Milky Tiger (2)
Milky Tiger (2)
Unsettling air lingered inside the dojo. Hoyeon was astonished by this atmosphere that was impossible to describe in words and utterly uncomfortable.
Moreover, she had been waiting naked to enjoy sloppy beast sex with Dojin when he returned, making it all the more so.
"Hmm-hmm— Yes, Eunha-yang. Have you eaten?"
"Yes, I have. And you, Master-nim?"
"I've eaten too."
Normally, Hoyeon should have smoothly led the conversation with her wealth of experience, but...
The embarrassment of being caught by Eunha waiting naked, mixed with the excitement from anticipating Dojin, slammed the brakes on her rational behavior.
Awkward silence swept through the dojo. Hoyeon found this situation downright uncomfortable.
"That's right! What brings you to the dojo?"
"Is there any reason a disciple can't enter the dojo?"
"Uh, no...?"
She was refuted in a single breath. If asked for a reason, she'd have to give one, and she sure as hell couldn't say it was because she wanted to be alone with Dojin, right?
Her arousal-addled brain couldn't cough up a plausible excuse on the spot.
Fortunately, Eunha didn't relentlessly dig into her stammering demeanor.
"Master-nim."
"Uh, uh. What is it?"
"I wanted to check out your skills after so long... How about a spar?"
"—Sure."
Even half-dazed as she was, Hoyeon snapped right back to normal at Eunha's sparring suggestion.
Feeling Hoyeon's razor-sharp aura—Eunha smiled faintly.
"Please go easy on me."
"I'll see if your skills have rusted."
The two headed straight for the dojo's sparring room. Dojin quietly trailed behind.
Changed into her dobok, Eunha gazed at Hoyeon standing before her. Already half-beastkin-ified, radiating a razor-sharp aura.
'Still... no path to victory in sight.'
The reason she'd challenged Hoyeon was simple: pure stress relief. The signs were clear that Hoyeon had gotten intimate with Dojin when no one else was around.
'Coveting Dojin, of all people...'
She wouldn't dare voice any desire to monopolize him. After all, there were plenty of girls prettier, cuter, and curvier than her.
If a plain, uncute girl with a so-so body like her showed that kind of possessiveness, Dojin would drop her in a heartbeat.
She'd just live like a wave—swaying however Dojin wished, tossed by his whims.
That said, it didn't mean she felt nothing. Jealousy brimmed in her heart, constantly tormenting her, and directing it at the late-rolling stone was only natural.
"I'm coming, Master-nim."
"Come on."
Yielding the first strike, Eunha charged straight at Hoyeon. Ho-yeon-ryu was a martial art Hoyeon had refined from the Tiger tribe's secret techniques.
It wasn't designed for humans from the get-go. Naturally, its power surpassed human limits.
Pukwang-!
In a flash, Eunha's straight punch sliced through the air and grazed Hoyeon's face.
Siiik—Expressing joy at her disciple's growth, Hoyeon flowed with the fist and flipped backward into a somersault.
The infamous somersault kick—a 360-degree spinning crescent.
"Ugh-!"
The moment she landed her hit, an unexpected counter smashed her chin, flipping Eunha's vision to the ceiling.
A lifted chin meant vital points exposed—and bracing for the follow-up, Eunha curled up to guard them.
'...Not coming?'
But even after huddling for a beat, no attack flew in. Sensing something off, Eunha peeked through her arms at Hoyeon—.
"You're worked up."
Ho-yeon-ryu
Fa Jin
A guard-crushing technique that pierced straight through her defense slammed onto Eunha's forearm. The shock drilled into her bones, forcing her guard wide open.
"What's got you so pissed?"
No time to block this time—pure opening exposed. Hoyeon didn't miss, replicating Eunha's earlier strike to perfection.
Ho-yeon-ryu
Straight Punch
"Keheuk!"
Same technique, but leagues beyond in polish—the fist hammered Eunha's gut, halting her breath. She clutched her stomach, hacking away.
