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When I was gathering martial arts secret manuals, I thought it'd be better to claim them after I'd trained more.
When I was escorting Jin Sa-wol home, I thought it'd be better to claim her after I'd trained more in the bedroom arts.
'I was wrong.'
Not just a little wrong—completely, utterly wrong. The moment I saw Sagong Hee lying on the Wudang Sect Leader's long robe, only one thought filled my mind.
"It's your fault for being so damn seductive."
I buried my face in the swell of Sagong Hee's breasts.
They were so large I half-wondered if they'd interfere with sword practice. I realized anew why the term 'breast mounds' existed. If I kept my face buried here forever, I'd grow addicted to their warmth and suffocate to death.
Huff, haah, huff, haah.
My nose drank in her womanly scent as fully as it could, and my tongue teased across her breasts, savoring their texture. Sagong Hee clamped a hand over her mouth, stifling her moans as my caresses grew more earnest. Even though we were in an isolated house where no one could hear, even when my teeth grazed her nipples, she kept her lips sealed.
So it was time to force them open.
"Hh-hng?!"
"You're already wet. Doesn't seem like sweat—so what is it that's soaked you?"
Sagong Hee's undergarments were already damp with something warm. The martial arts I'd used to torment her were the Qi-Controlled Sword Art, so sweat was out of the question. That left only two possibilities.
She'd pissed herself, or she'd pissed herself.
"Did my touch feel that good? Hm? You've got a look on your face like you're expecting something. Heh heh, they say Jin Sa-wol groomed you quite thoroughly, didn't she?"
I slid my hand between the undergarments. My fingers descended past the fine, downy hair and gently tickled the soft petals beneath.
"Ah-hak!"
Sagong Hee threw her head back and gasped. Her restless hands clutched at the long robe, and I toyed with the bud atop her fruit with my tongue, rousing her senses.
"This is the only moment you can wound me. Embrace me."
"L-Lord...!"
"Go on."
Sagong Hee obediently wrapped her arms around me. At first, she pulled me closer with the pads of her fingers, mindful of me, but soon her nails sharpened and pressed firmly into my back. The rougher my fingers churned inside her, the sharper the nails digging into my back became.
Squelch, squelch.
The sound of fluid flowing from her depths teased my ears. Sagong Hee's ragged breathing aroused me, but the obscene wet sounds and the sensations on my driving fingers drove me even more mad.
Clench.
Sagong Hee squeezed my fingers as if to crush them. When I crooked them like a hook and pressed against her inner walls, she'd gently release, then clamp down tight the moment I lightly scraped her again. Over and over. Just as Jin Sa-wol had assured me, at least in the tightness of her entrance, she had become a perfect woman.
"Haah... Lord, it feels good... deeper inside, more..."
Had she learned how to please a man, too? Sagong Hee gazed at me with unfocused eyes, tongue lolling out, panting desperately. I lightly savored that offered tongue, lolling like a puppy's, between my lips, then met her eyes and withdrew the fingers that had been delving inside her petals.
"I can't hold back. Hey, Sagong Hee. I'm putting it in."
"Ah..."
Was it fear now that the moment had come, or had she simply felt the weight of my shaft as it settled heavily atop her petals? Either way, the blood in Sagong Hee's meridians began to seethe with pleasure.
Anticipation, fulfillment, dread.
A whirlpool of emotions swirled in her lust-tinted eyes, and I pressed my lips to her collarbone as I slowly pushed my member inside.
"Think of my thing as a sword."
A sword thrusts. The woman's shield is torn apart by the blade, sharp and hotly tempered. Rip, snap—the sounds pierced my ears like auditory hallucinations.
"Nnnggh!!"
The forced opening of her sealed blood meridians wrenched a moan from Sagong Hee. It was clearly a moan of pain, wholly different from the sounds of pleasure she'd made moments before. I endured the sensation of blades stabbing into my back and pressed my shaft all the way inside.
"Ahhkk, haa-aahk..."
The scent of blood—metallic yet sweet—stung my nose. I waited patiently for Sagong Hee's tense body to loosen. Until the force of the nails clawing my back eased. Until the breath that had caught from near-maddening pain steadied. I endured, and endured again.
"Haah, haah."
