The Direction of Power
“To understand the most fundamental principles of the Five Elements, innate nature, and earthly qi, one must first contemplate the very essence of the world itself…”
Lan clutched her sleeve tightly, visibly flustered by the sight of Marei sitting quietly and actually listening to the lesson. She tried flicking her tail in a teasing manner and even loosened the sash of her robe, but received no reaction whatsoever.
“One must also consider what power truly is.”
This isn’t right. Lan licked her dry lips repeatedly, her voice trembling as she continued explaining the secrets of the world to the young boy.
“Magic that uses mana, divine power that draws upon holy energy, and shamanic arts that borrow from nature are all fundamentally the same. They can all be described as forms of energy, and none of them possess inherent direction. That is the greatest secret, and the beginning of everything.”
Lan spoke with such sincerity that the lustful thoughts swirling in Marei’s mind gradually receded.
“Generally, what children call divine power manifests as healing or blessings. Mana makes the physically impossible possible in reality, while shamanic power twists the flow of energy. On the surface, they seem entirely different. Have you ever wondered why that is?”
“…No.”
“There’s no need to be ashamed of what you don’t know. It’s a matter of direction.”
“Direction…?”
Lan nodded. “Pure mana, divine power, and shamanic energy are all essentially identical. They only appear as completely different forces because the methods of using them differ.”
“I don’t understand how they can be the same…”
Everything is the same, yet different. It sounded like nonsense.
“It’s a difference in how they are received. Humans gather and use energy in ways suited to humans, gods in ways suited to gods, and demons in ways suited to demons. Since different races share certain aspects, it would be more accurate to say their vessels differ. Each uses the method appropriate to their own capacity.”
Marei couldn’t organize it perfectly, but he grasped the rough outline. There were people talented in magic and others talented in shamanism. Whether “talent” was the precise word, he could sense the distinction.
“Then how should we think about divine power? Isn’t its strength determined by faith?”
“Perhaps there is a slightly better world than the one we know.” Lan smiled bitterly. “You probably think what I’m saying now is also a matter of talent. You’re not wrong. The magnitude of divine power is commonly believed to depend on faith, but in truth, it is largely decided by how much energy one can draw in. Of course, faith can also expand one’s vessel, much like how a mage forces mana into their body until it becomes more receptive.”
“Is it… all right to say this?”
“No one would believe a story that violates the faith built up over tens of thousands of years. Still, there’s no need to go around telling everyone. The children who call themselves servants of God will deny your words, mages will mock you, and shamans will ignore you.”
Lan’s words were sharp. She closed her eyes and gave a small smile, then rose and stood before the latticed wooden window, gazing beyond the mountains.
“Master?”
Lan said nothing. Startled by her sudden behavior, Marei stood and approached her from behind. Her body trembled faintly, her eyes glistened, and her hands gripped the window frame so tightly her nails left marks in the wood. Marei took another step closer.
Through the loosened sash of her robe, her small breasts—still just beginning to swell—were visible, their pink nipples stiff and erect.
“Lady Lan?”
Lan deliberately ignored him. Her body kept trembling in small, restrained motions, as if waiting. It was a kind of silent protest. Between her shallow breaths, he could almost feel the heat radiating from her flushed skin. The perverted master was deliberately showing her defenseless side.
Marei suppressed the laughter threatening to burst out and took one more step behind her. Though the fluffy tail fur pressed against him through the fabric, he moved even closer and firmly pressed his fully erect penis against her back.
“Hng…!”
The furnace-like heat clearly transmitted through the fabric made Lan’s body shudder violently.
“The weather is nice today.”
“Y-yes… it is…”
Despite his youthful appearance, his body felt remarkably firm. Though not heavily muscled, the mixture of flesh and muscle yielded softly yet resiliently each time he pressed against her with his shaft.
“What were you doing yesterday?”
“I was tired… hng… if you do that on my back… I went to bed early because I was exhausted.”
While Marei rubbed the tip of his rock-hard penis against Lan’s back and waist through his pants, gauging the subtle firmness of her body, Lan instinctively tried to speak but averted her gaze, her face flushed crimson.
“I wanted to see you, Lady Lan… What about you?”
“…I wanted to see you too.”
Lan stood frozen, shoulders tense, as her disciple persistently poked and prodded her back and waist with his erection. Meanwhile, the young boy was brimming with the desire to toy with his flustered master instead of continuing their studies.
“Me too~!”
Marei declared loudly and wrapped his arms around Lan from behind in an unnatural embrace. The mischievous boy’s hands didn’t simply hold his master—they firmly pressed down on her fully erect nipples through the fabric.
“Hng! Hng…! Hng…!”
Each time he poked them like buttons, her body slowly began pressing back against him. Though he had only pressed a few times, the perverted fox girl’s upper body naturally leaned into his hands. Marei grew rougher, playing with her breasts more aggressively. He lightly scratched with his nails, then pressed hard with his fingertips, moving them up and down. Lan, accepting her disciple—her adoptive son—rose onto her tiptoes and began panting softly.
“Did you miss me too, Lady Lan?”
“Aah… where did you learn… hng… I missed you.”
The small girl panted, her body twitching and lifting. She looked nothing like the gentle teacher who had been kindly explaining difficult concepts moments ago. After tormenting her breasts several more times, Marei grew bolder at the sight of his master hanging her head and gasping. He slipped his hand inside her robe and began directly toying with her smooth, bare nipples.
“If you press hard with your nails… hngh…! Hng…!”
