There's Only One Way

The sound of Yeon-jin's voice from beyond the door froze my entire body in its disheveled, pathetic position.

"Sister, are you alright...? Your complexion looked terrible earlier. I just couldn't stop worrying, so I came to check on you."

There was no latch on the door. The moment she opened it, my shameful state would be completely exposed.

"Uh? Uhh, ah, no! I was just about to lie down and sleep!"

"Really? In the middle of the day? Did the sparring earlier tire you out?"

I sucked in a sharp breath in panic and frantically yanked the blanket over my sweat-drenched body.

'She couldn't have heard me, right?'

A martial artist's senses, especially one who had cultivated inner energy, were extremely sharp. And since Yeon-jin was one of Botamun's greatest talents, hers would be even more so.

What if she had heard those bizarre, obscene moans I had been letting out just moments ago, right through this single door?

Just imagining it made my vision go dark...!

Fortunately, the voice coming from outside the door carried only the same concern as always, without a hint of suspicion.

"I brought some warm tea in case you weren't feeling well. May I come in?"

—Creak.

The door began to slide open before I could even answer.

"W-wait!!!"

"Huh? Sister?"

I let out a scream-like cry, my face pale, desperately trying to stop her from entering.

"Let me fix my clothes! J-just wait a moment!"

—Whoosh!

I shot up from the bed with a speed that could only be described as lightning fast.

—Swish! Whirl!

With invisible hand movements, I flipped the messy blanket to smooth out the wrinkles, grabbed a fresh set of unworn clothes and threw them on haphazardly, then fanned the air vigorously to disperse the thick, lewd heat filling the room.

—Bang!

I flung open the window to vent the remaining heat and sound, then dove back onto the bed, landing silently.

Before I could even count to five in my head, I had finished everything. I sat upright in a prim and proper posture on the bed, cleared my throat, and spoke.

"Ahem, hm! Come in."

"Ah, yes."

—Creak.

I called out to her in the most dignified and calm voice I could manage. She carefully opened the door and entered, carrying a small tea tray.

"Oh my, Sister, why is your face so red? Are you coming down with a cold...?"

The moment she stepped inside, she saw my flushed face and widened her eyes, immediately checking my complexion.

"N-no, it's nothing. My qi was a bit weak, so I circulated a Small Heavenly Circuit and it seems to have raised my body temperature."

Even though I avoided her gaze and gave a vague excuse, Yeon-jin simply nodded, seemingly accepting it without suspicion.

"I see. That explains why you didn't look well. Here, this is Calming Spirit Tea. It should help settle your mind."

"R-right. Thank you."

Before taking the teacup, I hurriedly tried to adjust my disheveled clothes, tightening my waist belt.

'Damn it, why is it so loose?'

My heart was still pounding wildly, refusing to calm down.

Unconsciously, I pulled the belt as tightly as men did with their martial robes, but the tighter I tied it, the more my voluptuous breasts and curvaceous hips stood out obscenely against the thin fabric.

"...Huh?"

What I had meant to cover only ended up emphasizing the lines of my body even more lewdly. I turned bright red, completely at a loss.

'T-this isn't what I wanted?!'

As I fumbled, unable to decide whether to loosen or tighten the knot, Yeon-jin set down the teacup and approached me from behind.

"Hehe, Sister. Your clothes are all messed up."

"Eh, ah, ugh!?"

—Slide.

The moment her soft hands wrapped around my waist, the lingering heat I had barely suppressed flared up again.

Every time her gentle touch brushed against me from behind, the ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠sensations I ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠thought had faded screamed back to life one by one.

'Ugh...! I thought I had taken care of it, but again...!'

I clenched my thighs tightly to hold back the moan threatening to escape, biting my lip desperately.

"If you tie it this tightly, it'll be hard to breathe. You should loosen it like this."

"Hiek, u-uh, I-I know that..."

—Sluuuurp.

With practiced skill, Yeon-jin untied my messy belt and retied it neatly yet comfortably. The warmth of her body and her breath against my back made the nape of my neck burn.

"You really are something, Sister. So proper and elegant outside, yet so sloppy when you're alone."

"...Ugh."

—Clink.

Instead of answering, I grabbed the teacup to hide my flushed face and gulped it down.

The scent of the tea was overpowered by the lingering fragrance of her body on my fingertips and skin. It was driving me insane.

Yeon-jin sat right beside me, practically glued to my side, and began chattering away like a skylark about trivial things.

