Chapter 32: The Wolf Disciple (4)
Chapter 32: The Wolf Disciple (4)
[Hyaang?!]
What was that?
A familiar voice suddenly rang out while he was groaning over his wrenched back. It was certainly highly aroused—but it sounded more like a scream than a moan.
Could Geum Tae-yang have suddenly ambushed his master—his own wife—and thrown himself on her?
Wi Ji-ja's eyes flew open. He was just about to shout something in alarm at the outrageous possibility when—
[Hnng, ah, ahhng...! Honestly... why are you so good at giving massages? Kkhng!]
[Wouldn't I need to be good at winning women over, if I'm to fulfill the purpose of the Post-Nut Clarity Sect? Massage is one part of that. I pride myself on my massage techniques—they're every bit as good as those of the Imperial Court's massage therapists.]
[T-the Imperial Court's massage therapists...? Hnghheung!! I-it feels so good...!]
"......"
From what he could hear through the door, it seemed she was only getting a massage.
Just how good does it feel for my wife to be screaming like that?
He had nearly mistaken those cries for sounds of sexual pleasure. Even though he was a patient, he had let his mind run away with him and almost caused a scene in front of his wife and her disciple. How shameless.
Come to think of it, they had known each other for less than a month. The idea that they would already be sleeping together was absurd.
And it would be a disgrace to his wife, who had devoted herself to him despite his being unable to perform as a man ever since they had Wi Ji-bo.
A bitter smile touched Wi Ji-ja's lips as he faced the truth: he was so narrow-minded and pathetic. He couldn't even trust the wife who had devoted her youth to him all her life, and instead he was showing nothing but ugly jealousy.
Had the unshakable strength of mind he'd possessed back when he was called the Sword Saint weakened because his dantian had been shattered? Or had he always been this kind of person?
Which came first, the chicken or the egg? He knew perfectly well that there was no point in asking, so he stopped thinking and tried to drift off to sleep again.
Although he was over forty and could no longer be called young, he had kept up with his exercise, so his recovery was still fairly good. If he slept well and ate well, he would be better in no time.
Thinking this, he closed his eyes and tried to sink into sleep.
[Hngheung...! H-how can it feel this good...!! Aah!]
"......Ahem. This is a little embarrassing to listen to."
Even though he knew it wasn't what it sounded like.
Seol Yu-ran's cries, as if she were wailing from the dizzying pleasure of her knots easing, were unmistakably tinged with sensuality. Because of that, Wi Ji-ja was in a terrible bind.
Ever since his dantian had been shattered, his confidence as a man had dwindled, and he could no longer get an erection. Those moans, sexually stimulating to a man in his condition, were practically torture.
It was truly awful to still have healthy testicles and a sex drive, yet be completely unable to do anything about it.
That was why he and Seol Yu-ran had never even engaged in foreplay or caresses before intercourse. If they did, she would still be left unsatisfied, with her strong appetite for sex, while he would only be consumed by even more self-loathing.
I miss the days when I was young.......Hm?
Wi Ji-ja had been reminiscing about his youth, when he was a disciple of Zhongnan and would often coax women into his bedroom for a night of harmless fun, when his eyes suddenly flew open.
Except for the sense of touch, his manhood had been in such poor shape that the unfamiliar yet familiar sensation he felt now startled him.
If it was just his imagination, he would be even more devastated. But if what he hoped for was true—
[Haaah! I-it feels so good.......]
I-it's responding?!
The moment Seol Yu-ran's breathless moan reached him, his manhood twitched. It was actually twitching.
Still, Wi Ji-ja could hardly make sense of what was happening. Why was his penis responding now, when it had shown no reaction for nearly five years—not even when he sucked on his wife's magnificent breasts?
A fear seized him: if it went limp again now, would it never rise again for the rest of his life?
If a man who had already become impotent got hard once, as though it were his final spark, only to go limp again and become impotent all over again... he would feel like killing himself.
But Wi Ji-ja soon realized why his manhood was responding.
Because—
[......That feels good. Go on, knead me some more.]
[Yes, Master!]
[Hngh!!]
His manhood twitched each time he heard Seol Yu-ran moan as she received the massage.
[Haaah...!]
Twitch.
[Hng. Haaah.]
Twitch. Twitch.
There's no doubt.
Whenever his wife's moans came through the door, his dick responded, as if it were about to stretch awake.
But he knew perfectly well that Seol Yu-ran's moans themselves weren't what was making this possible. Had he not heard her moan at least once in the five years since his erectile dysfunction began?
