The Waltz of the Lilies (1)
The door opened with a long, grating creak of its hinges, and Yeon-jin slipped into the room with careful steps.
Backlit by the sunset, her figure was a living painting of a heavenly maiden.
“U-um… excuse me, Sister.”
She had just bathed. Droplets still clung to her jet-black hair, her cheeks were flushed a delicate pink from the steam, and a clean, pure fragrance rose gently from her loose white robes.
Every time she moved, that fresh scent brushed the tip of my nose, and the tightly leashed cord of my reason stretched dangerously taut.
Haa…!
I licked my dry lips with a wet slurp, then forced a casual expression as I greeted her.
“Come in. Is it cold outside today?”
“Ehehe, a little. I didn’t disturb your rest, did I, Sister?”
Yeon-jin approached the low table with its tea set and sat down, smiling brightly. It was such a pure, beautiful smile that it could cleanse anyone’s heart, yet it was nowhere near enough to quench the lustful flames filling my chest.
“No, not at all. Disturb me? Hardly.”
I cleared my throat awkwardly and waved my hands in hasty denial.
“The sun hasn’t even fully set. How could I be sleepy? I was simply lost in thought, pondering a few matters alone.”
“Ah…!”
When I answered in the dignified tone I had grown used to as the Little Sword Empress of Botamun over the past ten days, Yeon-jin’s eyes widened and she nodded in understanding.
Well, it wasn’t exactly a lie.
I had been completely absorbed in contemplating how to resolve this damn irresistible sexual desire, unaware that time was even passing.
But Yeon-jin, oblivious to my inner thoughts, simply nodded with eyes full of respect.
“As expected! You were contemplating sword principles because of today’s sparring, right? Or perhaps reflecting on the teachings of the Guanyin Bodhisattva? That’s so like you, Sister…!”
“Huh? Uh, yes. Something like that.”
I nodded, slightly stuttering yet keeping a solemn expression to brush it off.
This was a convenience I had never enjoyed while living as Wi Yeon-seol. After becoming Seol-hye, people around me would conveniently fill in the blanks and make their own assumptions no matter what nonsense I spouted. Nothing could be easier.
“It’s just… you seem a little tired lately, Sister. There are many moments when you swing your sword but your mind seems elsewhere… Are you feeling unwell anywhere?”
“...”
Those innocent eyes.
The moment I met those clear, worry-filled eyes directed at me, a strange conqueror’s urge and scorching lust surged up at the same time.
I rose slowly from the bed and approached her with a gentle smile, careful not to startle her.
“Unwell? Of course I’m unwell.”
I deliberately furrowed my brows to show a serious expression and sat down close enough that our shoulders nearly touched.
The distance was so intimate that our robes overlapped and I could feel her breath. Yeon-jin’s eyes widened like a startled rabbit and her breathing stopped.
“Y-yes?! Where do you feel unwell…? If there’s anything I can do, I’ll do whatever it takes!”
Her eyes wavered with concern.
That pure reaction that aroused sadistic impulses made me call her name in a voice lower and heavier than usual.
“Jin-ah.”
I naturally reached out and tucked her damp hair behind her ear. The soft earlobe beneath my fingertips was already subtly warm.
“You always loosen my pressure points for me after sparring. Receiving favors one-sidedly like this has piled up a mountain of debt in my heart. I can no longer bear it.”
“Ah, uh, r-really…?”
At the unexpected answer, Yeon-jin’s face went blank.
I curled the corners of my lips into a seductive smile and placed my hand on her waist with fluid grace.
“When affection comes, affection should return. Isn’t that the proper way of people? Come closer. This time, I will loosen your stiff body for you.”
“Whaaat?! That’s not right! How could I possibly trouble you with such a bothersome task…!”
Yeon-jin tried to pull away, waving her hands, but I had no intention of letting her escape.
“No. While watching you closely during today’s sparring, your movements seemed quite strained. If I don’t loosen you up now, your muscles will cramp tomorrow morning and you’ll suffer.”
Wearing the strict expression of a senior sister while my touch remained light as a feather, I stroked down her back.
“Obediently offer your body. You wouldn’t want to make this senior sister’s heart uneasy, would you?”
“Ah…”
Under the firm yet subtle pressure, Yeon-jin hesitated for a moment before turning her back to me as if she couldn’t win.
“T-then… I’m sorry to trouble you, but please take care of me, Sister.”
The moment she turned, her snow-white nape was revealed without any obstruction, instantly seizing my gaze.
The smooth lines of her back visible through the thin fabric were impossibly seductive, like an orchid painted with a single stroke of the brush.
Whew…!
I wanted to bury my lips on that skin, white as the first snowfall, and savor the sweet taste of a woman right then and there, but now was the time to wait…!
Swallowing dryly, I placed my trembling hands on her shoulders.
Then, shall we begin?
I started massaging her shoulders with subtle, skillful hands.
At first gently, then gradually digging deeper. Before long, a satisfied sigh escaped Yeon-jin’s lips.
“Ah, it feels so good, so refreshing, Sister. Haaung…! This feels this good… for the first time…!”
“Hehe, does it?”
Watching her languid reaction, I smirked.
Of course. Because this isn’t a simple massage.
A secret art among secret arts that I had instinctively perfected through countless nights entwined with women, refined solely to lead the other party into supreme ecstasy.