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"...So when Master Hyeon-wol heard that you had taken up the sword again, she looked relieved and said she was glad you seemed to have regained your spirit. She'll probably call for you soon."

"...I-I see. Got it. Yeah."

She talked about how the sparring went today, how the junior sisters were worried about me, and other meaningless chatter.

Even though I tried my best to respond, her voice sounded like buzzing noise in my ears.

Every time she opened her mouth, the faint scent of her flesh wafted over. The occasional brush of her soft skin against my arm made it impossible to focus on the conversation. If I hadn't relieved that heated lust earlier, I had no idea what kind of disaster might have occurred. I let out a silent sigh in my mind.

'I get it already, so please, please just leave.'

Never in my entire life had spending time ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠alone in a room with a beautiful woman been this torturous...!

Screaming internally, I prayed for this agonizing torture to end quickly.

"Well then, I'll see you at evening prayer, Sister! Rest well until then."

"U-uh, yeah. Sure. Thanks for bringing the tea."

The conversation with Yeon-jin finally ended.

I slowly stood up and ushered her out as casually as possible, trying not to let anything show.

—Slide. Thud.

The door closed, and silence returned to the room.

Only then did I let out the breath I had been holding and collapsed back onto the bed.

"Haa..."

Thank goodness I hadn't been caught.

I hadn't been caught, but...!

"Haaah...!"

The moment the tension broke, the dam of suppressed sensations burst open again.

The vivid afterimage of that explosive pleasure was burned into my mind, flickering before my eyes like a hallucination.

The tingling sensation at my fingertips.

The hot thrill that had raced up my inner thighs.

That dizzying ecstasy that had felt like my entire body was melting.

"...This is bad."

A cold sweat ran down my spine.

Normally, after a man ejaculated properly, his head would cool down and a sense of emptiness would follow. That hollow exhaustion would forcibly restore his reason. But a woman's body was structured completely differently.

It hadn't even been that long since I reached climax, yet instead of calming down, an even deeper and thicker thirst tightened around my throat. It was like adding more firewood to a furnace—the flames weren't dying down at all; they were blazing even hotter.

Lewd thoughts slithered up one after another, tickling my lower abdomen with sticky heat.

'Is this what women are normally like? Or does this girl, known as the senior disciple of the Buddhist sect, have an unusually strong yin constitution...?!'

The self-loathing of a fully grown adult—Wi Yeon-seol, who had embraced countless women—reduced to whimpering and comforting a female body like some pathetic child hadn't even faded yet. And yet this body shamelessly writhed again, craving more pleasure.

'Damn it. It felt... way too good.'

That was one fact I could never deny.

"Haa..."

Letting out a heated breath, I slowly slipped my hand under the blanket.

"Should I... just do it one more time...?"

I bit my lip, sinking into a dilemma whose answer was already decided.

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And so, ten days passed.

"...Ugh."

With a faint moan, I lifted my body from the bed.

The moment I opened my eyes, I saw the extremely simple interior of the room. One bed to lie on, one table with a teacup, and a small chest of drawers against the wall.

It was a clean, uncluttered room perfectly suited for a practitioner, with no unnecessary decorations.

The glow of sunset seeped through the paper-lined doorframe. A dreamlike crimson haze dyed the room red. Normally, I would have enjoyed the serene atmosphere with a cup of tea, but my current state was anything but normal.

"Haa, this fucking..."

My legs trembled like aspen leaves.

My mouth was bone dry, and dark circles hung under my eyes. But the most horrifying thing was that the moment I opened my eyes, my lower abdomen grew heavy and hot again.

I roughly swept back my disheveled hair and swallowed a low curse.

'You crazy bitch.'

For the past ten days, my life had been no different from that of a beast.

Masturbation.

I had fallen completely into that damnable self-pleasure. The moment I opened my eyes, the moment I had any free time, I would lock myself in my room and focus solely on comforting myself.

While training, while eating, even while meditating with Yeon-jin in the dharma hall—if my body grew hot, I would scurry back to my room like a rat and bury myself under the blankets.

'Shit, if this keeps up, I'm going to become a hopeless sex addict...!'

I already felt like I was addicted... but I didn't want to admit it.

'Argh, why did it have to be a female sect of all things...!!!'

What angered me most was that the current environment was practically paradise for men.

Everywhere I looked, there were peerless beauties. And not just any women—the pure, noble female disciples of Botamun, untouched by the vulgarity of the secular world.

But what good was that?

"I'm a woman now."

