Martial Arts Training (1)

"Hiyah!"

I scooped Choi Yeo-jin up in the stance Jo-hyun had taught me.

"Come in that slow and I'll stop everything."

Choi Yeo-jin caught my tackle and pinned me straight to the floor. I slammed into the oil-slicked bottom of the inflatable pool, and her body settled over mine. Her chest was so flat that my back hurt even worse for it.

"Ugh!"

I wrung every muscle I had and locked onto Choi Yeo-jin's right leg.

"Hmph!"

She put her strength into yanking it free. Her body was so slick with oil that keeping a grip was almost impossible.

"Take this!"

I trapped her leg between my thighs and cranked on a kneebar.

"Heh."

She moved like she'd already seen it coming, twisting to slip the joint lock.

Then her expression changed.

"Hngh!"

She couldn't break it.

I clamped down with everything I had and held on. Choi Yeo-jin was Level 21. I was Level 9. I'd dumped every stat into virility, so my physical abilities weren't even that high — and she still couldn't pry her leg loose.

"Haaah."

An intense gaze burned into my ass. Right now Choi Yeo-jin's eyes were so glued to it she couldn't put any real strength into the escape.

Right now, Choi Yeo-jin was catching fleeting glimpses of her ideal type flickering over my body. Exactly like this.

"What? You got something to say to my rock-solid ass?"

"Huh? Wh—"

"Judging by that look, you're having a whole conversation with it."

Choi Yeo-jin's face twisted in flustered confusion.

"I am not!"

She ripped free of the joint lock and reversed into the top position.

"Ghk—!"

She wrapped her arms around my neck and cranked it sideways.

"Tap! Tap! Tap!"

Slap. Slap. Slap. I deliberately smacked her ass hard with every tap.

Men in this world were walking aphrodisiacs. Choi Yeo-jin's face flushed a deep red. She startled all over again, that same confused look flooding her features, and her arms came loose.

"Where do you think you're hitting?!"

She shoved off me and scrambled well out of reach.

"Ugh, where do you think you're hitting..."

I hiked up the palm-sized training outfit that was too embarrassing to even call a swimsuit.

"Jo-hyun, did I bruise here?"

Han Jo-hyun looked at my ass.

"Hmm."

Her hand stroked over it. I caught Choi Yeo-jin's eyes sliding back toward me.

"This doesn't look too bad."

"It hurts from the bruise, though. Could you put some medicine on it?"

"Alright."

Han Jo-hyun turned a faintly icy look on Choi Yeo-jin.

"Yeo-jin."

"Yes."

"Go grab some ointment from the infirmary."

"Why?! He's barely even hurt!"

"Because this is your fault!"

"Yes..."

Choi Yeo-jin's shoulders sagged.

"Now!"

"Yes!"

She bolted out of the gym.

"I'm sorry. The kid doesn't know how to act around people."

"It's fine."

"It's true that people at our institute tend to be overly kind to men — especially dimensional transferees. Every now and then you get someone who treats a man roughly like that."

"Yeah. Reminds me of the old days. Feels nice, actually."

Back on Earth, a woman like that would have given me a dirty look and never spoken a word to me.

"I brought the ointment."

I took it from Choi Yeo-jin.

"Jo-hyun, would you put it on for me?"

"Of course."

Jo-hyun squeezed ointment onto her fingers.

"Why?! Why is Senior Sister putting ointment on him?! He can put it on his own ass!"

Choi Yeo-jin's eyes went wide as she protested.

"You hurt him. That's why."

"Where is he hurt?! He's faking it!"

"Be quiet!"

Han Jo-hyun — who was always so calm — raised her voice for the first time.

"..."

Choi Yeo-jin dropped her gaze to the floor.

"Keep this up and I'll send you right back to headquarters. You sang and begged to come here, and this is what I get."

"I'm sorry."

Heh heh heh. Serves her right.

Getting chewed out by the woman she liked. This was going to be fun to watch.

Jo-hyun's hand glided over my ass, spreading the ointment in slow strokes.

