The Heavenly Demon's Poking Blood Acupuncture
The sun had set long ago. In the dead of night, only the candlelight illuminated the room in a crimson glow. Hong Yeonhwa, her face flushed—perhaps from the lighting—whispered softly.
"Take off your clothes."
Her distinctive archaic speech and lovely voice tickled my ear.
Take... what off?
The comforting words I'd been mulling over to console Hong Yeonhwa just moments ago had vanished into thin air. Now, her command to undress looped endlessly in my mind.
Undress? Suddenly? Was the mood right for this?
Of course, I wasn't against it. Hong Yeonhwa was my ideal type in looks, and after just one day together, her personality didn't seem bad either. If I had to nitpick a flaw, it was that she wasn't in her right mind right now... but couldn't her other charms outweigh that?
Gulp. I swallowed without realizing it. My gaze kept drifting downward. Before I knew it, she'd closed the distance to arm's reach, and I found myself looking down at her.
The first thing that caught my eye was her petite face, packed with delicate features. Pink eyes filled with firm resolve. A cute little nose. Soft-looking lips. And pink hair reminiscent of flowers, with her ear peeking out coyly from between the strands.
Was it okay for someone in this world to be this beautiful? But that was just the start. Tilting my head down further, I saw her massive breasts pushing her martial robe to its absolute limit.
Nothing else was visible. Everything below was obscured by those breasts.
Was I staring too blankly? Hong Yeonhwa tilted her head slightly.
"Didn't you hear me? I said to undress."
Her words scattered my thoughts, snapping me back to reality. Amid my sharpened senses, her faint, unique fragrance wafted up. Heat rushed to my face. Hoping the candlelight would hide my blush, I stammered,
"Uh, w-well... I don't dislike you, Miss Hong... I actually like you... but still, this is..."
The reason I hesitated despite being so drawn to her was simple: the timing was too suspicious.
What if this was her offering her body as a way to prove her worth after despairing over her lack of skills? She'd been deeply depressed just moments ago. Perfect setup for extreme assumptions. Who knew what would happen the next day once she came to her senses? It probably wouldn't end well.
This world was conservative about sex. Martial artists were relatively open-minded, but nothing compared to the modern era.
"Why is a grown man acting so shy and dragging his feet?"
"Ah, wait—!"
"Hmph! Stop squirming!"
Dissatisfied with my hesitation, she furrowed her delicate brows and roughly started stripping my clothes off. At that point, I figured what the hell and pretended to resist without much effort.
"Oh..."
Hong Yeonhwa let out a short gasp of admiration at my suddenly exposed upper body. Then, as if intrigued, she poked and prodded here and there before speaking.
"I knew your foundation was solid, but you haven't neglected your external arts either."
Her lips curved up slyly. Who wouldn't feel good hearing their body praised? But next—what, did I have to take off the bottoms? Or was it her turn now? With my lifetime record as a total virgin in both past and present lives, I had no clue.
"Now, sit down and turn around."
"Around? Sure, why not."
A bit out of left field, but true—I had no idea what came next anyway. I obediently followed her lead.
Well, standing probably wouldn't be easy, right? Turning around... maybe out of shyness? I'd never done it, so I wasn't sure, but I'd heard some people preferred the lights off.
Swish.
My heart pounding as I waited, I heard footsteps drawing closer. She must have sat right behind me, pressed against my back. Then her hands settled on my shoulders. Small, soft, and warm.
That touch revealed her intent. She was starting with foreplay!
Just as I'd guessed, her fingers soon began slowly kneading my shoulders. At the same time, something soft and squishy pressed against my back.
When your breasts are bigger than your head, this happens, huh.
Squish, rub, press.
I surrendered completely to her hands. The stimulation felt good, no doubt, but something was off. This wasn't foreplay... it was a massage?
"Miss Hong."
"Ngh, hng... What is it?"
Her voice came out strained, like when exerting effort. Her small hands matched their size with weak grip strength. My body was tough, so she was probably grunting without realizing.
"Just to ask... what exactly are you doing right now?"
"Ah, this lady forgot to explain in her haste. As you see, it's Poking Blood Acupuncture."
"...Poking Blood Acupuncture?"
"Without internal energy, the effect will be lesser, but for one like this lady, even without it, relieving a day's fatigue is possible."
"Ah..."
