Chapter 10
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 10
Chapter Title: Finally Arrived at Mount Wudang
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The pale light of dawn seeped through the paper window.
Lifting my heavy eyelids, my vision was filled with blindingly white skin.
Even in my hazy consciousness, the familiar scent of flesh lingered at the tip of my nose, sinking deep into my lungs.
I froze, holding my breath.
My face was buried between Senior Sister's ample cleavage.
Soft, warm flesh enveloped my cheeks, and her steady breathing brushed against the top of my head.
As if to prove last night's frenzy hadn't been a dream, our naked bodies were tangled together under the blanket without a stitch of clothing.
'If this keeps up...'
My heart began to pound once more.
I carefully, oh so carefully, tried to raise my upper body.
Hardly daring to breathe, lest I wake her.
Just as I was slipping out from under the blanket like a snake shedding its skin.
Swish.
A slender arm wrapped around my waist.
"Where do you think you're going?"
Her voice was drowsy with sleep, languid and alluring.
I looked up to find Senior Sister's half-lidded eyes gazing at me.
Her face, peeking through disheveled hair, was flushed and seductive like a flower in full bloom after a night of passion.
As if to stop me from leaving the blanket, she spread her white arms wide.
"Let's sleep more, Yi Yi. It's still early."
Her gesture was like an irresistible spell.
My resolve, hardened by martial arts training, crumbled before her like a sandcastle.
I slipped back into her embrace like a puppet on strings or a puppy returning to its master.
"U-uh... Sister..."
Senior Sister's body heat was a cozy swamp.
Cradled in her arms, I wriggled like a young beast seeking milk.
Instinct overpowered reason.
The skin beneath my palm was smoother than silk and as chewy as freshly steamed glutinous rice cake.
Stroke, strokestroke.
My hand unconsciously traced the curve of her waist to her rounded hips.
Gripping the firm flesh tightly, her body trembled slightly.
But instead of pushing my hand away, she pulled me even closer.
She's not pushing me away anymore?
And in that moment, a spark ignited deep in my lower abdomen once again.
Though I'd poured out all my energy last night, my yang essence was like an inexhaustible spring.
The thing between my legs reared its head, swelling hard.
The thick, hot pillar poked against her lower belly.
"Oh my..."
A strange moan escaped her lips.
Without stopping the hand stroking my back, she whispered softly.
"Recovered already?"
"S-sorry... I couldn't help it..."
Embarrassed, I tried to pull away, but she wrapped her arms firmly around my waist, preventing escape.
Instead, she lifted her hips slightly, pressing my rigid shaft deeper against her soft belly.
"It's fine. It's proof of your health."
She pressed her lips to my ear and chuckled teasingly.
That laugh, combined with the soft touch of her belly, made my hips buck involuntarily.
Thud, thud. Each time my hard glans tapped her pubic bone, she let out a languid sigh, fully accepting my playful mischief.
My taut flesh ground against her lower belly.
Every time her soft skin pressed against my raging pillar, a white-hot flash of pleasure pierced my entire body.
"Haa... Yi Yi. You can rub more. Until... you feel satisfied."
Her permission was like a spark on dry tinder.
I frantically twisted my hips, grinding my desire against her abdomen and the edge of her mound.
Sticky fluids mixed, creating slick sounds.
She embraced my boiling lust and youthful impulses as if born for it.
"Spoil yourself freely until we return to the sect. Sister will... take it all."
It felt like a long dream.
Intoxicated by her skin, I panted like a beast, and Senior Sister embraced everything like the sea.
Each time I plunged deep into her body, all my pent-up emotions oxidized into white essence.
They say a wolf that tastes blood never craves pine needles again.
After ravaging Senior Sister's body, something inside me felt utterly broken.
My young flesh was an uncontrollable volcano.
The slightest friction from the saddle, the subtle vibrations in the shaking carriage, or even a glimpse of her white nape—my lower body would rear up ferociously.
The heat boiling deep in my gut couldn't be quelled by reciting martial arts incantations.
It was closer to primal hunger.
Whenever it struck, I sought Senior Sister like a starving beast.
Time and place meant nothing.
On the narrow inn bed, behind rocks on quiet forest paths, even amid the jolts of the moving carriage—I burrowed into her clothes.
An ordinary woman might have recoiled in disgust from my beastly desires.
But Senior Sister was different.
"Haa... Yi Yi. So full of energy again today."
She'd feign sternness with a scolding, then soon accept me with a flushed face.
