Cat Fight #4
Namgung Serin was in a foul mood.
...
Her heart had pounded wildly when she left her family home to reunite with Geun-hyeop. In truth, even broaching the subject of departing for training had been a saga of twists and turns. She'd never once imagined venturing out alone before, so this was essentially her first real outing—brimming with massive expectations.
And when she finally reunited with Geun-hyeop, the joy had exploded within her. The thought of traveling and training together filled her with such delight.
But then...
An unexpected interloper had appeared.
That infuriating Taoist from Maosan Sect—Geophwa Buyong, Wi Ha-young. A woman Serin had no desire to see, yet there she was, showing up alongside Geun-hyeop. How the hell had they even met? And they looked so close. Maybe even closer than she was to him.
What's more, Wi Ha-young was blatantly flirting with Geun-hyeop, pressing that obscene figure of hers against him and unleashing every seduction in the book.
Kuh.
It pissed her off.
To Namgung Serin, Geun-hyeop was her lifesaver, her close friend, and her disciple all in one. She had every right to claim his full attention, yet his mind was drifting toward Wi Ha-young.
...He's completely lost his senses.
And indeed, Geun-hyeop was utterly entranced right now. Just look at him—staring blatantly at Wi Ha-young's back as she climbed the mountain. He was pretending not to, acting casual, but Serin wasn't one to miss it. And with his face flushed like that, it was clear he was head over heels.
I can't tell if she's flaunting it on purpose or just oblivious, but watching this vixen seduce my disciple is making me furious.
Serin let out a sigh and glanced at Geun-hyeop. Even in this moment, Kim Geun-hyeop was ogling Wi Ha-young's ass like a fool in heat.
Hah. Falling for such cheap tricks. Fine, I get it—men lose their minds at the mere glimpse of a woman's curves.
Steel resolve hardening in her chest, Serin eyed her own clothes.
This martial robe won't do...
The outfit she wore now was the same modest style from their last labyrinth delve—zero skin showing. Nothing like Wi Ha-young's half-exposed getup.
I can't compete with that slut in this. Good thing I packed spares.
Serin had eagerly awaited this reunion with Geun-hyeop, drawing from their last private training session in the annex. She'd brought a variety of women's martial robes—including the provocative kinds favored by playful sword maidens. Maybe even more daring ones.
I'll slip away for a change at the first chance. Then Geun-hyeop won't be able to look away from me. Heh heh.
That's what Namgung Serin thought.
Right up until they reached the stream—and Wi Ha-young stripped first.
I could only gape, mouth hanging open.
Serin had just stripped right in front of me, flinging off her martial robe without a care.
Unlike Ha-young's skimpy number, Serin's robe was more conservative, so it took time to remove—giving me a front-row view of the whole process, layer by layer.
She untied the thick sash at her waist, and her top loosened. With a graceful motion of her arms, she shrugged it off.
And there it was—her bra exposed.
Next, she undid the side ties of her waist-high skirt-robe and let it slide away. Just like last time, a skimpy string panty came into view.
"..."
Her pristine white skin. Barely covered by those flimsy scraps of fabric.
Serin's voluptuous, alluring figure was on full display. The bra-like chest wrap cradled her massive breasts perfectly, while the string panty—little more than a tiny patch of cloth—hid the essentials but left her hips and ass completely bare.
"You lecher. Where are you looking?"
That icy glare!
"N-no, I mean—!"
"Lost in a daze at your master's underwear? You're such a pervert, Geun-hyeop."
"I didn't see anything!"
I slapped my hands over my face on instinct.
"Fufu, it's fine. As I said, we're swimming, so I had to undress. It's unavoidable, isn't it? No need to cover your face."
"But—!"
"Besides, I'm your friend before your master. Come on, now—you strip too. It'll feel great cooling off with a swim together."
With that, Serin approached me.
—Swoosh.
Her soft touch grazed my skin. My nerves went haywire, lust boiling up as tension skyrocketed. Her flawless white flesh filled my vision, and that sweet fragrance scrambled my brain.
Two women, down to their underwear in a flash. Even if they were my friend and master, this was insane!
"Hurry and strip. Are you defying your master's orders?"
"But if I do it now...!"
My dick was rock-hard! One peek and it'd be obvious!
"Your master stripped first—what's there to be shy about? It's just swimming. Why are you... Kyaa!"
—Splash!
A spray of water hit us.
"What the hell are you doing? If you're coming in, get in already!"
Ha-young had splashed us!
"Hah! You little brat! Geun-hyeop! Strip now!"
"Wait a sec!"
I resisted, but Serin ignored me and started helping with my clothes. I fumbled awkwardly to hide my erection while dropping my pants.
"Hmph!"
Serin dropped to her knees and yanked them down!
My raging hard-on sprang free...!
"Gasp!"
"...Ah."
With her on her knees like that, it painted a very misleading picture...
Serin froze for a moment.
"H-hmm. So that's why you hesitated to undress."
"Yeah... that's why..."
I couldn't even look up.
"I may not know much, but I know it's natural for men. No need to be embarrassed."
Serin tried to encourage me, but the shame was killing me.