"Nnh."

When her fingers traced the line where my ass met my thigh, every nerve lit up. My lower body twitched and shifted.

"So this is where you're sensitive."

"Jo-hyun, your hands feel incredible."

"Do they?"

Her hand slipped a little lower and brushed my balls.

"Nnh... nnh... hic..."

Choi Yeo-jin puffed out her cheeks and started shedding tears.

I let myself slide on the oil and tipped backward, as if I'd lost my balance. My body landed across Jo-hyun's, and she caught me without so much as a wobble.

Our eyes met. I flicked a glance at Choi Yeo-jin, then leaned in and brushed my lips against Jo-hyun's.

"W-we should be training right now."

"Then later, maybe?"

Han Jo-hyun's face colored faintly. She nodded.

"Khhhk!"

The sound of grinding teeth leaked from Choi Yeo-jin's mouth.

Intimacy generated S-Points when it dropped, same as when it rose.

Be as jealous as you want, Yeo-jin.

A short while later, Choi Yeo-jin and I faced each other again.

"Sparring, round two. Yeo-jin, you're facing a beginner. Teach him properly."

"Yes."

She snapped into her stance. I dropped my center of gravity into something between judo and wrestling.

I shot in like a shadow, faking a grab at her legs, then snatched her by the nape instead.

"Nngh!"

She seized my torso and hoisted me up. Something in her sports bikini tore with a sharp rip, and she slammed me into the floor. The ring was just an inflatable pool, but the whole thing bucked and rolled, spreading the impact of my weight.

She didn't waste a second. She climbed on top of me and folded my arm. I grabbed her clothes and yanked.

Riiip!

Choi Yeo-jin's top tore clean off.

"Kyah!"

Something flopped onto my face.

"What's this?"

Sitting on my face was a thin, soft pad.

Don't tell me even that flat chest was padded.

Choi Yeo-jin crossed both arms over her chest and hunched forward. She glared at me with tears welling in her eyes.

"Flat-chested."

"What?! What?!"

Choi Yeo-jin whipped a panicked look toward Jo-hyun. Han Jo-hyun, wearing that trademark blank expression of hers, checked on me instead.

"Seonghun, are you alright?"

"I'm fine. What's this, though? Never seen one of these before."

"That's..."

Jo-hyun looked at Choi Yeo-jin's breast pad.

"Hic... I don't need any of it!"

Choi Yeo-jin shot out of the pool and fled the gym at a dead sprint.

"Hey! Don't you want your stuff back?!"

I waved the breast pad after her.

"I hate you!"

Hmm. Getting hated was another way to earn S-Points. Honestly, when you ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠were already all-in, turning villain didn't seem like such a bad idea.

"Well, Yeo-jin's gone. Would you like to train with me?"

"Yes."

"Then let's start practicing from the first form."

"Alright."

I grabbed Han Jo-hyun's breasts.

"Stop fooling around!"

"Hahaha."

I lifted her by the waist, hooked a leg, and felt every inch of her oil-slicked body.

Han Jo-hyun batted my attack aside like it was nothing.

"Use your opponent's attack against them. That's a fundamental verse of our sect's martial arts."

"Ugh, you're really not going easy on me."

"We're training right now!"

"Yes, ma'am."

I got back up and charged Han Jo-hyun again.

I spent the rest of that day crawling across the floor of the inflatable pool, training with her.

"Hmm. You really do have incredible talent, even for a dimensional transferee — and we haven't had one of those in a long time. I've never seen martial aptitude like this. To move like that after just a few days..."

"Thank you."

"How do I put it, Seonghun. I don't see any desperate will in your movements. If you had that, you could become a master one day."

Hard to feel desperate when your body's loaded with cheat keys.

"Hmm. A craving for the martial path tends to grow as you train."

I looked at Han Jo-hyun's chest. The only thing I craved was the desire to grab those breasts.

"Where do you think you're looking?"

I grinned at her.

"Nnh!"

