Chapter 97: Daoist Yin-Yang Manual (48)
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 97: Daoist Yin-Yang Manual (48)
After I formed a master-disciple bond with Seo Ryeo-hwa, her attitude changed completely.
Instead of the Cheolwon Qigong I had learned before, I began to learn the Moon Shadow Sky Sword Dance, based on the new Moonlit Clear Light Heart Method.
However, contrary to my expectations, the process was brutal.
"No, this is actually good. There’s no better opponent for real combat than a phantom, so you can learn what you lack through practice. Don’t even think about resting. Move."
The moment we became master and disciple, she no longer showed her previously gentle side. She began to teach with strictness and cold detachment.
"Pant… pant…"
As I lay collapsed on the floor, catching my breath, Seo Ryeo-hwa looked down at me with a stern expression.
"Get up. Are you really going to give up after just this much?"
Her voice was cold and firm. The Seo Ryeo-hwa before me was completely different from her usual, gentle self.
I forced myself to push off the floor and slowly get to my feet. Sweat soaked my entire body, making me feel disgusting, but her instruction didn't stop.
This isn’t what I had in mind.
I had expected some cliché moments from an erotic martial arts novel once we became master and disciple, but there was nothing of the sort. Instead, Seo Ryeo-hwa’s attitude grew colder and stricter, and she showed no tolerance for my laziness.
"That’s not how you use the Moon Shadow Slash! Do it again."
Seo Ryeo-hwa’s sword cut through the air. I barely managed to dodge the attack, but I couldn’t block the second strike that followed, losing my balance and stumbling backward.
"Your movements are still slow and clumsy. Move faster, more smoothly!"
Maybe our previous relationship was better…
Just as regret began to wash over me, Seo Ryeo-hwa raised her sword again. Her sky-blue hair whipped through the air as her gaze grew even sharper.
"Focus! The Moon Shadow Sky Sword Dance is all about flow and flexibility. With rough movements like yours—"
I lamented inwardly.
If I’d known it would be like this, I never would have become her disciple…
But even amidst her harsh training, I could feel myself changing. The sword was becoming more familiar in my hand, and my movements were growing more fluid than before. Perhaps her grueling instruction was more valuable than what I had hoped for.
"Again!"
I gritted my teeth and readjusted my grip on the sword. For now, I decided to focus completely on her teachings.
*
Four days had already passed since I began training under her.
Seo Ryeo-hwa was fighting a phantom. Her sword moved as coldly and elegantly as the moonlight, and the phantom perfectly mirrored her every move. But it was different from before. The phantom’s movements were no longer simple imitations; they were becoming increasingly sophisticated.
This is a side of it I didn’t know…
The phantom that looked like me had also clearly grown stronger since our first fight. At first, it had merely copied my sword techniques, but now it used them more naturally than I did.
Seo Ryeo-hwa was delighted, saying it was a great opportunity to improve her skills, but I just wanted to get out of this place as quickly as possible.
I need to fuck Seo Ryeo-hwa soon… but I’m not getting any chances.
If anything, becoming her disciple was working against me. She had become stricter in her teaching, and the opportunities to get closer to her were slipping further away.
After training ended, Seo Ryeo-hwa whispered to me, her face flushed.
"S-Seo-yun… Turn your head and cover your ears… If I catch you peeking like last time, I won’t forgive you."
"Yes…"
Her voice, unlike its usual sternness, was filled with embarrassment. I turned my head as she said, but I didn’t cover my ears.
Heh heh, this is my only pleasure here. I can’t watch, but I can at least listen.
Fortunately, there was a place to relieve oneself and a space to wash. The only problem was that it was completely open, with nothing to hide behind.
If I focus my internal energy on my ears, she’ll notice… but the stats I’ve raised with points are enough to hear from this distance.
I closed my eyes and focused on the sound. I could hear her urinating vividly. The thought of the always-dignified woman peeing like this excited me even more.
-Sshhhhaaaaa-
The sound of the stream hitting the chamber pot gradually weakened. I could also hear Seo Ryeo-hwa’s breathing.
"Haa…"
She let out a small sigh. It grew quiet, signaling she was finished.
"Seo-yun, you can turn around now."
I heard Seo Ryeo-hwa’s voice. I slowly turned back. Her face was still flushed.
"Ahem, Master, I need to relieve myself as well."
"G-go ahead…"
Seo Ryeo-hwa answered with an awkwardness that was a far cry from her usual dignified demeanor.
I pulled down my pants and boldly took out my cock.
I wonder if she’ll sneak a peek today, too?
A few days ago, I had realized that just as she had watched me on Phoenix Mountain, she had been subtly peeking whenever I relieved myself or washed here.