Back then, no matter how much he heard her moan, his manhood hadn't budged. And now, all of a sudden, it was responding?
Wi Ji-ja wasn't a man so full of naïve hopes and dreams that he could simply believe that. He had given up being the Sword Saint and become impotent, but he could still analyze the situation with a cool head.
He compared the present circumstances and conditions to past failures, then systematically eliminated possibilities.
After ruling things out one by one, Wi Ji-ja was able to reach a conclusion.
Whenever I see my wife in contact with another man... I get aroused.
It was an obscene conclusion, depraved beyond measure.
Yet the moment this extreme fantasy—that those two might commit adultery—rose in his mind, his member responded, growing faintly, ever so slightly erect.
'Then...'
Wi Ji-ja's gaze darkened.
A dangerous, insidious madness swirled in his pupils.
***
Geum Tae-yang finished his work and returned to his own home. Seol Yu-ran, though feeling slightly apologetic toward the disciple who had even handled household chores in place of her injured husband, vowed never to receive a shoulder massage from him again.
Both Wi Ji-ja and Wi Ji-bo must have heard my screams, loud and clear. How can I possibly face this?
Humiliation prickled across her skin. Just like the vivid memory replaying in her mind, shame surged hot within her, so she rapidly fanned herself with her hand to cool down.
The frost-laden breeze from her hand quickly soothed the heat in her face. Hesitating for a moment, Seol Yu-ran finally stepped into her husband's room.
"Ah, my dear. Has Physician Geum already left?"
"Yes. He even prepared rice porridge for your dinner."
"I see. He's such a diligent man."
"......?"
His warm, utterly unbothered smile left her momentarily bewildered. Did he not hear my screaming earlier?
Even if Geum Tae-yang was her disciple, the fact that she'd let out such moans under the touch of an outsider should at least have upset him a little.
For a brief moment, she even entertained the rude thought that her husband, having lived as a eunuch for so long, might have lost his mind along with his manhood.
"Still, I never imagined you'd let out such... flustered screams during the massage."
"Ehk! W-Well..."
Just as she began to hope he hadn't noticed, his pointed remark made her vision darken. Is this what despair feels like?
She fully expected to be scolded for moaning under another man's touch.
Yet instead of anger, Wi Ji-ja wrapped her in a gentle embrace, his expression serene.
"It just goes to show how exceptional Physician Geum's skills are. And your shoulders were stiff from the strain of your chest. I should've noticed sooner... I'm sorry."
"No! How is this your fault? It was my fault for not speaking up."
"Then shall we say we're both at fault?"
"Hehe. Let's do that."
Their affectionate exchange filled her chest with warmth.
"But you should continue receiving massages from Physician Geum."
"Huh? But that's..."
"My dear."
Wi Ji-ja's firm gaze made her freeze. She had never seen such decisiveness in him before, and she listened intently.
"I can't bear to see you in pain—even if it's just shoulder stiffness from your chest. So what if you let out a few embarrassing sounds?"
"B-But it's mortifying!"
"There's nothing to be ashamed of. You're just receiving a massage in the presence of your own family."
His broad, calloused hands—once worthy of the title Sword Saint of the Zhongnan Sect—soothingly patted her back. The warmth in his touch soothed her, and she felt the shame-flushed heat in her cheeks fade.
"If you're still uneasy, you can receive the massage in my presence."
His whisper sent a ripple of confusion through her. A massage from my disciple—letting out humiliating moans—while my husband watches? What kind of situation would that even be?
Her thoughts tangled into knots, yet...
A part of her was tempted not to let this chance slip away.
At the same time, her true feelings tempted her not to let this opportunity slip away. Seol Yu-ran, whose burdensome chest had no equal in the realm, prided herself on enduring more shoulder strain than any other woman alive. And only Geum Tae-yang's massages offered true relief.
If she distanced herself now, the weight would return in time, heavier than ever.
I wish I'd never known.
But having tasted it once, she couldn't escape its pull.
Wasn't that why, after her last experience, she'd let her guard down again today?
And now, not only did her husband permit it—no, he was practically egging her on. The realization made her waver.
"Our precious Bo-a also needs Physician Geum's treatment. What's wrong with you getting a massage from him? I just don't want you or our daughter to suffer."
"Darling..."
Wi Ji-ja's doting gaze, as if she were his greatest treasure, melted her hesitation. Moved, she buried her face in his chest.
His thick arms encircled her in response.
"Yes. I'll do as you say."
"That's my wise wife."
So she didn't see it.
The deep murkiness in Wi Ji-ja's eyes.