Chapter 48
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 047
Chapter Title: Genius
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It's been three days since this body of mine was proven to be a genius.
"Hup..."
I didn't get arrogant.
Just as Kain the old man advised,
aside from time for eating, shitting,
and sleeping, I spent every moment cross-legged, devoting myself to No Breathing.
Hold the breath. Open the skin.
Suck in the mana from the air and cram it deep into the lower abdomen.
The seed in the dantian. Or energy clump. Or core.
Layer it on the surface, thin like puff pastry, over and over.
Most of it leaked back out,
but even so, I tried my best to grab it, to hold on tight.
Repeat that endlessly.
And the result...
'...It's grown.'
The mung bean-sized seed that had taken root in my dantian.
After three days of grinding,
it now felt like a proper grain of rice.
Still just rat-shit sized,
but feeling the tangible growth was encouraging.
As expected, I'm different from the riffraff.
I inwardly cheered,
and drew in another breath to hold it,
when...
"..."
It stings.
My temple itched and burned so much I couldn't focus.
Squinting sideways, I saw Baekrin propping her chin, glaring right through me.
"...Get lost. You're distracting."
"Tell me."
"What."
"That thing in the dantian. How do you make it."
Here we go again.
This girl stuck to my side at every chance, nagging endlessly.
"Figure it out yourself. We heard the same thing, so why can't you do it?"
"...You're such an ass."
Thwack!
"Ow, fuck! This bitch hits me every damn time!"
"Tell me and I won't hit you."
Baekrin clenched and unclenched her fist in threat.
I pounded my chest in injustice.
"How the hell do you explain this in words!
Just do it! Hold your breath tight, fling your sweat pores wide open! Suck it in!"
"..."
"It just slips right in naturally, clumps up with a pop in your lower belly! That's not working?"
I described the sensation as vividly as I could.
But Baekrin's face was still full of question marks.
"Fling open and suck in?"
"Yeah! Just open up and drink it! Through your skin!"
"How?"
"...Ugh, you frustrating idiot."
Is this how geniuses feel looking at dullards?
I explain, but she doesn't get it—
like a thousand unspeakable sweet potatoes lodged in my throat.
"Fuck if I know. I've explained everything I can describe.
I'm serious, I've stripped my soul bare. Can't put it more into words. So scram."
I irritably waved her off and closed my eyes again.
Wasting time talking to this dullard
would just steal my precious training hours.
Cross-legged again, I steadied my breathing.
'Ignore her. Ignore.'
Inhale, hold.
Awaken the skin's senses.
It comes.
The familiar energy wraps my body,
flows through veins, gathers toward the lower belly.
The moment the dick-sized thing in my dantian quivers in response,
chin.
"...?"
Something warm and soft touched my belly.
Startled, I opened my eyes.
Baekrin had arbitrarily pressed her palm to my dantian spot.
"...What the hell."
Her eyes were wide round.
Gone was her usual blank expression; she stared blankly at my belly.
"What're you doing, you perv? Sexual harassment?"
"...It's moving."
"What?"
"What is this? So clear..."
Baekrin muttered without lifting her hand from my belly.
"Something's swirling inside. Heavy.
...Different from mine."
She pulled her hand away, frantically rubbed her own lower belly.
Then crossed her legs and closed her eyes.
Probably trying to recreate what she'd just felt.
"..."
A minute, two passed like that.
"...Tch."
Baekrin opened her eyes and bit her lip.
"No good. Can't get that feeling."
"Told you, dullard."
"Shut up. It's different touching your body. Yours felt way more..."
She glanced lingeringly at my belly,
"Like rippling energy climbed right into my hand."
"So what."
"...Lend it."
"Lend what?"
My belly?
Does she think I'm some masochistic Buigi or what?
Slice off my gut and loan it?
Baekrin shot to her feet.
Then strode right up to me and,
"Your body."
With those words, she climbed on top of me.
"...Hey, hold on."
Before I could react,
Baekrin plopped down on my cross-legged thighs,
back to back, not facing me.
Then crossed her own legs into lotus position.
Suddenly, a two-stage combo robot.
Like a bizarre human tower.
...What do you call this.
Reverse missionary? Back cowgirl?
"...Heavy, you crazy bitch."
"Shut up. Can't focus."
"Heavy's bad enough, it hurts! My shins are gonna snap!"
A full-grown woman, a muscled one at that, crushing me whole—my legs went numb.
But Baekrin didn't budge.
Grab.
She even forced my hand onto her lower belly.
"Quit whining and do it."
