A Devoted Son
Although a series of disasters had left Tang Suryeon incredibly busy, she did not neglect her duties as the Patriarch. One of those duties was teaching Tang Hwi the Butterfly Flight Bee Needle Sword and the Poison Butterfly Divine Art.
They had committed a deeply depraved, taboo act that a mother and son should never cross, but it wasn't as if they could avoid looking at each other for the rest of their lives. Thus, she summoned Tang Hwi to the training grounds, hoping to naturally sweep everything under the rug under the guise of martial arts instruction.
I've... taken precautions, so it should be fine. Having recently confronted her own desires—where Tang Hwi constantly starred in her wild fantasies—Suryeon had reached a compromise of sorts. Fearing her pussy would react the moment she saw him, she had mastivated three times this morning while fantasizing about her son, draining herself completely before summoning him. She was confident she wouldn't get aroused now, even when looking at his face.
Of course, this was a massive delusion on Suryeon's part, as she remained completely ignorant of the true potency of the Yin-Yang Semen.
"Mother, you summoned me?"
"..."
"Mother?"
"Y-yes. You're here. You've arrived."
Tang Hwi tilted his head, observing Suryeon as she struggled to form a coherent sentence, looking as if her linguistic faculties had completely broken down.
"Yes. After all, you were the one who called for me. Was there a mistake in the message?"
"No. No... Your mother did indeed call for you. Yes. That's right."
"?"
Tang Hwi tilted his head, feigning complete ignorance. However, his nostrils had already picked up a distinct scent.
The scent of arousal fluids... It's incredibly faint, meaning she must have taken care of herself this morning. But now that I'm close, the Yin-Yang Semen inside her is reacting to my presence, making her Dantian itch all over again.
The Yin-Yang Semen nestled in her lower Dantian was reacting to the physical proximity of its master, Tang Hwi. Consequently, her womb, located right next to her lower Dantian, was stimulated, causing Suryeon's loins to tingle with a sudden, intense itch once more.
Having never expected her body to react the absolute instant she laid eyes on him, she was currently panicking internally.
What on earth am I supposed to do? What kind of mother looks at her own son, immediately stares at his crotch, and goes into heat?!
She felt a deep sense of shame, wondering if she had always been such a depraved, lustful woman. She questioned whether she was fit to teach Tang Hwi in this state, but sending him back after summoning him herself was hardly a viable option. Besides, Tang Hwi was likely trying his absolute best not to bring up what had happened last time. As both his parent and master, she couldn't afford to show him such a pathetic display.
"I summoned you because I wanted to see how much progress you've made, my dear Hwi."
"Ah, I see."
"?"
His tone carried a strange hint of disappointment. It might have just been a passing oddity, but for someone of the Transcendental Realm, even the slightest intuition was hard to ignore. It was almost as if he was disappointed that she hadn't summoned him for a lustful tryst...
No, that's impossible. Unless my Hwi has completely lost his mind...
"Mother, you are so beautiful!"
"I can't even look at other women because of you...!"
"I am instinctively drawn to you, Mother...!"
The words Tang Hwi had cried out during their passionate coupling suddenly echoed in her mind. Her face flushed hot. As if proving that her racing heart back then hadn't been a lie, a surge of pure, unadulterated joy began to hammer against her chest once more.
Coolly circulating her internal energy to suppress her burning face, Suryeon hid her agitation and began the lesson as if nothing were amiss.
"Then let us start with your stance. Show me your form, will you?"
"Yes, Mother."
"Hmm."
Tang Hwi took the stance exactly as he had been taught. Yet, looking at him, Suryeon couldn't help but marvel inwardly.
He has already transcended the basic forms and is walking his own path. If I had known he was this talented, I would have put a sword in his hand much sooner.
Normally, a martial form required one to assume a specific stance aligned with the circulation of internal energy before executing a technique. Even with variations, a certain degree of fixed posture was inevitable. This was why watching someone else practice without permission was considered a grave insult in the Jianghu; observing their forms allowed one to devise counters.
However, that rule only applied to those of lesser realms. Masters who had reached the Transcendental Realm like Suryeon, or those blessed with innate genius, understood the fundamental principles of martial arts, allowing them to adapt any form to any posture. Once this became second nature, the forms dissolved into fluid, natural movements, transcending the very concept of a "form."
That is why the Heavenly Demonic Dragon Scale Dance has almost no fixed forms.
Tang Hwi's body, which could already be said to have achieved oneness with the concept of forms, was martial arts personified. When such a man learned the Butterfly Flight Bee Needle Sword from its creator, Suryeon, he was bound to grasp and master its principles at an astonishing speed. Unaware of his past-life secrets, Suryeon could only marvel at him, convinced her son was an unprecedented sword prodigy.
"Come, let us exchange a few blows."
"I will do my absolute best to live up to your expectations, Mother!"
