Let Me Suck It Too!
"Let me suck your dick too!"
"But Baek Jincheon, it's only natural for you to carry your own sword. Do you really need to lug that box on your back? Isn't that why people take disciples—to make them carry your luggage?"
"...Hey, Master didn't take me in as a disciple just to use me as a pack mule."
Yeon Wol scowled fiercely at Jin Seoryeong's words and shot back. It seemed like she'd truly reflected after getting her ass spanked, because she'd started speaking politely to Seoryeong.
"You can only say that because you don't know how fatefully Master and I met, or how much he cherishes and loves me. Master never entrusts luggage to the people he truly loves."
She was using polite speech flawlessly, at least.
"Ha, this little...!"
For some reason, Seoryeong's tolerance seemed to drop the moment Yeon Wol switched to polite speech. Did formal language grate on her more than the bratty backtalk? Come to think of it, if someone yelled at me casually in anger, I'd just think, "Sigh, what's their deal?" and brush it off. But if they did it politely? That might actually piss me off more.
...No way. She didn't start using polite speech just to poke at Seoryeong better, did she? Nah, no way. Our sweet Yeon Wol wouldn't resort to something so petty.
The suspicious thought flashed through my mind, but I quickly shook my head to banish it. As her master, doubting my disciple like this was wrong—no matter how outrageous her antics had been these past few days.
"But you're right. Stuff like luggage is better carried by me than Master. Here, let me take the box."
As I cleared the stray thoughts from my head, Yeon Wol sidled up to me, hugging my right arm tight and saying something so thoughtful. See? How sweet is she? She's offering to carry it so I don't have to.
What kind of disciple does that? My right arm was blatantly wedged between her massive tits, which was a bit distracting, but hey, it was just her usual way of showing affection. I was touched that she was thinking of me.
"It's fine, my disciple. You're still too young to bear this burden. Wait until you've grown more, then I'll hand it over."
But praiseworthy or not, right now, I was the only one who could carry this box. Yeon Wol just wasn't big enough yet.
"Ugh, too young? Don't you get that saying stuff like that just makes you look weird?"
"Huh? What do you mean?"
"If we're going by what you say, then you slept with your 'still-too-young' disciple and even came in her mouth!"
"...Cough."
Yeon Wol squeezed my right arm even tighter, as if flaunting how huge her breasts had grown, and grumbled curtly. Her words hit me like a gut punch—something hot and acrid rose in my throat. If my internal injuries hadn't been healed yet, that shock might've thrown me into qi deviation.
I silently thanked Seoryeong again for treating me, then opened my mouth to scold Yeon Wol.
"You little—!"
"Baek Jincheon, is it true?"
"Uh, wha—?"
But a chilling voice from my left cut me off. I turned from Yeon Wol on my right to Seoryeong on my left, meeting icy blue eyes as cold as the glaciers of the North Sea Ice Palace.
"What your disciple just said—is it true?"
Seoryeong was pissed. She was the type to turn colder the angrier she got, so this wasn't just irritation; she was furious.
I instinctively leaned toward Yeon Wol from the chill, but I couldn't even do that. Seoryeong had already latched onto my left arm just as tightly as Yeon Wol had my right.
"I asked if what your disciple said is true, Baek Jincheon."
With both arms pinned tight, unable to budge, Seoryeong repeated the question in the same tone.
"N-No, you didn't hear? Yeon Wol was overcome by her demonic qi and pounced on me..."
"Not that."
"Huh?"
"You came in your disciple's mouth. Is that true?"
"..."
Seoryeong's icy question shut me up cold. Because yes, I'd shoved my dick in Yeon Wol's mouth and made her suck it until I blew straight down her throat.
Until yesterday, I could've gotten away with, "I had no choice to suppress her demonic qi." But now that we knew semen yang energy did jack shit for demonic qi suppression, that excuse wouldn't fly. It'd just make me look like a total pervert who forced oral on his disciple under false pretenses.
It was too hard to just say "yes" outright, so I kept my mouth shut for a moment. Then Yeon Wol, still hugging my right arm, jumped in.
"Um, you saw the lipstick marks I left on Master's dick yourself, so why even ask?"
"It depends on who initiated it. I figured you just raped Baek Jincheon and happened to suck him off while you were at it!"
