Hoaran's Shamanism Lesson (4)
"...A healthy body brimming with vitality isn't a bad thing at all. A flesh full of life is surely a good thing, never a bad one."
I pressed my forehead even harder against the floor as I heard Hoaran let out a deep sigh.
This was the full-on, dead-serious dogeza apology I'd taught Sati too.
Normally, you'd lift your legs up at this point, but I hadn't had time to tie my belt, so I couldn't go that far.
If I pulled that shit now, it'd just flop around and cause another disaster.
Fuck, even worse.
Even after jerking one out, my cock was still rock-hard.
What the hell do I do?
The erection wouldn't go down.
I was truly fucked.
In every goddamn sense of the word.
"However... Hanjo, that's only good if you can control it with your own will. Uncontrolled abundance just overflows, nothing more."
"...I'm sorry!"
With ten mouths, I'd still have nothing to say, so I just kept apologizing. Hoaran spoke to me.
"Enough with the apologies... It was partly this lady's fault too."
Hoaran's fault?
Was there such a thing?
If coming to check on me because I wasn't cumming easily while jerking off, only to get a faceful of semen, counted as her fault, then sure—but who the hell would see it that way?
It was absurd.
Yet Hoaran said it like that, trying to forgive me.
If it were Lilith, she'd have stomped on my head by now.
Well, she never actually had, but anyway—in a situation where Lilith would've done that, Hoaran's words stirred a deep conflict in my heart.
What the hell.
This kindness.
I didn't know how to handle Hoaran's gentleness, something Lilith lacked. Hell, if she'd just cursed me out, it might've been better—instead, my already crushing guilt only intensified.
Just curse me out, please.
I didn't have that kink, but getting yelled at would've eased my mind more.
"Really, I'm truly sorry...!"
"I said the apologies are enough. It's in the past, and I've forgiven you—why keep at it?"
No, but.
Forgiven just like that with an apology? No way.
I'd blasted her with cum, for fuck's sake.
If I were Hoaran, I'd have slapped the shit out of him.
Not full force—that might kill—but a solid half-kill slap.
Even I thought that much was fair, yet here she was forgiving me with just words. Unreal.
It was weird for the apologizer to think he deserved more punishment, but I'd done something that warranted it.
Anyway, that's how it was.
"...Fine. If you insist on punishment from this lady to soothe your heart."
I heard the light footsteps of Hoaran approaching.
"Stand up."
At her words as she stopped in front of me, I awkwardly got to my feet.
Still covering my raging hard-on with my hand, Hoaran stared right at me.
Just stared.
"Uh, I'm up?"
She'd apparently wiped it off while I was face-down after the mess, so her cum-splattered state was spotless now. Seeing her blankly staring at me, I spoke up.
"Uh, ahem."
She flinched at my words, startled, then cleared her throat loudly.
"A-anyway, Hanjo. This lady will now administer your punishment."
She said that with a serious gaze fixed on me. I swallowed hard.
Slap incoming?
Or a chop to the crown?
A kick would hurt like hell.
I wanted forgiveness but preferably pain-free—conflicted as fuck, waiting for her next words. Then Hoaran spoke.
"Become this lady's disciple."
"...Huh?"
That's the punishment?
Becoming Hoaran's disciple as punishment? Absurd.
One of the twenty-two heroes—lines of people would kill to be her disciple. Handing it out as punishment? What kind of joke was that?
"You think this lady's words strange, don't you?"
Reading my reaction, she continued.
"But once you start learning shamanism from this lady, those words will ring true. This lady's training is strict!"
No.
I had nothing to say to Hoaran confidently puffing out those massive tits.
Someone who didn't even get mad after a sudden cumshot—who seemed like a saint—how strict could she be?
"And... becoming this lady's disciple will surely be punishment for you, Hanjo."
"Why the hell?"
I had to ask. She giggled at me.
"You'll know... in time."
Not telling me, huh.
Teasing me into insanity as part of the punishment?
Anyway...
With her going this far, demanding real punishment would just be a hassle.
"Got it. I'll be your disciple... no, I will."
"Mm, wise choice."
Hoaran nodded sternly.
"It's fitting to rename a disciple, but Kang Hanjo is a fine name with good meaning—no need to change it. Thus, this lady first declares to her new disciple Hanjo:"
I didn't know what to expect, but I straightened up at her serious tone.
Still awkwardly covering my cock, though.
Hoaran glanced at me again, cleared her throat, and spoke.
"Hanjo."
"Yes, Master."
That should work, right? She shook her head.
No?
Should it be 'Shifu' or something?
As I wondered, Hoaran said:
"From now on, call this lady 'Mother'."
Mommy.
Now I had two.
After hearing Hoaran's explanation, I understood why becoming her disciple was punishment for me.
In her world, learning shamanism meant taking the master as parent.
Conversely, the teacher took the disciple as child.
It forged parent-child bonds.
Shamanism could only be passed through such ties, by tradition.
So when we first met and she offered to take me as disciple, saying it was fine to see her as mother...
She'd meant it literally.
I'd refused back then because Lilith was already my adoptive mom, but now...