Seeing Tang Hwi take his stance while speaking in a tone that practically begged for her praise, Suryeon felt a sharp pang of guilt. After all, she was planning to use the heat of combat to suppress the burning lust inside her body.
Whoosh! The moment Suryeon assumed her stance, Tang Hwi lunged forward. The Butterfly Flight Bee Needle Sword was a technique with clearly divided offensive and defensive forms. Since its offensive maneuvers were derived from throwing-dagger techniques, they focused heavily on thrusting rather than slashing. Against a vastly superior master like her, his decision to charge and thrust the instant she readied herself was tactically sound.
Suryeon effortlessly parried his strike with a sword movement imbued with the profound principles of Taiji. Although Tang Hwi's body, which had nearly achieved the Vajra Body, was heavy enough to strain even a Transcendental Realm master, his thrust was swept aside, guided away by the blade of her Butterfly Flight Bee Needle Sword. Even as his posture threatened to collapse under the deflection, Tang Hwi instead threw himself into the flow.
He threw his body in the exact direction she had deflected him, passing by her even faster. Suryeon let out a soft gasp of admiration at his quick decision-making, which not only prevented his stance from breaking but also denied her any opening for a counterattack.
"An excellent choice. Normally, one would try to recover their stance after being deflected, leaving an opening. By diving deeper instead, you throw your opponent off and escape. However, you know this is not a trick you can rely on repeatedly, yes?"
"Of course, Mother. If a fluke like this works more than once, it means the opponent was someone I didn't even need luck to defeat in the first place."
"You understand well."
While Suryeon praised him proudly, Tang Hwi launched himself forward once more. Moving with incredible swiftness, he miraculously halted just outside the reach of her sword. Utilizing his physical advantage as a man—his longer reach—he unleashed a rapid succession of thrusts from a distance where only his weapon could connect.
Rather than standard thrusts, he literally fired his blade forward and snapped it back in rapid succession. Wielding his sword as if it were a rapier, he began to press Suryeon. Yes, "pressing her" was the perfect description, as Tang Hwi focused entirely on a relentless, blindingly fast barrage of consecutive thrusts.
If the Butterfly Flight Bee Needle Sword had a weakness, it was that one was forced to rely entirely on slashing motions when on the defensive. While not a flaw in itself, in a mirror match of the same style, the offensive side held a massive advantage. After all, the trajectory of a slash was far longer than that of a straight thrust. Though the difference was a mere fraction of a blink, as those split seconds accumulated, the defensive options available to Suryeon steadily dwindled.
If Mother needs an instant to swing her sword and block, my thrusts take only a fraction of that instant.
Of course, such a shallow trick would never allow Tang Hwi's sword to actually touch Suryeon. The gulf between the Master Realm and the Transcendental Realm was simply too vast. However, Tang Hwi's true objective lay not in winning this spar, but in something else entirely.
Ah...! Why is my body... so hot?
Suryeon was growing increasingly flustered. With every clash of their blades, a strange heat accumulated, pooling heavily in her lower abdomen. Moreover, as they traded blows in close proximity, the thick, masculine scent wafting from Tang Hwi's sweat filled her nostrils.
Detecting the subtle shift in Suryeon's demeanor, Tang Hwi smirked inwardly.
The energy of the Yin-Yang Erotic Art is stimulating her lower Dantian perfectly. Seeing her lower belly twitch like that, the Yin-Yang Semen must be thoroughly sinking in.
As these compounding factors dragged her body further from its peak state, Suryeon's reactions began to lag. Normally, the sheer difference in their realms would have made blocking Tang Hwi's simple tricks child's play, but that dynamic was now beginning to unravel. Finally, the tip of Tang Hwi's sword grazed her robes.
"Hup!"
Belatedly realizing the danger, Suryeon reflexively unleashed a genuine counterattack. It was a slashing strike that redirected his momentum using Taiji—the kind of instinctual blow one would throw if an assassin suddenly lunged from the shadows. For Tang Hwi, who was only in the Master Realm, such a strike could cause severe injury.
"Eek?!"
Even as she threw the strike, she gasped in horror at her own reflex, but fortunately, Tang Hwi managed to dodge it by a hair's breadth.
"Hwi! Are you al... vi—ah?!"
The moment she unleashed the horizontal slash, Tang Hwi bent backward at the waist to narrowly avoid it. However, "narrowly" meant the blade had still made contact with something. It had sliced clean through Tang Hwi's belt and the drawstring of his trousers.
Whoosh. His pants and undergarments slid straight down to the training ground floor.
The sudden exposure of Tang Hwi's manhood to the open air released a potent, musky scent of cock. Catching a sudden, involuntary whiff of it, Suryeon—
"Sniff... Haaah?!"
—instantly hit a light climax, plunging her into an indescribable abyss of shame.