Yin Qi! Yang Qi! (2)
“Ha, shall we give it a try?”
Hong Yeonhwa’s temptation hit me for the first time. It was clumsy, but somehow that only fanned the flames.
“One time gonna be enough?”
I grinned slyly and flipped her onto the bed. Thud— Her massive tits, bigger than my head, jiggled from the impact before gravity pulled them slightly to the side, squishing together. That revealed the cleavage hidden away until now... the shy valley between her breasts.
Maybe because it was always buried in flesh, but an especially thick wave of her body scent wafted out. Drawn in like a bee to a flower, I brought my face close. I was about to lick a long trail from bottom to top when...
“Ha—stop, stop!”
Hong Yeonhwa grabbed my head and pushed, halting me.
“What?”
I obediently lifted my head, but what the hell? She was the one who suggested it first.
Reading my sulky expression, she tapped the tip of my nose with a troubled yet pleased look. “Didn’t this lady say it was a bedchamber art? Charging in wildly without even hearing how it works...”
With that, she gave me a light kiss and whispered seductively, “You really do like this lady too much, don’t you.”
Sigh. Yeah, she had a point. If it was just regular sex, she wouldn’t have slapped a fancy name like bedchamber art on it.
Feeling awkward, I propped up her upper body and asked, “Then why’d you get naked?”
“You ignored this lady’s calls over and over, dozing off like a sickly chicken. I had no choice.”
“...Keep waking me up like this from now on.”
“Let me think abo—mmph! I said not right now!”
“Just touching. Only touching.”
Without waiting for her answer, I slipped my hand under her armpit, hoisted her up, and sat her on my lap, pulling her into my embrace. Then I started fondling her breasts.
Hong Yeonhwa leaned her back against my chest with a deep sigh. “Haa... No helping it. It’s partly this lady’s fault for waking you with these. So just listen.”
Instead of answering, I gave her nipple a little tug.
“Hnng!”
She glared at me for a moment, then retaliated by wiggling her hips side to side, grinding against my cock as she spoke. “The principle of this bedchamber art, named the
, is simple. It uses the properties of yin and yang to endlessly circulate through the body, amplifying its size.”
First, gather my yang energy into a miniature sun using a special method, and condense her yin energy into a miniature moon the same way. The pure essences of these two energies, once created, move freely between our connected bodies—meaning while inserted—swelling in size as they travel.
In simple terms, it’s like an efficient two-person qi circulation done through sex. A technique that cycles the sun and moon toward completion, so Sun and Moon Body instead of Sun Moon Star Cycle. Cool name, convenient since it moves on its own, and it gathers pure energy—sounds effective all around.
But...
“That whole ‘making a sun’ thing. Can I do it? Sounds insanely hard.”
“Of course not. Force it, and your dick might go boom!”
“Wait...”
She was gonna make me try something that dangerous? The thought made me shrivel up involuntarily.
Reading me, she shook her hips harder to stiffen my cock again and added, “That’s why! This lady will handle that part for you!”
“Huh? That works?”
“Naturally. It won’t be perfect—some energy might leak—but shove it right inside this lady, and it’s solved.”
Once inserted, the energy circulates naturally, so she just seals it up quick as my yang passes through her body.
“Sweet. Let’s start.”
......
About an incense stick’s time later, Hong Yeonhwa slowly opened her eyes, still seated naked in lotus position.
“Didn’t take long.”
“It’s an art this lady created, so of course. Now you. Stand before this lady.”
I stepped up and thrust my cock toward her as instructed. She, still in lotus, stroked her lower belly—then flinched.
“Ahem. Then we begin. Absolutely don’t resist this lady’s energy.”
“Just gotta stay still, right?”
Her face shadowed by my length, she swallowed nervously and reached out. She lightly gripped my balls, closed her eyes, and...
Soon, a warm energy flowed in through them. Her infused qi rose from below, stirring through my body. The foreign energy kept prodding, triggering my instincts—my own inner power stirred to purge the intruder.
That’s why she stressed no resistance. It was unconscious, but focusing kept it suppressed easily enough.
After a good while of her energy roaming inside me, suddenly my whole body heated up, the blaze converging in one spot.
...Yeah. My balls.
“Grk...”
A scorching agony like my crotch was aflame leaked out in a groan. Not unbearable, but right at the limit. You’d think it’d wilt my erection, but it only hardened more. Probably the yang piling up.
Everything ends eventually, though. Staring at Hong Yeonhwa’s serious face as she worked my balls, the pain faded before I knew it. The yang had settled like a third ball, and she snapped her eyes open.
“Now!”
She scrambled onto the bed, spreading her legs wide. I’d hardened to the max regardless of arousal, and she was dripping wet without a touch.
I mounted her tiny frame, aimed at her glistening pussy, and thrust in.
Squelch.
“Hnng...”
My cock slid into her depths like it was sucked in. The sticky embrace felt the same as always, but...
“It’s... hot.”
“Feels cold to me.”
Her body heat bordered on scalding, yet it felt refreshingly cool. “The Sun and Moon Body Circulation Art isn’t complete yet. Wait a bit... No moving your hips!”
“One wrong move and boom?”
