Two Beauties' Nighttime Temptation
The moment Namgung Serin slipped into the room, my heart pounded like it was about to burst. I'd spent enough time with her to know exactly what she was up to—all those little touches, the constant seduction. She wanted me that badly. Had she finally reached her limit and couldn't hold back anymore? Or was it because Wi Ha-young had been flirting so shamelessly that Serin figured she couldn't afford to take it slow?
Whatever the reason, a woman sneaking into a man's quarters alone in the dead of night meant only one thing.
"Uh, uh, Serin. I wasn't asleep. What's up?"
"You're still awake, I see."
Serin padded over lightly and sat on the edge of my bed. Moonlight streamed through the window, illuminating her. She was dressed so scantily—in something like a light summer robe, a na-sam, right? It was sheer enough to hint at what lay beneath, and the hem barely reached her thighs, dangerously short. And... her sash was untied, leaving the front gaping open. In other words, she was practically half-naked already.
Thump-thump. This was my chance. But my body wouldn't move easily. It felt like I was a herbivore frozen before a predator.
Swish.
Serin leaned in and gently caressed my face with her hand.
"Truth be told, I've been worried about you all day."
"Worried about... what?"
"That all that overflowing yang energy might be tormenting you."
Yang energy.
"It's good for a man to have abundant yang, but even good things become problems in excess. You've absorbed the yodan without issue, but surely there are side effects."
She had a point.
"Could it be... that excess yang is causing you pain?"
Her seductive voice lingered in my ear. Here was this stunning beauty in a see-through outfit, stroking my face, filling the air with her intoxicating scent, tempting me.
"As a martial artist, I can sense your energy when I focus. Even now... like this."
Serin's pale, soft hand slid up onto my thigh. I had the blanket over my lower half, so no direct skin contact, but...
Swish-swish.
She stroked my thigh lightly, sending ticklish tingles straight through me.
"Your surging yang is pooling in your lower body, stagnating without release. Isn't that heat rising in you, making you suffer?"
"Yeah, a bit."
No lie there. It wasn't just blood flow. My energy had clumped up, concentrating below. Just like she said, it brought heat and discomfort. I'd been suppressing it on purpose, what with all my thoughts about claiming those two women.
"I knew it. As your master, I can't just stand by."
She lifted her palm, teasing my thigh now with just her fingertips.
"Urk."
A shiver ran through me. The more she tickled, the more tension built in my lower body, my hips wanting to buck. Then those wicked fingers suddenly...
Snap.
...slid toward my pubic bone.
"I've been pondering how to help you manage this yang. And this method came to mind."
"What method...?"
"Like this."
Serin pulled her hand back, brought it to her chest, and...
"Grab it... and shake."
She flashed a devilish smile, formed a circle with her fingers, and mimed stroking up and down!
"Th-that's!"
"By stimulating it like this, you can release the yang. I'll help you as your master. It'll be much better than you handling it alone."
So she meant with her hand...
"Besides, isn't soothing a man's yang a woman's role? Geun-hyeop. Say something. You're always acting like such a pervert, but now you're frozen stiff. Hehe, so cute."
She was a seductive vixen through and through. Grinning triumphantly, Serin knelt on the bed and scooted right up beside me. Now I could see her na-sam even clearer. Total see-through. Every curve visible. And no undergarments. Strip off that flimsy thing, and she'd be buck naked.
I couldn't hold back.
"Serin."
"Yes? I'm listening. Speak."
"I mean..."
Right as I started to say it—
Creak.
The door suddenly flew open.
"Whoa, what're you two doing without me?"
And in came Ha-young!
"G-Geophwa Buyong?!"
Serin yelped in shock from her spot beside me. Ha-young quietly shut the door and approached without a word. Oddly, she was wrapped in a full-coverage red robe—not her usual revealing cheongsam. More like a barbour coat or something.
Wait. Barbour coat?
"What brings you here in the middle of the night...!"
