Shameless Teasing and a Fond Farewell
She was showering so casually. Not somewhere else—no, right in the annex where I was staying, stripping down completely without a care. Shwaaaah.Splash, splash. Sitting in the living room, I could hear the water sounds crystal clear. It was driving me nuts; I could barely hold back. Images of Serin showering kept flooding my mind.
"..."
That slender figure contrasted with her alluring... massive breasts and huge ass. Honestly, I was tempted to peek at the clothes she'd taken off, the urge to spy boiling up inside me. How the hell can she do this? You don't act like this in front of a guy!
Maybe Serin had some hidden slutty side she didn't even know about... You pervert! What the fuck are you thinking?! Gulp, gulp! I chugged the innocent green tea to drown out the filthy thoughts blooming in my head, then started circulating my energy to meditate.
Song-ssi. Yeah, Song-ssi would stay cool in a situation like this. He'd definitely keep his composure. I resolved to become a swordsman like Song-ssi. I couldn't let something like this shake me.
Creeeak. Just then, the shower ended, and I heard the door open.
"I'm done."
"Uh... okay."
I turned to see Serin in fresh clothes. Not the sizzling cheongsam from before, but something more modest—a silk robe like a woman's gown. The maid had brought it earlier. But with her hair still wet, it only amplified her sexiness. Fresh out of the shower, she radiated raw destructive power.
"Ho, impressive. You didn't touch my undergarments. You held back well."
She checked the basket of discarded clothes and praised me, but I wasn't thrilled at all.
"Stop doubting me...! I'm no pervert, and I wouldn't do that anyway!"
"Good boy."
Serin came over and patted my head as I sat there.
"I call you a pervert, but I know better than anyone you're not. Of course Geun-hyeop wouldn't touch my intimates. You didn't even peek while I showered."
"If I did that, I'd really cut off my own hand... Wait, Serin. Isn't this a bit much?"
"Hm? What do you mean?"
She sat across from me casually, tilting her head innocently. Time to lay it out straight.
"Well... how do I put this? There's a guy from outside here? Showering like it's nothing. And your current outfit is way too defenseless."
"Ho, you're worried about that?"
"With your beauty, how could I not?"
"Does it bother you?"
Bother me? No way.
"I'm not bothered at all?"
"Not bothered...?"
"Aren't we close friends? Lifesavers, even."
"True, but."
"You feel very close to me."
As she said that, Serin rested her ample breasts on the table. The fabric parted at the front, revealing a deep, endless cleavage. How huge are those tits...!
"...!"
Staring would just rack up more pervert points, so I snapped my gaze up—only to see Serin smirking seductively. Did she catch my glance?
"Hm? What's wrong?"
"Nothing... nothing at all."
"I see. Anyway, Geun-hyeop, didn't you perform the nine bows ritual for me? I'm practically your master now. What's there to be uncomfortable about?"
"Is that how it works?"
"Yes. As a friend, I just want to bond more deeply. You pervert."
Deeply bond my ass! More like that cleavage is on full display...!
"Ugh... I'm not a pervert, I tell you. I'm a man who knows his duty."
"Of course. Truth be told, you're my first real friend, so teasing you is just too fun."
"Fair enough."
In murim, a sega family was like nobility in a fantasy world. As the lady of such a house, she'd seen plenty of people but had few chances to make friends. That made sense. But this defenselessness—probably because she's a top-tier martial artist.
"Ah, the food's here. Come in."
"Yes, miss."
The maid opened the door and brought in the trays.
"My god."
A lavish spread, as expected. Side dishes to main course—perfect. And a whole seasoned fish? My jaw dropped.
"Dig in."
"Thanks for the meal!"
So I enjoyed a meal alone with Serin. Martial training and great food? What fortune! Forget falling off a cliff for a secret manual—go ahead, I'll chow down here.
"Ahh, stuffed. Great meal, Serin."
"You eat so heartily; it's a pleasure to watch. Now, a bit of time till nightfall. Got any fun stories?"
"Heh heh heh, so that's your goal."
"What else? If you don't want pervert jabs, spill the tales."
"Hold on."
Perfect. Let's do this. A story unheard in this Central Plains.
"Far away—no, it's from another world."
"Another world...? Like a hellish sub-dimension?"
"Nah. Anyway, another world's tale."
It was about a man with a truly grim past.
"Heard of the great hero Kaijian Toula of the Toula Family?"
"Kaijian Toula...?"
Looks like this story's gonna take a while.
After that, I stayed at the Namgung family, receiving martial arts instruction from Serin. Tough but fun times, and with her passionate guidance synergizing with my talent, I made satisfying progress.
But honestly, the hardest part wasn't the training—it was suppressing my lust. Every time Serin flashed her unaware slutty moves and bare skin, I thought I'd lose it.
"Hup!"
Circulating Cheong-han Sim-gong, I drew up my inner energy and unleashed Dae-ryu Geom-beop.
