I Really Want to Suck Master's Cock ♥
"Come on in, Master! Hurry!"
The tearful hysterics from moments ago had vanished without a trace. Yeon Wol was simply beaming as she called me into her room. In the old days, if she'd called me like that, I would've chuckled, "What's wrong, my disciple?" and stepped right in. But not now. Because if I went in, I'd have to mix my body with hers.
Of course, a man and woman both over twenty living under the same roof and sharing their bodies wasn't strange at all. But a master and disciple doing it? That went beyond strange—it was a clear case of gisamyeoljo, the ultimate teacher-disciple taboo. Something that should never, ever happen.
Still, it was necessary for treating Yeon Wol's condition, so I steeled myself inwardly, chanting a mantra as I entered her room. This is treatment. This is treatment. What I'm doing is treatment, and as her master, it's my duty. Not for sharing carnal pleasures, but to keep my disciple from turning into a demon. Yeah, I'm Yeon Wol's master. So something like this shouldn't faze me at all...
"Nngh... Why won't this come undone? It was so easy yesterday..."
My chanting was interrupted by a strange sensation. I looked down to see Yeon Wol kneeling before my crotch, grunting as she fumbled with my belt.
"...What are you doing?"
"Untying Master's belt!"
"No, I can see that. What I mean is, why are you untying my belt?"
"Huh? To mate, I have to, right?"
Was she right? Technically, yes. To suppress her magic, I had to ejaculate inside her, and to do that, I'd need to get my cock out first. But even if it was necessary, there was such a thing as proper procedure. I hadn't even suggested it yet as her master, and here she was, reaching for my cock on her own. That was definitely a breach of etiquette.
She might get a pass if she were lost to her demonic urges like yesterday, unable to control herself. But right now, Yeon Wol was in her right mind. So this time, I decided not to let it slide.
"Disciple, stop."
"Nngh, just a sec, Master. Almost got it..."
"I said stop."
"Hik...!"
I lowered my voice, and her hands, which had been eagerly working my belt, froze solid.
"Look up. Meet my eyes."
At my command, she slowly raised her head in a stiff, creaking motion, like she might snap.
"When I say it once, you obey. Why do you always make me say it twice? Did crossing the line once yesterday make you think you could do it anytime now?"
"Uh, um, th-that's..."
"I let yesterday's gisamyeoljo slide because you were overcome by your demonic nature—it was unavoidable. But not now. You're sober, so how can you fail to show your master even basic respect? Is that how I taught you?"
"Ugh... S-sorry."
I spoke sternly, gravely, my face set. Her expression soured in real time—lips drooping, brows furrowing, her red eyes welling with tears. And yet, she was still desperately holding eye contact as ordered. Commendable? Or just cunning?
"Hoo... Good. Knowing it was wrong is enough."
"Y-yes...!"
One more push and she'd cry for sure, and I didn't want to be the kind of master who shoved his cock into a sobbing disciple's pussy. So I let out a light sigh to ease the tension.
"Remember this, disciple. This is a medical procedure. Not a man and woman enjoying the clouds and rain. I'm the one performing the treatment. You're the patient."
Of course, I had to say it. I wouldn't tolerate a repeat of yesterday. No more disciple laying hands on her master—that was gisamyeoljo I wouldn't allow. So I needed to establish one rule for our relationship.
"During this treatment, the one in control is always your master, not you. Forget that, and it's a rule broken. Understand?"
The rule: during treatment, the master takes the lead.
"Y-yes...!"
It was my unilateral declaration, but fresh off the scolding, Yeon Wol nodded without protest. Seeing her like that tugged at my heartstrings again, so I reached out and stroked her snowy white hair.
"Ah! M-Master... Heehee."
The way she beamed the instant I petted her—like the scolding never happened—made her impossible to hate. Still kneeling, obediently meeting my gaze as ordered, she looked up at me. I undid my belt with my free left hand.
Slither. Thud.
My pants slid off and hit the floor on their own. Now, with Yeon Wol kneeling right in front of my crotch, my underwear was inches from her face.
"Ahem. You don't have to keep staring into my eyes anymore. Instead, take a good look at your master's crotch."
"Gulp! Y-yes! ♥"
At my words, she placed her hands politely on her knees and faced my crotch head-on, like a bride welcoming her husband home. It felt a bit odd.
Yesterday, she'd been paralyzed by acupoint strikes and too flustered to see properly, but Yeon Wol... she'd definitely grown into a woman. Her disheveled nightclothes revealed deep cleavage between her massive breasts. Even from above, her huge, soft ass asserted its presence. And the mature aura emanating from her demure kneeling pose.
Just moments ago, while scolding her, she'd seemed like a child. But now, facing my crotch, she looked every bit the adult. If we weren't master and disciple...
"Sniiiif, haaah ♥ Sniiiif, hnnngh ♥"
"...What are you doing?"
"Huh? N-nothing, Master! I-I just got out of breath without thinking! I swear I'm not s-smelling Master or anything!"
"......"
Her eyes glazed over as she pressed her face close to my crotch, sniffing away. Any stray thoughts shattered instantly. I shook my head and opened my mouth to explain why I'd positioned her there.
"From now on, while we treat you, I want to run a few tests, disciple. That's why I had you kneel here."
"R-right! I'm curious! Tell me quick, Master!"
"You don't have to force the enthusiasm, disciple. I already caught you sniffing me."
"Ahh... S-s-sorry."
"No need. It's actually a relief for me. If you can't resist my scent, what comes next will be easier."
"Huh?"
I untied my underwear and let it drop. My erect cock, trapped inside, sprang free with a heavy whoosh, slicing the air.
Tap. Thwack.
It grazed her nose on the way up, then settled squarely on her snowy scalp. Wait, how did that even happen? It had only brushed her nose going up, but landed perfectly on her head coming down. Physically impossible unless...
"Nnghaaa ♥ Master's cock is petting my head... ♥"
She'd timed it perfectly, tilting her head up. Yeon Wol was a martial artist of such high realm she could hold her own anywhere in the jianghu, with reflexes to match. And she used them for this? As her master, it was just tragic.
"Enough weirdness. Focus, disciple. We're starting the test now."
I lifted my cock off her head.
"Ah..."
A disappointed sigh escaped as it left her scalp, but I ignored it and explained what needed doing.
"From now on, you're going to suck my cock and drink my semen."
Yesterday, I'd discovered that injecting yang energy suppressed her magic. I'd confirmed the semen-borne yang entering her body did the trick. So I'd decided on internal ejaculation to deliver it—a proven method.
But vaginal creampie had one huge flaw: pregnancy risk. She was my disciple; a child between us would be absurd. Of course, if it happened, I'd love and take responsibility as a parent. But the kid would face the world's finger-pointing—born of gisamyeoljo, an ill-omened child.
I didn't want that, so I needed an alternative. And this was it.
"Master, you mean..."
"Yes. Oral sex."
Oral sex. If semen infused with yang energy suppressed her magic when taken into the body, why limit it to the pussy? That question led me here.
Would it actually work? We'd have to test it. But worth a shot. The only issue was whether Yeon Wol would accept sucking my cock...
"Nngh... M-Master's cock... I wanna suck it so bad ♥"
Yeah, no need to worry after all.
"Then, before sucking Master's cock, you should show proper manners first. I'll greet it politely. Mwah ♥"
Her pink, soft lips touched my glans, and with that, the oral therapy began.