"You asking me that, Okhwa Geom? What about you?"
"I merely came to research a way to calm Geun-hyeop's overflowing yang."
"Heh, yang energy?"
She looked flustered. Seems Serin had come thinking Ha-young was clueless. So Ha-young had sniffed it out and crashed the party. Two women after one man—this rivalry was terrifying.
"I should be asking you. What brings you here, Geophwa Buyong?"
"Same as you."
"Same?"
"Gonna help calm that yang? I'm the expert on yin and yang, y'know?"
Serin's face twisted.
"Right?"
Ha-young turned to me for agreement.
"Plus, remember after we took down those bandits? I held you once. Wanna test it out again."
"Test?!"
"Nothing beats these tits for soothing a man's yang."
She puffed out her chest proudly, hand on top.
"And I'm curious how that overflowing yang works. Makes me the perfect fit, don'tcha think?"
Devilish eye smile. Ha-young grinned wickedly, eyes curving...
Whoosh.
...and shrugged off her robe!
"Gasp!"
Revealing her near-naked body, covered only by talismans. Massive breasts, slim waist, firm hips and ass. A lewd figure that could ensnare any man, barely concealed by three slips of paper.
"C'mon, tell me. Who do you want to help you?"
I couldn't look away.
"Wanna peel off these talismans? Should I let you?"
If I reached out right now and ripped them off...!
"Such vulgar temptation with your body! You claim to soothe his yang, but you just want to take Geun-hyeop for yourself, Geophwa Buyong!"
Serin gasped and pulled me into a hug. My face plunged straight into her bare chest—the gaping front of her robe letting it happen naturally.
"No? I really just wanna help if he's suffering."
"Same difference!"
"Totally different. But you saying that means you're the one planning it, Okhwa Geom."
"I came as his master...!"
Whatever. Things were escalating. Their banter turned into a full-blown argument. In summary: Nangong's little lady and Wei's little lady fighting over me—half-naked. Only a decisive man could resolve this.
A great hero. Kim Geun-hyeop.
Whoosh.
Serin released me, stood, and marched toward Ha-young, yelling louder. Ha-young fired back with snide retorts. The fight intensified.
And finally...
Whoosh!
Both turned to me.
"Geun-hyeop! Will you entrust your body to that Taoist? Or to me, your master?!"
"A Taoist's better than some master at body research, right? C'mere. I'll hold you like before. Even peel the talismans."
"Eek...!"
Serin fidgeted, thighs rubbing together anxiously, too shy to strip her na-sam. But damn, what a sight. Busty Taoist Ha-young with talismans on her nude body, and slender beauty Serin in see-through PJs, sash undone, cleavage and lower bits exposed—but hands modestly covering her chest and crotch.
"Geun-hyeop!"
Urgent voices. Time to choose.
Swish.
I stood up. My yang-swollen manhood sprang free. Just in underwear, no helping it. Both had come under the pretext of relieving my agonizing yang buildup. Really, they just wanted to spend the night. Time to give them what they wanted.
"Ah."
"Oh my."
Their eyes locked on—precisely—my throbbing erection.
"..."
Silence. Faces flushed, they stared. I approached slowly. Weirdly, they looked tense. Masters far above me, yet... And they'd come first. My silent advance had them on edge, forgetting their fight.
Thud.
Stopping before them, I spread my arms and pulled both into a hug.
"Eh?"
"Uh...?"
My level was lower, but I was a man. Thick arms could handle two women easy. Bare skin met bare skin—soft, warm sensations. Sweet body scents enveloped me. I hugged tighter and murmured low.
"I want... both of you to do it."
A great hero embraces two women. My gratitude ran that deep. In that moment, I became a true great hero. Chest swelling with self-admiration...
...I noticed how deathly quiet it got.
"..."
Why no words?
"Ha?"
"What'd you say?"
Their tones sharpened.
Swoosh.
And suddenly, it got cold.