Chapter 81
Chapter 81
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 81
Chapter Title: Dual Cultivation Partners (3)
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Spacious hotel room.
Han Ye-eun sat on the edge of the bed, her face etched with tension.
She had boldly decided on dual cultivation, but just how much anguish had she endured up until now?
Her face, as she swallowed dryly, faintly revealed traces of exhaustion.
Thud.
Kang Woojin approached her slowly and spoke.
"Shall we start?"
He had first purified his body with a shower and was now dressed in a robe.
"Y-yeah."
Han Ye-eun wasn't much different, but after bathing repeatedly, she wore an outfit that evoked the image of a shrine maiden.
Typically, shrine maidens brought to mind Japanese miko attire.
Yet Han Ye-eun's ensemble, blending East and West, felt strikingly heterogeneous—and provocatively alluring.
Thus, Han Ye-eun faced her first dual cultivation session.
"Let's... let's begin..."
Having deliberately chosen a hotel for the occasion, she moved with the cautious grace of a bride on her wedding night.
"Come here and sit in the proper position..."
She took a deep breath, her expression flushed with embarrassment, and continued.
"And... undress me."
Kang Woojin followed her instructions without protest.
Swish.
Her shrine maiden garb loosened and fell lightly onto the bed.
All that remained was a pure white slip dress and veil.
Lifting the veil—used for purification rites like hemp cloth—Kang Woojin also removed her underwear.
Rustle.
Han Ye-eun inhaled sharply once more.
'...This is training. Training.'
Reassuring herself endlessly, she opened her trembling lips.
"N-next..."
Her pristine naked form beneath the slip dress exuded an almost sacred aura.
"From the Central Acupoint, perform Push Palace Pass Acupoints to the Armpit Acupoint."
Thus exposed, she pointed to her chest area and explained as calmly as she could.
"The acupoints are here... and here."
In short, she was asking him to fondle her breasts.
Kang Woojin massaged her breasts gently as she wished, kneading them softly.
Following his touch, the elastic mounds gathered toward her solar plexus, then slowly circled upward.
Han Ye-eun let out a moan verging on a scream at the unfamiliar sensation.
"Ngh."
She clamped her mouth shut to stifle it, but the emotions surfacing on her face were impossible to hide.
'Disgusting...'
The embarrassment she had shown vanished.
'Unpleasant...'
The moment Kang Woojin's caresses began, alarms blared in her mind.
She had to stop now.
She needed to halt this vile act immediately.
Feeling a crisis, nausea welled up inside her unbidden.
"Urk."
"You okay? Should we stop?"
"No, I'm fine."
She wanted to shove him away, but seeing his concern, Han Ye-eun forced a smile.
"Keep going."
And then she added.
"This is all just cultivation practice, after all."
Training was bound to be grueling—she barely rationalized it that way.
"Next is lip contact."
Had Kang Woojin defied her and acted on his own, she would have stormed out long ago.
"Don't stop your hands. Keep doing the Push Palace Pass Acupoints continuously."
But he remained a devout follower, reverently heeding her teachings.
Smooth.
This was why she could defy the suggestion implanted in her mind and engage in her first intimate contact with a man.
"Hngh. Mm."
Soon, Kang Woojin kissed her.
True to "lip contact," he pressed his lips to hers and slowly slipped his tongue inside.
"Mmmph! Ngh!"
It was Han Ye-eun's first kiss.
She hadn't instructed him to use his tongue.
It felt utterly revolting, but she suppressed the disgust.
Lightning flashed above her head, thunder roared, and it culminated in the shock of a thunderbolt.
The tingling, filthy sensation was sticky too—truly the worst.
'She's enduring it well.'
Kang Woojin diligently observed her reactions, earnestly committing to the "practice."
He had gone a step ahead of her instructions once, but it wasn't his place to take the lead yet.
"Smack, haa, slurp... smooch..."
Receiving his kiss, Han Ye-eun naturally emitted sounds and moans.
Kang Woojin's tongue wrapped around hers, exchanging saliva, gradually stirring her mouth faster.
As if marking his territory.
Like painting her with his color, using the tip of his tongue as a brush.
He nibbled and sucked her lips, delving in and out of her mouth repeatedly.
"Smooch, smack..."
Han Ye-eun simply parted her lips, producing sticky wet sounds.
When the long kiss finally ended, tears glistened at the corners of her eyes.
"Shall we stop here for today?"
Kang Woojin said considerately.
Shake, shake.
But Han Ye-eun shook her head without hesitation.
She couldn't flee now that she'd come this far.
Since she'd already sullied herself, she wanted to try a higher stage.
"This time, I'll do it. I'll teach you directly, so feel the energy circulating..."
Switching positions, Han Ye-eun laid Kang Woojin on the bed and removed his robe.
His solidly trained physique came into view, drawing an involuntary gasp from her.
"Ah..."
She quickly swallowed hard.
His body, marked with small scars here and there, was profoundly sensual—and sexy.
Setting aside the displeasure of sexual contact, the visual stimulation was immense.
'What's this? Some weird feeling...'
For the first time, his alluring form stirred something strange within her.