I slowly ran my hand over her lower abdomen. Slick with oil, she felt impossibly smooth under my fingers.

"Shall we train this evening as well?"

Another few days slipped by.

I found myself in the institute's library. Rare volumes lined the shelves, collected for dimensional transferees — magic tomes, martial arts manuals, spirit arts, science, and more. It was a room where people who had crossed over from countless other dimensions left their knowledge behind, and came to learn in turn.

Finding the books I needed among this ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠ocean of volumes would have been no easy task. If I didn't have the Eye of Truth, that is.

After about an hour of walking the stacks, several dozen books had presented ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠themselves.

"Hmm. No way I can get through all of these."

I stared at the mountain of books piled in front of me and sank into thought.

"Ah, Seonghun. What brings you to the library?"

"I wanted to look at some books."

"Books? Hmm."

The Doctor looked over my stack. Her expression turned faintly odd.

"These are all garbage."

"Excuse me?"

"Garbage. Every last one of them is damaged. If even a single one of these were intact, it wouldn't be sitting in an institute library — it'd be locked in some high official's vault."

The Zixia Divine Art. I knew this one. Even in my world, it was one of the most famous martial arts in every wuxia novel. The sect leader's art of the Mount Hua Sect, one of the Nine Great Sects of China — a highest-tier Taoist inner cultivation method said to let its practitioner contain the energy of the entire world within their body.

But the book had been torn in half, and what remained was warped and riddled with passages where the characters had been worn away.

"Damage this bad and you couldn't even use it as toilet paper. Oh, the Zixia Divine Art. Looks like it came here from the Central Plains three hundred years ago, when the Mount Hua Sect fell."

"The Mount Hua Sect actually exists?"

"It does. It's been rebuilt now, but it's nothing like it used to be... how do I put it. More of a corporate sect, I suppose."

"I see."

"This copy of the Zixia Divine Art is the original, though. Not a reproduction. It turned up in our country by chance, but restoration was completely impossible, so they parked it here."

"Why keep it at all?"

"Just in case a disciple from this world's Mount Hua Sect ever showed up?"

Was it really that badly damaged?

Sixty-eight percent. That was a dead end. Even at a full hundred, it was such a supreme art I wouldn't have been able to learn it anyway. Well, there were plenty of other books. No need to get hung up on one.

"Plum Blossom Activity Art?"

I picked the manual out from among the dozens of books. It was a bedroom art. Mount Hua's secret sex art, no less. Leave it to a bunch of Taoists — there was nothing they wouldn't try in the name of attaining the Dao.

I opened it. This one was about twenty percent damaged, but the Eye of Truth could restore the whole thing.

"It boosts your virility and clears your vision. Through sexual intercourse you achieve the harmony of yin and yang and ascend to immortality?"

Well. When had a great undertaking ever been ruined by a bad motive?

"Ohh!"

The illustrations, though, I liked quite a bit. The sheer number of positions, and the way they used the body's meridians to open the acupoints, were genuinely fascinating.

"A man's member adjusts its size to fit a woman's, and a woman can control her sex to match a man's? And that's the ultimate pleasure?"

There were even techniques for stimulating a partner's erogenous zones.

"Only when you can make someone climax with a mere touch have you reached the true realm of yin-yang harmony. Ohh! Now this is something!"

I set the Plum Blossom Activity Art on the desk and stepped back. Then I bowed three times, knocking my forehead to the floor three times with each bow. The three bows and nine kowtows.

"So I've finally found someone in this world I can call Master."

"Obviously."

That was almost everything I had. I'd only been able to earn them because the oil wrestling with Han Jo-hyun and Choi Yeo-jin had been recognized as indirect intercourse. Of course, there'd been plenty of actual sex in between as well.

Though this ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠wasn't even the Absolute's power — it was the Eye of Truth doing it, and it still cost S-Points.

"It's like God wants me to have even more sex."

I pressed my finger to the hologram window.

Tick.

"Now that's what I call a jackpot."

I was now the direct-lineage sect leader of the Great Mount Hua Sect.