Chapter 208
Chapter 208
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 11
Chapter Title: The Last Line
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Even if there wasn't much to do, time had a way of slipping by on its own.
Before I knew it, the sun had set, and it was time to head to bed.
"Well then, I'll be off to sleep..."
"Good night, everyone!"
-Rustle
I beat them to the punch with my goodbyes and dashed not to Master's room, but straight to my own, grabbing the door handle tight.
Knowing Master's personality as I did, I figured she'd come barging in here anyway, even if I made it clear I wanted to sleep alone.
And sure enough...
-Click
"What do you think you're doing, my disciple?"
"Oh, I want to sleep alone tonight."
Master grabbed the handle from the other side and started pulling. I pushed back with all my might, desperately holding the door shut.
"Tonight, you say? We haven't seen each other in three years, barely spent one night together yesterday, and now you've suddenly grown up and gotten shy?"
"I've been plenty mature for ages, and I've been shy the whole time! We only slept together because there was just one set of bedding. But not anymore!"
"You threw all those spoiled tantrums when you were little, and now you say you hate it? You're such an incorrigible disciple."
"Urgh..."
Sure, Master had helped me out a ton, but this was one thing I couldn't yield on.
It wasn't that I disliked her—quite the opposite. That's exactly why I had to draw the line.
I didn't want to ruin our relationship with another blunder like last night...
-Bang!
"Eek!"
A massive force yanked the door open from the other side. I'd been pulling with everything I had, so I tumbled forward.
-Squish
"Mmgh!"
"Tsk tsk. Why bother with a rebellion that's doomed to fail? You're just wasting your strength."
The familiar sensation enveloped my entire face as my body was lifted and carried straight to the bed in my room.
-Flail
'N-No! If this keeps up, it'll happen again...!'
But my struggles were in vain. Just like always, I ended up lying on the bed in our usual position, spooned up against Master.
'Th-This...'
-Twist!
The best resistance I could muster in that state was wringing out every last bit of strength to flip my body around, facing away.
The soft pressure against the back of my head still teased my senses, but I forced my mind to calm, ignoring her presence as best I could.
"...You're a bit old for a rebellious phase, aren't you?"
"N-No matter that we're master and disciple, there's a line grown man and woman shouldn't cross!"
"You should've said that years ago. We even bathed together."
"That was your idea, Master...!"
From the start, I'd always said no. That I was embarrassed.
But Master never seemed to see me as a man at all—never got shy, just stripped down without a care every time.
Back then, we'd been isolated in the mountains, and I was still innocent, so I'd just blushed and dealt with it. But now...
-Squeeze
'Ahhh...'
Now I was aware.
Truly aware of the incredible woman I'd been living with all this time.
Even with everything intact down there, how had I lived without noticing? It hit me so vividly now.
I didn't care if Master didn't see me as a man, but she could at least consider my side...
But I couldn't say it out loud.
After over ten years like this, to suddenly say she felt like a woman to me now, so could we stop?
...That terrified me.
I was scared it'd make things awkward when everything was fine right now.
Scared it'd create distance, and we couldn't go back to how things were.
And even if—by some slim chance—we got closer, deeper... that'd be unfair to her too.
She'd raised me for over a decade; I'd run off without a word, racked up three lovers, and now to start something with Master? That'd be messed up.
I didn't even know my own fate yet. How could I drag her into this?
The saintess contract had time, but in a few months, I'd face the Heavenly Demon again. No way I wanted Master involved.
Best to keep things as they were.
Like a grown child leaving home naturally, drifting apart smoothly.
...Before they got any deeper, making it impossible.
"...Zzz..."
'She's already asleep...'
In the meantime, Master had dozed off while I lay still.
The familiar breathing against my back eased my mind a little.
This position was safer than last night's anyway—less chance of a repeat.
Spooning could flip to woman-on-top with one move. But like this, even if she sleep-talked weird again, I could resist easily. So I could relax and sleep...
'...Yeah, should be fine.'
I'd barely slept last night from exhaustion anyway, and that mishap was a fluke. With that thought, I closed my eyes.
The fatigue in body and mind pulled me under fast.
-Squish... Squish...
'...?'
I snapped awake to a familiar yet odd, wet sound.
My vision was blocked by something.
"Wh-what the...?"
It didn't take long to figure it out.
This familiar texture.
Master's hand was covering my eyes.
And the moment I realized it, intense pleasure surged from below.
-Squish! Squish!
"Guh?!"
Master's other hand was stroking my cock, which had swollen to full mast.
