Master's Grace (2)
“Wahhh! I’m baby Sochan! Gimme milk!”
“…My lady?”
“…Jin-gaga?”
With a whatever-happens-happens mindset, I let out a piercing wail, and both Hong Yeonhwa, who’d been grilling me from above, and Paeng Soso, who’d been rubbing her body against mine, froze solid. It was like someone had hit the pause button. Hong Yeonhwa was the first to snap out of it, her eyes darting around in confusion as she tugged at Paeng Soso’s sleeve.
“Soso! Soso! This is bad! My husband’s gone weird! Qi deviation?! His condition’s still unstable, and it’s this lady’s teasing that pushed it into his marrow, messing up his head…!”
“Calm down, Hong-unnie. That’s something you do all the time. Think about what you were feeling when you did it, and you might figure out Jin-gaga’s state right now!”
“The reason this lady went ‘wahhh’… It was just because my husband likes cute things, so I acted cute to get some affection, that’s all…”
“Exactly!”
“Huh?”
Paeng Soso launched into a confident explanation for the tilting-headed Hong Yeonhwa.
“Normally, Jin-gaga babies us like crazy, but right now he can’t move properly, so he obviously wants us to baby him for a change!”
It was like she was explaining how a platypus’s plump tail stores fat like a camel’s hump—with total conviction. And yeah, she was spot on.
Paeng Soso approached me, her hands fidgeting suspiciously.
“Heh heh heh. Just stay still, Jin-gaga. We’ll take care of everything.”
“What’re you…?”
“C’mon, you asked for milk. Gotta give it to him if he wants it, right?”
“Then why’d you clear the bowl?! I wasn’t done eating!”
“To feed you something else. Like… hey!”
Suddenly, Paeng Soso yanked at Hong Yeonhwa’s clothes.
“Eek!”
Hong Yeonhwa’s breasts spilled out naturally as her top tore. She reflexively tried to cover them, but those slim arms couldn’t hide tits bigger than her head. If anything, the way they squished and overflowed between her arms made it even more erotic. Did she even realize that?
“W-what is this outrage?!”
“Hong-unnie, seriously. What’s there to hide between us at this point?”
“T-that’s true, but you startled me!”
Hong Yeonhwa glanced my way and lowered her arms. Thud. Her suppressed breasts bounced free, heavy and swaying. Man, this view never got old. The poking blood acupuncture wasn’t done yet, so she was still straddling me. Looking up at those tits from below had a unique charm. Our height difference meant I usually only saw them from above, so this felt fresh.
Maybe sensing my intense stare, Hong Yeonhwa deliberately squeezed her shoulders together, pushing her breasts up like a display.
…What’s with the service attitude? Anyway, she shot Paeng Soso a hamster-level glare—pouting but not really pouting—and Paeng Soso just shrugged.
“Figured Jin-gaga likes your milk jugs more than mine.”
“Milk jugs? What vulgar slang is that?!”
“It’s where the milk comes from, so milk jugs fits.”
“Th-this lady hasn’t produced any yet, though…?”
Hong Yeonhwa timidly protested but leaned in closer anyway, clearly tempted. Her massive breasts loomed right in front of my nose with just a slight dip. But not quite touching. Her floral body scent and warmth teased me from that tantalizing distance. If I lifted my head just a bit, I could bury my face in them again—but every time I tried, agony ripped through my muscles like they were shredding into a thousand pieces.
I stretched my tongue out desperately, but it fell short by a hair. Just a finger’s width away, yet it felt like an uncrossable chasm. Despair welled up. Why can’t I reach…!
In the midst of my frantic tongue-stretching, my eyes met Hong Yeonhwa’s. Normally, her breasts would block her face, but with her upper body tilted forward, our gazes locked. Her eyes curved softly, like she was gazing at something utterly adorable, and she spoke.
“Do you like this lady’s breasts that much?”
“Well…”
“If you tell me how much, I might let you suckle.”
“……”
A flurry of flowery phrases flashed through my mind. But none could capture the full allure of Hong Yeonhwa’s breasts. I mulled over words, swallowing them again and again. Finally, I found my answer. I took a deep breath, stared straight into her pink eyes, and opened my mouth.
“Wahhh.”
