Chapter 12
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 12
Chapter Title: Finally Arrived at Mount Wudang
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Through the gap in the window lattice, the pale blue light of dawn seeped in during the late Ox Hour.
Mount Wudang's morning air was bitingly cold, enough to cut into the skin, but my back was already slick with sweat.
It was the tension ahead of the decisive battle that had shattered my light sleep.
The moment I opened my eyes, my gaze instinctively turned to the bed beside me.
Senior Disciple's curvaceous silhouette lay exposed above the thin blanket, shrouded in the dim darkness.
Her steady breathing was the only sound filling the room's silence, and her words from yesterday echoed in my ears.
That firm voice telling me to trust in Mount Hua's time.
As I rose from my spot, I tensed my toes to avoid the floorboards creaking.
Like a stealthy stray cat, I held my breath and took one step, then two.
Before I knew it, my feet had reached the side of Senior Disciple's bed.
A sweet, cloying scent—plum blossoms or her body fragrance, I couldn't tell—tickled my nose, igniting a hot lump deep in my gut.
It was the desire I'd suppressed yesterday, revived by the dawn's pure energy.
Carefully, I lifted the edge of the blanket and slipped into that warm burrow.
As my cold body touched her, Senior Disciple twitched.
"Mm... Yi Yi...? What's wrong?"
"I can't sleep..."
"Alright. Come here."
Her voice, husky and sleepy, flowed out languidly.
Even half-asleep, she naturally turned, wrapping her arms around my shoulders.
Her embrace was as warm and cozy as the nook by the brazier in midwinter.
I groaned and buried my face in the nape of her neck.
The moment my lips touched her soft skin, I heard the snap of my reason breaking.
My hands slithered like snakes under the hem of her nightclothes.
Tracing her smooth waistline upward to grasp the base of her full breasts, her body stiffened with a jolt.
"Hah... Yi Yi, it's morning... No."
Senior Disciple weakly pushed my hand away, murmuring in protest.
"The tournament starts today... We should hold back..."
But contrary to her words, her legs were already parting around my thigh.
A resistance too feeble to be genuine refusal.
I nibbled her earlobe while sliding my hand down to her waistband.
She furrowed her brows in feigned distress but subtly lifted her hips, making space for me to slip off her pants.
Her lips whispered no, but her body was already flushed and ready to welcome me.
The dawn's silence was broken only by ragged breaths and slick friction sounds.
Our clothes lay scattered on the floor, and on the white sheets, our two bodies writhed as one.
We hadn't crossed that final line yet, but the heat between us burned hotter than the center of the arena.
Each time my rough hands touched her pale skin, red plum blossoms seemed to bloom.
Like a starving beast, I buried my face between her ample breasts.
Licking the soft flesh with my tongue tip before sucking hard on her reddened nipple, her body arched and bucked wildly.
"Hnnngh, Yi Yi... Too, too rough...!"
Senior Disciple clutched my head, throwing her own back.
Her exposed white throat quivered.
My swollen member was already slick with precum, and the crevice between her thighs was drenched.
I rubbed my hot shaft against that wet spring.
Each time the tip grazed her sensitive clit or slick entrance, she let out piercing moans.
"Ah, aaah... It's touching... There...!"
Her thighs clamped tightly around my waist.
Savoring the pressure, I quickened my hip thrusts.
Slippery fluids and sweat acted as lubricant, filling the room with the sound of flesh on flesh.
The thick, wet smacks—schlick, schlick—stimulated my eardrums more lewdly than any instrument.
Senior Disciple dug her nails into my back, writhing in ecstasy.
Her soft lower belly and inner thighs enveloped my rigid cock, amplifying the pleasure.
Even without entering her, it felt like her whole body was devouring me.
"Haa, Senior Disciple... I'm gonna cum. I can't hold back anymore..."
"Hnn... It's okay, Yi Yi... Let it all out... On my belly..."
She caressed my cheek with hazy eyes.
At her permission, I pistoned my hips madly.
Plunging beast-like toward her navel or cleavage, I summoned my final essence.
The heat surging from my dantian crossed the tipping point.
With a short grunt, white turbidity erupted from my tip.
Hot semen splattered across her white abdomen and breasts.
Gush after gush. She accepted the full load onto her skin without a hint of disgust.
The white patterns painted on her body were sinfully, bizarrely beautiful.
Panting heavily, I collapsed into her arms, and she gently stroked my sweat-matted hair.