I had no idea when it started, but it was already slick with precum, twitching like it could burst any second. The pleasure made my mind blank again.
It wasn't my first handjob.
Back when I'd tumbled with Dang Ayoung nonstop, it was one of our major substitutes for sex. She'd handled hidden weapons, so even without experience, her technique skyrocketed, sending chills up my spine—unforgettable.
But this was different.
Blindfolded, my other senses sharpened. The firm press of her breasts against the back of my head, her sweet scent—it all amplified. My cock stood even more sensitive than usual.
"Ah... ugh..."
She had to be asleep, yet her hand moved like it was alive, teasing my shaft.
Her long fingers worked independently, hitting every weak spot.
Urethra, glans, the ridge—each up-and-down stroke stimulated everything.
Even awake, Ayoung wasn't this skilled.
"Ahh... ah..."
The building urge to cum hit fast. I twisted desperately to escape, but Master's legs had mine pinned. No way out from this angle.
This "safe" position had backfired.
I'd only thought about full sex, not this.
"Hnn... grr..."
The overwhelming pleasure delayed my release at first, but then it hit a limit and throbbed massively.
My body reacted on instinct, bracing for the ecstasy before I could even process.
-Spurt!!! Splurt!! Splat!! Spluuurt!!!
"...!!!!!"
I unleashed far more than in a typical fuck.
Blindfolded, I could still feel the monstrous load draining out, even from this body of endless stamina.
-Squish! Squish!
-Spluuurt!! Splat!! Spluuuurt!!
"Ahiii..."
But Master's hand didn't stop, unsatisfied—it urged more from my still-cumming cock.
Like it'd been holding back before, now it attacked every weakness more aggressively. Bound by her body, I had zero escape.
-Spluuuurt!! Splat!! Splat!!
Endless stimulation turned my cock into a semen dispenser, firing a stream with every stroke.
Not even worthy of "one orgasm" anymore.
The rational thought of the mess on the sheets vanished under waves of pleasure crashing my brain.
New climaxes queued before the last finished.
No point counting anymore.
My cock was just a machine that squirted cum on command.
How long did it go on?
Even a monster like this body had limits.
After pumping out most of its load, my softening cock finally shrank and drooped.
Her hand kept going, refusing defeat. It barely lifted its head one last time.
-Pffft... Pffft...
A weak, deflated sputter dropped a few final drops before it heroically expired.
Utterly spent, not even a twitch left.
While my "second brain" fell, what happened to its owner?
"Hah... haaah..."
Master's hand over my eyes was wet with tears.
The relentless pleasure had squeezed them out unknowingly.
'I-It's over...'
I was in worse shape than yesterday.
A hand wasn't a pussy, but finer, stronger control meant better technique—sometimes more intense than sex.
Yesterday's sleepy motions had been slow, devouring gently. This sudden onslaught felt way harsher.
'Facing her is soft sex... back-to-back is merciless milking...?'
Either way, trouble. But today, my cock was done—no more action possible.
Her hand stopped too, so just clean up and sleep, like last night.
As I waited for her legs to release me...
-Flick!
Her hand turned my head.
-Slurp...
"?????!!!!!!"
Before I could close my mouth, something invaded.
-Slurp slurp slurp
"Mmph... mmf..."
I realized it was her tongue and thrashed my head, but the hand over my eyes now gripped my head firm.
I didn't know if she realized, but this was the one thing I had to avoid at all costs.
'K-Kissing... no...!'
Sex or hand stuff? Fine.
I could handle no-strings fuckbuddies.
But kissing? No.
-Slurp smack slurp
"Mmmph... mmm..."
After all those intentional-or-not violations, I'd subconsciously set a rule: kisses were for lovers only.
So a kiss with Master was absolutely off-limits.
'This crosses the final line...!'
I strained every muscle, twisting wildly. A slim chance to break free appeared—I pushed for it—
-Stroke
"Hngh!"
Sudden pleasure exploded from my cock.
It had gotten hard again, at peak size and strength.
-Twitch twitch
It looked healthy, but after total collapse, it could drop any second. Still, size and rigidity were what mattered for pleasure.
It could squeeze out one more load, easy.
'N-No... wait...'
Before disgust at getting hard from kissing Master could hit, she grabbed it expertly.
-Spurt!
"...!!!"
Like Pavlov's dog, her touch alone made me cum, shattering my last shred of sanity.
'Gotta... clean up... and sleep...'
In my fading mind, I glimpsed her eyes gleaming with eerie light.
Then consciousness sank into the depths.