwup…! Jjueupjjuup…!”
Hearing my praise, she stopped chattering and started sucking even harder, as if scolding me for talking too much.
At the same time, her clever hand began gently massaging the base of my cock and my balls.
Every time I pinched and twisted her nipples, she let out a bewitching moan and her hips trembled.
“Haueung…”
Wanting to pull away quickly myself, I soon felt my orgasm rising fast.
When I pressed her head down firmly, she cleverly brought her throat close to my glans and sucked the entire length of my cock all the way down in one long pull.
Then came my release.
Burol— burol— bururit—
She swallowed every drop of my thick cum, gulping it down with loud, wet sounds.
After pulling my softening cock out of her mouth, she took a moment to catch her breath.
“Huuu…”
Ye-hwa sat up, straightened her posture, and looked at me.
“Is that enough? Then let’s begin the lesson again, student Mu-hwi.”
With a businesslike air, as if nothing had happened, she tried to return to the stern atmosphere of a proper lesson.
But she had overlooked one important detail.
Unlike the perfectly composed appearance from a moment ago, her hair and clothes were now a complete mess.
Her disheveled blouse had slipped open enough to bare one breast completely.
Her face was no better—her lips and chin smeared with saliva, cheeks flushed a faint red.
Despite all that, the sight of her trying to maintain an aloof teacherly attitude was too pitiful and endearing, and the dark desire inside me ignited into flames.
When she saw my cock rising again, she jumped in shock.
“W-what is it?! Why is it alive again?!”
I laughed softly and told her.
“Listen well, Master Ye-hwa. If you used your upper mouth, you must use your lower one too—that’s the rule in the jianghu.”