Chapter 9
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 9
Chapter Title: 4. Master and Disciple (2)
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"Huaaang!!! Haaaah!!!"
Heinkel had promised to teach her the mana cultivation method, but instead, he suddenly thrust his cock deep into Charlotte's pussy.
In truth, there was a reason for Heinkel's outrageous(?) behavior.
The standard mana cultivation method was essentially the same as the qi circulation techniques from martial arts tales.
It involved circulating mana through the meridians starting from the mana core, converting the naturally accumulated mana in the body into mana stored in the dantian.
These days, it had evolved further. The cultivation methods used by the royal family or prestigious houses detailed how to perform the Lesser Heavenly Circuit, then the Greater Heavenly Circuit, which acupoints to unblock, and the precise paths to follow—all uniquely tailored, efficient, and stable for each method.
That was why older, renowned families produced so many exceptional knights.
But the Lust Demon's mana cultivation method didn't require any of that theory.
Greater Heavenly Circuit? Lesser Heavenly Circuit? No need—just fuck away.
Which acupoints to pass through? Lust Arts didn't care. It focused solely around the perineum—for men, the cock; for women, the pussy. Pump back and forth, and you're done.
"Got it? You thick-headed girl? I'll show you once, so follow along!"
"Heeeuk!! Hauk!! Wha... what the hell am I supposed to dooo?!!"
In truth, interfering with someone else's mana meridians using your own mana was extremely dangerous.
But it was possible with the other's consent and a significant gap in their realms.
Ignoring Charlotte's squeals of "Huuuek," Heinkel focused, unblocking her perineum and circulating her mana core for her.
Of course, he didn't forget to keep pounding her pussy with his cock.
"Huu... This dumb bitch won't memorize it from just one go... I'll keep at it until your body remembers!"
Heinkel diligently guided Charlotte's mana core around her pussy with sincere effort.
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-A short while later-
-Squish. Squish. Squish. Squish.
Heinkel was deliberately thrusting as slowly as possible, but even that was overwhelming stimulation for Charlotte.
"Got it memorized? Try it yourself."
"Huuuuk... Me... memorized it!!!"
"Haat... Let me... tryyy!!... I'll do it!!"
Charlotte wasn't actually that dumb, so she picked it up quickly. But multitasking sex and mana cultivation still seemed tough for her.
"Hup...! Hap..! Th... this fucking bitch!!! Haat!!!"
As she tried to cultivate, Heinkel jabbed his cock here and there like he was disrupting her, making it pure agony for Charlotte, who needed to concentrate.
"Dumb bitch! Don't think with that thick skull—memorize it with your body!! So you can use it instinctively in any situation!!"
"Huk.....!! You fucking bastard!!! Think it's that easy?!!!"
Heinkel was right, and so was Charlotte.
Due to the nature of Lust Arts, the most mana gathered during orgasm. Failing to cultivate then made it half-assed, so Heinkel was teaching her perfectly this time.
Normally, mastering a mana cultivation method took months to years.
Charlotte grasping the basics in a single day made her a prodigy, but Heinkel hated her smug look and refused to praise her, tormenting her instead.
They spent hours tangled up, sweetly trading "thick-headed girl~" and "fucking bastard~" while switching from doggy to missionary and every position imaginable for cultivation.
Before long, they both collapsed in friendly exhaustion.
"Huk..... Haaa... I really can't anymore..."
"Huk... Huk... Yeah, that's enough for today."
Charlotte's pussy was swollen like a burger bun from clashing with his cock all day, semen endlessly dribbling out from how much she'd taken.
Heinkel had poured his stamina, mana, and mental energy into nonstop thrusting and mana guidance, leaving him drained too.
Exhausted, they lay side by side on the floor slick with fluids, staring at the ceiling.
Stars twinkled through the holes in the shack's roof.
She started to feel a bit romantic—then her stomach growled.
"Ah...... I'm hungry..."
"You pig bitch, you scarfed everything at breakfast so I didn't get a single bite, you slut."
"Shouldn't a master feed his disciple before training, Master?"
"Kukuku... Calling me Master now, huh? You were cursing like a sailor earlier... Huh?"
Whether from the dick or finally having someone to rely on in this unfamiliar world, Charlotte's resistance to Heinkel had faded, and she felt more at ease.
"But I've got a question... Why is Lust Arts so efficient? Isn't it a loss if you can only do it during sex?"
She absolutely wasn't asking because she hated the idea of fucking men. Definitely.
"Sigh... Disciples lack common sense. Listen quietly while your master lectures on history."
