Martial Arts Training (3)

For several days after that, I trained alongside the two of them, working out and drilling martial arts into my body.

"Hmm. Strange. I was sure you'd pick it up in no time, Seonghun, but it's taking a little longer than I expected."

"Maybe it's all the lower-body work I've been doing lately?" I said, running a hand over the training shorts that barely covered more than a palm's worth of fabric.

Choi Yeo-jin was staring a hole straight through my ass. She didn't even bother hiding it anymore. She was well past caring whether I caught her looking.

Just a little more and she'd hit the Trust stage.

There it was. I'd been waiting for this.

I registered Taiyu Extreme Way without a second's hesitation.

Perfect.

Invest S-Points to raise Taiyu Extreme Way's proficiency.

A few days of sex with the institute staff had left me sitting on well over a thousand S-Points. I dumped a thousand of them into the skill and pushed Taiyu Extreme Way's proficiency to ten percent.

Ten percent proficiency was roughly a one-star level of achievement.

"Hmm. I'd say I've roughly hit one-star."

"What?"

Choi Yeo-jin's face twisted into a look of pure disbelief.

"A guy like you learned Taiyu Extreme Way to one-star in less than a month?"

"Yep."

"Oh, please. Don't mess with me."

"What, you wanna test it?"

Her expression twitched.

"What's that supposed to mean."

"If you don't believe me, put me to the test yourself."

"Hah. This isn't some two-bit spirit contract. Martial arts are built on bone-grinding effort."

"What, you fall asleep during the lessons?"

A vein jumped at her temple. Her eyes went sharp as blades.

"Fine. I'll hold back. You prove you're one-star."

"And if I win, what then?"

"Hmph! Like that'll ever happen!"

"Let's set stakes. Both of us."

"If you win, I'll do whatever you want."

"Deal. Same goes for me."

"Kh—!"

Her face went scarlet in an instant.

"Y-you mean that?"

"Yeah. You'll just make me do all those filthy things you've been imagining while you sneak peeks at my ass every day."

"I don't know what you're talking about!"

That was when Jo-hyun walked over and held out a protein shake.

"Thanks."

I heard Yeo-jin swallow. She was staring a hole through me as I drank, tracking every bob of my throat.

"All right. We settle this tomorrow."

"You're on!"

I set the shaker bottle down and started in on weighted squats.

Landing the match and then dropping into squats right in front of her jumped her affinity two whole ranks in a single shot.

Picked up a weird achievement, too.

I finished my set and reached for the protein shake.

"Huh? Where'd my shake go?"

"What? It was right here a second ago."

Jo-hyun and I searched for the shaker bottle, but it was nowhere to be found.

"Ah, well. We've got plenty of bottles and tumblers. It's fine."

I looked at Choi Yeo-jin.

"Hey. You seen my water bottle?"

"H-huh? I-I haven't seen it."

I pinned her with a look sharp enough to cut.

"You didn't take it, did you?"

"M-m-me? Why would I? Are you insane?"

"That so? You've got cum on your lips."

I said it while looking her dead in the face.

"You really thought I'd fall for that again?"

That was when Jo-hyun reached over and rubbed a finger along the corner of Yeo-jin's mouth. A thread of semen stretched from her lip like a strand of spider silk.

"It got on me while I was cleaning!"

"What, you clean with your mouth?"

"Ah, shit! Just you wait until tomorrow!"

Choi Yeo-jin stormed out of the gym.

"Hah. I wonder when she'll ever grow up," Jo-hyun murmured, watching her go.

"Jo-hyun. I actually found a strange martial art in the institute library."

"Oh? What kind?"

"It's called the Violet Sunset Activity Divine Art. I've got a bit of an unusual talent, so I poked around, and I think I can restore it."

"Restore it? Ah — yes, there are a lot of damaged divine arts in that collection. They keep them on the chance that someone from the other world might be able to reconstruct them."

"Right. And I think I might be one of those people."

"What? But you said your world didn't have martial arts or magic."

I leaned in close to her ear and dropped my voice to a whisper.

"Don't tell this to anyone."

"All right."

"The truth is, my authority…"

The Eye of Truth didn't react. Which meant it was safe to tell Jo-hyun about my ability.