I watched over Sagong Hee as her breathing slowly settled and the walls that had clamped tight in shock around my shaft gradually relaxed. Her eyes, brimming with shock and confusion, slowly regained their focus, and I reached out to gently smooth her disheveled hair.
"Are you alright?"
"I'm... al... h-hic."
There was no way she was alright. She was trying to say she was fine for my sake, but the pain of a virgin's first penetration wasn't something that ended with a mere pinprick.
"Y-you're, ah, not going to... do it?"
"Do what?"
"...Well, men usually start thrusting back and forth right after they put it... that..."
"Heh heh heh. So you really do know your stuff. Read it in a book?"
Sagong Hee turned her head away and shut her eyes. It seemed that, true to her nature of devouring secret manuals and dabbling in the basics of countless martial arts, she'd acquired some knowledge of relations between men and women. Keeping my lower body still, I reached out with one hand and gently brushed the tears beading at the corners of her eyes.
"I'll wait until the pain subsides. It's our wedding night, isn't it?"
"L-Lord..."
"The night is long, and we have plenty of time. If one night isn't enough, I'll wait until the rooster crows at dawn."
It was consideration for a virgin, but also atonement toward the Taiji Sword Empress of my past life. As a Blood Jiangshi controlled by the Blood Cult Leader, I had forcibly taken the virgin Taiji Sword Empress, ramming into her roughly and ignoring her screams of pain.
—Ahahaha! No matter how great a murim warrior, no matter how supreme a master, there's no training a cunt! Well then, we'll just start training it today!
The Blood Cult Leader had said it. Once you pound a virgin, and pound her, and pound her again, she'll inevitably grow docile.
If the woman trying to kill me were some female master, I'd have made her grovel like a dog and driven a stake into her on the spot. But a woman never forgets her first experience.
I couldn't let the woman I intended to keep beside me for life think of her wedding night as an unending hell of agony. Unless she was a pervert like Paeng Yuwol who felt pleasure in being taken one-sidedly, Sagong Hee needed some tenderness.
"Take your time and feel it. Memorize the shape. This is the husband you'll serve for the rest of your life."
"Lord..."
Sagong Hee gently closed her eyes and pulled me closer. The trembling began to slowly fade, and her tear-beaded eyes curved like crescent moons.
"I-I think I'm alright now..."
"Really?"
I swept my senses over Sagong Hee's internal energy. Still a little unstable, but definitely calmer than before, and she was slowly beginning to regain her composure.
The pounding heartbeat began to quiet, and the walls that had felt ready to crush me began to slowly loosen. The depths that moments ago seemed poised to destroy the intruder now began to flow with warm, sticky fluid.
"Ah, haah..."
"Then shall we begin the martial arts training in earnest?"
"...What?"
"Why are you surprised? It's time. Yin-Yang Union. Isn't the internal energy art you've mastered the Taiji Divine Art? Then you must learn how to awaken the harmony of yin and yang."
Sliding. I moved my hips in a circle. My shaft slowly scraped along the walls from below, burrowing deeper.
"Hh-uhk...!"
Receiving the full length of me into her depths must have been an unfamiliar sensation.
"Express whatever you feel, just as it is."
"It feels... so full inside... like my lower half will burst... and hot... haaang..."
Sagong Hee gasped out her pleasure and tried to twist her body. But I pinned her wrists above her head and brought my face close enough for our noses to touch.
Thump, thump.
As I drew near, Sagong Hee's pulse began to race wildly. Her eyes couldn't meet mine, and I kept circling my hips until she looked straight at me. Like a shovel digging into the earth, my shaft plunged down from above, slowly drawing the yin energy settled deep within her body upward.
"Dual Cultivation—don't you think it truly resembles Wudang's martial arts?"
"...What?"
"For you, isn't it like Counter After the Opponent Moves First? You receive the man's thrusting shaft with your body. Yes—try receiving it with your hips, as if tracing a circle."
I repeated the same motion over and over. The speed at which I drove my hips, the force with which I pushed my shaft in, the process of pressing firmly inside and pulling my hips back—all of it was as steady as a waterwheel turning. Each time my glans pressed against her deepest point, Sagong Hee gasped as if hiccuping, but I repeated and repeated until she grasped the movement.
"Haaang, it's so hot..."