Lying still while Hong Yeonhwa and Paeng Soso took turns wringing me dry was a pretty novel experience. Sure, they’d ridden me a few times before, but it was nothing like this. Back then, I’d thrust up to match their rhythm, groping their jiggling tits or grabbing those perfect asses… But this time, I couldn’t do a damn thing. Just lay there.
…So this is what it feels like to have no control.
As I stared blankly at the ceiling, replaying it all, Hong Yeonhwa—snuggled up beside me with her breast in my mouth like a pillow—spoke up.
“Come to think of it, I’ve never heard about your master. He created an art that even startled this lady, so he must’ve been no ordinary man.”
“Oh, I’ve been curious too! Someone who could make something like that could be called a grandmaster anywhere. But no clue who it could be, so it’s been driving me nuts.”
Paeng Soso peeked up from below, where she’d been cleaning my dick with her mouth.
“If you were that curious, why not just ask?”
“You left your home and master’s grave to follow this lady. I feared stirring up bad memories and troubling your heart.”
“I figured if you were hiding it, there must be a reason, so I didn’t pry. Like, maybe he was a demonic cult fiend who reformed? Or caused a ton of trouble in his youth? I’ve heard that happens sometimes.”
“Both worries were pointless. It’s nothing special. Just never came up.”
If Master had said he was running off with a woman back when he was alive, I’d have been jealous enough to cry blood tears—not try to stop him. He’d have shoved gifts at me and told me to scram.
And a demonic cult fiend? From his stories and what I saw, Master was the straightest guy I knew. Sure, he had a colorful history…
Anyway, perfect chance to spill some tales.
“Let’s see… My master was…”
I sifted through memories from our first meeting to his final day and began.
“Ugly as hell.”
“Huh?”
“Pardon?”
Hong Yeonhwa and Paeng Soso tilted their heads. Guess it didn’t land.
“Not just ugly—extremely ugly. You know how people stare when we walk through the market? That’s ‘cause you two are gorgeous. Same vibe when Master and I went down to the village.”
“No way…?”
“Yeah. They couldn’t look away from how ugly he was.”
I’d reincarnated, lost my parents before I hit five, and was lying there thinking life sucked when Master popped up out of nowhere. Our first meeting? Unforgettable. That face was pure character.
“And he was a virgin till 96.”
“Practicing Boy's Kung Fu or something?”
“Maybe a Buddhist disciple?”
“Nah, just so ugly all the women freaked out.”
“……”
“……”
Seeing their stunned faces made me grin. This was just the opener.
“He told me stories from his youth. This one’s from his first jianghu outing…”
Master was a natural genius—at least, that’s what he claimed. Confident enough to charge a mountain full of bandits solo. And…
“He wiped them out or subdued them, then saw the bandit chief’s daughter and proposed on the spot.”
“Huh?”
“Pardon?”
Hong Yeonhwa and Paeng Soso tilted their heads in unison. Wouldn’t get it at first. I didn’t either.
“Only woman among a bunch of burly bandits, so she looked stunning, he said.”
“Uh… and then?”
“She pretended to accept, smashed the back of his head, so he tearfully handed them all to the authorities.”
Learned after that to look beyond appearances, he said.
“…That was his debut, so there’s more after, right?”
“Obviously. Next, while handing off those bandits…”
Hit on an official’s daughter, she burst into tears, soldiers chased him out of town. Beggar from the Beggars’ Sect—he kept hitting on her granddaughter mid-beg, ruined it, nearly got Beggars’ Cane Technique’d. Fell for an Ami nun at first sight, tried the ‘must’ve been married in a past life’ line, almost got stabbed. Saved a Sichuan Dang girl by chance, heard about their grudge obsession, proposed immediately— she collapsed in shock, so he took the money and dipped, bitterly.
Et cetera. I shared a few standout black histories, and their faces went pale.
“Never imagined it was that bad…”
“Can’t picture it with just Jin-gaga…”
“We’re not blood-related, so yeah. But the real point’s next.”
Most would’ve gone off the rails, but Master never strayed from the straight path till the end. That’s the man who took me in, taught me martial arts, created Martial Spirit Divine Art. Wasn’t it all thanks to his grace that I was here, sandwiched happily between Hong Yeonhwa and Paeng Soso?
Kinda felt that way.
……
“So what’s Jin-gaga’s master’s nickname?”
“Eternal Virgin.”
“Ah…”