The proud manhood of Wi Yeon-seol had vanished without a trace, and I couldn't bring a man here even if I wanted to. This was a forbidden zone for males; not even an ant could sneak in. Besides, the very idea of a man like me, whose mind was still male, mixing bodies with another man made me want ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠to vomit.

In the end, all I could do was move my own fingers, and even that was driving me insane.

Masturbation could put out the immediate fire, but this cursed body of Seol-hye had gotten a taste and now craved stronger, stickier stimulation with every passing day.

And the junior sisters were utterly clueless.

—Sister, could you check my stance?

—Senior Sister Seol-hye, could you scrub my back?

—Wow, Senior Sister Seol-hye, your skin is so beautiful. Can I touch it...?

Yeon-jin and the other female disciples approached me with no defenses whatsoever.

After sparring, covered in sweat, they would press against me in those thin martial robes that clung to their skin in an already embarrassing way. Or when washing, they would casually rub their naked bodies against mine. It was truly...

'I'm already dying here, you idiots...!!!'

Even a man with an iron will would have no way to endure this situation. Terrible thoughts began to creep into my mind.

'Maybe I really did die after jumping off that cliff back then...?'

My situation was so harsh that I wondered if this was punishment for my lustful life—trapped in a woman's body, unable to embrace women in the afterlife, surrounded by beauties.

—Thud.

I picked up the hand mirror beside me and stared at the face reflected in it.

Eyes tinged with a blood-like crimson glow.

A seductive mole beneath the left eye.

It was a face so beautiful it could steal one's soul no matter how many times you looked.

'Ha, if I had known it would come to this, I would've at least tried to seduce the female monks of Botamun in my previous life.'

Regret washed over me. If I had known there were peerless beauties like Yeon-jin and Seol-hye here, I would have dropped everything and climbed over these walls.

But something felt strange.

I had taken every beautiful woman I desired, whether from the righteous or unorthodox factions, by any means necessary. So why had I never touched the women here?

No, it wasn't just that I hadn't touched them—I had almost obsessively avoided even encountering them.

'Why was that?'

I searched my memories.

Was it because I thought touching them would bring the wrath of Guanyin Bodhisattva and send me to the deepest hell?

No, since when had I been so afraid of gods and Buddhas?

Or was it because I couldn't bring myself to commit violence against such beautiful women?

No, even without violence, there were dozens of ways to capture them.

When I recalled how I had freely crossed swords with the women of the Emei Sect—another righteous female sect—and taken their bodies without hesitation, it seemed neither reason was correct...

'...Ugh.'

The moment I tried to think deeper, a faint headache like a needle pricking my temple flashed by. It felt as if part of my mind was shrouded in thick fog, like wandering through a misty forest.

—Throb.

Frowning at the unpleasant sense of déjà vu, I shook my head.

That wasn't the only strange thing.

'Seol-hye.'

The original owner of this body I now possessed, the Little Sword Empress of Botamun.

I had never directly faced the female swordsmen of the Sword Pavilion before meeting Yeon-jin in the North Sea, but during the five-year-long Righteous-Evil Great War, their fame had been immense.

Led by Yeon-jin, who had been the Sword Empress at the time, Botamun's female swordsmen had slaughtered countless experts from the unorthodox factions and made their names known throughout the murim.

Yet in my memories, the name 'Seol-hye' did not exist.

Considering the level of martial arts this body possessed, if she had grown further and entered the jianghu, she would have been a prodigy capable of contending for the title of the world's strongest. So why was there not a single line about Seol-hye in the history of my previous life?

Looking at Hyeon-wol's current age, she would soon pass into nirvana.

The title of Little Sword Empress meant the successor to the Sword Empress. Logically, Seol-hye should have become the next Sword Empress, yet in my memories, the Sword Empress had been Yeon-jin.

'Did she die young?'

That was the most reasonable guess, but I couldn't figure out the exact reason.

Was it qi deviation or an ambush? Or perhaps she succumbed to illness?

'Surely she didn't awaken to female pleasure late in life, masturbate day and night, and die from sexual exhaustion...?'

Looking at my current state, it didn't seem entirely impossible...

My thoughts were spiraling when—

—Throb.

"Hyaat..."

My lower abdomen tightened heavily again, and the suppressed heat began to stir.

'It's starting again.'

This damn body didn't care about its owner's circumstances and went into heat like a female cat in estrus at any time.

Whatever. The most urgent problem that needed to be solved right now was this.

'If this continues, I'll either wither away or go completely insane first.'

There was only one way to overcome this problem.

I had to return to being a man as soon as possible.