Si-hyeok's Swordsmanship Master 1
"Si-hyeok-ah."
"Yes, hyung-nim."
"By the way, I've been wondering... where'd you learn swordsmanship?"
"Uh... from YouTube?"
"Huh?"
I froze up at the completely unexpected answer.
"There's this famous YouTuber who teaches Western swordsmanship. They even opened an academy recently."
"Huh??"
After that day, YouTube viewing got added to my training routine.
I slipped my phone into my pocket and straightened up Pnoima.
A sharp chill from the night wind sliced across my forehead.
This was the rooftop of my apartment building. I was researching the most efficient ways to swing my sword under the moonlight.
Si-hyeok had told me about this YouTube channel with videos teaching medieval swordsmanship—packed with solid basics worth learning.
The idea of picking up swordsmanship from YouTube sounded a bit ridiculous at first, but hey, it's the era where people even learn surgery from it.
"Damn... I thought it was just gonna fill my head with useless trivia, but there are these real gems out there..."
It was a wake-up call to reflect on how I'd dismissed YouTube before.
There was even a YouTuber uploading tips on channeling mana into swords, breaking it down with quantum mechanics, the law of conservation of energy, entropy laws—all kinds of scientific concepts to guide efficient techniques.
"This is Vom Tag!"
I took the preparatory stance for an overhead cut, slashing straight down fast.
"Followed by Alber."
There was real satisfaction in assuming these stances and drilling the swordsmanship.
It wasn't just mimicking poses. I'd succeeded in infusing sacred flame, the seonghwa, into Pnoima.
The method involved continuously spiraling mana around it.
The true nature of the power suppressing mana overload was my sacred flame—the power of seonghwa.
That same seonghwa power in semen purifies the insides when it enters the womb—that's the principle behind quelling mana overload.
It matched exactly why stabbing with Pnoima calmed mana rampage.
"And this..."
Once I loaded seonghwa's power into Pnoima, its dagger-length blade stretched into a longsword.
The longsword I wielded was Pnoima itself.
The moment I infused it with seonghwa, Pnoima could freely morph to any length I desired.
"Langenort!"
Shiiik!
I extended my arm fully, thrusting the sword forward—the basic thrusting stance.
The seonghwa's power traced a glowing trail in the air, leaving the sword's path etched in the void.
I was convinced that practicing infusing Pnoima with seonghwa would elevate me to another level entirely.
That's why I came up to the rooftop every day, gripping Pnoima.
"What the hell are you messing around with Pnoima for?"
That's when it happened.
A woman's voice suddenly echoed from empty air.
Against the moonlight backdrop, she descended gracefully on tiptoe.
Her beauty was so worship-worthy that my head turned instinctively.
Goddess Athena.
She, possessing the shell of Han Areum's twin, Han Daum, had finally revealed herself before me.
"Ah..."
Amusement danced on her face.
"Revealing yourself as a demon hunter... but didn't it sting that no one even knew what that meant?"
"Baal's minions will recognize it. And here's someone who does, right?"
At my words, she covered her mouth, her eyes curving into sly crescents.
"Baal's underlings will come gunning for you... aren't you scared? It's basically declaring war on Baal. Can you even handle that?"
"Baal's too busy right now to care about this place. And if his apostle shows up? Hell yeah, thank you very much."
"Such overflowing confidence."
"Since you're here, teach me some swordsmanship."
One eyebrow arched at my request.
"Do you even know who I am? I'm not Han Daum."
I already knew from the flea-fly that she'd been circling my vicinity.
Jejeop's claim of seeing the world through ten thousand eyes wasn't bullshit.
"Anyone who knows Pnoima would figure it's Athena, its owner. You've been watching me this whole time, haven't you?"
"Oh ho. You knew my identity? You knew I was watching?"
"It's been over a fortnight now, hasn't it?"
Athena's eyes widened.
"I merely wanted to confirm your resolve against Baal. You proved you're Van Helsing's son by wielding seonghwa, and when Pnoima chose you as master, I was certain."
Goddess Athena lounged before me as if seated on an invisible chair, gazing slantwise.
"But... as a demon hunter, why do you shelter demons? I can't fathom it."
"They're hot."
"Hohohoho. Indeed... just like Van Helsing's son. No... your vibe pisses me off more like my father."
"What happened to the Hell Dimension Management Bureau?"
"You don't need to know that far. From today, you'll operate with me in the Hell Dimension Sealing Team."
The Hell Dimension Sealing Team... the one where Van Helsing and Goddess Athena roamed, sealing hells.
"Nah, pass."
"Borrow my goddess power, and Pnoima reaches its full potential... what?"
"I. Said. No. Why'd my dad die borrowing that power? Got taken out by Baal, right? Baal's way stronger now than back then... how do you plan to fight?"
"Insolent brat!!!"
Thunder rumbled through the night sky—krummm.
"Baal's in T-31 right now. Why not fight him yourself? Weren't you lovers with my dad? Why no revenge?"
"Th-that's..."
"Belphegor set up a meat shield successor to fight Baal for him. Am I your meat shield, Goddess? Or... since you're lending the sword, a meat sword?"
"......"
Athena bit her lower lip hard.
My words had hit the bullseye.
"Hey, Goddess. I'll handle Baal myself, so don't boss me around. But... those tits look like they'd suck dick real good?"
"What?? Wha-what?!"
She lightly brushed her heavy, jiggling breasts, her face flushing red.
