Chapter 218
Chapter 218
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 11
Chapter Title: Master-Disciple Relationship 1
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"Hold on a second, Master. Even so, not right here..."
"Just stay quiet so you don't get in the way for now."
"Mmph!"
The moment Master flicked her hand, my mouth sealed shut tight, rendering me speechless.
It was obvious she'd used some kind of spell.
"Mmmph!! Mmph mmph!!"
'Don't use spells for crap like this!!'
"There are all sorts of positions, but with this frail guy on the bottom and you on top, it's the most stable. Anything too intense, and his weak body won't hold up, reducing the pleasure from the physical strain."
"I... I see..."
"You could switch it up depending on the mood sometimes, but since this one's the most stable and lets you do the most, I'll teach you with this as the base."
'Don't teach her stuff like that!!'
She's not Dang Ayoung's master—she's my master!
And even if she were, she shouldn't be teaching that!
'Why are you spilling my sensitive spots that even I don't know about...'
I shot Dang Ayoung a glare loaded with that message, but...
"D-don't worry! I'll learn hard and make you feel even better than she does!"
"Mmmph!! Mmmph mmph!!!"
'That's not what I meant!!!'
The pleasure's already plenty—don't try harder!
Who the hell are you trying to kill..!
"Mmmph!!! Mmmph!!!"
"No need to worry. I'll adjust it so you don't pass out midway."
"Mmmph!!!"
Whether she was doing it on purpose or genuinely misunderstanding, Master's words hit exactly opposite to what I wanted, nearly bursting my gut with frustration.
I desperately wanted to escape this position right now.
But even as I thought that, my body was already ramping up its arousal on its own.
Was I used to being pinned under Master? Or had I just gotten accustomed to women on top in general? My dick was already standing at full attention, ready for insertion, my whole body slightly hypersensitive, primed for sex—and there was nothing I could do about it.
My body had long since seized control from my brain.
"Up you go."
Master lifted her hips slightly, deftly untying my clothes like it was second nature, stripping me naked in seconds. I could only gape inwardly at the sight.
She knew all along.
No—she'd made them this way on purpose for herself.
All those times I'd grumbled to Master about women taking advantage of me, blaming the clothes with 'You should've made them sturdier,' now felt ridiculous.
Turned out they were perfectly made.
"You're plenty hard already, so let's get started. Explaining every little thing is a hassle, so figure out the basics by watching and observing. As a martial artist, you should have the eyes for it."
"Y-yes!"
"Alright, then... beginning..."
Master positioned her legs beside my hips, raised her waist, and slowly lowered herself.
Her skirt hid the view of her pelvis, so it felt like an invisible guillotine descending on my dick...
-Squish...
"...!"
The moment the glans made contact with her entrance amid the wet sound...
"Before that."
"Mngh..!"
Master halted with just the tip barely inside.
It was so precarious that the slightest shift in balance would pop it out—more like touching than entering.
"Plowing straight in like this could be dangerous, so I'll loosen you up first."
With that, Master leaned forward, bringing her face to mine.
She kept her pelvis fixed so my dick wouldn't slip free, bending only at the waist as her face drew closer. I had a sinking feeling I knew what was coming.
And sure enough...
-Smooch
"Mmph..."
Just like before, Master's tongue slipped between my sealed lips.
Whether she'd adjusted the spell or released it, my mouth, which hadn't opened at all until then, obeyed her will.
-Slurp, smack
This kiss was gentler than the last, flowing more smoothly.
No matter how pathetic I am, to drive me to the edge of ejaculation from a surprise aerial kiss alone would've required brutally forceful technique.
If the previous one showed Master's anger, this felt like soothing a child—tender and caressing.
It naturally eased my mind, melting away the tension like the involuntary brace before a shot at the doctor.
A kiss so relaxing I might drift off if she kept it up.
The instant my instinctive wariness toward Master loosened...
-Slap!
