Master's Intimate Guidance #2
"How long has it been since you performed the apprenticeship ritual, and you're already sneaking peeks at your master's rear? It seems you need some etiquette training."
"No, it was the wind! The wind blew, I couldn't help it!"
"Haa. What a lame excuse. Ogling your master's ass and privates, then blaming the wind."
It's true!
"Well, I'll let it slide just this once."
"Thank you, Master!"
It was her fault for wearing something like that in the first place. If a little breeze makes it flap open that much, the outfit's the problem...!
But there's no way I could say that out loud.
"Very well. Today, I'll teach you three martial arts in total, so follow along carefully."
"Three of them?!"
"First up is the Dae-ryu Geom-beop."
Dae-ryu Geom-beop?
"Great Flow?"
"Exactly. Let me recite the incantation for you."
Serin rattled it off right away, but honestly, I didn't get most of it—just something about a grand flow. In essence, it's a powerful sword art that makes big motions flow naturally to boost speed and power...
This is seriously tough.
"This is a sword art far stronger than the Samjae Sword Technique. No, they're not even comparable. The Samjae is low-grade among sword arts."
"I'll ditch the Samjae Sword Technique right now!"
"No need to discard it. Next is the Cheong-han Sim-gong. And finally, the Un-ryu Sin-beop."
The Cheong-han Sim-gong is an inner art that feels like spreading blue wings—its mysteries were so profound I couldn't understand a word of the incantation. But I got the Un-ryu Sin-beop. It's called that because you move like flowing clouds. Another solid lightness skill, apparently.
"Kuhaha! I'm so fucking happy, Master! Learning high-level arts like these!"
"I'll teach you while you're staying here. As I said, I must repay the life-saving grace."
"I'll train hard, Serin!"
"Good attitude. Now, watch the Dae-ryu Geom-beop demonstration."
"Yes!"
Serin assumed her stance.
Shwaaak!
She unleashed her sword in a flawless display of the Dae-ryu Geom-beop.
"Whoa...!"
It was the very picture of a 'great flow.' Serin filled the space with massive, powerful strikes that never broke rhythm, turning into a natural torrent that grew fiercer by the second.
"Fuu."
Serin exhaled as she finished.
"What do you think?"
"Amazing! That power...! And it looked like it kept getting stronger!"
"Spot on. You have sharp eyes. A flow grows as it continues. But that's because my inner energy is profound."
"Ah."
So the power scales with your inner energy reserves. Classic wuxia.
"Now, I'll show the forms—mimic them."
"Yes!"
Shwaaak!
Serin swung, and I followed suit.
"Hmm. You can tell you haven't trained much. But that's fine. With your built-up inner energy, it'll be easier to pick up. You'll master it quickly. Next."
"Yes!"
I focused hard, copying her forms.
"Your stance is off."
Then shit got awkward.
"Like this."
My master—in her ridiculously flimsy outfit, exuding a soft fragrance—started touching me. My arms, legs, waist, correcting my posture hands-on.
Every brush of Serin's soft hands sent shivers down my spine. Having a beauty like this groping me was embarrassing as hell, wrecking my focus.
"Hah!"
But my hunger for martial arts was real. Ditching trash like the Samjae for top-tier stuff? No slacking allowed. I gritted my teeth and absorbed her guidance.
"You can't master it in one go. That's enough for now."
But her review sucked...
"Come on, Serin, was my form that bad...?"
"No need for words—it's obvious."
No.
"Your sword has killing intent, but the basics are lacking."
Her cold gaze pierced me.
"It's because you've barely trained and gained enlightenment through combat. Right?"
"Nailed it. That's my style."
Yeah, thinking about it...
"Next, the Cheong-han Sim-gong. Worlds apart from your Yuan Qi Heart Method. Your reserves make entry easy. Stand and circulate your energy."
"Standing?"
"Yes. It's mainly for standing or walking."
"Whoa! Walking while cultivating? You can train on the march!"
"Haa."
She sighed at my awe.
"Don't even dream of it yet. Marching cultivation is for masters."
"Got it."
"It takes grueling practice. Focus on standing."
"Understood, Master."
I stood and circulated.
"..."
Damn, this is hard. Way harder standing than sitting cross-legged. Totally new sensation—but probably more effective. Unfamiliar, but I pulled from my lower dantian, spreading energy through my meridians. I felt it sweep my body slowly.
"Hmm... Your lower dantian control is off."
"Huh? I'm doing it."
"You're not utilizing it properly. How to teach this... Use more energy."