"How did you get these scars...?"
Curiosity arose too.
"No, don't talk. Just... for now."
But suppressing her questions, she focused on the practice, prioritizing it as she slowly overlaid her body onto his.
"Here we go."
And then she began caressing him.
"Hau, smooch. Ngh, mm..."
The instant her tongue touched his thick frame, nausea surged again, but she displayed remarkable endurance.
At her efforts, Kang Woojin's cock hardened in an instant.
'Fuck, this is hot.'
In truth, Han Ye-eun's caresses lacked skill.
Despite her confident claims of guiding him, this was her first real experience too.
Her knowledge was purely theoretical—how good could sucking, licking, or touching feel?
No, it felt good, of course, but nothing compared to other women.
"Haaa... ha... slurp... smooch..."
Even so, Han Ye-eun diligently working her tongue was enough to stiffen his cock.
What could it be called?
From his perspective, it felt like forcing an unwilling woman—like violating her.
Han Ye-eun, serving reluctantly despite her aversion.
Monopolizing the scene those NTR fetishists adored, he savored her clumsy attentions.
"Smooch. Can you feel the blood flowing, the energy circulating...?"
She pulled her lips away and asked.
Kang Woojin nodded silently.
A faint smile.
At his response, she showed a glimmer of satisfaction.
Proof that her guidance was working.
For that fleeting moment, the implanted suggestion receded from her mind—she felt good.
Making him feel it pleased her.
"There's a scar here too..."
She resumed caressing Kang Woojin.
"Smooch. Smooch..."
Tracing his chest, she licked every old scar.
"Scars here too..."
But only briefly.
Thud.
Han Ye-eun stared at his cock, now caught on her arm, her eyes widening.
"Ah, so this is a man's..."
The thing that had been poking her thigh was fully erect.
"So much energy is pooled here..."
She prodded it tentatively with her index finger like testing a stone bridge, then cautiously stroked it.
Smooth, stroke.
Demonstrating the techniques from her teachings, she gave him a handjob.
This too was a form of bedroom arts.
Han Ye-eun gripped his slender shaft lightly with one hand, sliding it up and down, while rubbing the glans with her other palm.
"Urgh..."
Kang Woojin let out a short groan at her delicate touch.
Good thing he had sensory control—otherwise, he'd have blown like a premature ejaculation.
Unlike his expression, Han Ye-eun's face darkened endlessly.
'Ugh...'
It was all due to the brainwashing.
Seeing him enjoy it was fine, but independent of her feelings for him, revulsion rose from her hands.
Slap slap slap. Slap slap.
Her movements were relentless, yet she was ensnared in inner turmoil.
It was like angels and demons battling in her head.
Two conflicting emotions and sensations clashed sharply, leaving her with a confused expression as she continued the practice.
And then.
"Yawn. Mm. Ngh."
She engulfed his cock in one go, swallowing it whole.
If she quit here, Kang Woojin would go back to Lee Ji-hye.
He'd have sex with her under the guise of practice.
Han Ye-eun couldn't stand that.
"Slurp, chu, slurrrp..."
Still using practice as her excuse, she diligently performed fellatio.
"Smack, slurp, sluuuurp..."
Her face, half-hidden by pink hair, bobbed up and down over his cock, thrusting deep into her throat.
'Really, disgusting.'
Nausea surged repeatedly.
'Filthy. Feels awful.'
It was clean, but the sticky male musk was utterly repulsive.
'Feels awful. Feels awful. Feels awful. Feels awful. Feels awful. Feels awful. Feels awful. Feels awful. Feels awful. Feels awful. Feels awful. Feels awful. Feels awful. Feels awful. Feels awful. Feels awful. Feels awful. Feels awful. Feels awful. Feels awful. Feels awful. Feels awful. Feels awful. Feels awful. Feels awful. Feels awful. Feels awful. Feels awful. Feels awful. Feels awful. Feels awful. Feels awful. Feels awful. Feels awful. Feels awful. Feels awful. Feels awful. Feels awful. Feels awful. Feels awful. Feels awful. Feels awful. Feels awful...'
Yet she never spat it out.
"Ngh. Ye-eun, I'm about to cum."
Until Kang Woojin unleashed a massive load of semen.
"Slurp, slurp, sluuuurp..."
Han Ye-eun serviced him with her mouth more fervently than ever.
Gush! Gush!
Kang Woojin finally poured plenty into her throat.
Grip!
Eyes bulging, Han Ye-eun clutched his thighs and swallowed the semen.
"Gulp! Gul—!"
She didn't want to swallow.
Her stomach churned, threatening to reflux.
But heedless of her will, a hefty amount forced its way from the glans lodged deep in her throat.
"Pah!"
Having swallowed it all at last, Han Ye-eun wiped her mouth with a nauseated expression.
"Haa..."
Her ample breasts heaved as she caught her breath.
"Today's practice ends here..."
Her endurance spent, she rose to end the session—
"Now I'll do you again."
Kang Woojin laid her back on the bed and invoked his mana.
"Wh-what?!"
Her body reacted unprecedentedly.
"Hiiik?!"