Even pain-immune as she was, she couldn't shake the nasty sensation of stalled breathing.
It was raw human reflex, pain or no.
"...Should've held back?"
"Cough, keh— ...I'm fine, Master-nim."
Quick to recover, Eunha rose and eyed Hoyeon. Skill gap crystal clear—this fired-up scrap would net her zilch.
But that was precisely why.
She had to fight.
"Master-nim, know what?"
"What?"
"There's a curly hair stuck to your mouth."
"...!!"
Hoyeon jolted, slapping a hand to her lips. Curly hair—beastkin fur curled, sure, but not that curly.
Probably Dojin's pubes. Fuming that thought, she frantically pawed her mouth...
'None?'
Whip—head snap, and Eunha was already in her face.
Spotting the clenched fist, Hoyeon dug in for defense, figuring no dodge this round.
Pueok!
Fist connected; Hoyeon soared back, scattering the impact.
Wiping blood dribbling from her mouth, she grinned and loosened her hands.
"Not bad—you didn't slack off completely."
She'd just vowed a real bout with her disciple after ages when Eunha dusted her hands and backed off.
"Surrender."
"...Huh?"
"I surrender. How could I beat you, Master-nim?"
Her fire snuffed just like that—Eunha tapped out. Disappointed inwardly at the bailout...
Hoyeon wasn't some heartless bitch to drag her disciple back in and whale on her.
"Fine, then... call it here."
She swiped her busted nosebleed and eyed her stained dobok. Blood from mouth and nostrils had soiled it.
'Gotta wash up...'
Ho-beop-gwan was Hoyeon's dream-and-hope-packed haven. Hence, it boasted an outdoor bathhouse rarer than in fancy inns or noble pads.
Your classic open-air hot spring bath.
"This place never fails to impress..."
"Right? Poured the most cash into it when building the mansion."
Eunha and Hoyeon savored the vibe, gazing at the snowy open-air hot spring. Magic-treated, so snowflakes didn't taint the water.
Quick rinse to scrub sweat, blood, and grime—the duo eased feet-first into the bath.
Water scorching enough to poach skin welcomed them... full dunk, and sky-flakes kissed faces with chill.
Hot spring magic: cold and heat at once—pure, wordless bliss.
As Hoyeon and Eunha chilled in luxury... drrruk—the door slid, Dojin strolled in.
"Water's nice."
"Do, Dojin—!?"
Spotting him, Hoyeon huddled deep, shielding her bod. Relations or not, parading buck-naked mid-soak was a whole other level.
Dojin flicked her a glance, then showered casual-like. Warm rinse for sweat, straight into the tub.
Scooting from Dojin plopping right beside her, Hoyeon jabbed a finger his way.
"W-we're here, what the hell...!"
"Huh? What're you on about?"
"What do you mean! D-do you lack all common sense?"
Dojin just cocked his head innocently, locking eyes with Eunha.
Prepped in advance, Eunha played it cool, backing him up with a nod.
"Yeah. Master-nim, what's the big deal with Dojin here?"
"Wh-what big deal... Eunha, you...!?"
"Ah, embarrassed?"
"It's way past embarrassment...!"
"No such custom back home... like this."
Srrrrk... Eunha straddled Dojin's lap smooth as silk, post-bath entry.
Upper body up, lips met his. Tits mashed, mouths locked.
Snagging his naturally stiff cock, she rocked hips gentle, sliding him into her pussy.
The flow so seamless—like water over pebbles—Hoyeon blanked on the spectacle unfolding right in front of her.
"Ah, no, what..."
"Chureop...... Why, Master-nim?"
"Wh-wh-what're you..."
"Totally normal back home?"
Eunha tilted her head like you did it too, duh. Earth had no such norm, obviously...
But she'd jumped at Dojin's pitch to prank Hoyeon once.
Sure enough, spectating their hookup, Hoyeon was mega-aroused—fur puffing everywhere like shedding snow.