Poking Blood Acupuncture. Of course I knew what it was. A hands-on healing method using strikes, presses, rubs, and such to aid recovery from minor fatigue to major internal injuries. By stimulating precise acupoints, it unblocks stagnant qi and blood, relaxes muscles, and boosts natural healing.
Sounded like dubious energy healing, but in this world where qi existed, it actually worked. I'd received it a few times from Master when I first started learning martial arts—back when neither of us knew my limits.
In simple terms, it was Murim-style massage. More like sports massage. In porn, it shows up when legally groping a female expert's body with obsessive focus on the perineum acupoint... but here, it was totally different. A wholesome treatment requiring deep anatomical knowledge, not something you could get easily. And since it usually required internal energy, this was just a regular massage.
...Hope she doesn't figure out I thought it was something pervy.
Barely suppressing my urge to writhe in embarrassment, her small hands suddenly paused.
"Hng... Hm? Why are you suddenly trembling? D-do you hurt somewhere? There's no way this lady touched wrong..."
"N-no, I'm fine. Just got chilly with my shirt off. I'll get used to it."
I reflexively bullshitted in response to her voice laced with doubt and worry. She visibly relaxed with a sigh and resumed the massage.
Good, she didn't seem to catch on. As I'd said before, she was a bit oblivious to this stuff.
Brushing away my relief inwardly, I shifted to another topic.
"One thing I want to ask."
"Ngh... What is it?"
"If you could get gold just by chatting a bit at the Murim Alliance, what would you do? Enough to live off for half a lifetime, at least."
"This lady destroyed the Murim Alliance, though?"
"Hypothetically, assuming it's still fine."
She pondered briefly before declaring firmly,
"I'd sweep it away again and take the gold."
"Whoa..."
What kind of guts. Never taking her to the Murim Alliance. But just in case, I pressed,
"What if you're broke and powerless like now?"
"Even if they offered ten million taels of gold, there's no talking with those vile righteous faction scum."
"Straight to the point..."
"...But why keep asking this? Did you meet some Murim Alliance remnant promising a high price for handing this lady over?"
"No! Absolutely not! It's hard to explain in detail, but really, it's not that! Believe me!"
Realizing my probing might cause a huge misunderstanding, I flailed in denial without thinking.
...Dumbass move. Who'd believe "just trust me" out of nowhere?
Should I keep bullshitting or come clean that her memories were wrong? As I agonized,
Smack.
Hong Yeonhwa suddenly slapped my back.
"Twas a jest. If you'd meant to sell this lady, you'd have done it before she regained her wits. ...Ah, and the upper body's done. Stretch your legs and turn this way."
I obeyed again. She started massaging from my thighs downward. Avoiding the cleavage revealed by her bent posture, I said,
"Hey, really, it's not like that, right?"
"This lady spoke in earnest as well. Besides... this lady had no choice from the start. Fleeing like this, I'd become beast fodder or get caught by local bandits before reaching the village. Even if I made it, the town thugs would be trouble. That's what lacking power means in this era."
"Then good..."
What kind of lawless era was the Central Plains in her head to jump to such pessimistic conclusions? Curiosity flickered, but relief at dodging suspicion outweighed it.
My heart's been through the wringer today. Felt like tumbling off a cliff twice and barely surviving.
Finally relaxing, I watched her knead my legs. No more words, just a subtle silence.
Soon, finishing with my feet, she looked up proudly.
"That's all. How is it? All fatigue gone, no?"
Sweat beaded on her from lack of strength, but it only enhanced her allure instead of detracting.
I nodded dazedly and rolled my shoulders. I'd planned to humor her efforts politely, since how effective could it be...
"Huh?"
My body actually felt light. Startled, I jumped up and tested my legs—same thing. Lighter.
Normally, at this hour, my training-ravaged body would be at its heaviest. Recovery happened during sleep. Yet no muscle soreness, no fatigue.
Sleeping now, I'd wake incredibly refreshed—I could feel it.
Reading the awe in my reaction without me saying a word, she thrust out her ample chest proudly.
"This is what this lady can do."
After that, Hong Yeonhwa stopped pushing herself. She focused purely on recovery—eating, meditating, sleeping, repeat.
Instead, before bed after her routine, she always gave my whole body a thorough Poking Blood Acupuncture massage.
Thanks to that, even with an extra mouth increasing the workload, I maintained better condition than usual.
Plus, she was recovering steadily; the sweat during massages lessened. Stronger grip meant better fatigue relief too.
About ten days passed like that.
"Rice is out."
Time for a trip to the village.