Chapter 220
Chapter 220
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 11
Chapter Title: Master-Disciple Relationship 3
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"Anyway, like I said earlier, things are going to pick up the pace from here on out, but before that, there's something you need to keep in mind."
"W-what is it!"
...I had no idea if she was actually learning or just playing along, but before I knew it, Dang Ayoung was keeping up with Master quite well.
She'd already figured out who held the real power here in one glance.
Normally, when a man and a woman are involved, the man takes the lead in bed...
'...I wonder if the day will ever come when I get to take control.'
Even I had my doubts about that.
I mean, against the Sword Empress who was just lying there quietly, I couldn't even thrust my hips and had to beg her to move—what made me think I could take charge now?
"If it looks like a tail's sprouting from me or my eyes are changing color, or if I seem to be losing my reason, stop me right away."
"...Pardon?"
"It's been three years since I last did this properly, so I might not be able to control it perfectly."
...That sounded ominous.
Did that mean she was controlling it right now?
No, her technique was so exquisite that she clearly had her wits about her, so yeah, she must be holding back.
'Even with control, it's this intense...'
-Gulp
What kind of disaster would happen if she lost it?
Just imagining it sent shivers racing up my spine.
Separate from the terror in my head, my cock—oblivious to the situation—stood even harder.
"...Expecting that, are you?"
"Eek..."
"Don't. It might feel good, but it could damage your vital energy. What good is that at your young age?"
Master tapped my forehead lightly, scolding me for no reason.
...After getting me all worked up like that.
'Hah.'
What the hell was she saying?
I'd never expected anything like that.
I was already drowning in pleasure—way more than enough. No way did I want it to get even better, or hope for Master to go wild. Ridiculous.
My cock twitching was just an unavoidable physiological reaction. I absolutely hadn't hoped for...
-Slap!
"Agh!"
-Squirt! Squirt!
"If you're going off like this already, how do you expect to hold out? You won't be ready for anything like that for at least ten years."
"Eek..."
Even if I was pathetic, hearing that from a gumiho felt unfair.
And she'd already done whatever she wanted while I slept, figured out all my weak spots—what was this now?
...Though honestly, even if she hadn't known them, things probably wouldn't have played out much differently. Still, it pissed me off.
Maybe she read the injustice in my eyes.
"Hmph. Let's see how long that cheeky look lasts."
Master smirked and sped up her previously leisurely hips.
It didn't take long before I lost half my mind, my mouth spilling nothing but moans.
.
.
.
-Slap! Slap!
"Aagghhh...!"
How much time had passed?
Five minutes? Ten?
It didn't feel that long, but the pleasure I'd endured in that short span surpassed everything I'd felt before combined.
From the moment Master started really moving her hips, my cock had been leaking cum nonstop like a broken faucet. Naturally, the pleasure and exhaustion crashing over me were immense.
I instinctively reached out to grab her, but she ignored it, keep grinding away as waves of ecstasy overwhelmed me. I couldn't even open my eyes properly.
Eyes squeezed shut, clinging to Master, my hips bucked automatically from the pleasure now and then. My body no longer obeyed me at all.
-Pause
"...Hoo. If I keep going, it might get dangerous, so let's take a break."
"Uhggh..."
"Hang in there just a bit. The pleasure's still lingering, but it'll fade soon."
Was it because she'd hammered so much ecstasy into my body?
Even after Master stopped grinding, my cock kept spurting cum for a good while.
Though her insides still clenched instinctively to milk me with every pulse while she said we were resting.
"Hah... Hah..."
Once the ejaculation finally stopped and my breathing steadied, the first thing I did was gasp for air.
The pleasure had been so intense I couldn't even breathe right. A little longer, and I'd have blacked out.
I'd even let go of my grip on consciousness on purpose, thinking passing out might be better—but my awareness clung on by a thread...
'...She didn't control that either, did she?'
