The Sword Saint's Leashed Hunger
"Am I pervy? Haha, just kidding...."
After taking on a disciple, Ryu Ga-eul was making every preparation imaginable.
First, she quit masturbating every day. No longer could she get excited just staring blankly into space, idly shoving fingers inside herself.
It must feel insanely good... dumping all that pent-up lust into that little body at once. It'll be mind-blowing.
The endurance she'd built from grueling training was certainly a huge help here.
But one problem cropped up.
...Come on, hold it together. Hang in there, Ga-eul! Patience brings rewards.
Huuuuh, haaaaaah.
She buried her nose in his sweat-drenched training clothes. Shoved the scent deep into her nostrils.
Her mind went hazy. For some reason, Hyunwoo's sweat smelled so damn sexy.
She couldn't pinpoint any specific trait. It was just pure, unadulterated sexiness.
I'm going fucking crazy. Almost pounced on him right there.
If he'd been even a second later heading back in...
She would've grabbed him by the hair with her rough hands and dragged him to the bedroom.
Fucked him mercilessly until he was a total wreck. That'd feel amazing too... but it's not what I want.
Her disciple moved around so carelessly, so obliviously—yet with this subtle wariness in his eyes.
If she'd lost control and jumped him? Sure, she'd get her pleasure. But she wouldn't win his heart.
That... would be bad.
What Ryu Ga-eul wanted, naturally, was his body and his soul.
She'd make him truly love her, make him fixate only on her.
I thought I'd just teach him a bit of swordplay and fuck him quick. Nope. Hnnng... this is so fucking frustrating?
Mulling over the difficulty, she suddenly found him infuriating.
Acting all easygoing like he'd be a pushover. Shaking that ass around every damn day. Falling for shit like a brainless idiot!! So why the hell is he so hard to fuck?!
Right now, Park Hyunwoo was showering in the bathroom.
Ryu Ga-eul approached silently, without a sound, right up to the door.
Pressing her ear against it, she heard him washing quietly.
Hasn't spotted the cameras, looks like.
The door... was probably locked. Had to be, common sense.
Still, just in case, she gripped the handle and gave a light tug.
'Huh?'
It was open.
The door wasn't locked. It was wide open.
This fucking bastard...
If Ryu Ga-eul opened that door and pounced, Park Hyunwoo would have nowhere to run—helplessly fucked into submission.
Even if it had been locked, same deal, but...
She pondered the situation deeply.
No way... he knows everything.
Her deduction was flimsy as hell.
If she'd voiced it to some famous London detective, she'd get her skull bashed in with an opium pipe on the spot.
But the old maid's delusions ran wild like a runaway locomotive—impossible to stop.
He knows it all, knows I'm after him. And he's just playing dumb?
Hyunwoo's feelings toward his master were pure respect. Nothing more.
But to Ryu Ga-eul, that ironclad facade was all an act.
Cheeky little shit.
Thinks he's safe, huh?
Stats show an 80% chance a guy sharing space with a female player gets sexually assaulted within an hour.
The data wasn't widely publicized for obvious reasons (top players skew female), but still.
Hyunwoo's fault for not knowing the industry inside out.
Just barge in, grab him and... Hooo, no. Can't ruin all this hard-earned restraint with something so stupid.
Forcing strength from her grip, she let go of the handle.
Push him to the brink, where there's no turning back... then savor it. No need to rush.
No fool of a farmer picks unripe fruit straight off the tree.
You wait till it's red, sweet, bursting—then you pluck it.
Park Hyunwoo was still green. To eat him at peak deliciousness, she needed to bide her time.
"I'll leave some spare clothes here for you to change into."
But she couldn't hold back anymore...
Stay like this, and she'd either go insane or jump him—one or the other.
Just a little relief. A tiny bit...
Eating the whole fruit would be foolish. But sneaking a taste? Everyone does that.
"Come to think of it, where's your place again?"
"Uh, about twenty minutes by bus from here."
"Lame."
"Y-yes...? I thought it was pretty close."
"Starting tomorrow, you stay in the spare room at the dojo."
"Oh... you don't have to do that."
"Inefficient. Live here from now on. Move out later if you want."
She didn't need to go this far... Hyunwoo mistook her lust for kindness.
"Got it."
"Shower done? Let's finish training. Follow me to my room—got something for you."
"Yes!"
If it was armored movement training, shouldn't it be outside? Guess there's stuff you can do in a room too.
Hyunwoo concluded that and foolishly trailed after his master into her bedroom.
"Your muscles are all tensed up from the brutal training. Don't loosen them, and you'll get sick later."
"Ah... so stretching or something?"
"Nah, no need. I'll massage you."
Massage? From his heavenly master? Hyunwoo froze, flustered beyond words.
"But this is..."
"What? Having dirty thoughts? Just lie down and take it."
In the end, Hyunwoo clamped his mouth shut. His master's word was absolute now.
He climbed onto the bed, hesitated, then flopped face-down.
Short limbs... the kind that'd make any normal guy a laughingstock.
But paired with that babyish face, it created perfect proportions—oozing dangerous allure.
Huuuuuh...
Finally reining in her urges, Ryu Ga-eul stripped off his robe like unwrapping a Christmas present.
"Wha—"
"Stay still."
"Y-yes'm."
This little guy's skin was soft, pale white—like a pearl nestled in its shell.
Placing her hand on that skin, which stirred base desires in anyone who saw it, she muttered.
Sleep
Not widely known, but players of Ryu Ga-eul's caliber could use magic.
With her short mutter, Hyunwoo's eyes slowly drifted shut, plunging him into deep slumber.
I know I gotta hold back. But he keeps making it so hard... Should I just fuck him tonight?
Her eyes burned with raw hunger as she slowly devoured her disciple's body with her gaze.
She wanted to eat him. Right now. Pin him down and devour him whole...
Let it out.
Realizing she'd hit her patience limit, she flipped Hyunwoo onto his back.
Then hugged him like a doll.
Warm. And a subtle, intoxicating scent wafted from his body.
Not body wash...
His natural musk this sweet? Total cheat.
"You slutty little thing."
Deciding she needed to vent before it got worse, Ryu Ga-eul squeezed him tight and whispered in his ear.
"You're mine to fuck, eventually. Don't think you can run. Got it? Once you're caught in my web, your fate's sealed."
The lust-possessed Sword Saint unleashed all the words she'd bottled up.
"Wanna tie up those stubby limbs and wring you dry till you're on death's door."
She pulled out his wallet—pre-fished from somewhere—and plucked his ID, slapping it on his chest.
"Collection's growing."
Perfect...
Snapping pics of his cute sleeping face with the ID on it, doing whatever she wanted. Ryu Ga-eul felt grateful to be alive.
She groped his body freely.
Stop. No more touching.
Any further, and she'd lose it—rape him outright.
That wasn't right. Not really...
Ryu Ga-eul's sex fantasies spanned a vast, abyssal depth.
Sure, one involved drugging Hyunwoo, carrying him around like a dildo all day.
But for their first time, both minds had to be clear.
No booze. No forcing him unconscious with drugs.
Hell, no hypnosis apps or any of that bullshit tech.
Just eating him plain is no fun.
Since childhood, she'd loved games—especially retro ones.
Retro games had insane difficulty. Maou Village in particular—she'd grinded a full month straight and still couldn't clear it.
Fed up, she'd used cheats to finish it.
The hollow victory changed her life.
Win it fair and square. Elegantly.
Never by cowardly means...