Hoaran's Shamanism Lesson (6)
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What the hell was she doing?
After getting my feet stomped by the Fox Stone twice in a row, I finally realized the simple fact that I could just lift it without touching the damn thing. I turned to look at Hoaran.
She'd just skimmed the homework of lifting the Fox Stone and dove straight into her book. Now she was shaking her head wildly, kicking her legs around—putting on all sorts of shows.
She didn't even notice I was watching. Staring at her like that, I wondered.
What the fuck kind of hilarious novel has her this hooked? I'm dying to know.
And that thing Lilith mentioned... martial arts? No, porno arts or whatever?
I was so goddamn curious about the book's contents that focusing on lifting the Fox Stone was a struggle.
Nah, fuck that—let's not lie.
Truth is, my eyes kept drifting away from whatever smutty crap she was reading.
Sure, the story sounded intriguing, but it was Hoaran herself that wrecked my concentration.
Those massive tits jiggling every time she whipped her head around. That short skirt that looked like it might flash her inner thighs if she kicked any harder. And for something supposedly "Eastern-style" clothing, the garter belt crossing her boldly exposed thighs was just...
Anyway, my gaze kept locking onto that shit, making it impossible to lift the fucking Fox Stone.
She's so goddamn hot.
My cock had been rock-hard since yesterday anyway.
She either forgot I was there or didn't give a shit—either way, watching Hoaran so defenseless had my dick throbbing like crazy. Whatever the hell "will" was supposed to be, it shook right along with it, making the drunk-ass Fox Stone wobble up and down like a bitch.
I was gonna lose my mind.
Was she doing this on purpose?
Come to think of it, I'd seen something like this before.
Some book where the guy tames his inner demons or whatever while training next to his naked bombshell master.
Where the hell did I read that...?
Oh yeah.
It was porno arts too.
The protagonist "overcame" his demons by straight-up fucking his master senseless, then hitting post-nut clarity. Like most of that smut, it was all setup for nonstop pounding.
That shit got me hard as fuck.
What if... just maybe... Hoaran was imitating that?
Lilith said she'd read more than one or two of those. Not impossible she'd seen that one too, right?
So maybe all this was her seducing me?
Talking about testing my will and shit, but really just waiting for me to pounce.
Thud...!
The Fox Stone hit the ground as my focus shattered.
The noise snapped me out of it. I shook my head.
Fuck, seriously.
Instead of concentrating, my mind kept wandering to weird shit.
Was it because I'd been fully erect for almost two straight days now? Yesterday, I managed with a wet dream and jerking off twice, so it was bearable. But today, even a second of lapse and this happens.
And Hoaran—she'd only been my master-slash-mom for less than a day.
Yet here I was, cock twitching for her like an idiot.
No more dumb thoughts. Focus...
I picked up the fallen Fox Stone again with my will.
Vrrr...
It vibrated faintly, slowly rising.
But soon enough—around waist height—it got heavy again.
Again.
I'd practiced lifting and dropping it a bunch, but no matter what, I couldn't get it higher than when I used my hands.
Whether touching it or not, it was equally exhausting.
No weight sensation like lifting physically, but the fatigue hit just as hard.
Will builds like muscle with training... right?
If so, this up-and-down grind was part of solving Hoaran's homework. But no guarantee it'd grow—otherwise, it'd just be pointless bullshit.
What even is will, anyway?
"Heart" principles, mind this, mind that—no clue.
Mind is mind. But can you lift shit with it?
Shamanism exists because yeah, and here I was doing it.
But I was lifting the Fox Stone without understanding why.
If it was Hoaran's skirt hem instead of this stupid rock, I'd focus way better.
That teasing edge kept making me wanna flip it up so bad.
And right then—
Whoosh.
The Fox Stone, which hadn't budged no matter what bullshit I tried, rose a bit higher.
"......"
What the fuck.
What did I do?
Wait.
"Wind..."
Shamanism's core is desire, wish, prayer—pure longing. Will infuses it to make it real.
But what is will?
Vague as hell. Nothing special in my book—Hoaran's words never clicked.
Now, though... something clicked. A hint.
What was I just thinking?
Lifting Hoaran's skirt hem would let me concentrate better.
But the Fox Stone rose, not her skirt.
Maybe...
As long as I think "lift," the target doesn't matter?
Hoaran said only "lift with will alone," not "will to lift the Fox Stone."
No way.
Really?
Testing it, I stared at Hoaran.
Still in that outrageously skimpy outfit.
Somehow maintaining perfect poise—no flash despite the short skirt.