I glanced back slightly and saw Seo Ryeo-hwa swallowing, her eyes glued to my cock.
Heh heh, just as I thought.
After I finished, I turned around. Seo Ryeo-hwa quickly averted her gaze.
She seemed embarrassed, fidgeting and glancing my way. But I didn’t miss how her eyes kept drifting back down to my cock.
"Master."
I called out to her, feigning nonchalance.
"Wh-what is it…"
"Why is your face so red? Are you feeling unwell?"
Seo Ryeo-hwa’s face reddened even more as she grew flustered.
"It’s… I’m just tired."
Watching her struggle for an excuse, I smiled and stepped closer.
"In that case, allow me to give you a massage. It will help relieve your fatigue."
"A-a massage?"
"Yes. Since you said you’re tired, I’ll give you a massage. I used to do it for my mother often, so I’m confident my skills aren’t half-bad."
For a moment, she seemed tempted by the word "massage," but she soon shook her head and looked at me.
"It’s fine. I can’t trouble my disciple with such things."
"Trouble you? Master, I simply wish to express my gratitude. You’ve taught me so much, so isn’t it only right that I repay your kindness?"
Seo Ryeo-hwa was at a loss for words, just staring at me. I didn’t miss her hesitation.
"Here, please lie down."
After a moment’s pause, Seo Ryeo-hwa lay face down on the bed. Her sky-blue hair fanned out across the bedding.
I sat beside her and slowly placed my hands on her shoulders. Her body tensed slightly.
"Don’t be nervous. Just relax."
The warmth of her body and the soft texture of her skin felt pleasant against my fingertips. As I gently kneaded her shoulders, I spoke quietly.
"Master, you must have been very tired. Your muscles are quite tense."
"Mmm… hngh…"
Seo Ryeo-hwa let out a low moan and lowered her head slightly. Seeing her reaction, I put a little more strength into my hands.
First, I’ll be sincere so she doesn’t get suspicious.
If I started groping her from the beginning, I might never get another chance to touch her body again.
Drawing on my experience caressing my other women, I placed my hands on her body and began to knead.
With every gentle press and rub of my fingertips against her skin, a soft moan escaped Seo Ryeo-hwa’s lips.
"Ah… right there… that feels good…"
When I massaged the area near her nape, Seo Ryeo-hwa flinched slightly. I watched her reaction, adjusting the pressure accordingly.
As I worked on her tense muscles, the feeling of her soft skin under my fingertips began to arouse me.
Her body trembled minutely each time my hands moved down her back. Her initial tension had already faded, and she slowly began to surrender to my touch.
"Hnngh…"
Her moans grew sweeter. She reacted with particular sensitivity when my hands rubbed near her waist.
She’s slowly ripening.
Watching her reactions, I deliberately stimulated her sensitive spots while maintaining the pretense of focusing purely on the massage.
"Master, this area seems especially tense."
She nodded silently, entrusting her body to my touch.
"Ah… a little higher…"
At her request, I slowly moved my hands upward. As my fingertips traced her waistline, she shivered.
"You must have been overworking yourself. I didn’t realize you were this tense…"
"Mm… I suppose it’s from all the recent battles."
Her voice, stripped of its usual strictness, sounded much more languid. I smiled to myself and continued the massage.
Good, it seems she’s getting used to it.
My hands gently kneaded her waist before subtly moving down toward her pelvis. She flinched slightly but said nothing, remaining still.
"Master, are you feeling a bit more relaxed now?"
I asked, intentionally checking her reaction.
"Yes… I feel much better."
She answered quietly, her eyes still closed. I didn’t miss the subtle tremor in her voice.
Time to be a little bolder.
My hands moved back down to her pelvis, moving gently. This time, I was a bit slower, deliberately brushing against her buttocks as I passed.
"Hngh… not there…"
Seo Ryeo-hwa let out a small moan and shifted her body. As if it were nothing, I continued my movements and said:
"This area is very tense as well. Is it uncomfortable?"
"N-no, it’s fine."
Her voice grew increasingly languid. I continued to stimulate her body, slowly closing the distance between us.
I massaged her for about an hour. She seemed to enjoy it, her face looking blissfully relaxed.
I should probably stop here for today.
Watching Seo Ryeo-hwa’s reactions, I waited for the right moment and then stopped the massage.
"You’ve worked hard, Master."
She wore a subtly disappointed expression, but she quickly regained her composure and nodded.
"I didn’t know you could be so thoughtful. I feel much more relaxed, thanks to you."
"I’m glad I could be of help to you, Master."
I smiled and stood up.