Without a hint of reluctance, she willingly took my hot, sticky lust into her body.
When my massive shaft squeezed between her narrow cleavage, she'd moan deeply, squeezing my pillar tight with her voluptuous breasts.
The friction of her soft flesh against my throbbing veins was fiercer than thunder, more intense than inner power cultivation, shaking my brain.
Sometimes her small red lips engulfed my ferocious desire.
Even against the beastly violence of thrusting deep into her throat, she'd choke with tears in her eyes but never let go of my member.
Instead, she'd swirl her tongue, licking the sensitive tip to devour every drop of my boiling yang.
With hands, breasts, mouth. She became the vessel silently accepting all my whims and passions.
Each time hot white essence splattered across her white face or breasts, she'd wipe my sweat with a languid smile.
The sacred journey to Wudang was thus stained every night with the thick scent of plum blossoms and the musky tang of semen.
Hundreds of swords formed a forest, and thousands of people surged like waves.
Mount Wudang, one of the famed peaks of the world, welcomed us with its overwhelming majesty.
The Dragon-Phoenix Tournament. The grand festival where the stars of the martial world gathered to select the dragon and phoenix to lead the next generation was packed with a sea of people.
The moment we entered the sect grounds, gasps and murmurs erupted everywhere.
All directed at my Senior Sister, Plum Blossom Yeon.
Eight years ago, she'd overwhelmed renowned masters and earned the title "Sword Queen."
"No way, who is that? Isn't that Plum Blossom Yeon?"
"The Plum Blossom Sword Star of Mount Hua has arrived!"
From Wudang elders to nameless sect disciples, the eyes of those who recognized her shone with awe and admiration.
Senior Sister returned their gazes with elegant clasped hands, never losing her composure.
Straight-backed with a gentle smile.
She was the very picture of a martial prodigy, a hero revered by all.
But standing beside her, I felt myself shrinking in the dazzling scene.
"This is my junior brother, Yi Yi. He'll raise Mount Hua's name at this Dragon-Phoenix Tournament, so please take good care of him."
"I... I'm Yi Yi, second-generation disciple of Mount Hua Sect."
Each time Senior Sister placed a hand on my shoulder to introduce me, gazes pierced me like arrows.
The moniker "that Plum Blossom Yeon's junior brother" felt less like praise and more like a heavy shackle around my neck.
Their eyes mixed curiosity, expectation, and subtle doubt: "That kid?"
I could only manage stiff, awkward greetings.
Senior Sister's expectations, the sect's honor, the weight of all those stares—it crushed my shoulders like a boulder.
Suddenly, amid that heavy pressure, the crowd parted left and right.
People stepped back as if a massive beast cleaved through the forest.
And at the end of that path strode an overwhelming presence.
The Hebei Peng Clan banner fluttered in the wind, but the heavy footsteps shaking the ground arrived first.
The approaching figure was that of a woman, yet her aura resembled a thousand-catty blade.
"Soyeon! Long time no see."
"Sister, have you been well?"
Peng Soyeon. The young lady of the Hebei Peng Clan.
When she stood before us, I felt my breath catch.
She towered over me by a head, nearly seven feet tall.
It wasn't just height.
Her exposed forearms were thicker than most men's thighs, and her taut martial robes revealed a body rippling with wild, horse-like muscles.
Above all, her breasts seized the gaze.
Trapped beneath a single thin layer of cloth, the massive mounds heaved threateningly with each breath.
She was pure condensed vitality in flesh form.
The heavy sway with every step exuded a violent sensuality that instinctively stirred male urges.
She wasn't a conventional beauty.
Thick brows, a strong jawline, eyes gleaming like a predator's.
Yet the sweat trickling down her feral face, sliding along her collarbone into that vast cleavage, held a strangely thirst-inducing eroticism.
"Haa, the air on Mount Hua must still be pure. Your skin looks even more radiant, Sister."
"No, you've gotten even prettier yourself."
Her husky, powerful voice rang in my ears.
She grinned at Senior Sister, her smile brimming with unfeigned boldness.
Then her gaze flicked past Senior Sister to me, rigid and tense.
It was the sharp scrutiny of a hunter sizing up prey.
"Ho. This little one's the baby brother you mentioned back then? He's in the tournament?"
"Yeah. He just came of age, so I brought him out for some experience."
Her massive shadow engulfed me.
A primal, overwhelming wild energy—utterly different from Senior Sister's elegance—loomed right in my face.