Then again, our intimacy was already at One Heart Lv.2. I wasn't entirely sure where that rank sat on the scale, but crossing from level one to level two had dumped over a thousand S-Points into my lap, so it had to be extraordinarily high.

Of one heart and body. Something on that order, maybe.

"One of my authorities is the Eye of Truth."

"The Eye of Truth?"

"Yes. An authority ranked above the Sage's Eye."

"Hahk— what?"

"Shh. You really can't tell a soul. I saw it myself once — the Ten-Star Mage, Kim Do-jung, took one look at me and decided I'd make good research material. He only changed his mind after I shifted my aura to yellow."

"Kim Do-jung did that?"

"He did."

"Kim Do-jung, of all people…"

An ordinary person might have called me crazy. But her intimacy with me ran so deep that she only nodded.

"I believe you, Seonghun."

"Thank you."

"Between us, that's only natural."

Han Jo-hyun's face went pink.

"Anyway. The art I restored has effects equal to the Zixia Divine Art — or better."

"The Zixia Divine Art is a legendary technique that vanished when the old Mount Hua Sect fell!"

"Is that true?"

"It is. The Mount Hua Sect that was rebuilt doesn't have it."

"Then it sounds like we've got an enormous opportunity in our hands."

I took Jo-hyun's hand.

"I'll teach you the Violet Sunset Activity Divine Art."

"What? Me?"

"Yes. Do you not want to?"

"No. I do. I'd love to."

"The thing is, you can't learn this art alone. It takes a man and a woman together."

"I see. I'm the only one at the institute who can properly practice martial arts, so you'd need my help."

"Exactly. Learn it with me."

"Yes! I'll help you. I promise."

I taught her the restored verses of the Violet Sunset Activity Divine Art.

"This really is an extraordinary technique."

"It is. But it can only be practiced with a man present."

I took her hand and led her into the inflatable pool.

"First, the man and woman have to be naked."

Jo-hyun and I stripped out of our training clothes.

"Now — like this. Hands on each other's dantians."

Skin met skin.

"Then we kiss, and share each other's energy."

"Haa…"

A soft, wet press of lips. Then another. And another.

I closed a hand around Jo-hyun's breast and squeezed.

"Nnh—!"

The moment my cock stiffened, Jo-hyun took it into her mouth. I buried my face between her legs and sucked at her pussy, cycling energy between us.

"Nnhh—!"

A sudden gush. Jo-hyun circulated the yin and ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠yang energies through her body and squirted, and I drank it down to keep the current flowing.

"Haahng! Haaah—!"

"Focus!"

"Haaaang—!"

"Nnh—!"

I came in her mouth before I could stop myself.

"This scent… plum blossoms."

"That's right. It's the Zixia Divine Art."

I lined myself up and pushed into Jo-hyun's pussy.

A wet, tight slide.

"Aaaah—!"

"Nnhh—!"

Pleasure slammed through my skull hard enough to make the world tilt. This was the Pleasure Art — and the power in it was staggering. The old claim that a master could finish someone off with a glance alone suddenly didn't sound like a boast.

"Haaaaaah—!"

"Nnnnh—!"

Jo-hyun and I swam through a current of overwhelming pleasure, hips driving in a relentless piston rhythm.

A snap — something in my head seemed to break open.

I kept rolling my hips, burying myself to the hilt again and again.

"I'm cumming!"

"I-I am too—!"

"Nngh—!"

"Haaaaang—!"

I slammed my hips like a man possessed. My semen overflowed from Jo-hyun's pussy, and her eyes had rolled back in raw pleasure. Our mouths found each other and stayed there, devouring, unwilling to let go.

"What the hell are you doing?"

A voice cut in from the side.

"Don't tell me you've been at this in here since yesterday?"

Choi Yeo-jin stood with her hands on her hips, face twisted in a scowl.

"Oh my god. Is this all semen?"

I heard her swallow. Hard.

"Hah. You haven't forgotten what day it is, have you?"

I was still rolling my hips, still buried in Jo-hyun.

"I know exactly what day it is."

"Haaaaaah—!"

I drove in one last time and emptied myself into Jo-hyun's pussy.

