Serin's Seductive Tease
"Hehehe, just as expected."
Namgung Serin smirked faintly as she watched Kim Geun-hyeop, who still couldn't pull himself together.
'He's falling for it hook, line, and sinker.'
It was exactly as her mother had described. Men, her mother had said, had nothing but filthy thoughts in their heads. That was why even a glimpse of a female warrior's privates was enough to send a male martial artist into a daze. Honestly, Serin had never even dreamed of flashing her privates to some random man, let alone actually doing it—it filled her with deep shame. But in practice? The effect was phenomenal.
'And if you add physical contact, the effect is even stronger—or so Mother said. She was right, not a word off.'
Who knew it'd work this well? Just a quick flash of her privates combined with some body contact, and Geun-hyeop was completely out of it. Watching him like this sent a profound sense of satisfaction bubbling up from her dantian.
Serin knew full well she was beautiful enough to be called one of the Murim's Four Beauties. It was the legacy of her mother's stunning looks, once hailed as the flower of the martial world.
'Naturally, I'm the finest flower of them all.'
She'd never admit it to that insolent Mosanpa Taoist with her scrawny frame and fat tits, or the other two, but Serin firmly believed she was the top of the Four Beauties.
Of course, she'd always lived surrounded by praise, so it never really hit home. Compliments on her beauty had become so routine they lost their spark.
But look at this. The dashing hero who'd saved her was utterly smitten. This brave man couldn't even think straight.
'His flustered denial is just adorable.'
He kept insisting "no," but Serin wasn't blind to the way his scorching gaze locked onto her body. And yet, he held the line—that showed his upright character.
'A bit pathetic at times, but overall, a man of integrity. Chivalrous, you might say. Great talker, too. And polite.'
As one of the Four Beauties, she'd unintentionally enchanted countless men over the years. Not a single junior disciple had escaped her allure. But Serin had never cared. Confessions and affections? She'd brushed them off indifferently, rejecting them with bare-minimum courtesy.
But now, her heart was stirring. It wasn't just gratitude for saving her life. Their short time together had been genuinely fun. A woman's emotions had naturally awakened.
'This is quite enjoyable.'
Teasing Geun-hyeop with her beauty made her feel like a seductive enchantress of legend—thrilling beyond words. His reactions were so perfect, she couldn't stop.
Did Mother feel this way when she bewitched men?
'When a woman owes a life debt, repaying it with her body is only natural. I'll look after you more as a friend from now on.'
A warm breeze tickled Serin's chest. Maybe it was her imagination, but her lower belly felt oddly hot.
'Ahh... but this outfit is so embarrassing. My butt nearly shows with every move. And these privates? Zero coverage. Plus, my breasts are squeezed so tight they jiggle vulgarly with every step. Sigh. But it works, so I'll endure.'
Serin glanced at Geun-hyeop, who was sneaking peeks at her. Normally, such lecherous stares would disgust her, but she could forgive this man.
'He's a pervert, what can you do? I'll just have to understand.'
Pretending to turn, she artfully flicked her hips, making the hem of her qipao flutter. Her shameful privates flashed briefly. Naturally, Geun-hyeop's eyes glued right there.
'Oh my. Staring at that spot again? The effect's almost too good. I could turn this into a martial technique. Something like... hmm. Fairy's Hidden Reveal? Perfect.'
She'd deploy Fairy's Hidden Reveal on him often from now on, just to tease.
* * *
The martial arts lesson was over. We barely did anything, but I'm exhausted. Constantly cycling inner energy left my whole body tingling. It's a different kind of ache from sore muscles after weights—like soul-deep fatigue.
"..."
But the real killer was suppressing my lust.
Training alone with a beauty in slutty clothes, constant skinship, and her calling me a pervert nonstop? Plus, that outfit fluttering, flashing her privates now and then? I was losing my goddamn mind.
This is torture...!
"Good work. Pervert—no, lecher. No, Geun-hyeop."
