Ravishing the Eldest Disciple's Body
Mo Seyoung stopped my naughty hand heading toward her ass. Of course, stopping there would mean I hadn't even started.
"The massage isn't over yet. It's been so long since we met—let me give the eldest disciple a full-body rubdown to make every inch feel refreshed."
"Th-that's going too far... I don't need it. It's already plenty refreshing. Just the shoulders again..."
"But this ass massage? It'll feel cooler than anything so far."
With that opener, Mo Seyoung shot me a look through pursed lips. Eyes full of torment, lips twitching in conflict. She pondered for nearly three minutes before finally speaking.
"If you touch anywhere weird... I'll really kill you?"
"Weird where...? Anyway, for the massage, I have to touch your ass."
"You know... that woman's spot down there! Figure it out!"
She yelped and buried her face in the pillow again.
I won the negotiation with her. In the end, I earned the right to extend my claws to Mo Seyoung's ass.
How would it feel to leave red handprints on her porcelain skin? It'd be more thrilling than stamping footprints in fresh snow.
I slowly brought my gloved hands toward her ass. Her cheeks twitched with tension—they were already my prey. I grabbed her firm ass with both hands.
Squish!
'Perfect bounce.'
"Hnnngh~!"
Mo Seyoung's ass was especially sensitive. Just touching it made her moan.
Well, it was a precious spot she'd never let anyone touch, so of course it was more sensitive than anywhere else. And kneading that precious spot at will? Pure bliss. Right now, her ass was mine.
"Hnnnngh~! You're doing it right, aren't you~?"
Her ass jiggled as she asked in a quivering voice. From that tone alone, I knew she'd already fallen into pleasure's swamp.
"Of course."
I started blatantly toying with her ass. Squeezing both cheeks hard, poking with my fingers, or spreading the crack wide—playing with Mo Seyoung's ass however I pleased.
"Nngh~! This is right, isn't it~!?"
"Doesn't it feel good?"
"It, it does, but...! Kyaa! Don't spread it!"
Spreading her crack wide revealed her cute little asshole. Those vivid chrysanthemum wrinkles made me want to slip a finger in on impulse.
"You have to repeat contractions and relaxations like this for a proper massage."
"Hnnk~!"
Her protests lacked force. I spun her ass around, inspecting her pussy and asshole.
After toying with it for a good two minutes, my hands finally moved away. Mo Seyoung let out a sweet moan.
"Hnnngh...! Is it... done!?"
"The back is finished. Please turn over."
"Ah... the front!?"
Turning over meant exposing her tits and pussy fully. I said calmly,
"Yes. Back massage is done—now the front."
"Not that far..."
"Didn't I say full-body earlier? Can't do the back and skip the front."
"Hnnngh...!"
Her voice had softened; she yielded to my logic. She turned slowly, wrapped in the blanket.
"Remove the blanket. It's in the way."
"Nngh...!"
The room's power dynamic had flipped completely. Mo Seyoung lowered the blanket slowly. Her tits greeted me.
'Perfect size—not too big.'
Her areolas and nipples matched—ideal proportions. My hands headed for her breasts.
"N-not there...! Hnnngh~!"
"Loosening the chest like this is important too."
Loosening? Bullshit—it was straight-up groping. I kneaded those soft mounds purely to savor the feel, poking and twirling her nipples with my fingers.
"Hnnnngh~!"
Her moans grew louder. Like a fish thrashing in a net, her pitiful leg-spreading was heartbreaking.
But mercy? Not a chance. My hands grew rougher, tormenting her.
"W-wait...! Just a break...!"
"The massage is the break."
"Heeek~! My down there...!"
Spurt!
Unable to hold back, a massive gush erupted from her pussy. Her juices soaked the bed, but I didn't care—I sped up my tit play.
"W-wait! Hnnnngh~!"
'Oh ho. Consecutive orgasms?'
Mo Seyoung arched like a frog, climaxing again. With zero orgasm resistance, two hits knocked her out cold.
"Hnnnngh...!"
Her eyes rolled back in a pitiful yet beautiful faint.
"Hnnngh...!"
After fainting for nearly half an hour, Mo Seyoung came to. I'd changed the bedsheets and dressed her in fresh clothes.
She blinked groggily, checking her body. Seeing the clean training robe, she turned to me sitting by the bed.
"Nngh... what happened?"
The pleasure overload must've been too much for this innocent woman—she'd even lost the memory of passing out.
"You fell asleep during my massage. You sweated a lot, so I changed your clothes."
"Hngh...! Y-you didn't touch anything weird, right!?"
She eyed me suspiciously.
"Would I dare mishandle the eldest disciple's jade body?"
In truth, I'd checked her hymen, clit size, even counted her asshole wrinkles.
"Hmph! Fine. I trust you."
Her easy belief was a win. Clearing her throat, she checked her condition.
Despite fainting, the massage worked—her body should feel feather-light. Swinging her arms to test, she nodded satisfied.
"Definitely lighter."
"Glad to hear it."
"You'll come back to the Fairy Gate, right?"
She swung her arms, suddenly changing topics.
"Th-that might be tricky."
Her brows furrowed instantly. The air around her sharpened. No illusion—her voice dropped low.
"What? As a servant, what're you saying? Still under that old monster's thumb?"
"Well, sort of. I'm traveling with Lady Danyuha right now."
"What? That demon witch came to Anhui?"
Mentioning Danyuha calmed her tone.
"Yes. I'm still serving her."
"Heh! Fine. Then guide me to that old monster. Time to settle this."
"Settle what!? What do you plan?"
"You were Fairy Gate's servant from the start. I messed up, and she took you—but you're still righteous sect folk."
She opened the bedside drawer, pulling out a small coin pouch.
"So, I'll buy you back fair and square."
"......I'm not a slave, though."
"What? You don't wanna return to Fairy Gate?"
She glared. Not hate, but I lacked bandwidth now for servant duties.
My base was Baihe Piaoguo in Anhui—living like a king, toying with beauties and servants. Why suffer at Fairy Gate?
'Gotta work on Mo Seyoung and Seol Hwarin... but no need to rejoin as a servant.'
How to tame this hot-blooded tomboy?
Her eyes showed no intent to give up on me.
That attitude was good—it meant we were close.
So, I sidestepped blunt refusal, opting for tact to avoid tanking goodwill.
"It's not that I hate returning—more that I'd rather roam the jianghu proudly as a true member, not just a sect servant."
"What? You?"
"Yes. Isn't it every Central Plains man's dream?"
She burst out laughing, clutching her stomach.
"Pfft! Hilarious. Too late to start martial arts. Know when we murim folk begin? Five. Five years old! Fast ones at three. Over ten? You're done. And now you wanna be a murim man? Dream too big?"
"B-but I have talent. Lady Danyuha said so."
"That viper sweet-talked you, huh. Fine. I'll show you how absurd that is myself."
She handed me three taels of silver from the pouch.
"Join this Yongho Tournament. See how ridiculous your dream is. Check what late-bloomers your age have achieved—you'll drop the fantasy."