The boy, who had developed the habit of always leaving his mark on the women he took, pressed his nails into Lan’s stiff nipples, carving cross-shaped marks just as he left kiss marks on his mother’s body and handprints on the saintess’s buttocks. Despite the painful pressure, Lan’s small frame showed no sign of pain—only helpless pleasure. Her multiple tails repeatedly stood stiffly before drooping again. Even while suppressing her excited moans with closed eyes, her soft body leaned gently into him. She was stubborn. Unable to voice her desire openly, the master expressed it indirectly. Marei lightly bit the soft fox ear near his lips, then slowly licked it with the tip of his tongue.
“Aah… my ears… hng…”
The short but incredibly soft beast fur tickled his tongue. Comparing the sensation to silk, Marei took her fox ear deeper into his mouth without hesitation and coated it thoroughly with his saliva. Lan trembled at the boy’s actions—his hands roaming her body, treating it like a toy, biting and sucking her ear—yet she couldn’t stop him. Her small tongue lolled out long from her parted lips, dangling under gravity as thick strands of saliva dripped down.
“You’re really cute, Lady Lan.”
“D-don’t say such things to your master… hng… hng… I-I can’t… hng… hng… hng…”
Whenever his nails scraped across her small breasts and the tiny, hardened nipples atop them, Lan couldn’t hold back her excited breaths and let out nasal moans.
“Aah…!”
Each time her heels tried to touch the floor, the boy’s relentless torment of her breasts and his tongue licking her ears forced Lan to balance precariously on her tiptoes. Sticky fluid already trickled down her thighs. It was intense. Lan’s thighs began trembling uncontrollably as she failed to suppress her moans. Yes, it was intense. Trapped in overwhelming pleasure she couldn’t escape, she couldn’t even stop the boy’s actions. No—she wanted even more. Even knowing this young boy was the child of Mari, whom she had raised—practically a grandson to her—she still… her own…
“Are you about to come, Lady Lan?”
“Hng…!”
At the sweet voice that seemed to melt her ears, Lan’s eyes widened and she struggled weakly, but Marei’s fingers rubbing her nipple tips left her thighs pressed tightly together as she trembled violently. Seeing Lan standing rigid and shaking without a word, Marei pushed his hand deeper into her sleeve and slid it beneath her soft belly. The boy’s hand moved naturally under the fabric, past her hakama, and slipped into her thin panties like a snake.
“Aah… aah… th-that’s… aah… aah…”
Lan couldn’t even say it was wrong. Marei felt her panties soaked like a flood, the soft mound yielding under his fingers, and the twitching flesh that released sticky juices each time he touched it. Her small body let out lewd moans.
“You’re completely wet, Lady Lan.”
“D-don’t say such things… aah…”
At the sight of her small master’s face gradually flushing as he whispered in her ear, Marei grew even bolder in his stimulation.
“It’s so sticky inside… my fingers are getting dirty. What should I do?”
“……”
Lan kept her mouth shut, eyes fixed on the floor. Marei extended his middle finger and slowly pushed it into her twitching petals.
—Squelch…
“Uuuu… f-finger… aah…”
“Lady Lan’s insides are squeezing so tightly my finger won’t go in.”
“Ugh… hng… guh…”
“Then like this… and this…!”
Feeling the vaginal walls trying to push out the foreign object, Marei curled his middle finger and began scraping the inner walls with his fingertip.
“Aah… aah… aah…”
Lan rose onto her tiptoes as if about to float, her eyes rolling upward. Thick saliva continued dripping from her extended tongue, falling onto the boy’s arm that was spreading her insides. Her throat trembled as if she were about to scream, but only broken, whimpering sounds escaped.
—Squelch. Squelch. Squelch.
When he thrust his curled middle finger into her tight vagina and pulled, love juices were scraped out relentlessly from between their joined flesh. Lewd wet sounds echoed as his fingertip pushed between the narrow folds.
“Are you about to come, Lady Lan?”
Marei wanted to hear Lan’s panting moans and knew exactly how to draw them from her small mouth. As he slowly withdrew his finger from the sticky flesh, the tense vaginal walls loosened slightly. At that moment, Marei wrapped one arm tightly around Lan’s body and thrust his middle finger deep inside her with all his strength.
“…!”
Simultaneously, Lan’s thighs clamped down on Marei’s arm as if trying to crush it, while her slender chin jerked upward. The thick saliva that had been dripping from her tongue flew up, unable to resist gravity, and splattered across both their faces.
“Make a sound, Lady Lan. Come on, let me hear it.”
Though he felt a simple impression that her thighs squeezing his wrist were soft, Marei continued urging her. As the fleshy folds tried to expel his finger, Marei irritably curled it and continued spreading the narrow hole.
“Hic…! Hic…! Hic…!”
With her chin raised high, Lan panted helplessly, unable to hide her messy face. Tears streamed from the corners of her wide eyes, and her extended tongue looked as if it were begging for a kiss. Her beastly sharp molars were fully exposed, creating a strange mix of eeriness and arousal. At the sight of his stubborn master, Marei pulled his finger out with all his strength.
“Kihih…!”
Lan cried out like an animal. As the roughly thrusting finger withdrew from her lower abdomen, she dropped her head that had been raised in agony and trembled in Marei’s arms, gasping for breath. Her vision turned white before colors returned. As Lan tried to slowly rise while leaning against Marei, her eyes widened once more.
“This time it’s two fingers, Lady Lan.”
At the two fingers digging into her mound, Lan’s body began trembling again. One finger had already been barely manageable—two was too much. Lan barely managed a shallow breath and looked up at Marei with wet eyes.
“T-two fingers… too much…”
“Make a sound, Lady Lan.”
Lan’s dry lips trembled. Seeing the clear fluid trailing down her thighs, she looked at Marei again. She wanted to feel even better. But this was wrong. Hesitation kept her from deciding easily. No—her own endless questioning of whether this was all right stretched time out. How good would two fingers feel? It had been so long since she had been intimate with anyone that the memory was hazy.