"You fucking bitch, doing whatever you want..."
Whatever, she stayed silent like that.
True to her selfish nature,
she'd only move her ass once I did what she wanted.
"...Sigh, fine. Whatever, I'll do it."
I surrendered in the end.
Resisting here would just make her stubborn ass dig in, numb my legs more.
"...Do it, quick."
Baekrin pressed my hand firm to her lower belly, urging.
Her body heat from chest and thighs felt quite warm.
'Whew...'
I closed my eyes, cleared stray thoughts.
Do it like always. Normal routine.
...
Then,
"...?"
Something was different.
Normally, energy entered only through my skin,
my pores. Not now.
Not just my body, but this bitch on top—
mana poured in through Baekrin's body too.
Like going from one WiFi antenna to two.
Or ventilating through a small window,
then flinging open the balcony doors.
Her shoulders, back, limbs.
Energy absorbed through her pores flowed into me via our touching backs and asses.
Mine to her, hers to me.
Boundaries crumbling, blending sensations.
Like our bodies merged into one giant vessel.
The amount's different.
More than alone—heavy, massive waves crashing in.
"...Urk."
The overwhelming influx drew a groan from me unwittingly.
Dantian swelling full, bloated satisfaction.
But the problem wasn't just that.
'...Fuck.'
As energies mixed, body heating up—
blood surging through veins boiled too.
And that hot blood rushed to the most sensitive spot.
Twitch.
Baekrin's heavy ass on my thighs—right on my groin.
Between that soft, springy flesh,
my precious little buddy started raising its head.
I desperately hummed the national anthem in my mind,
tried picturing Kain's wrinkly mug.
No use.
Each energy surge tensed my lower body,
each of her ass twitches made it harden fiercer.
Not 'cause I'm a perv.
Just blood flow too damn good.
And who wouldn't pop a boner in this spot.
While I rationalized like that,
"...!"
Baekrin's body jolted hard once.
"...It's coming in."
She muttered like a sleepwalker.
"So much... hot stuff... mixing all over..."
She felt it too.
The massive, hot circulation between us.
Indeed, her lower belly under my palm burned hot.
"...Haa."
Baekrin exhaled raggedly.
Entranced, she overlaid her hand on mine.
Pressed her belly tight, not letting the energy escape.
"Got it... this is it."
Joy laced her voice.
"Definite. Clumped inside."
Baekrin slowly opened her eyes.
Glanced at her belly, my hand, and declared confidently.
"...It's formed."
Knocked up?
No, we didn't even put it in or cum.
And she can't have kids anyway.
Anyway, success.
This bizarre fusion training bore fruit.
"...Whew."
I huffed out held breath,
tried shoving off the unmoving bitch atop me.
"Done? Get off. Legs numb as hell."
And most of all,
my buddy's about to burst, can't hold longer.
But Baekrin didn't move.
Instead, she ground her ass heavier, glanced back with odd eyes.
"...What's that hard thing."
"You asking 'cause you don't know? Dick. Cock. Genitals, you fucking bitch."
"Slave acting lewd."
"You're the lewd one, who made it this way."
Man, I'm rape-horny now.
If not for Noy in the next room...
No, that old fuck Kain.
And if she weren't stronger than me.
I'd rip her open and pound away.
Squeeze.
"...Urk!"
But she didn't get off—instead tensed her ass, crushing heavier.
My rigid tool buried and squished between her cheeks.
"Hey! What the fuck!"
"Quiet."
Baekrin adjusted casually.
"Don't wanna lose this feeling."
"...So?"
She twisted to look down at me.
Her black eyes gleamed greedily.
"One more time."
"...You nuts? My legs'll break."
"Won't break. Sturdy, right."
She pressed my groin with her ass, adding,
"This too, hard."
"..."
Speechless.
She knows and does it anyway. Enjoys it even.
Don't care if my dick explodes, gathering her energy matters more.
"Quick, again."
Baekrin forced my hand back to her belly.
Closed eyes, brazenly inhaled.
"...Haa."
I sighed deeply.
Push all I want, she clamps ass tight, won't budge.
No choice.
Resigned, I closed eyes again.
Warm, soft ass texture.
Her scent wafting into my nose.
'...Someday, gonna fuck you raw.'
Grinding teeth, I held breath.
Thus this bizarre fusion training dragged on,
amid bursting lust and leg-numbing pain,
long and sticky.
Till I leaked precum like a faucet.
....
"Hoo..."
Kain checked Baekrin's pulse, exclaiming nonstop.
"Amazing. Definitely formed. And solid too."