I knew exactly why Athena had come.
Info from Choi Seo-ah: Athena wanted my child to fulfill the prophecy.
"Don't just stand there awkwardly—come here and shove that pussy on me. I'll creampie you just like you want. Gotta fulfill Styx Goddess's prophecy, right? In return, teach me swordsmanship."
"H-how do you..."
Whoosh! Athena's face burned crimson.
No need to mention Choi Seo-ah specifically.
According to Styx Goddess's prophecy, the child from me and Athena would destroy the hell dimensions.
"Even if I bear your child... I won't demand you take responsibility."
Her cheeks glowed rosy. Unlike the venomous Han Areum, she had this cute, puppy-like charm.
"Be my swordsmanship master, and I'll keep creampieing you."
Even with creampies, my vasectomy means no pregnancy. It'll take time for Athena to figure that out.
By then, she might switch shells, blaming Han Daum's body.
In the meantime, I planned to drain her dry.
And I knew the body she'd descended into was a marionette Han Areum controlled with her ability in T-16.
I always remembered the three-digit codes above the heads of the women I fucked—like barcodes identifying specifics.
I'd already scoped Han Daum's weaknesses in T-16.
Taming demons? Taming a goddess should be a breeze.
'I'll make you regret entering a human body... Athena.'
"A-alright... fine. Creampie me first. Then I'll teach you swordsmanship."
"Deal. But... right here on the rooftop. Get on all fours on that asphalt like a bitch. I'll pound you right away."
The cold night wind on the rooftop brushed Athena's—no, Han Daum's—cheeks, flushed with anger.
The overwhelming aura she'd projected moments ago was gone; her eyes mixed shock and humiliation as she stared at me.
"It has to be here?"
"If not, forget it. Seems like I'm the only weapon against Baal... right? Plus, I need this kinda stimulation to even get hard."
Before my smirking face, the goddess's dignity shattered to pieces.
She gnawed her lower lip, slowly kneeling on the asphalt.
"Who said mouth pussy? You get pregnant with mouth? Shove the real pussy here. Turn around."
"Urk..."
Goddess Athena turned like a dog, ass up.
A cute white panty peeked from under her short skirt, covering her mound, while clear fluid trickled down Athena's thighs.
Riiip! I tore the panties roughly and grabbed her waist.
No foreplay needed. Athena didn't want caresses—she craved creampies.
Plung! Insertion hit with intense squeezing; I targeted her G-spot, pistoning furiously.
"Haaah?? Hnng? How... do you know that spot?!"
Gripping her slim waist, I hammered only Han Daum's weak points.
Cervical jab twice, G-spot once. Rhythmically repeating, her hips already bucked back toward me.
Even a goddess can't resist pleasure.
I lightly wrapped her neck.
Thumb and index pressing the carotid artery gently.
Han Daum's eyes bulged.
"Wh-what? Why... do that?"
I slowly tightened on her throat.
Simultaneously thrusting deep.
Athena's reaction shifted instantly.
"Aaaang!! Weird... my head's... dizzying... but it feels... even better..."
Choking is insanely dangerous.
But it maximizes sexual pleasure.
Neuroscience-wise: block oxygen to the brain via carotids, push to near-death, massive endorphin dump.
News of women dying from "strangulation during sex" or "breath play OD"? Always this.
I'd never risk it on my precious women, but Athena? She won't die easy.
"Hiii... more... stimulation... your cock feels... bigger... hotter..."
Han Daum rocketed toward climax.
Terror of asphyxiation plus arousal created extreme psychological rush.
Choke-release, thrust-pull, syncing rhythms—I cooked Athena to my taste.
Blood flow restriction built CO2, dilating vessels, hypersensitizing nerves.
Cortisol surge made genitals and erogenous zones ultra-responsive—way stronger than usual.
"Hiiiik!!"
Her vaginal walls clenched my cock harder.
Her whole body went hypersensitive.
Reduced brain oxygen temporarily suppressed prefrontal cortex, tanking rational judgment, amplifying primal urges.
It explosively unleashed Athena's repressed lust.
"Ang ang ang~~ Woojin... harder... harder on my neck... ang ang ang~"
Athena begged what she'd never say normally.
Her reason fogged; pure desire remained.
I choked while ramping hip thrusts violently.
"I... don't care if I die... haang... die's fine... harder... first time... like this..."
Orgasm hit; her legs buckled.
But impaled on my cock, she couldn't collapse.
I yanked her waist up, pounding savagely.
Then released the pressure.
Oxygen flooded her brain—explosive ecstasy.
Call it 'death rush'; time it with orgasm, it's multiples of normal pleasure.
Pleasure traded for death's edge.
Most die... but before this near-death bliss, the goddess crumbled.
Spurt spurt... Semen filled her womb; eyes rolled white, foam at her mouth—Goddess Athena convulsed.
Her body spasmed wildly, pussy milking my cock insanely.
"Cr-crazy... this is sex? Impossible..."
Endless pleasure no goddess should endure—no, one no goddess could endure.
"Huuuung~~!!"
I slapped Athena's cheek—smack.
Then spanked her ass hard while thrusting.
Her already maxed-out sensitive body turned pain to pleasure.
"Hiiiik!! I'm going mad!!"
Squirting erupted from her pussy.
With my neuroscience knowledge... and this deadly gamble, I remade Goddess Athena into a masochist in seconds.
And a slave loyal to my cock.