My shaft, engorged with blood, was rigid, yet its movements were gentle and still. Sagong Hee reached up and clasped my head, breathing against my face.
"Please, please look at me, Lord."
Sliding. Sagong Hee's body began to slowly move up and down. Her hips started to rise and fall in time with my movements. Sagong Hee, who had been still as stone and wood, was awakening to the use of her own body.
"It's not simply being thrust into—you also use your whole body to receive the man and bring him pleasure. That's what I want from you."
"Like... this?"
A wave began to ripple. Like the tide ebbing and flowing, she started to match my thrusting and withdrawing motions exactly. Her lower abdomen rose and fell in a steady rhythm, and using my upper body—pressed against her breasts—as a support, she began to roll her hips.
"So this... is Dual Cultivation..."
"Huii. You are a very clever woman. Mastering martial arts is one thing—an unparalleled genius, to be sure—but you're a genius at mastering night-work, too."
I lowered my face and gently covered her lips. Startled at first, her eyes flew wide, but then she slowly closed them and parted her lips.
Slurp.
I pushed my tongue inside and coaxed hers out. I coiled around her somewhat hesitant tongue and pulled it toward me. My hips never stopped thrusting, and Sagong Hee never forgot to move her own hips, either.
A genius, truly. I'd only taught her how to use her hips, and here she was already kissing me and moving her waist at the same time.
"That's enough for the lesson."
"Ah..."
Sagong Hee clicked her tongue as if disappointed. A thin thread of saliva gleamed in the moonlight between her reddened lips and mine.
"Didn't I tell you? We have plenty of time. We'll learn it all, slowly, one thing at a time."
"I... see. So is it over for today?"
"Instruction ends here. From now on... it's review."
I raised my upper body. I pressed my knees flush beside Sagong Hee's buttocks and gripped her pelvis firmly with both hands.
"I'm going to keep thrusting. You will receive me with your body."
Thrust.
One full withdrawal to the entrance, then one forceful plunge deep inside. The moment my entire shaft rammed home, Sagong Hee threw her head back, body shuddering.
"Aaaaang!!"
"Hh-heuh, I thought I was going to die from holding back."
If she hadn't been a virgin, I'd have slammed into her the instant I entered. I tickled Sagong Hee's lower abdomen with my thumb and grinned.
"It was agony just watching from the sidelines, wasn't it? I'll make you writhe and cry out just like Jin Sa-wol."
Thud, thud-thud, thud-thud-thud-thud.
"I'll brand it into the depths of your belly—that you are mine."
I forgot everything and poured all my focus into Sagong Hee's womanly body.
* * *
Her mind grew hazy.
Her body felt as though it were floating among the clouds.
Her lower abdomen throbbed sharply and seemed to ache, but the faint pain could barely linger—her entire body was already alight with a sensation that felt ready to send her soaring.
Huff, huff.
She heard her master's rough breathing. The beast-like breathing her mother had spoken of enveloped her. The man's massive member was a pillar of fire ramming into her depths.
'I've never felt anything like this in my life.'
Sagong Hee thought. This was a current she couldn't possibly resist. For a man to desire a beautiful woman was the natural order, and she had simply been caught in his clutches.
If you are fated to be ravished regardless, become the woman of the strongest man under heaven.
Her mother had said it. Become the mistress of the night against any man. The man's rough breathing, the way he poured his entire mind into her, the possessiveness he displayed while indulging in her body—all of it made her feel as though she could handle men freely.
But it was impossible.
The more the man desired her, the more roughly he craved her, the more the pleasure he gave her seemed to make her the one who was enslaved. Sagong Hee accepted the natural order.
Mother, I'm sorry.
Sagong Hee apologized to her deceased mother and closed her eyes. As the sticky Yang Energy filled her lower abdomen to bursting, she spilled out everything she had been holding back.
"Hyaaaaang!!"
Sagong Hee felt it—unmistakably—whose she was.
Flop. The man buried his face in her chest. The man who hadn't tired even after unleashing his martial arts was now panting against her breast—the sight was undeniably thrilling. But faced with the fierce will radiating from him, Sagong Hee abandoned all thought.
You are mine.
"Lord..."
Woman is yin.
The Taiji is yin and yang united as one.
Sagong Hee accepted this truth.
