Chapter 31: The Wolf Disciple (3)
Chapter 31: The Wolf Disciple (3)
Household affairs. In other words, housework.
When it came to this particular field, Seol Yu-ran was woefully inept. After all, ever since she'd met Wi Ji-ja, he had taken care of all the housework for her, since he was a man with a broken dantian.
With her husband handling everything on his own, she had failed to fulfill her duties as a wife, and her household skills had remained at zero.
From Wi Ji-ja's perspective, he must have wanted to support his wife by focusing on housework instead, to make up for the sense of loss he felt at having lost his martial arts.
'Yesterday's suggestion worked perfectly. As expected, it's easier to use the Soul Subjugation Art on a martial artist who's lost his dantian than on an ordinary person.'
Perhaps the shock of his dantian shattering had left lingering aftereffects on his mind.
I had planted the suggestion, [After a long time, his blood is boiling, and he swings his sword with vigorous, forceful movements.] Wi Ji-ja had swung a real sword with such vigor that you'd never have guessed his age, and then promptly threw out his back. At the time, I added another suggestion: [Since he can trust his wife's disciple and his daughter's healer, he should ask him to fill in for him.]
Thanks to that, I visited Seol Yu-ran's cabin and took care of the housework she'd fallen behind on.
I chopped the piled-up firewood to stock up on kindling, and, in place of Seol Yu-ran, who wasn't much of a cook, I made medicinal porridge for Wi Ji-ja. I wasn't exactly a good cook myself, but I was better than Seol Yu-ran, who couldn't cook at all, so I took charge of the meals as well.
Apparently, Wi Ji-ja had even taken over the cooking to build up his battered self-esteem, and wouldn't let her set foot in the kitchen or whatever.
'That was a more pathetic reason than I expected.'
I'd gotten an eyeful of a man's puny self-esteem.
It felt like I'd dirtied my eyes, but I cleansed them by watching Seol Yu-ran's chest bounce faintly with every step she took.
The table was filled with greens made from herbs that helped improve stamina, and grilled meat from an animal caught wandering the mountain. Seol Yu-ran was taken aback by the meal I'd prepared, and Wi Ji-bo stared at the table with sparkling eyes.
Her gaze was so intense, I wondered if she might bore a hole through it.
"You're surprisingly good at cooking."
"The rules of the Post-Nut Clarity Sect are lethal to women. It's hard to call it a reward, but I thought the sect leader should look after his women so well that he'd even wait on them hand and foot, so I practiced. I can proudly say I'm quite skilled at housework."
"If you set aside the fact that you're trying to Ascend to Immortality through lewd means, your sect really is both original and righteous."
"Mom. What does 'lewd' mean?"
"...Bo-a. That's a word you can learn when you're older. Not yet."
"Am I not allowed to learn it now?"
"......"
While Seol Yu-ran suffered the consequences of underestimating a child's curiosity, I picked up side dishes with my chopsticks and placed them in the bowls of the mother and daughter.
When Seol Yu-ran saw the side dish in her bowl, she gave me a look that had gone cold.
"What do you think you're doing? Do you take your master for a child?"
"What's wrong with a disciple looking after their master?"
I gave an exaggerated shrug and said it as if I'd done something perfectly ordinary. Seol Yu-ran fell silent. It seemed she couldn't think of anything to refute the fact that I'd simply fulfilled my duty as her disciple.
There was a reason the saying Teacher and Student as Parent and Child existed.
A disciple showing filial piety to their master, just as they would to their parents, wasn't going too far.
Unable to hide her discomfort, Seol Yu-ran stared down at the side dish I'd placed in her bowl.
She glared at the greens for a long time, as if they were the sworn enemy of her parents, then finally picked some up with her chopsticks and ate it. After chewing a few times, her eyes widened and admiration welled up in them. She seemed quite pleased.
"You're good. Did you learn somewhere?"
"I did learn while working as a server at a famous guest inn."
I'd worked as a server for a few months, watching the head cook in the kitchen whenever I could. Even if I didn't look it, as a Super Peak master, I was confident in my physical abilities, so imitating what I saw wasn't difficult.
Besides, there was another reason working as a server hadn't been so bad.
'That girl's pussy tasted pretty good. Better than the pampered daughters of most minor and mid-sized sects.'
The young woman who'd worked as a server to help her father, the head cook, had been plain pretty. She had delicate features, lovely eyes without even a dusting of powder, and though she wore trousers for convenience at work, this was a smutty martial arts world, so her lower-body curves showed off nicely whenever she bent at the waist.
So I'd secretly teased and stimulated her with my hands, and she'd spread her legs before long.
Thanks to that, while I was learning to cook, I'd had no shortage of opportunities to enjoy her pussy.
[Ah! Ah! Big brother, I-I-I'm coming...! Ooh-hoh♡]
Suddenly, the cook's daughter's cries of pleasure replayed in my head.
My cock nearly stretched out right there at the dining table with Seol Yu-ran and her daughter, but I barely managed to suppress it with the Sexual Art.
"Munch, munch!"
"Bo-a. How can you eat like that when we have a guest?"
"It's all right, Master. Children are supposed to eat heartily. You don't need to worry about me."
Seol Yu-ran scolded Wi Ji-bo, who was all but inhaling her food, but I answered in a way that would earn me goodwill from both of them, as if it didn't bother me in the least.
Then Wi Ji-bo put down her spoon and suddenly started thumping her chest.
From her frustrated expression, it seemed something had gotten stuck in her throat.
It must have been only a little, because she soon swallowed and looked relieved, but Seol Yu-ran gave a helpless, exasperated laugh.
"Honestly. Did I or did I not tell you not to eat with food all over your mouth?"
"...You have."