"Hee hee."
Baekrin grinned smugly, sneaking a glance at me.
Like 'saw that?' mocking.
'...Fucking bitch.'
All thanks to me.
Product of my precious thighs and buddy's sacrifice.
Complain all I want, no sympathy,
just sore throat for me.
"Both of you, shockingly fast."
Kain shook his head in awe.
"Formed in mere days."
"Talent gap, what can ya do."
"Don't get cocky, listen up."
He cleared throat, setting tone.
"Progress faster than expected, so on to next stage."
"So now, teach us to use aura?"
"Yes. You know how to make it, now learn to use."
Earlier he said rushing causes indigestion,
but now both can accumulate (she can solo now),
both have energy clumps, so advance.
Hypocritical old geezer.
Kain drew his sword from waist.
Bastard sword.
Wielding that heavy thing one-armed like nothing.
Then explained.
"Principle's simple. Opposite of accumulation."
"Opposite?"
"Yes. You hold breath, pull mana from outside to store in dantian.
Now reverse: draw it out. Same, holding breath."
Kain deep-breathed, held.
Wung-
Low hum.
Thick, vivid blue light cloaked his sword.
Held it briefly to show us,
"Whew..."
Demo done, dispersed.
Exhale, and aura vanished like haze.
Definitely different from that scorpion bastard's.
His was dull, shaky light,
but held through talk.
Kain's: vivid deep blue.
But only while holding breath—that difference.
"Hm..."
No matter how I think, in a real scrap,
the more leeway one seems better... but oh well.
Only one to learn anyway.
"Unravel the clump in dantian bit by bit.
Imagine sending it through veins to arm, hand, and held weapon."
Adding,
"Easier than sensing and gathering unseen things. Using what's there.
Just control well. Grip tight so it doesn't leak wrong places."
Using easier than accumulating, he said.
"Now, try."
Baekrin went first.
Drew her curved sword from waist.
"Hup."
Held breath. Brows furrowed,
grip tightened on hilt.
5 seconds, 10.
Fwaah-!
"Oh...!"
Short. Mere instant.
But clear.
Faint bluish film coated her blade, then gone.
Like candle's final flicker before snuffing.
"Haa... haa..."
Baekrin panted, swaying. Sweat beaded her forehead.
"Impressive. Success on first try."
Kain sincerely applauded.
"...Cut off quick."
"Dantian seed still small."
He nodded,
"But definite aura. You grasped the sense.
Total accumulated grows, hold time follows naturally."
"...Tough, this."
Baekrin wiped sweat, grinned.
Tired, but face full of accomplishment.
'Hm, can't lose.'
Competitive fire lit in me.
If that dullard succeeds easy,
super-genius me should be simpler.
Pulled grubby dagger from bosom.
"I'll show you. Talent gap."
Stanced up, steadied breath.
Hup.
Hold breath. Focus mind on lower belly.
Feel it.
Small but definite, heavy hot clump.
'Unravel... this.'
Image: gingerly pull one thread from tight skein.
Draw thin thread up vein-paths.
Belly to chest, chest to shoulder. Down arm to fingertips.
Zing.
Dagger hilt in hand quivered faintly.
'It's working...!'
As thought.
Energy moves smooth, easy.
Just push to blade tip and...
BOOM-!!
"...?!"
That instant, heart pounded wildly.
Like massive bell tolling in chest, entire ribcage twisting shock.
Simultaneously,
Zzzzzzt!
Horrid pain like all pores exploding.
As if millions of needles pierced skin from inside out.
Dagger hand twisted wildly.
Veins channeling mana burned like swallowing lava.
"Keurk...!"
Hastily exhale, halt energy flow.
Tha, that's... how... it hu...rts...
"Hurts? Well, a bit stiff maybe..."
"N-not... that..."
Stiff feeling?
This ain't stiff.
Like someone scraped every vein inside with razor blades...
"...Leon?"
Kain's eyes bulged.
Pale-faced, he rushed to me.
Baekrin startled, yelled.
"Hey! What's wrong!?"
"...Cough!"
Dark red blood gushed from mouth.
Dagger slipped powerless from hand, clattered floor.
Clang.
Legs gave out.
World spun.
"Stay with me! Leon!!"
Kain caught my collapsing body.
"Hurts... to death..."
Last sight: my arm.
Sleeve rolled up forearm.
Skin deathly blue, blotched hideous dark red bruises.
And,
Drip. Drip.
Bright red blood oozed from under nails, soaking floor.
That scene final,
"Guh..."
I closed eyes.