"Incredible. Inner energy like this in a single night — and it's extraordinarily pure."

We'd had sex until dawn, and neither of us was tired in the slightest. I checked my status window. My mana had gone up by a full ten points. Calling this a divine art was no exaggeration.

"I'll clean that up for you."

Jo-hyun sealed her lips around me and sucked every last ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠drop of semen from my urethra.

"Ugh! Today's the day of the match, and you've gone and filthy the whole arena!"

"Then clean it up!"

"Forget it!"

"What?"

"There's no way we're getting all this cleaned in time. J-just leave it. We'll go as is."

Choi Yeo-jin's face was burning.

"That so?"

"We're going to shower after training anyway. Whatever. Sniff, sniff — wait. Do you smell flowers?"

That was the plum-blossom scent coming off my semen.

"It's coming from my cum."

"Don't be disgusting! I know what your semen smells like, and it does not—"

"Hmm. So you've been savoring the smell of my cum that thoroughly?"

"W-what are you talking about!"

"Let's just settle this."

"Fine. Heh heh heh. If I win, you're my slave."

"Excuse me?"

Look at this girl. She was trying to pull a scam with a one-time Command Right.

"All right. Then if you lose, you're mine."

"What?"

Somehow, she looked even happier.

"You mean that?"

"I mean it. No holding back."

"Tch—! Fine! A match is a match!"

I stood up. My cock swung heavy between my legs.

"Where are my training clothes?"

I searched the entire rim of the pool. Nothing.

"Hey. Did you take my uniform?"

"W-what? I don't know anything about that."

When I used the Ideal Type Mirror, it was obvious Choi Yeo-jin wasn't making any open show of affection — she was just committing one perverted act after another. I could only imagine what she planned to do with everything of mine she'd been stealing.

"Hah. Fine. Let's just get this spar over with."

"Fine by me."

Choi Yeo-jin and I faced each other across the pool, the air thick with the scent of plum blossoms. Jo-hyun stood between us as referee, her enormous breasts swaying with every shift of her weight.

"All right. Yeo-jin, he's a beginner, so you need to pull your punches. As long as Seonghun can demonstrate that he's reached one-star in Taiyu Extreme Way, the match is his."

"Yes!"

A night of nonstop sex had stacked S-Points on me like crazy. Flower-scented semen and a handful of other bizarre hidden achievements had pushed me well past another thousand.

Invest every remaining S-Point into Taiyu Extreme Way.

Heh. More than enough.

"Begin!"

I exploded forward, closing the distance in a burst of steps.

"Wait!"

Choi Yeo-jin's voice cracked across the pool.

"What?"

"I'll face you properly."

She started taking off her clothes.

Taiyu Extreme Way, at its core, was a martial art practiced naked whenever a secret technique was being transmitted or when disciples faced each other in a serious bout — so that ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠every use of the body and every application of the art could be laid bare. Naturally, only fully recognized formal disciples of the main sect trained that way.

"Does this mean you acknowledge me?"

"Tch. Your form is a lot better than yesterday, I'll give you that. But martial arts aren't something you just pop and learn in a few days."

I looked her over.

Flat-chested, but built like a model — a long, lean, slender frame. Mixed blood, maybe. She was skinny in that foreign-editorial way rather than a Korean one, with a distinctly youthful look about her. Those freckles especially could have come straight off a Western magazine cover. Slightly bleached hair, freckled tanned skin. Tomboy through and through.

If only her chest were bigger, she'd have been just right.

My eyes dropped to the cleft between her legs.

"W-what are you looking at!"

"Well. Still a woman, I see."

"O-of course I am!"

She was naturally hairless down there — a smooth, bare pussy from birth. A slick sheen of oil ran down the six-pack of her abs and all the way to Choi Yeo-jin's pussy.

"Stop staring a hole through it!"

"Flat chest."

"What! I told you not to make fun of my chest!"

"Cliff."

"You— you—!"

I kicked off the floor of the pool and launched myself at her.

My hand closed around her leg. Choi Yeo-jin shifted her weight and shot her lower body forward to keep her balance—

I flicked my tongue out and licked her clit.

"Hiek—!"