"Good grief. Come here. Let me wipe your mouth."
"Okaaay."
Seol Yu-ran leaned forward to wipe the food smeared around her daughter's mouth across the table.
At that moment, her chest pressed against the dining table displayed an overwhelming presence. The sheer volume of her slightly flattened sideboobs even evoked a strange sense of awe.
Of course, staring too blatantly would only heighten her wariness, so I made sure to steal only the most tantalizing glances—just enough to seem like a man barely restraining himself.
Seol Yu-ran, who had been wiping Wi Ji-bo's mouth with a handkerchief, suddenly stiffened and turned to glare at me. I pretended to flinch awkwardly and averted my gaze.
Her eyes filled with disdain as she took in my refusal to meet them, then she spoke in a low voice.
"Sigh. Let's just finish our meal, shall we?"
"Yes!"
"Yep."
Wi Ji-bo happily resumed eating, while I picked at my food with exaggerated restraint.
***
Seol Yu-ran felt a growing frustration as she watched her daughter, who had started nodding off after eating with such gusto—clearly unashamed of how much she preferred this meal over Wi Ji-ja's cooking—and her overly cautious disciple, still hesitantly nibbling away.
'Two children. I've got two of them.'
One small, one big.
Though the "big child" wasn't her own son, it wasn't uncommon for masters to regard their disciples as their own, just as the saying "Teacher and Student as Parent and Child" implied.
And truthfully, she had been trying, in her own way, to accept Geum Tae-yang.
Even if he was the leader of the notoriously promiscuous One-Person Inheritance sect, Post-Nut Clarity Sect—a man who openly chased after women and was sexually unrestrained.
All she could hope was that his behavior wouldn't negatively affect her daughter, Wi Ji-bo. At the very least, he seemed capable of separating personal and professional matters. He treated Wi Ji-bo with nothing but ordinary adult courtesy—no strange looks (?), just normal interaction.
If that was the case, then his treatment method probably wouldn't be as extreme as she had feared.
After all, it was obvious at a glance that Geum Tae-yang had no interest in children—his tastes were very much those of a normal, healthy adult male.
'Yes. Normal. Too textbook.'
Her arms naturally crossed beneath her chest. Not that she liked admitting it, but her breasts were so large that her shoulders often ached, so she unconsciously ended up folding her arms to support them.
Glance. Glance.
The moment she did, Geum Tae-yang's eyes flickered toward her. She suppressed the sigh threatening to escape.
She was well aware, from years of experience, that her chest drew men's gazes. It had never been a major issue before, but now that she had a lecherous male disciple, it was nothing short of troublesome.
Yet she couldn't just cast him aside—not when her daughter's treatment was at stake, and not when his talent was too valuable to waste.
A disciple who caused her trouble, yet couldn't be carelessly dismissed. And despite herself, sometimes, when she caught the way he looked at her—as a woman—she felt something stir inside her.
Especially after that time she had seen him with his wife in the entryway.
Occasionally—just occasionally—she found herself imagining herself in that wife's place.
Even now—
'No. I can't.'
She forcefully cut off the fantasy before it could cross the line and exhaled deeply.
"Haaa..."
"Master? Does the food not suit your taste?"
"...No. It's nothing."
"I see. Still, if you're feeling unwell, please let me know. I can prepare some plum tea to aid digestion."
"......."
Hearing that, she wondered—was it really fair to blame him? If not for Post-Nut Clarity Sect's doctrines, perhaps he wouldn't have grown into such a lustful man.
'This is all my husband's fault.'
Suddenly, the thought flashed through her mind—this shameless fantasy was all because of her husband, Wi Ji-ja.
Even now, despite her pride in her beauty and figure, she had a husband who couldn't even get it up after getting her pregnant. A woman in her prime, forced to rely on her own fingers for years.
At this rate, cobwebs would start forming down there.
And yet, despite that, he had the nerve to bring a young, virile man into their home—just because he was her disciple? Had he no sense of caution at all?
Not that she had any intention of straying.
But this mounting frustration—she'd make sure to take it out on him later. She glared in the direction of the room where Wi Ji-ja would be resting.
"Haaa. That was delicious."
"Good. Did you enjoy it?"
But even that resentment melted away in front of her daughter. Like any mother, she only wanted to feed her child well and show her the best things in life.
"Mmm... sleepy..."
"I see. It makes this mother happy to see you eat so well. Go ahead and sleep now."
"Okay..."
Seol Yu-ran carefully carried the drowsy Wi Ji-bo to her room and laid her down, placing a cushion by her pillow. The child, who slept often due to her weak constitution, had eaten a rare full meal today.
A tender smile naturally spread across Seol Yu-ran's lips as she watched her.
After putting her daughter to bed, she tiptoed back to the living room, careful not to wake her. Though she hadn't done anything physically exhausting, she felt mentally drained and slumped into a chair.
Swoosh.
"Master, you look tired. Your shoulders seem tense again... Would you like a massage?"
"Hmm? Ah—"
She almost said "No." Last time, they had been really knotted up, but maybe this time wouldn't be so bad.
The way she had moaned so wantonly before had been embarrassing, but at the same time, the relief of having those stiff muscles loosened had been indescribably satisfying.
For Seol Yu-ran, whose heavy chest caused constant shoulder strain, that unique sensation of release was too good to pass up.
"...Then I'll take you up on that. But don't press as hard as last time, alright? Be gentle."
"Understood."
And so, Geum Tae-yang's hands—seeming to carry some ulterior motive—began kneading her shoulders.
Squeeze.
But of course—
"Hyaah?!"
Just as expected, Seol Yu-ran, weak to massages, let out a moan that should never be uttered in front of another man—right in the home where her husband lived.