Initiation into Mount Hua (3)

A sharp crack split the air.

Ha Bo-yeon's strike died the instant it met my hand. She crumpled to the floor with a choked grunt.

"There. That settles it. All of you—strip."

The last of them had fallen. The women, already bare-chested, peeled off every last scrap of underwear.

Pale slits, tight innies, thick dark bushes, flushed pink folds, Amazonian mounds… a feast of every variety imaginable.

Cloth whispered to the ground as I stripped right along with them.

"Cheongsong! You won!"

"My fellow disciples are taking their clothes off. You think I'm just going to stand here dressed?"

"Whoa…"

The sight of my heavy cock stole the words from their mouths. A slow, glistening trickle ran down more than one pair of thighs as thick, clear nectar welled between their legs.

"All right. Back to training."

"Right."

I drifted to the rear of the formation and simply watched. Legs spread, swords cutting the air—the view from behind was exquisite.

Taut, lifted asses and virgin pussies. Not a bad afternoon.

I stood ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠there fully hard, drinking in the line of their backs. A few of the women couldn't take it. They twisted around, met my eyes, then snapped their faces forward again in a flush of shame—and promptly let another fat bead of sticky juice slip down their inner thighs.

"What in the world is going on here?!"

An elder strode onto the training grounds and bellowed at the top of her lungs.

"Well…"

Hwa Mu-rin, the Sect Leader's daughter, stepped forward and laid out everything that had happened. The elder let out a long, helpless laugh. Even she had never seen anything like this, and she clearly had no idea what to do with it.

"Sacred training grounds are no place for this, no matter the circumstances."

"Yes, Elder."

"Do your training in the water today instead. The pressure will make every movement a struggle. It should still serve you well."

"Yes, Elder."

We filed down to Mount Hua's great stream. Fifty women hit the deep water together with a thunderous series of splashes.

"It's cold!"

"Underwater training—now."

At the group leader's command we drew a breath and dove. Seven meters down, the streambed was studded with training implements fixed fast to the rock. Disciples seized bladeless iron swords chained to the bottom and began to cut.

The Eye of Truth parsed the martial art in a heartbeat, and the power of the Absolute spoke.

I'd burned every last S-Point before stepping into this world. Fortunately, a few rounds with Mama—no, with Hwa Jeok-gyeol—had topped the well back up.

Learn the Twenty-Four Forms Plum Blossom Sword Art.

I set to work on a submerged wooden dummy, driving the Plum Blossom forms through the heavy water. A hand closed around my wrist.

Ha Bo-yeon. She wagged a finger—not like that—then slid in behind me the way a golf pro locks a student's stance, wrapping her arms around mine and taking hold of the sword with me. Her pubic hair drifted in the current and brushed my ass. A stream of bubbles leaked from her lips. She guided the blade through the form, and I let her have my body.

The speed was staggering. When we finished, she flashed me a thumbs-up, the underwater equivalent of a proud little well done.

I leaned in, kissed her on the cheek, and gave her a thumbs-up right back.

She startled so hard she dumped the air from her lungs and shot for the surface.

That, apparently, was all the invitation the others needed. Female disciples began drifting in from every side, slow and sly as hunting fish.

Woman after woman wrapped herself around me and swung the sword in time with my arms. All fifty of them were competing for a piece of me, studying every line of my body while they shepherded the forms. My fundamentals had been trash, which meant they improved at a ridiculous clip. I wanted to ask whether any of them planned to do their own damn training, but talking underwater was not an option.

Unbelievable. Every last disciple in the stream was circling me. A girl who had just walked me through a form drifted in close and offered her cheek.

Cute. She wants a kiss of her own, does she?

I reached down and stroked her pussy instead. She jolted, blew out a storm of bubbles, and bolted for the air. I was about ready to breathe myself.

"Pwah!"

I broke the surface, and a tide of women broke it with me, gasping.

"Cheongsong! I'll teach you the sword forms!"

"Me too! Let me show you!"

I looked around. There was nothing in any direction but wet, flushed women.

Then a soft, sucking heat closed over my cock. Someone down below had taken me into her mouth.

"What's going on?"

"Nothing. It's nothing."

I gave my hips a lazy roll.

This is the day I walked onto Boyle University all over again. A place packed wall to wall with women in their prime.

The mouth on me grew greedier, wetter, louder.

"Nnh—!"

"Cheongsong? Are you hurt?"

"I-I'm fine!"

A thick pulse ran through me.

"Huh? Someone's got Cheongsong by the waist."

"Wait—Ha Bo-yeon? Bo-yeon's down there sucking Cheongsong's cock."

"That's not fair!"

They swarmed. Mouths found me from every angle, licking and sucking whatever they could reach.

"Mmh♡"

"Ahhh-hhh♡"

The smell of them is going to short out my brain.

I let instinct take the wheel and rolled my hips. I couldn't have named whose pussy I sank into if my life depended on it. The cold current washed over us as I buried myself in a fellow disciple and took what I wanted.

"Nnh♡ Haaaa♡"

"I'm cumming!"

"Yes!"

I poured into her, pulse after heavy pulse.

"Wow. So this is semen?"

"I've never seen it before."

"Cheongsong, do me too. I taught you the sword, didn't I?"

