010. She Started Grinding Her Hips
010. She Started Grinding Her Hips
Sama Ryang's skill in learning the Madocheonseong-gong from 'Sama' Damcheon, who had become her adopted son, grew day by day. This was because she was originally brimming with the Five Elements, making it easy for her to follow in the footsteps of the forerunner who had gone ahead.
At the same time, whether it was because Sama Damcheon had an innate talent for martial arts or because he was a master himself, he taught exceptionally well, boasting near-perfect efficiency in handling the teachings.
It was hard to believe he was teaching so diligently just to sell the Madocheonseong-gong at a high price.
But Sama Ryang could declare with certainty.
'Is he really a horny little monkey? Or does he have some monkey demon among his ancestors?'
True to his declaration on the first day, Sama Damcheon really went down Mount Mo every morning to visit the brothel in the county town and then returned.
Now that he was the adopted son of the family head, he received a considerable amount of money, and it seemed all he did with that money was whore around; he didn't spend it on anything else.
He visited every early morning, and the brothel opened its doors to welcome him.
Normally, they should open during late hours after completing all preparations to receive guests.
After all, affairs between men and women generally occur in dim places where lantern lights flicker in the room, heightening the atmosphere.
But Sama Damcheon had none of that. Atmosphere be damned, he would grab a pretty courtesan, fuck her like crazy, ejaculate, and then pay the fee.
He actively utilized his status as the Sama Clan's adopted son to politely request the brothel's understanding and embrace the woman first.
Moreover, he was so incredibly virile that whenever the servants gathered, they would make his stamina a topic of conversation. So much so that the courtesan's loud moans would pierce through the soundproofing walls, spreading rumors far and wide.
Additionally, even after returning from such pleasures of the flesh, there was a problem.
"Today, it's time to learn how to combine the techniques of the Madocheonseong-gong."
"......."
"Mother?"
Look at that disgusting face even now.
He acts like an innocent man who knows nothing, but he reeks of an incredibly strong night flower scent, as if he went to the brothel and drained himself completely.
The unpleasant, stuffy smell that involuntarily makes one's brow furrow—no matter if it's his own body odor, a master like Sama Damcheon couldn't possibly be unaware of it.
In other words, he intentionally let the smell linger and came to meet her like that.
"Right. Today was about mixing illusions with phantom pain."
"Yes. It's about showing the opponent an illusion of being cut and using phantom pain to make them mistakenly believe they were truly cut. Simply put, it's about causing confusion by making them think they were cut by a sword."
Even though he claims not to have learned the Madocheonseong-gong, his explanations flow from his mouth as if he were describing something he saw directly.
While explaining how such martial ignorance could be established, even Sama Ryang herself couldn't help but focus and listen intently to Sama Damcheon.
Then, naturally, not only her hearing but also her sense of smell became sensitive, continuously creating discomfort for her.
It felt like struggling to escape a swamp only to have her feet tangled in the aquatic plants inside, sinking deeper into the mire.
Even if it was for learning martial arts, whenever she discovered herself tolerating this smell, she felt that way.
'Tsk. Even if we're not related by blood, we're in a mother-son relationship. What does it mean to be so horny?'
No matter how great the reward, if it weren't for his bold audacity in casually offering the Madocheonseong-gong, she would have kicked him out that very day.
But her own skills, which had been stagnant for years, had greatly improved, and beyond that, she had even tasted the unfamiliar feeling of 'fun' because of him.
As someone who had lived blindly for the family, her heart leaned towards not daring to narrowly reject him.
'He probably knows not to cross the line for that reason too.'
There was also a part of her turning a blind eye because Sama Damcheon, while expressing his lust towards her like that, made no direct advances.
Determined internally to quickly master the Madocheonseong-gong to the point of practicing it alone and eliminate the time spent alone with Sama Damcheon, she swung her sword diligently.
"You've entered a state of Mu-a again. Your talent is truly outstanding."
Perhaps thanks to his teaching combined with the excellent martial art, the Madocheonseong-gong. As if receiving all the delayed rewards at once, Sama Ryang had once again entered a state of Mu-a and was swinging her sword tirelessly.
The focus in her eyes disappeared, and the sword she swung became more refined and sharper with each repetition.
Could that martial artist, who was slightly inferior to Heuk Dang, the first person he killed after returning from the Tower, really be her?
One could feel her martial arts solidifying as she grew day by day. If one were to forcibly activate the Hwa-an-geum-jeong and look, one might see that Sama Ryang's direction was 'Cheon-u-mu-bong' (Flawless as a Celestial Garment).