Shf! A powerful diagonal slash cleaved space; I twisted my wrist for a horizontal cut, then upward diagonal again, creating an endless flow. I couldn't ramp up power like Serin's demo, but my chain attacks linked precisely. Until my lungs burst.
"Haa!"
I stopped the strikes and caught my breath.
"No time for leisurely breathing in combat. Apply Un-ryu Sin-beop to every move. Use inner energy for efficient motion with fewer breaths. Again."
"Hah!"
I inhaled deeply, focusing on Un-ryu Sin-beop as instructed, and resumed Dae-ryu Geom-beop. Breathing—that tiny human habit—could decide life or death in battle. Martial artists minimize motion strain with inner energy for longer flows.
Shf! I swung till my lungs exploded again, collapsing to one knee only when I couldn't endure more.
"Excellent. Your sword form lasted longer than before."
"Haa, haa! But in real fights, doing this every time would be problematic."
"Naturally, create gaps to breathe and seize opportunities. Better yet, make breathing chances while defending—and target your foe's breaths."
"Martial arts are tough."
Just minding my own breath was overwhelming; now the enemy's too? And that's not all—read their sword style, footwork, gaze, muscle twitches. Hone that, become a master. Inner energy? Pills fix it. But 'control skill' comes from self-realization. Murim's hardcore PvP world.
"Still fun, right?"
"Insanely fun...!"
"Training with a beauty makes it more enjoyable. Normally, it's grueling."
"Heh heh, yeah, but also."
I sheathed Cheon-rae Sword.
"Learning stronger arts is pure joy for me."
"Heh, I can't judge your talent, but your willpower's exceptional."
"Right?"
Anyway, time to go. After such hospitality at Namgung Sega, I had to leave gracefully. The family head said stay as long as I want, but not forever.
"Thanks for the great lessons. Better than Baekgeom Martial Hall."
"Worlds apart from a local dojo."
Their lord was Peak realm, yet I'd bet he'd lose to Serin.
"Yeah. Anyway... time to head out."
Serin fell silent, then nodded.
"I see."
"Yeah. All this hospitality makes me feel awkward. Gotta bounce."
"Sigh. Personally, I'd love you to stay longer... but atmosphere matters."
"Worried someone'd nag you? 'Random guy hanging in the annex'?"
"Who'd dare say that to me?"
If I were Namgung staff, yeah. So I gotta go.
"Sad to see you leave."
"Me too."
We bonded over training, meals, chit-chat. Endured tons of pervert jabs, snuck lecherous glances, glimpsed bare skin—but as friends, it's fine.
"I'll see you off tomorrow morning."
"Thanks."
Last meeting? Hope not.
Next morning, I packed up.
"Whoa."
Loaded with goodies: neat martial robes, pricey Cheon-rae Sword, clothes. My pack was stuffed. Add the labyrinth reward money? Filthy rich. Time to upgrade my place back home. Those shoes I've eyed too.
Ah, but leaving luxury for reality hurts.
"What can ya do."
Warriors overcome hardship. My arts stronger—no fears.
"Farewell, sir."
"Take care."
Bade the maid goodbye and stepped out—Serin waited.
"Serin, hate saying bye; feels like crying."
"Such weak words. Let's go. I'll escort to the gate."
"Thanks!"
We walked together.
"Really leaving. But we'll meet again, right?"
"I believe so. Someday."
That's how meetings work.
"Yes. We will. This time, I realized my shortcomings."
"Shortcomings?"
"Fighting Ma Du-na-chal... yeah. Used to group battles. Alone, fear hit hard."
Ah.
"But you fought fiercely anyway."
"Just lashed out bigger to deny the fear. Embarrassing."
"Was that it."
"Yes. So after some tasks, I'll go on a training journey. Meet then."
"Ooh! Awesome for me!"
Reunion? Perfect!
"Here. My gift."
"This...!"
Serin offered a jade comb!
"A comb!"
"Noticed your hair's nice. Comb it well. Like this. Bend over."
"Gah!"
I bent; she combed my hair. A woman combing it— even Aunt never did.
Blushing, I stayed still; she tapped my back.
"See you next time."
"I'll miss ya, Serin!"
"Yes."
Sad parting, but comings and goings pair up. Leave like a man.
As I turned to go—
Whoosh!
"Ack?!"
Something tripped my foot; I lost balance! But why no fall?
Squish.
"Ah."
Something soft and ample enveloped my face. Instantly, I knew the situation—and the incoming line.
"Pervert."
Knew it.
"I tripped, tripped!"
"Sigh. How do you trip face-first into my breasts? Makes sense?"
"Something caught my foot...!"
Real talk!
"Nothing to catch! What's here? Or did I trip you? Perverted thinking. Next you'll strip me while 'falling'?"
Strip what?!
"Strip nothing! My hands aren't that bad!"
"Ho? Hands? Implying you'll grope inside after stripping? Shameless to the Murim's flower."
"I was wrong, Master!"
I bolted from Namgung Sega like a fugitive.
"See ya, Serin!"
"Yes."
Time to head home. Jae Mi-son and Song-ssi are waiting!