"I'll teach you next. Please."

I turned, found another disciple, and pushed into her. I still had no idea whose body I was inside. I just drove my hips and worked.

"Haaang♡ Nnh♡"

"Cheongsong!"

One of them flipped in the water, diving so that her lower half broke the surface. A pale, milk-white pussy, rinsed clean by the stream, waited for my tongue.

I sucked her clit, then pushed my tongue straight into her entrance. She shuddered hard, pleasure wracking through her, and hooked both legs over my shoulders. Off to my right, another disciple was already in position, breast offered up for my mouth whenever I wanted it.

"Nnh! Nnh! I'm cumming!"

I spent myself again.

"Do me too!"

"Cheongsong!"

That day, I spent from dawn to dusk buried in female disciples, and I never once came up for long.

A bright moon hung over the mountain. I cut the Plum Blossom forms through the empty air, every ounce of focus poured into the blade.

I have to save Su-gyeong noona.

Ryu Su-gyeong was in the grip of an Absolute from another world—a bastard named Pontus. The Eye of Truth had given me an astronomically slim chance of pulling her out.

A Mount Hua that had already fallen. If I could save it here, inside her mind, she would find her way back.

My blade carved a line through the moonlight.

Save the entire sect in the body of a low-rank disciple? How, exactly?

Now I understood why the odds were so miserable.

Everything I have is optimized for bringing women to their knees. Fine. At least I've got one weapon I can trust. Seduce the head of the sect?

Could I really win the Sect Leader over thoroughly enough to turn her into an asset? And in how many years, exactly? Still. It was worth trying. Or maybe I needed to spend S-Points and manufacture something from nothing.

An opening. I needed to find an opening.

The more the problem chewed at me, the harder the sword tore through the night air.

"Cheongsong! Come inside. It's time to sleep."

"Yes, Mama."

I followed Hwa Jeok-gyeol into the building. These days I no longer used ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠my own quarters; I stayed in the Sect Leader's residence. I walked into her room as if I belonged there. She was wearing nothing but a single layer of gorgeous silk.

"Come here."

"Yes, Mama."

I lay down on the bed and settled into her arms. She drew a breast from the gap in her robe and guided it to my mouth. I latched on.

"Easy, child. Drink slowly."

"Yes, Mama."

"Nnh♡"

Her soft hand slipped into my ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠trousers.

"Does that feel good?"

"It tastes wonderful, Mama."

I sucked her nipple. Every so often a thread of milk welled up, and it was impossibly sweet.

"Nnh—Mama! I'm going to cum!"

"Are you?"

Mama ducked her head, caught my trousers in her teeth, and stripped them down. Then she took my cock into her mouth.

"Mama♡"

"Mmph♡"

I throbbed hard and spent myself down her throat. She swallowed, once, twice, without missing a drop.

"Does Mama like the taste too?"

"I do. Cheongsong's is so rich and fine."

I kept nursing at her breast, and with her mouth still warm around me, I drifted off to sleep.

"Su-gyeong."

"Yes."

Hwa Jeok-gyeol had summoned Ryu Su-gyeong, and Su-gyeong already knew what was coming.

"The council has reached its decision. You will take the young disciples and the elder masters and go to the Wulin Alliance."

"Sect Leader!"

The future of the Mount Hua Sect had been decided. Rumors that Black Jade Valley would strike Shaanxi were already racing across the Central Plains. Mount Hua's holdings had plunged overnight into worthless scrap. They had to liquidate what they could and start over somewhere new before it was too late—and those who stayed behind would meet the enemy on the mountain with grim resolve.

"I want to fight!"

"If you die, Mount Hua's future dies with you. The Third Elder will go at your side. With her, you will have more than enough to rebuild."

"Sect Leader!"

"Disposing of the assets will take time. You depart in ten days. The moment the enemy sees us packing, they will hasten their march."

Young Ryu Su-gyeong bowed her head and swallowed a sound of raw fury.

"I will not accept this!"

Su-gyeong stormed out of the hall in a blaze of anger. But she had no real choice, and both she and ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠the Sect Leader knew it.

"Still so young. All that hot blood."

Seething, Su-gyeong made for the training grounds. She was a breath from drawing her sword when a pair of voices drifted to her from somewhere nearby. She slipped down a deserted path and found two people sharing a tryst among the trees.

"What have you been doing with Mom lately?"

"What?"

Hwa Mu-rin had me pinned with the question.

"What do you two do? You're always in there having fun together."

"Fun?"

"Do it with me too."

"What?"

"Do it with me too."

This girl had not received a single hour of sexual education in her life. She was the one-in-a-thousand kind of innocent. Then again, she was the Sect Leader's daughter—getting close to anyone was hard, and I was about the only person she ever opened up to. Everyone else who came near me had an agenda written across their face. Mu-rin looked at me the way a kid looks when she wants you to come play marbles.

Without a word of warning, she dropped her skirt. Underneath was a tight, clenched little slit. She eased it open with her fingers, and a thread of clear, sticky fluid stretched between the lips like a strand of spider silk.

"Every time I look at you, this place gets all itchy."

"Does it? Want me to scratch that itch?"

Ryu Su-gyeong swallowed. True to her forest blood, she erased every trace of her presence and watched the two of them from the canopy above.