Cheon-u-mu-bong — likened to the clothes of heaven woven by a fairy, meticulously filled with seamless stitching.
Sama Ryang was not particularly constrained whether the opponent was alone or many. Of course, as the saying 'overwhelming numbers prevail' goes, if an unexpectedly large number of martial artists attacked, she would eventually be overwhelmed.
'But she still hasn't overcome her previous weakness.'
Her Five Elements are outstanding, but she is inherently weak in bones and muscles.
Originally weak, perhaps because she completed the O-haeng-ji-che constitution too early, fixing her physical age and making her even weaker.
Of course, as befits a martial artist, if she adds internal energy, she can produce sufficient power, but if she meets a truly strong opponent, it would be useless.
No matter how profound and exquisite her sword path is, it would be unable to withstand a single heavy blow and shatter.
'There's no invincible martial ignorance in this world.'
Strength is important in martial arts ignorance, but one's physical abilities are also important.
No matter how high-level the martial ignorance is, if the vessel (the body) containing it is weak, it is bound to break.
Sama Damcheon had seen how fervent Sama Ryang's desire to become stronger was. He had seen countless people like her in the Tower.
After all, development in a state where only the Five Elements are achieved without balancing Yin and Yang would ultimately lead to running in place.
It's true that by learning the Madocheonseong-gong, her exclusive martial art, the Ohaengjin-mugong, also develops alongside it. But just because the martial art develops, doesn't mean the person wielding it becomes stronger, right?
'The Madocheonseong-gong is a martial art based on Yin-Yang and the Five Elements. If Yin is not replenished, eventually only skill will develop endlessly. And for Mother, who has trained to the point of being able to gain enlightenment if only her body were sturdy, that would only increase her thirst.'
The more that repeats, the thirstier she becomes.
Eventually, even if it means allowing intercourse with him, she will want to ascend.
"Oops. Mustn't forget this."
Sama Damcheon took a candle from his subspace pouch and replaced the candle in the training hall with it.
Naturally, it was one of the items he brought from the Tower—a candle imbued with aphrodisiac effects.
He lit it with Sammaejinhwa and then quietly left it be.
'It's more for lovers to enjoy together than for just fucking purposes.'
It doesn't have an effect that drives one mad with sexual desire like a horny dog with crazed eyes.
However, the more one smells the scent, lust gradually accumulates that cannot be relieved until intercourse occurs, which induces irritation, one might say.
Instead, it also has the effect of amplifying pleasure proportionally to the waiting time when bodies mingle, so it was an item much favored by couples living together in the Tower.
Well, since he goes to the brothel every morning to release, it's not a problem for him, but not for Sama Ryang.
She's in a situation of separation from her husband, Geum Wi-un, and despite entering states of Mu-a several times, she collapses before reaching the peak.
She would likely mistake the irritation from accumulated lust for thirst for reaching a higher realm.
'If I keep lowering the standards like this, she'll cross over someday.'
Thinking so, Sama Damcheon leisurely watched Sama Ryang's state of Mu-a.
The increasingly dense sword path looked as if she was struggling to eliminate weaknesses, and also like resentment wanting to show perfection.
Whichever it was, there was no change in the fact that it was extraordinary talent and effort.
Wait a little longer, and that Mu-a, as usual, once again hit a wall.
"......Huuuuh! Hah, hah!"
Unable to break through, instead, the Mu-a shattered, and her consciousness surfaced into reality.
Her heaving breasts rising and falling as she breathed roughly.
Her entire body drenched in sweat, the training uniform sticking tightly, revealing the contours of her body.
Add to that the thirsty gaze towards the ascent she barely failed to achieve.
'It's not easy for an ordinary human woman, not a demon, and a married one at that, to be this arousing.'
Sama Ryang, who had overexerted herself, staggered. As if she had exhausted her energy from swinging her sword while fully immersed in Mu-a, her legs trembled like a deer's.
Thinking she might fall unable to hold on, he approached and supported her back with his hand.
"Mmm. Thank you."
"It's nothing."
Seeing her fail to notice the swapped candle as always, Sama Damcheon smiled a kindly smile.
After that, they went about their daily tasks.
Sama Ryang focused on her duties as family head, and Sama Damcheon, as promised with Geum Wi-un, helped with the group training of the low-ranking warriors for about one shichen (two hours) and spent the rest in leisure.
While pursuing Sama Ryang in the peace he desired, there were times when his experiences in the Tower felt like all lies.
They spent several days like that, identical days passing by.
Thump.
Sama Damcheon's erect penis touched her buttocks.
"......."
Shhk. Shhk.
Sama Ryang began grinding her hips, pretending not to notice.