No matter how untouched by feminine spring feelings Yeon-jin may be, before this technique she will unknowingly drown in pleasure that penetrates to the marrow of her bones.
I pressed firmly on the shoulder acupoints with my thumbs and sent a faint thread of internal energy into her.
“Haah, so good…! Aaaah…!”
I infused exquisite technique into my fingertips, making languid heat rise from her fully relaxed nape.
“Haaung!!”
Suppressed moans began spilling from Yeon-jin’s mouth.
Every time I caressed the acupoints and muscles that brought pleasure with deep, knowing strokes, her shoulders twitched and jumped.
“S-Sister? What was that just now…?”
“Stay still and relax your body. I touched a stagnant point where the flow of qi was blocked. Feeling stimulation is only natural.”
I calmly soothed her flushed face and pressed my fingers a little more firmly against her soft skin.
Slowly, meticulously, I rubbed the muscles of her back with both hands, traveling down along her spine.
“Hya, ung…!”
“Shh, it’s alright. Entrust your body to this sister.”
She would never know. That my fingers were not merely loosening knotted muscles, but also opening one by one the hidden pleasure acupoints scattered throughout her body.
Of course, this was a necessary process to operate the Heavenly Color Illusion Art.
This demonic technique could never be completed through my pleasure alone. The stronger the ecstasy the partner felt, the more precise the harmony between us became. The amplification of internal energy grew stronger, and above all, safer.
In other words, sending her to blissful paradise was the path that benefited us both.
Well, that’s that.
Separately from the technique, simply touching a beautiful woman’s skin, watching her face twist with desperate longing, and hearing her voice mixed with heated breaths was so satisfying that I was teasing her more than strictly necessary.
“Ahang, ung, S-Sister, hauk…!”
While exploring every inch of Yeon-jin’s body, I precisely read the flow of internal energy circulating within her.
What flowed along the acupoints beneath her skin was true qi as clear as crystal, pure without a single speck of impurity.
I unraveled the energy drawn from my dantian into a thin, long thread and carefully, yet deeply, let it seep into the gaps of her meridians.
Found it.
At last, the pure white internal energy crouched deep inside her body began to tremble faintly in response to mine.
A resonance.
Energies of different natures touched, blending like a single stream, achieving perfect synchronization.
Preparations are complete.
“Heung, aah…! It feels strange, Sister. My body… it’s so hot…! Hyaang…!”
Seeing her disheveled face brought back memories of the hot spring. The way she didn’t know what to do under my touch was exactly like how I had crumbled beneath her fingertips before.
“Pfft…”
A satisfied laugh escaped at this reversed situation and at the sight of her helplessly melting in the palm of my hand.
“Haung, hauk, huuu…”
Yeon-jin’s breathing had already grown rough and heated.
The heat rising from her sweat-drenched back was so intense it nearly burned my palms as I continued to caress her.
“There’s no need to be embarrassed. It’s simply the process of opening blocked acupoints, expelling turbid energy, and filling with yang energy. It’s a sign that your body is growing healthier, so be at ease.”
“Mm… r-really…?”
“Of course.”
I whispered softly and leaned in, bringing my lips close to her ear.
“Jin-ah, your whole body feels like it’s on fire. If you keep wearing these sweat-soaked clothes, the cold will seep in and you’ll surely catch a chill.”
“Haa, yes… it’s so, so hot, Sister…”
Yeon-jin’s thin white robes, drenched in sweat, clung transparently to her skin, faintly revealing the smooth, porcelain-like curves beneath.
“Relax, Jin-ah. I’ll help you.”
“Ah, y-yes…”
With unfocused eyes staring blankly into space, Yeon-jin offered no resistance as I slowly pulled at the tie binding her waist.
The fabric slid down powerlessly.
The sweat-heavy cloth slipped from her shoulders and fell away.
Like peeling the skin from a perfectly ripe fruit, like a butterfly shedding its heavy cocoon, her pure white naked body was revealed before my eyes.
“Ha…!”
A sigh of pure admiration escaped me at the sight.
I had seen Yeon-jin’s naked body several times in the misty hot spring, yet her current disheveled state was truly exceptional.
I threw off my own clothes, heated by lust, and began to caress her slowly. She had now completely surrendered her body to my touch.
“Eung, ahng, aah…!”
As I softly stroked down her spine with my fingertips while cupping the curve of her waist with my palms, Yeon-jin’s head tilted back with a needy cry, exposing the white line of her throat.
“Haaung, g-good… Sister, my head’s turning strange…!”
With a melted, dreamy expression, Yeon-jin twitched and trembled every time I massaged her body.
That pure, innocent reaction to the womanly pleasure she was experiencing for the first time drove me insane with desire.
Damn… I’m really going to lose my mind.
At her sweet, melting voice, I realized my own thighs had long since grown slick with sticky nectar.
If I had been a man, the thing between my legs would have been rigidly swollen to the point of bursting.
Regretting the absence of a cock, I let out a small sigh and abruptly stopped the hand that had been teasing her.
“Ah, ung…?”
Yeon-jin slowly turned her head toward me. Tears glistened in her pleasure-drunk eyes.
Her flushed red lips trembled as if begging for more. The defenseless look of open disappointment that the hand making her feel good had stopped only fanned the flames of lust inside me even higher.
The instant I saw that expression, the last fragile thread of reason restraining me snapped completely.