Beneath the dawn's glow, we lay tangled like that for a while, sharing our warmth.
That fleeting peace shattered like glass at the sudden intrusion of presence, storm-like.
Senior Disciple's eyes widened abruptly, and urgent hands shoved my shoulders.
Thud.
I tumbled into the narrow, dark gap beside the bed, dazed and opening my mouth in bewilderment.
"Senior Disciple, what the hel—"
But before my lips could part fully, the door burst open, and a familiar, imposing shadow flooded the room.
"Big Sis! Morning greetings! Cold this early? You've got the blanket pulled all the way up to your chin?"
It was Peng Soyeon. The giant warrior woman who'd eyed me like a bug yesterday was shattering the morning with her booming voice.
I huddled under the bed, barely breathing.
Cold sweat trickled down my spine.
Senior Disciple's body still bore the sticky traces of my desire, unsightly and unresolved.
If we were caught? The mere thought filled me with terror.
From atop the bed, Senior Disciple pulled the blanket to her chin and feigned composure, steadying her voice.
But she couldn't hide that subtle tremor.
"Oh, Soyeon? What brings you here so early? I was a bit tired and overslept."
Her voice was higher than usual, oddly sticky.
As if the recent passion still clung to her vocal cords.
Peng Soyeon strode into the room and plopped down on a chair.
"Overslept? The sun's already high! Has Mount Hua's discipline gotten that lax? Hmm... And where's that pretty-boy junior from yesterday? Already off training?"
Her eyes swept the room.
My heart pounded against my ribs.
Senior Disciple fidgeted under the covers, hastily tucking stray hair behind her ear, flashing a serpentine, seductive smile.
Her flushed cheeks and dewy eyes looked suspicious to anyone, but fortunately, Peng Soyeon seemed oblivious.
Or rather, she chalked it up to fatigue.
"That kid... Yeah, he went out early to train. Such a diligent boy."
"Hmph, really? Thought he was a total weakling, but that's surprising."
Senior Disciple could vividly feel my semen drying stickily, trickling across her belly and breasts.
Yet she held Peng Soyeon's gaze with a coquettish smile.
The precarious tension blooming in crisis only made her more alluring, paradoxically.
Her eyes curved with a flirtatious glint.
She moistened her dry lips with her tongue tip and spoke softly.
"Soyeon, I'm a mess right now. Sweated a ton last night—afraid it'd scare you. Give me a moment to freshen up."
"Pfft, Big Sis, a mess? The great Plum Blossom Yeon?"
Peng Soyeon snorted but didn't approach further, leaning back in her chair.
She glanced around casually, then lowered her voice.
The weighty tone shed its playfulness, filling instead with a warrior's grave intensity.
"Actually, came to give you a heads-up, just between us sisters."
"...About what?"
"This Dragon-Phoenix Tournament. The Peng Clan’s going big."
Peng Soyeon's eyes gleamed fiercely.
"Not just flexing muscle. What I'll show... is the essence of the Primordial Thunderclap Saber, a secret technique mastered by only a handful of direct Peng Clan lineages."
"Primordial Thunderclap Saber...? Isn't that the ultimate art even your clan head only grasped after a decade in seclusion?"
Senior Disciple's eyes widened in genuine shock.
Peng Soyeon smirked smugly, nodding.
"Exactly. They all think I'm just a brute girl with raw power, but I'll show those arrogant Wudang bastards and Nangong Clan pups exactly what a true blade weighs. This tournament? I'm the star. Look forward to it, Sis."
Her confidence overflowed into arrogance.
But as the Peng Clan's young miss, she had every right.
Hiding under the bed, I swallowed dryly, overwhelmed by her radiating dominance.
"Impressive... To reach that level, Soyeon. This gathering will be your stage."
"Haha, knew you'd get it, Sis."
Peng Soyeon laughed heartily, rising from her seat.
Her heavy aura swept the room once before dissipating.
"Anyway, take care of yourself. And keep that frail junior in check. Wouldn't want my saber wind shredding even his clothes."
As Peng Soyeon gripped the door handle, she paused.
She turned, scanning the room again—and the bed where Senior Disciple lay.
Her senses sharp as a beast's. My heart nearly stopped.
"But Sis."
"...Yes?"
Peng Soyeon sniffed the air, a strange smile curling her lips.
Her mouth twisted slyly.
"The room's air is so stuffy. Kinda fishy too."
"......"
"Better air it out. Wonder what you were up to all night for a smell like this."