"...!!!!!"
-Splurt splurt spluuurt!
An overwhelming wave of pleasure crashed through me.
It made every previous fuck feel like child's play.
The half-asleep romp a few days ago was just a dream compared to this—her pussy enveloped my dick in earnest, feeling utterly alive.
"Nngh... too... intense..!"
How do you even describe this?
It was like shoving my dick into a living, writhing milking machine.
Even without her moving her hips post-descent, her inner walls squirmed independently, tormenting my shaft, demanding semen right now.
And molding perfectly to my shape, like it was her home.
But the real problem wasn't on Master's side.
My dick itself screamed that it had to unload here, as if it were the most natural thing, ejaculation urge building relentlessly, ready to burst again.
Her being a divine pussy was one thing; my body volunteering tribute was another dimension entirely.
Even if she stopped stimulating, my dick would surely deliver semen on its own.
Realizing my body was so thoroughly conditioned to her filled me with dread.
I'd guessed it wasn't just once or twice, but how often had she done this for even a sleepy half-measure to complete the training?
No way it was every day for ten years—I hoped.
If so, it was far too late to turn back.
I barely had time for sex now amid the chaos, but once life stabilized, I'd have no essence left—and with Master like this, I'd need to conjure it from nothing.
Even a distiller needs refills; if she sucks it dry as fast as I make it, what am I supposed to do?
-Smooch
"Mmph..."
Ignoring its owner's woes, my body gleefully pushed semen to the tip, primed for the slightest nudge to erupt.
And as if reading my mind, Master licked upward, scraping my palate...
-Spluuurt!! Spurt!!
"...!"
-Twitch! Twitch!
That triggered it—I came.
Not even a single thrust after insertion, and I'd already cum twice.
I'd climaxed from insertion alone before, but this shattered records.
And deep down, I knew instinctively:
Even without Master moving, my body would keep offering semen until my balls ran dry.
In that case, maybe if I...
"Urgh..!"
I defiantly thrust my hips up, but the massive pleasure hitting my hypersensitive post-orgasm dick made me scream internally and drop back.
I knew I couldn't shake my hips even at full strength—why bother with defiance?
Probably because it was Master.
Hating to lose to her sparked pointless stubbornness, some rebellion... but the result was...
'V-vengeance later...'
I had to admit what I had to.
I had zero chance of gaining any upper hand against Master in bed.
So if I wanted payback, target everyday moments.
Steal her snacks or mess with her sleep.
...
'No matter how you slice it, I'm the one losing big time!!'
Sex is supposed to be mutual fun, but for me, it's long been one-sided exploitation.
She gives pleasure, sure—but in moderation. Too much, and it's muscle cramps from endless ecstasy overload, turning bliss to pain past a point.
I knew my future from experience.
Right now, I could still think—but in an hour, I'd be sobbing top and bottom.
Maybe sooner.
'Women are all beasts...'
None of the ones I'd bedded ever stopped at the right time.
With Sword Empress, I retired early because I was wrecked.
But when I sought her out later, she was just like the rest.
Too much stamina was a curse.
While other guys finish timely, basking in afterglow, I get pinned and pulverized.
If my patheticness is the issue, I can't deny it...
'B-but what can I do if it won't cooperate!'
I thought I'd improve with familiarity.
Build tolerance to pleasure.
Instead, I'm getting worse over time—how could I not go mad?
I'm stagnant or weakening, while their skills sharpen...
"Looks like you're getting some leeway now, so we can really get into it."
"Mmph?"
"Last time was after so long, I was a bit rusty, and half-asleep too, so it wasn't my best. But you're fresh today—expect something good."
-Shudder
"And don't worry about essence drain. Your yang energy's top-notch, and I'll manage it, so no life-threatening risk."
-Spurt... spluuurt..
The third ejaculation timidly spurted out, mirroring its owner's fear.
I squeezed my eyes shut, sensing the impending doom.