"How many times are you gonna mess up my name?!"
"Then focus properly next time."
"That outfit made it impossible...!"
"Hah? Now you're blaming my clothes? How can you be so shameless."
I didn't mean it like that! Why does it always twist this way?!
"Criticizing a woman's attire is bad enough, but true dedication to martial arts ignores external distractions. I'm a Peak expert saying this—engrave it on your heart. Right?"
"You're right, Master. No arguments there. If I find one, I'll let you know."
"That last bit's a tad arrogant. Still, if you learned something, good."
Serin smiled softly as she said it.
"Oh. But Serin."
"Hm?"
"You sure it's okay teaching me like this?"
"What do you mean? I said it was fine last time."
"No, not that."
Something was bugging me.
"Someone at your level must be busy with your own training, right? Wasting time on a third-rate scrub like me feels like a huge loss."
"Sigh. Is that what you meant?"
Serin sighed.
"It's fine. A life debt demands repayment in full, doesn't it?"
"W-what?!"
Repay with her body...?!
"Of course. You saved my life—my training can wait. That's how I see it."
"If you put it that way, I'm grateful..."
But she kept saying "body," and dirty thoughts flooded in. Like her sneaking into my room at night. Pervert points stacking up. I'm not Geun-hyeop anymore—I'm Lecher-hyeop.
Shoo.
I scattered the thoughts fast.
"Oh, right. Serin. Did you notice anything weird while I trained?"
"Hm? Like what?"
"Something's been nagging me. When I stabbed that demon."
My focus exploded, like I transcended my realm for a split second.
But that's not all. As I thrust, purple sparks flew from my sword. Swords don't do that on their own. It had to be inner power.
So that purple energy? My neigong depleting and bursting out.
"Purple energy from my sword. Know what it was?"
"Purple...? You really saw that?"
"Yeah. Inner power bursting through the blade?"
"Yes. That's the only explanation—neigong manifesting through the sword."
Neigong through the sword?!
"Sword Aura?!"
"Not even Peak yet, and you think Sword Aura? Please."
"Not it?!"
Energy from the sword is Sword Aura!
"Sigh. Sword Aura is this."
Serin sighed, raised her sword—
Tzzt!
—and blue Sword Aura coated it. Pristine, razor-sharp—a work of art.
"Can you do this? Hm?"
"No, but..."
"Then it's not Sword Aura. At best, unrefined proto-Sword Aura."
Unrefined, huh.
"Still odd. At your level, even that means martial talent."
"Talent?!"
"Maybe built-up neigong made it possible. Purple color, though? No clue. Could be yodan influence."
Yodan.
"Ah."
I remembered. Stabbing the demon—purple sparks, and a demonic energy vibe.
"..."
Maybe imagination. Or just proximity to the demon. The physician said my neigong was fine anyway. Guess I'll figure it out training solo.
"Can you show me now?"
"Now?"
"Hah? Why not? After peeking at my privates nonstop."
"How's that relevant...!"
I'm trying to forget, but you keep bringing it up!
Already weird from morning wood...
"Fine! I'll try!"
Let's go.
Grab.
I gripped my Thunderclap Sword, posed. Circled neigong to the blade—nothing but sweat.
"Not working?"
"Exhausted, maybe..."
"Or your lecherous brain's full of dirty thoughts? Keep it up, no more peeks."
Serin flashed a cheeky grin, teasing!
"I never asked to see! It just won't—worked then, but now...!"
"I know the feeling. Rest up, try later. I'll teach you awhile anyway—plenty of chances."
"Okay."
"O, what?"
"Nothing. Time to rest."
"Yes. I'll have a servant bring food."
Even meals? Too grateful.
But.
"Hm?"
Heading into the annex together?
"Not leaving?"
"Hm? Didn't I say food?"
"We eating together?"
"Hah? Can't I eat in my own home?"
True.
"Then I'll wash up quick. Don't peek. Be good. Touch my panties and you're dead."
"What?!?!"