'Ah... Sounds boring. I'm tired—might as well sleep.'
History killed Charlotte's interest instantly. She pretended to listen, nodded vaguely, and closed her eyes.
Heinkel's lecture on the history of Lust Arts continued.
To summarize: First, during intercourse, surrounding mana uniquely gathers at the coupling point. Cultivating in that moment absorbs massive amounts instantly.
Why it gathered wasn't fully understood, but the leading theory was that signs of new life drew souls—and their mana—together.
Second, for women using Lust Arts, they absorbed the immense life energy in a man's ejaculated semen as mana.
For men, they infused mana into their semen upon ejaculation and absorbed the life force from the woman's ovaries.
That was why Heinkel always came inside and stayed buried deep after.
No pregnancy worries either—it handled contraception automatically.
The second reason was why Lust Demons were public enemies: absorbing life energy was a form of dark magic. Overuse turned victims into mummies by fully draining their life.
Many Lust Demons got caught after going mad with mana and doing just that.
Plus, prestigious families spent centuries perfecting their methods, only for Lust Demons to brag, "Fucking with Lust Arts beats your cultivation!"—earning the ire of the establishment.
By the time Heinkel finished his passionate explanation, Charlotte was fast asleep.
Heinkel stared at her in disbelief and muttered to himself.
"This bitch wasn't listening at all... Jeez..."
"I didn't mention the important part... that no one knows I'm a Lust Demon... Eh, I'll tell her tomorrow."
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Meanwhile, in the Lucea Count's meeting room.
The Lucea Count ruled the city of Lucea, population around 50,000, where Charlotte now resided.
His family had named the city after themselves, ruling it for generations.
The room was packed with power players: not just the Count, but the brothel madam, Jack, Hanson, assorted knights, and wealthy elites—all crammed in.
Jack and Hanson had brawled briefly at the gates but were stopped by onlookers.
These Charlotte-obsessed fools still growled at each other, one thinking the other had tormented her, the other accusing kidnapping attempts.
But a bigger problem had united them for now.
"Hoo... Let's start with the intelligence guild's report."
In the heavy, silent atmosphere, the Lucea Count spoke first.
The guild master stood nervously.
"Yes. Our investigation shows his name is Levan Heinkel.
Empire native, formerly the eldest son of Levan Baron. About 40 years ago, he was disowned for raping and fleeing with Raven Count's daughter during his lifelong service there. Still wanted by the Empire.
Additionally, he's accused of raping dozens of women, killing hundreds of guards, and 20 years ago, murdering a border count guarding the Empire's frontier along with dozens of knights.
He seems to have crossed into our Luminus Kingdom then.
Here, he hid his identity, wandering villages and cities, raping pretty women—evidence suggests as much."
Info that would horrify Charlotte poured out.
"Most crucially... Is he definitely a Sword Master...?"
The Count asked in a tense, disbelieving voice.
The guild master swallowed hard and delivered the bombshell.
"Yes. No official announcement, but definitely a Sword Master."
Sighs of despair and lamentations filled the room.
"Twenty years ago, breaking the Empire's border, he overwhelmed the advanced Sword User border count and multiple knight Sword Users simultaneously. He even clashed with an pursuing Empire Sword Master, both withdrawing injured.
More tellingly, that single sword qi that beheaded the tracking team's captain in the slums, and the Air Walk that left no footprints on roofs... He's undoubtedly a Sword Master."
If Charlotte were here, she'd retort, "Huh? That guy's just a Sword User—what are you talking about?"
The guild had reason to misunderstand.
His fights were won via overwhelming mana reserves.
Sword qi and Air Walk were technically possible for Sword Users, but so mana-inefficient they'd drain dry after one or two uses—no one bothered learning or using them.
But Heinkel? Mana to spare, plus massive inferiority complex driving him to mimic Sword Masters.
He genuinely believed he was Sword Master level.
'I can use sword qi!' 'Air Walk? Piece of cake~' 'I'm a Sword Master~' He flaunted it openly.
Having traded blows evenly with a real one sealed his self-delusion as a fake Sword Master.
"Hoo..." The Count's sigh deepened.
Losing Charlotte, his sexual outlet, was stressful enough. Now a ticking time bomb serial killer Sword Master squatted in his city's slums—his hair might all fall out.
Still, the decision was his.
"Hoo... Surround the slums thoroughly first. At least we'll know his escape route.
Bring the mana communicator. Request a Sword Master from the king, and summon the Empire's Raven Count."
The Count slammed the table and stood.