Seoryeong hugged my arm even tighter in fury. Her massive, softer-than-Yeon-Wol's tits completely engulfed my left forearm.
"But now I realize Master made me suck his dick, and you're shaking with inferiority and jealousy? Pfft."
"You... you gisamyeoljo-committing bitch...!"
"I'm not your bitch. And even if I did commit gisamyeoljo, it wouldn't faze me. It's been my lifelong dream to do it with Master."
"Grrgh...!"
With both arms trapped in flesh prisons no man could escape, I sweated bullets amid their verbal sparring. Yeon Wol was dominating one-sidedly. The fact that I had made her suck me off seemed to be the biggest gap between them right now.
"Hey, Baek Jincheon! Explain! What the hell happened that you'd make your disciple suck your dick? You're not the type to do that for no reason!"
Realizing she couldn't win a shouting match with Yeon Wol, Seoryeong turned to me.
"Inferiority complex, jealousy... How pathetic. But yeah, Master wouldn't make a disciple suck his dick without reason. He values master-disciple propriety so much. Though, the fact that he broke those very proprieties himself... must mean he loves me that much, right?"
But Yeon Wol answered Seoryeong's desperate question instead, smugly needling her with shoulders and nose held high. Seoryeong finally trembled in defeat, still clinging to my left arm.
"U-Ugh...!"
How did things spiral like this?
"Haa."
I sighed and turned to look at Seoryeong.
"Why... why only that bitch...?"
She seemed genuinely shocked, her eyes brimming with tears. One poke, and they'd spill—and Yeon Wol, who hated her guts, wouldn't miss the chance.
So before Yeon Wol could prod her, I spoke first.
"Both of you, stop. Let go of my arms."
"Sniff... F-Fine...!"
"Ehh? Why, Master? I wanna hug your arm tighter the whole way!"
Seoryeong looked at me with trembling eyes and slowly released me. Yeon Wol whined openly in protest.
"Let go."
"Eek! Y-Yes...!"
I stared her down coldly, and she finally obeyed. She seemed rational enough—no demonic qi flare-up—but she was getting more willful by the day. Still, this level of rebellion was cute. She was twenty, after all—the age when emotions run wild.
With both of them off my arms, I looked at Seoryeong.
"I made Yeon Wol suck my dick because I thought it would suppress her demonic qi at the time."
"Uh, huh?"
"M-Master! You don't have to say it straight out!"
"Be quiet."
Yeon Wol tried to interrupt, unhappy with my honesty, but no dice this time. I couldn't let my disciple run the show while Seoryeong was on the verge of tears.
"Why stir up trouble with unnecessary details? Can't you two just get along? Seoryeong's your elder sister, older than you."
"Hiiing..."
Having quelled Yeon Wol with pure logic, I met Seoryeong's eyes again.
"But now I know semen yang energy doesn't suppress demonic qi. So from now on, I won't make Yeon Wol—or anyone—suck my dick. It was a mistake born of trial and error, and I don't repeat mistakes. So Seoryeong, no need to feel hurt."
I was honest with her. Sure, Yeon Wol's graceful, elegant movements had briefly overwhelmed my reason with lust—but that was it. As a master, making a disciple suck you off was unforgivable.
That's why I declared right there: no more dick-sucking for anyone. A world where no one gets hurt...
"N-No! Let me suck it too! You let her do it, so why not me? This is discrimination, Baek Jincheon! I was your disciple too! Treat us the same! Let me leave lipstick marks all over your dick and suck you off till you cum down my throat!"
"Exactly! Why do you get to decide with your dick, Master? I wanna suck it while we sleep, and sneak under the covers before you wake up to slurp you awake—why ban that?!"
"...?"
What the—? Their fierce, totally unexpected reactions blanked my mind. My precious friend and beloved disciple were united in demanding I rescind the no-blowjobs rule.
We'd only been traveling a few hours, and this was already happening. If it was this bad now, how much more headache-inducing chaos awaited...?
I shuddered at the terrifying future when a harsh voice barked from behind.
"Hey, you lot! Who gave you permission to use this road? Huh?!"
Green headband, wild boar leather coat, axe at the hip.
"Don't you know this path belongs to Elder Ma Gal, master of the Green Forest's 29th mountain stronghold?!"
In this chaotic mess, the bandits had come to my rescue. Thanks, bandits!