"Like this...?"
I imagined drawing more from my dantian, but it only went so far.
"I see your level now."
"Pardon?"
"Watch me first—feel it."
"Feel it? How?"
"Like this."
Whoosh.
Serin grabbed my wrist, pressing my hand to her lower abdomen.
"Gasp!"
"Feel quietly."
She circulated her energy... Wait. Am I touching Serin's lower belly right now?
This felt wrong. Sure, she was letting me feel for teaching purposes, but fuck that—my mind blanked on her soft skin. No focus, just horniness. I had to fight it off. Move my hand a bit lower and it'd be disaster—that's her... woman's spot. One flick of that thin fabric and bare pussy—
"Hmm."
"Ah."
Serin opened her eyes, staring blankly.
"I offer my body for instruction, and you're having filthy thoughts."
"N-no, that's not—!"
"You're a total pervert."
Her eyes chilled...
"It's not like that!"
"Haa. My first chosen friend is such a lech. You should pick friends carefully."
"Aigoo, Master! Hear me out!"
Okay, I did have dirty thoughts touching Namgung Serin's belly! But it was sudden—I panicked!
"No excuses."
"Damn it!"
"Well, you're my chosen friend, so I'll tolerate the perversion. Now focus, you lecher?"
"Lecher?!"
I'm gonna lose it from the injustice!
"Now, stance up again. Touching you directly isn't working, so I'll correct hands-on."
How the hell...!
"Hurry. Stand."
"Yes!"
Her icy tone snapped me to attention—like my aunt.
"Fuu!"
I breathed deeply, circulating while standing. Then—
Squeeze.
Serin hugged me from behind...!
"Heok!"
What the— is this seduction?!
Squeeze squeeze.
Her tits pressed into my back, spreading soft. Even a grinding feel. And her slender hands stroked my lower belly like licking it. No focus—just suppressing raging lust.
"Haa? What are you doing? No lower dantian circulation. Your qi is weirdly pooling in your crotch."
"Master! Wait!"
"Wait for what? Hmm? Oh. Dirty thoughts again?"
"No!"
Cold whisper in my ear.
"What do you mean no, you perv? Always filthy-minded. At your master, no less."
"I'm not a perv! You're the one groping!"
"Friends tease. You perv."
"Argh!"
I'm gonna turn into one for real!
"This isn't teasing. I'm feeling your dantian directly—focus on yourself, not me."
True. Tits on back? Natural size. Hands on belly? Dantian spot. She's teaching earnestly; I'm the one perving out.
"I'll do it!"
Forcibly shoving down the lust, I focused on circulation. Progress came—awareness sank, energy flowed naturally.
"Finally moving... Good. Like that. Draw deeper—no, wavering. Lower dantian isn't physical—mental. Good. You're doing well. Good boy, following instructions. No dirty thoughts? Praise for that."
Her soft whisper in my ear. This is martial training? More like Buddha under the Bodhi tree shrugging off Mara Papiyas's seductive demons for enlightenment. That's the essence.
"Enough Cheong-han Sim-gong for now."
"Kaa...!"
"How's it feel?"
"Way better! Clearer than Yuan Qi circulation!"
I felt it—total refreshment despite imperfect focus.
"Exactly. Yuan Qi can't handle your reserves. Level up the Cheong-han fast."
"Yes, Master!"
Last: lightness skill.
"Now Un-ryu Sin-beop. Efficient energy use for speed and stamina. Essential for murim folk—run longer, fight longer."
Right. Lightness is the pillar. Energy's useless without it. Burns qi for speed/stamina—proper usage.
"Gather your energy. We'll practice pacing it while running. I'll run beside you—go."
Beauty trainer glued to my side for one-on-one? Only an idiot fails this.
"Here I go! Serin!"
"On your mark."
We ran side-by-side.
"Breathe naturally. Lightness is body instinct, not brain."
"Yes!"
Minding that, I kept moving. But...
"..."
Namgung Serin runs like a beast. Peak lightness skill? Or those long legs. Look at those firm white thighs. Legs like that could circle the globe.
"Eyes up. Staring at my thighs won't help."
"Heok!"
"Or waiting for wind to flash my pussy again?"
"W-what pussy talk...!"
She's too provocative!
"Haa. Should be pondering martial arts, but imagining my privates? True pervert. Lecher."
"I wasn't!"
"How bad do you want to see my pussy? At your master? Get a grip. I won't show it, no matter what."
"I said no!!!"
I'm seriously gonna turn perv at this rate!