I dismissed it as impossible, but I couldn't shake the doubt.
Having just experienced her technique firsthand, I could believe she'd done anything.
Anyway.
It was finally over.
I didn't have the strength to lift a finger now.
If she wanted more, she'd just have to knock me out and have her way.
I couldn't do anything conscious anymore.
..As I shot Master that look, she silently leaned her face toward mine.
-Mmch
"Mmph..."
She started another deep kiss, tongues entwining like before.
And right then, a familiar voice rang in my ear.
"Ugh... I must've blacked out for a moment... I saw something unbelievable, and my mind just..."
The Sword Empress had woken up after spotting our kiss earlier and getting carried off by Yeo So-cheon.
"..."
-Thud
And promptly fainted again.
...A kiss alone had knocked her out before, and now she wakes to see master and disciple still connected, kissing. No wonder.
"Mmmph!!"
The sight made me thrash, signaling it was really time to stop...
...Huh?
-Schlop
"Feeling recharged now?"
"...?"
What?
I'd had zero energy left—not even to twitch a finger or muscle moments ago. But somehow, strength was flooding back into my body.
Not like I felt super healthy or anything, but it was like my normal, everyday state...
Definitely not the state for someone who'd just been pinned under a gumiho and drained of a massive load.
"What is this..."
"Just returning the vital energy I absorbed. There are losses, so not all of it, but it should be enough that you're not dying."
"..."
At Master's words, I noticed not a drop of cum remained.
After that much, it should've filled her up and overflowed, but there wasn't even a splatter anywhere.
As if those two nights with Master had never happened.
'...Convenient for cleanup.'
Utterly illogical, but hey, when had common sense ever applied here?
A gumiho could probably manage that much.
I'd been on the verge of collapsing into sleep, but now forcibly revitalized, it wasn't pure bliss. Still, better than the limp exhaustion.
No matter how used to it I was, that hollow ache in my gut and muscle weakness felt like melting into a puddle—depressing, inhuman.
Having energy left after sex was refreshingly novel, so I tried sitting up happily...
"Now that you've got your energy back, you can go again, right?"
-Chill!
"...Pardon?"
Her words sent a shiver down my spine.
Every hair on my body stood on end as I eyed Master cautiously.
"Kidding. It's still broad daylight—what more could we do here?"
"...Phew..."
Only as she backed off did I relax.
Master slowly lifted her hips, sliding my cock out.
-Squirt! Squirt!
"Hm?"
"Huh?"
As my cock slipped free from her pussy, it ejaculated, splattering cum around us.
"...And what's this?"
"I-it wasn't on purpose..."
"I didn't even stimulate you enough for climax this time..."
Unlike her intense grinding earlier, she'd pulled out gently this time.
Her pussy hadn't clung desperately like before—it just let go peacefully. Yet I'd still cum...
'...No way.'
The idea that it had been conditioned—hips up → down → cum—popped into my head, but it was absurd. I shook it off mentally.
My cock wasn't Pavlov's dog or something.
A twinge of anxiety hit as I meekly straightened my clothes and glanced warily toward the women.
We'd done it so openly—nothing to do about it now.
First, smooth over the awkwardness caused by Master and me, catch our breath, then discuss what to do next...
"Wait a sec."
"Yes?"
"Why is she still here?"
One figure who naturally caught my eye made my mind go blank.
"Didn't you put her somewhere else?!"
"Huh? Who do you—oh?!"
"What the hell did you show the kid?! Didn't Yeo So-cheon think to deal with her?!"
"Why blame me again?! I'm not her babysitter!"
Apparently, no one had thought to move her.
The Sword Empress's disciple was still tied up in the living room.
"Awaaah..."
"W-wait, is she even breathing? She looks out of it!"
"H-hold on! She seems to be breathing, at least..."
Thank goodness, I guess.
We'd found the Sword Empress's disciple just before she stopped breathing.
...What a headache of a day, and it had barely started.