I thought: Lift that skirt hem.
Vrrr...
...It worked?
The Fox Stone rose higher than before. I was floored.
But now I got it.
Lifting the Fox Stone wasn't about the stone.
It was the will to lift.
Intense desire.
Please rise— that pure wish mattered more.
(Though it proved my urge to flip Hoaran's skirt beat lifting a rock. Duh.)
Obviously—flipping her skirt beats a dumb stone any day.
Anyway, I had the knack now.
Lift.
Rise.
Carefully, like grabbing and flipping her skirt hem.
"Nngh..."
I knew the trick, but it got heavy faster.
Willpower shortage.
Desire to lift.
Wish, longing...
Lust.
Short on it? Fill it up.
Boost the desire to lift.
What panties was Hoaran wearing under there?
Lowbrow, burning filial piety—imagining my new mom's underwear.
But it amped my urge to flip her skirt.
Motivation from base lust is pure drive—nothing beats it.
And with stronger will, the Fox Stone climbed higher.
Not enough.
Fill more.
Now imagining flipping Lilith's skirt. Easier than Hoaran's—I knew Lilith's panties inside out.
Higher.
The Fox Stone reached my head.
"Hup..."
And fuck, my cock joined in—throbbing hard against my abs.
Can't blame it with these thoughts while "lifting."
Felt kinda retarded.
But results mattered: Fox Stone at head height.
Kept going—not just skirts, but lifting tops, groping those hidden massive tits.
Lifting, kneading Lilith and Hoaran's breasts at will.
With that thought, the Fox Stone rose above my head.
"Oh. Ohhh...! Got it!"
It works!
Just hold for 15 minutes.
I yelled without thinking. Hoaran finally looked up from her book, mouth agape.
"Y-You lifted it?"
What?
She reacted like I'd done the impossible. As I opened my mouth—
Snap.
Something broke in my head.
Drip...
Something ran from my nose to my lips.
Salty. Metallic.
Blood...?
"Hanjo...?!"
Fuck, what the hell.
Nosebleed gushing. Not normal.
Dizzy as fuck.
Legs buckled; Fox Stone crashed. I'd barely held 10 seconds. As I toppled backward, Hoaran caught me, pulling me into her embrace.
"Ngh..."
Her tits against my face—insanely soft.
Softer than her tails.
Lost in those plush mounds, her voice rang in my ear.
"Impressive, Hanjo. Even I didn't expect you'd lift it in less than a day... But overdoing it leads to ruin."
Overdoing...
Ah, yeah. Pushed too hard.
I thought it was just nosebleed from dirty thoughts.
She stroked my cheek, still holding me.
Her forehead touched mine—cool.
"You're feverish. Not severe, but best to end today's training here."
"...Just a nosebleed?"
Never this bad, but as a kid, I bled buckets from hits or whatever.
No whining over a little blood.
Hadn't held 15 minutes yet.
But she bonked my forehead lightly, stern-faced.
"Didn't you hear? Something snapped in your head."
Oh...
Yeah, I did.
"The Heart Gate opening. In martial arts, it's the upper dantian."
Upper dantian...?
Aren't those last to open? Like pinnacle realm shit.
Seeing my confusion, she explained.
"Martial arts open from bottom up, sequentially. Shamanism reverses: top-down. Starts at 'Heart,' then 'Ki,' ends at 'Body.'"
She wiped my flowing nosebleed.
"Heart Gate open means you're a shaman now, Hanjo. You'll see the unseen, feel the unfelt."
What?
Gonna see ghosts now?
"For example... do you see this?"
Couldn't ask what.
A massive fox loomed behind her—crouched, nine golden tails swishing.
Golden fur, golden eyes.
Licking its chops, staring at me.
"A shaman's gift: perceiving essence. And shamans see it."
Essence.
So that's Hoaran's true form?
"...No, Hanjo. Not my true appearance. Merely my energy's essence—as a celestial fox, it takes this shape."
She preempted my thought.
Whew.
I'd half-thought the fox was real Hoaran, this her disguise.
Good—these tits are real.
No, not that.
"Anyway, opening the Heart Gate on day one? Your talent is extraordinary. Took me three days."
Oblivious to my thoughts, she softened, petting my head proudly.
Never admitting I lifted it fantasizing their panties and skirts.
"Excellent. Truly. Rest well today—tomorrow, next stage."
"No."
One day off, then harder shit? Already dying.
"...You dislike it?"
Couldn't say yes to her sad face.
"...Fuck it, let's do it."