“This lady can’t focus if it feels good.”
Fair enough. I pushed deeper till my tip kissed her womb. Embracing her tight as I felt that soft give, she wrapped her legs around my waist to lock me still.
They call this the daishuki hold, right?
Moments later, I felt the yang energy move, just as she described—heading through my cock into her.
One issue, though.
“Wait, hold on—this...”
The yang rose with a surging urge to cum.
Panicking at the idea of blowing my load right away, Hong Yeonhwa patted my back. “No worries. Told you—the yang’s imperfectly clumped. Just a first-time side effect. Shoot it all inside this lady.”
“Really...?”
No need to hold back, then. I released the tension I’d been gripping with.
Spurt, splurt.
A massive flood of semen gushed into her womb alongside the yang, like pissing. Simultaneously, something cool flowed in—her yin energy, no doubt. Her once-chilly insides warmed to a perfect temperature.
“Haa...”
Hong Yeonhwa closed her eyes, savoring the sensation of cum battering her womb. Soon, the yin receded and the yang returned—more refined, slightly larger.
Success in forging it into a sun. Cycle like this to gradually boost our inner power. Guess that means a second dantian in my balls and her womb.
As I mulled that dumb thought, she opened her eyes and rubbed her hefty tits against my chest expectantly. “All done. Now we can move for real...”
Thud!
Before she finished, something crashed in the next room.
“What...?”
Isn’t that Paeng Soso’s room? We exchanged puzzled looks.
Fell off the bed? Probably nothing. I moved to resume, but—
Thud! Thud! Thud!
Louder now. Not just falling—more like thrashing and hitting the wall.
Hong Yeonhwa nodded, thinking the same. Something was wrong with Soso. Regretfully—really regretfully—I pulled out before we’d even gotten going.
Pop.
Staring at the cum dribbling from her pussy, I said, “I’ll check. Wait here.”
“Mm.”
Leaving her pouting as she scooped the leaking semen back in, I got off the bed. As I reached for my scattered clothes—
Bang!
The locked door exploded inward, lock and all. A intruder appeared.
I instinctively shielded Hong Yeonhwa and sized them up. Long black hair in mandu-bun tails, tall for a woman, toned body visible through her clothes...
...Why’s Paeng Soso here?
I hurriedly covered my crotch and demanded, “Paeng Sojeo? What the hell? Get out now and—”
“Cock...”
“Huh?”
Paeng Soso stared entranced at my dick, slick with Hong Yeonhwa’s juices and my cum.
“Give me benefactor’s cock...”
“What?”
She started spouting nonsense. Now I saw—her face melted like she was drunk or drugged. Drool dripped from her slack mouth, her lower half soaked.
Anyone could see she wasn’t in her right mind. But not totally gone—she carefully shut the broken door before lunging at me.
“Cooock...!”
Straight for my crotch. She dropped to her knees right in front and shoved her face in—I barely blocked her.
“Wait! Hold on! What’s wrong with you all of a sudden?! Did you drink?!”
Her usually prim face slack and comically squished under my hand, she couldn’t tear her eyes off my cock.
“Please... benefactor... I beg you... please...”
Begging on her knees like a slave. I shot Hong Yeonhwa a pleading look.
“Oh dear...”
She looked even more troubled, like she had an inkling.
Reading my eyes, she nodded. “Seems your leaking yang energy did this.”
Her explanation: My imperfectly clumped yang had briefly sprayed intense energy around. Harmless in small amounts, but Soso’s body was brimming with yin. That boiled her yin over—and it didn’t stop there.
The Sun and Moon Body Circulation Art was an improved version of a lust art called Life-Seizing Demon Soul. Like most such arts, it forced arousal in targets. She’d removed it in refinement, but traces remained.
Mixing with Soso’s surging yin, it went haywire.
“In short, she’s as good as hit with a lust art and an aphrodisiac.”
“...How do we fix it?”
“One way. Calm her yin with your yang—the cause.”
“You don’t mean...?”
Hong Yeonhwa nodded with an indescribably complicated expression. “She needs to copulate with you.”
“Ah.”
Stunned by the unexpected, she mistook it for refusal. Soso stopped headbutting my hand and stood.
“Sorry... I’m sorry... It’s because I spied on you and masturbated... that’s why you’re mad and won’t...”
She bowed repeatedly.
“You spied...?”
I glanced at Hong Yeonhwa, who shook her pink head furiously. “Knew she was there, but not that she was peeping! ...Explains the overflowing yin, though.”
Masturbating alone builds yin, obviously. No idea how much to get that backed up.
Soso shuddered under my gaze, then staggered to the wall, gripping it. She thrust out her hips, hiked up her skirt, baring firm pelvis, plump ass like a full moon... and her sopping pussy.
“Spank my ass till your anger fades... please fill my virgin pussy with benefactor’s cum...”
“......”
Her words embarrassed even me. Honestly, it was insanely hot. All that pent-up lust made me want to pound her senseless right then.
Couldn’t show it, though. Eyeing Hong Yeonhwa, I asked cautiously, “No other way? What if we leave her?”
“...Her meridians explode—death or cripple.”
That’s way too brutal!