"And I'm your master, after all. I won't make a fuss over something like this."
"Thanks... I'll just jump in the water."
"Of course."
Anything was better than standing here like this.
"Wheee!"
I dove straight into the stream.
—Splash!
This cool rush!
"Kahaha!"
"What took you so long? Ah, kyaa!"
—Splash!
Ha-young swam toward me just as Serin landed nearby, sending up a wave that went right in her mouth. She coughed cutely, hacking it up.
—Splash!
Serin emerged from the water, shaking out her long hair. If there was such a thing as a mermaid princess, this was it. I shoved the image of a black-haired one from my head.
"Whew. This feels wonderful. A cool stream like this refreshes the soul."
"Cough cough! What was that for? Why drop right next to me?!"
"You splashed us first, didn't you?"
"This is...!"
They were fighting already?
"Hmph! Fine, the bigger-hearted me forgives you!"
Right then, Ha-young smirked mockingly, grabbed her underboobs from both sides, and lifted—thrusting them up for emphasis.
"Eek!"
Her talisman-plastered chest bobbed above the surface... and the center of those talismans was protruding!
"W-what are you doing?! Hide it underwater right now!"
"Just showing off my generous spirit. Hey, cold? Want me to warm you up?"
"Warm me up?!"
As Ha-young closed in to smother me with those huge tits, Serin yanked me into her embrace, shielding me.
"Back off!"
My face ended up buried right in Serin's cleavage.
"Mmph!"
Can't... breathe...!
"Why are you acting so lewd?! Can't you see Geun-hyeop's in distress?!"
"Doesn't look like it to me. He loves this stuff."
"Oh? Is that so? Then as his master, I'll confirm it myself."
Confirm what?!
"Geun-hyeop. You really like this, don't you?"
"I-it's nice, but I can't breathe!"
"Oh dear, my mistake."
Serin released me.
"You two. Stop fighting and let's swim. Why do you bicker over everything?"
I felt like a tool caught between them. Sure, I'd reaped some benefits, but friends who fought side-by-side shouldn't turn on each other.
"Wasn't fighting."
"We weren't fighting. Yes. Shall we swim, then? Truth be told, swimming in a stream with close friends like this is a first for me—my heart's racing."
Serin's cheeks flushed faintly. So damn pretty.
"Serin. You know how to swim?"
"Not really."
"Guess I'll have to teach you."
"Really? Fufu, I'm looking forward to it."
Serin was my master, but that didn't mean I couldn't teach her something. I had decent swimming skills, after all.
"Kukuku, can't swim? Men's and women's bodies are different, y'know. I'll teach ya."
"Geun-hyeop already said he'd teach me."
"Watch!"
—Splash!
Ha-young started swimming. And...
"Whoa!"
With her violent curves, down to talismans and skin—she moved her arms and legs in freestyle, and I could only gawk in awe. Her huge tits jiggled wildly, firm thighs pumped, exposing that talisman-covered crotch.
"How's that? I'm pretty good, right?!"
Just swimming, yet so erotic. Oblivious Ha-young just circled me, showing off.
But I couldn't stare—Serin would call me a lecher again.
"How are you this good?! Anyway, Serin! I'll teach you how!"
"Uh, um. Yes, teach me."
I offered my hand; she took it.
"Okay, lift your feet and kick like Ha-young did."
"Like this?"
Serin kicked off, and I pulled her along, walking backward slowly.
"What? Wanted to swim together, but you're teaching her sword stuff instead? Lame."
"Heh heh, just get her the basics first, then we all swim. Masters pick it up quick anyway."
"You can let go now, right?"
Her form looked solid.
"Serin. I'll let go—try moving your arms?"
"Seems easy enough."
I released; she started freestyle.
—Splash!
"Ooh!"
Murim master, alright. No experience, but her body adapted instantly.
"You're a natural!"
"Easier than I thought. Geun-hyeop—catch me if you can?"
She sped up with a teasing challenge.
"You're on!"
I chased after. I'm no slouch at swimming. Freestyle, arms and legs pumping—I kept up.
But damn, she's fast! Can't catch her?
"Kyahahaha! What're you doing? Too slow! You suck at this!"
"No way, this can't be...!"
Ha-young overtook me mid-swim and pulled alongside Serin. I trailed their half-naked asses.
"Losing at swimming!"
And to Serin, who'd just learned...! Talent gap, huh?
"Kyaa!"
Serin suddenly screamed.
"Serin! What?!"
She'd stopped, floating in place.
"What's wrong?"
"Th-that is..."
"What?"
"My panties are floating away. Over there."
"Huh?"
She pointed.
"..."
Her white panties drifted downstream.
A beat of silence.
"I'll get 'em. Stay put."
"Wh-what do you mean, fetch them?! You lecher!"
"Gotta grab 'em, right?!"
I dove after them, swimming hard until I snatched the prize.
But...
"This thing..."
Tiny. Smaller than Ha-young's talismans? A true thong—just a triangle barely covering the front...
"Hey, what're you staring at?! Hurry up and bring it!"
"Uh, um."
Ha-young yelled from afar. Serin hung her head in shame.
"..."
Diving back now... I could probably peek underwater, right?