Under the guise of punishment, she'd made me her disciple. Even if I hadn't known, backing out now would be a dick move.
And I'd be the one fucked for it.
Mom double-booked.
With Lilith already mom, adding Hoaran meant Lilith—who came first—would have every right to stretch me on the rack if she found out.
Fuck.
I was truly fucked.
The white-haired lady was scary as hell too, but she'd only come after sending Lilith away.
Now I'd pissed off that Lilith.
Real punishment, yeah.
But what could I do?
Deal was done.
Couldn't back out now.
Couldn't go home either.
If I did and the white-haired lady smiled, saying "Back already?" what then?
I had to hole up here till Lilith showed...
"What now, Mas—"
"Ahem."
"...Mother."
I'd reserved a future of endless nagging from Lilith, but no choice now.
"Mm, sounds good. Take care of you from now on. Anyway..."
Hoaran's gaze flicked down again.
By now, I knew where it landed.
Since it was like this anyway, might as well explain. I told her everything.
Getting level drain from becoming Lilith's child.
The gift awakening somehow.
And whatever side effect, the endless erection.
I'd jerked off thinking my cock might necrotize.
Embarrassing as fuck to say.
But we were mother-son now, right? Supposed to share everything?
Moms know that stuff.
I'd seen a TV show where the family celebrated a son's first wet dream—surely this was fine?
Hoaran nodded at my story.
"Indeed, now that I look... yes, ahem... ki is gathered there."
Ki.
Another name for mana.
Lilith said you'd need close inspection to spot gathered mana, so probably not much in my cock.
Yet they'd called it a strong gift.
Strong relative to the mana amount, maybe.
"Anyway, good. If that's the gift's doing... learning shamanism from this lady will fix it."
"Really?"
"Verily. Shamanism's basics: master the heart, master ki, temper the body. A gift is essentially a body part transformed by gathered ki."
Her tails rose, tips sharpening into awls, drills, fists, scissors—every shape imaginable.
"Learning shamanism allows simple body transformations... control, mastery."
So, shamanism would let me control erections at will.
Sounds great, but.
Big cock had perks, but dispenser haters of huge dicks or small frames tanked my ratings.
If I could resize at will, client pool explodes.
Fucking awesome.
No.
Fuck.
My dispenser-polluted brain kept veering that way.
Get out of my head!!!
No work for a while anyway—no need for job zeal.
I shook my head wildly to banish work thoughts.
"Anyway, you can fix this?"
"Verily. Depending on how diligently you learn... your talent... with a manifested gift, no worries there. Next is..."
Hoaran approached, tapped my forehead with a finger.
Prod.
Stroking my forehead, she said:
"How well you follow this lady's guidance."
"...What first?"
Rubbing the spot her finger touched, I asked. She smiled.
"The first day calls for rest—centuries-old tradition."
Tradition... what?
More importantly.
No training today? Then what about this?
Leave it hard all day and it rots?
As I worriedly eyed my unrelenting erection, Hoaran caught on.
"No need to fret. Your... thing is..."
"Just say it straight. Mother."
We were mother-son now—no holding back.
Mothers talk cock with sons, right?
Should be fine.
Some moms tie their son's dick with rubber bands for jerking off—this was tame.
"Ahem, then... Hanjo, your member looks fine—no issues. Ki flows smoothly, blood circulates without blockage."
Uh, that's weird.
I'd studied a bit.
Erections block blood flow; prolonged ones cause necrosis.
But circulating?
"Isn't that off?"
"Now that you mention, yes."
Theoretically, if true.
My cock shouldn't even be erect by theory, but anyway—with blood flowing and circulating while hard...
Infinite erection, basically.
Not normal.
Something's wrong.
Body issue for sure.
"...The gift manifested in your member, yes?"
I nodded at Hoaran's question.
"Hmm... Indeed, I see why your member is like this."
"Really?"
"Mm. This lady's knowledge is shallow here, not certain... but gifts tend to strengthen in the host's life crises."
Life crisis.
Strengthening.
Reminded me of the mysterious werewolf power surging while fleeing the white-haired lady.
"Ah..."
"Something come to mind?"
"Yeah, roughly."
"Then it's certain. That phenomenon... your manifested gift strengthened in crisis, beyond control—it's rampaging."
"Rampaging how?"
Cock rampage? Scary shit.
"Don't worry—it's just scattering its power around... But Hanjo, what ability does your gift grant?"
"Ability?"
I barely knew.
Roughly mental resistance—strong enough to shatter Lilith's dream magic, basically immunity—plus physical enhancement.
She nodded as I explained.
"Mm, then your member... part of enhanced physical ability. Includes boosted libido."
That so?
Good—no body issues, then.
"...B-but. Is that all?"
"Huh? Yeah."
Nothing else mentioned.
She hummed, nodding thoughtfully.
Problem?
"...No worries. It's not... serious."
Good, then.
But her face was oddly flushed.
"You sure it's fine? Didn't overdo it back then...?"
"It's fine. Don't fret. This lady wasn't harmed a speck."
Okay, then.
No need to push.
"But really nothing today?"
"First day rest—hundreds of years tradition."
"Can't beat tradition."
Fine, crash hard.