My Disciple's True Identity
One hour after finishing with Seoryeong, my body had returned to normal. Energy surged back into my previously empty shell.
The one who had healed my deep internal injuries—severe enough that even speaking had been a struggle—was Jin Seoryeong, now sprawled naked atop me like a blanket.
"Chaeeum Boyang to treat my injuries, huh. Impressive stuff."
Right now, she lay collapsed in an undignified heap after passing out from overwhelming pleasure, but the way she'd circulated her energy to heal me was truly masterful. She'd woven dozens of threads from her internal energy and stitched up the wounds in my dantian. To think something like that was even possible. It was the pinnacle of precise energy manipulation.
Seven years ago, when I'd last seen her, she was just a wild tomboy who only knew how to fight. Who could've guessed she'd master such fine control over her internal energy?
I felt a swell of pride and gently stroked the head of Seoryeong, who was sleeping soundly atop me, her breaths soft and ragged. It had been nearly seven years since I'd last touched that jet-black hair. Smooth as a silk serpent's scales, gleaming so darkly it reflected the light—it was even more beautiful than before.
"You've grown up, haven't you."
Saying this an hour after we'd entwined our bodies for another hour made me feel like some sleazy creep, but it was my honest sentiment. Only after overlapping our bodies, witnessing her growth, and seeing her like this in slumber could I finally view Seoryeong not as the girl from seven years ago, but as the woman she was now.
"You've gotten really beautiful."
If I'd accepted her current self at our reunion yesterday without overlaying it with memories of the past, I might've fallen for her on the spot. At twenty-five, her matured form was stunningly alluring.
But so much had happened between yesterday and today, and right now, I had matters more pressing than courtship or starting a family.
I gave her silky locks one last stroke, then slowly rolled over, easing her off me and onto the bed. I covered her with the blanket, slipped off the bed, pulled on my scattered pants from the floor, tied my belt, and grabbed my long robe from the chair.
Thud. Thud.
Now for what mattered most to me at this moment: I approached Yeon Wol, lying naked on the floor.
She'd been out cold since I whipped her into unconsciousness.
"Good thing the room's warm."
I'd worried her bare skin—skirt and undergarments stripped away—might chill on the floor, but thankfully, Seoryeong's room was well-heated. Still, lying there with nothing underneath couldn't be comfortable, so I draped my long robe over her and plopped down beside her.
"Sniff sniff... heh, hehehe..."
"...Good grief."
As soon as I covered her, Yeon Wol curled up, nuzzling her face into the robe. Even in sleep, she was inhaling my scent with that dopey grin—couldn't help but chuckle. Yeah, still just a kid. A long way to go before she's all grown up.
Yeon Wol was twenty this year. Old enough to be treated as an adult anywhere in the Central Plains. But with her nose buried in my robe, rubbing her cheeks and giggling like that? No way she looked grown-up. Maybe it was just in my eyes... but to me, she was still a child.
Yeah, she still needed my care.
"Hoo..."
I closed my eyes, placed a hand on her back, and gently infused her with internal energy. Thanks to Seoryeong's healing, unlike last time, circulating my energy was effortless. Through the energy flowing into her, I examined her internals.
"...Hm, as expected."
Just like this morning, I could sense her demonic qi via the energy I'd sent in. Its source lurked deep within, so I could only detect a fraction, but it was unmistakable.
"It's suppressed."
As anticipated, Yeon Wol's demonic qi was suppressed—just like when she'd climaxed inside me or taken it in her mouth.
"Even without my semen, it's suppressed. So it wasn't the yang energy in my seed holding it back."
The moment I'd seen her leaking thick demonic qi earlier, I'd suspected semen had no effect, and now confirmation turned suspicion to certainty. Up to now, her demonic qi had been quelled not by ejaculation, but something else.
"Which means..."
Demonic qi amplified human desires, its nature eroding reason and leaving only instinct—like how it let her casually commit gisamyeoljo, paralyzing her master with acupoint strikes and mounting him without a second thought.
Back during the Demon Church's uprising, that same force had led demon cultists—driven by amplified bloodlust—to slaughter nearly every sect and villager in their path.
But that was for those with slaughterous cravings. Yeon Wol was different. From last night to now, her desires revolved around me. Unlike the Church demons bent on world-killing rampages, hers could be fulfilled with me present.
"The suppression now must be because her desire to connect with me has been somewhat satisfied."
All previous suppressions weren't from semen yang energy, but from partially sating her desires through intimacy with me. In other words, if I kept fulfilling Yeon Wol's desires going forward, her demonic qi wouldn't rampage, and her secret wouldn't be exposed.
Easy in theory, impossible in practice.
"Can't indulge a disciple's whims forever."
Desires only grew stronger once fed. Oral release might suffice now, but eventually, it wouldn't. Like drug tolerance, her threshold would rise, demanding more and more from me.
"And that road leads to... ruin."
Human greed was boundless; indulgence inevitably hit a wall. Even if I accepted the taboo, married her, had kids, and never parted—someday, she'd be unsatisfied.
So, as her master, I had to teach her. The method I'd once abandoned due to her youth: controlling desires to master her demonic qi.
"It'll be a tough path, but no choice. She has to overcome it. It's the only way to save Yeon Wol."
In the Central Plains, demons were public enemies executed on sight. If she leaked qi like today, martial artists would swarm and cut her down. No expert, however mighty, could fight the world forever.
Thus, as her master, I had to save her—by teaching her to tame desires and control her demonic qi. The only way.
"Mixing carrot and stick like before... might work well."
Whipping her ass earlier had proven effective; her current suppression was proof. She'd climaxed contentedly from spanks on her ass and pussy. As a master, that fetish was hard to swallow, but if it saved her, I'd use it.
I had the resolve to do anything for her. Stroking her snow-white hair like a pristine field, I pondered future plans—when a voice came from behind.
"First thing after I heal your injuries and you wake up: peeping at your sleeping disciple? You're... one twisted pervert, Baek Jincheon."
Seoryeong had come to, sooner than expected. I'd figured she'd sleep longer after that blackout orgasm, but peak experts were peak for a reason.
"Pervert. Lewd fiend. Lust demon. Only gets hard for disciples—total disciple fetishist. Disciple-banger."
"...Sigh, cut it out."
Hearing that from her lips crushed my spirit. I'd strived so hard these seven years to be a proper master for Yeon Wol to emulate. Each barb conjured forbidden acts, tormenting me.
"You felt for yourself earlier that my tastes are perfectly normal."
I turned to face her—pouting furiously for some reason—and shot back. Our coupling had been impulsive, under the excuse of healing, with no prior bond; I felt guilty. But it was my only counter. I'd gotten aroused by her, not as a disciple—we'd fucked, and I'd creampied her. Undeniable fact.
No more disciple jabs now. I sighed inwardly in relief—then her lips curled mischievously.
"True, I did confirm it. Even half-dead, barely able to twitch a finger, you got rock-hard for me—your cock, er, I mean, your... manhood."
During the heat of it, she'd moaned "cock" no problem, but now, reason restored, she blushed and sanitized it to "manhood." Adorably so; I smiled silently—until her next words smacked my skull.
"But y'know, Baek Jincheon... come to think of it, I was your disciple too, right?"
"Seoryeong, that was just a one-time sword lesson seven years ago. Calling it a master-disciple bond is a stretch..."
"Stretch? Learning has no length— even a day that helps makes one a master. And I'm no ingrate. I've always been grateful to you, Baek Jincheon. That wall I broke? All thanks to you."
"...Sigh."
She wasn't wrong. If she saw me as her master and felt grateful, what could I say? But her sudden "disciple" claim was pure teasing; I sighed anyway.
"Hehehe, look at that face. Should've stayed in bed till I woke. Basic courtesy between man and woman—this is your punishment."
News to me on "basic courtesy." But yeah, me hopping off first to check Yeon Wol probably irked her.
Having landed that solid hit over my "courtesy" ignorance, Seoryeong wiped her grin and nodded toward Yeon Wol.
"Hoo... So, your disciple. What's her deal? Why's she got demonic qi?"
"...What if I don't answer?"
"What? Me even asking is insane mercy. Hide it, and... as Subduing Demon Captain, I'll fulfill my duty."
Her blue eyes gleamed coldly. She meant it. No living in the Central Plains after crossing the Murim Alliance's Subduing Demon Captain.
"Sigh... Fine, no choice. I'll tell you."
"Good. Spill."
I let out a deep breath, then laid it out straight to the intently listening Seoryeong.
"Yeon Wol is the daughter of the dead Heavenly Demon."
My disciple was the Heavenly Demon's daughter.