Chapter 27
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 27
Chapter Title: The Vast Ocean
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As soon as dawn broke, I bolted out and scoured the foothills of Mount Wudang like a man possessed, but my only gains were blisters on my soles and sweat soaking through my collar.
Exhausted upon my return, I lay sprawled like a frog on the pavilion bench where Senior Disciple was resting.
Senior Disciple dabbed at the sweat beading on my nose with a white handkerchief.
Each touch of her hand, scented with the faint aroma of tea, briefly cooled the burning impatience raging within me.
"It's impossible to search such a vast area alone. Wouldn't it be better to wait patiently for news from the Beggars' Sect brothers?"
Her calm advice made my frustration boil over.
Still face-down, I twisted my head sharply to glare at her.
"How do you know when that will be! Why won't you help me, Sister? I'm running around until my feet are swollen, and you're just sitting there sipping tea. That's too much."
At my whining, Senior Disciple raised an eyebrow and set down her teacup.
"Oh, listen to you. It's your own carelessness that lost your item—why should I step in? I've already pulled strings with the Beggars' Sect for you. That's more than enough. This is karma you need to face and learn from yourself."
Her words were so coldly logical that I was left speechless.
She clearly saw even this situation as a trial for my training.
It wasn't wrong, but to me, burning with urgency, it felt utterly heartless.
With a deep sigh, I snatched the hand that had been wiping my sweat and pulled it to my cheek.
The cool, smooth palm against my fevered skin sent a strange thrill racing up my spine.
I rubbed my face against her hand, letting out a pitiful groan.
"Ugh... You're right a hundred times over, Sister... Haah, but what if that thief has already swallowed it whole?"
Senior Disciple didn't pull her hand away, instead admonishing me in a low, gentle voice.
"If that's the case, then so be it—that's fate. It wasn't truly yours to begin with, or meant to stay by your side. Clinging desperately will only bring pain. You must also learn to let go."
"I know... I know it in my head. But..."
I pressed my lips firmly against her palm before murmuring.
"It doesn't come as easily as all that."
Senior Disciple glanced around once.
Thankfully, the pavilion was quiet, and the owner was dozing off with his head nodding.
A faint smile played on her lips as she leaned forward, bringing her face close to my prone one.
Strands of her hair tickled my cheek.
"Such a baby."
My weary face reflected in her eyes.
She gently cupped my chin and slowly lowered her head.
A warm, moist sensation settled on my lips.
It was a brief but profound kiss, heavy with energy.
Her breath seeped between our touching lips, igniting a faint spark in my parched dantian.
"If a moment truly comes that you can't bear, then your sister—and Mount Hua—will help you. But for now, face it with your own strength. Isn't tasting the bitterness of the jianghu firsthand better than hearing the sect leader's stuffy sermons a hundred times?"
Her murmuring breath against my lips grew hot.
Heat surged below as well, swelling with tension.
Anxiety, tension, and her sweet comfort mingled, stirring my instincts.
Senior Disciple followed my gaze downward.
Her eyes curved slyly as she noted the prominent outline through the thin fabric.
"My, still full of life, I see? You were moping like you'd lost the world, yet here's proof your spirit hasn't faded."
Before her words finished, her cool hand slipped unhesitatingly into my waistband.
It slid between my pants and gripped my burning core.
My hips bucked involuntarily as her cold fingers teased the sensitive glans.
"Hah... Wait, just a moment. What if someone sees...?"
I startled, glancing around frantically.
The owner's head was still slumped, but this open spot could have anyone barge in at any time.
Cold sweat trickled down my back.
A strange excitement, laced with shame and taboo, wrapped around my body.
"Shh. Your voice is too loud."
Senior Disciple pressed a finger to my lips as if scolding me.
But her hand below showed no sign of stopping.
If anything, it grew bolder and more insistent.
Her cool palm firmly grasped my throbbing, swollen member.
Her touch was as skilled and precise as wielding a sword.
Each stroke of her knuckles along the veined shaft sent jolts of pleasure stabbing up my spine to my brain.
"Hngh..."
I bit my lip to stifle a moan.
Senior Disciple's thumb pressed and rubbed the tip of my engorged glans, tormenting the urethral opening.
"Seeing it so hard, your vitality clearly hasn't waned."
She calmly lifted her teacup to her lips with one hand while relentlessly toying with my desire with the other.
The up-and-down strokes quickened gradually.
In the hidden space beneath the tablecloth, the secret teasing unfolded.
The faint rustle of fabric and slick, wet sounds blended into the pavilion's silence.
"Hngh... Urgh, Sister..."
I gripped the table edge tightly, helplessly at the mercy of her hand.
My mind blanked white, only the sensations pooling in my lower body vivid and alive.
Whether this was training or depraved play, I couldn't tell.
But in this moment, the summoning talisman's whereabouts faded completely from my mind.
Senior Disciple gazed at my flushed face with interest, squeezing and stroking upward along the slick shaft.
"Hmm... By now, it should all be out... Are you holding back? Or has a hand become too little for you now?"
She tilted her head, staring straight into my eyes.
Her words hit home, making my face burn.
In a way, both were true.
I wanted to prolong this heat in her grasp, forcing myself to endure, but after tasting Peng Soyeon's hot, tight depths, a hand alone couldn't fully recreate that day's ecstasy.
"I don't know... It really feels like someone might see."
I averted my eyes, mumbling.
My voice trembled with shame and arousal.
Suddenly, Senior Disciple said something out of left field.
"Chrysanthemum tea cools the body and soothes dizziness."
"Uh... Yes?"
Bewildered, I blinked as she lifted her teacup again.
She filled her mouth with the lukewarm chrysanthemum tea but didn't swallow.
Instead, she shifted subtly closer to me, mouth full.
Our thighs pressed together in intimate proximity.
Her sweet body scent mingled with the bitter chrysanthemum aroma, dizzyingly teasing my nose.
She lowered her head slowly, so very slowly.
"Mmph...!"
Her head vanished below the table, burrowing between my legs.
Soon, wet warmth enveloped my core.
Senior Disciple swallowed my burning member whole, along with the cold tea in her mouth.
"Hah...!"
The bizarre harmony of cold tea and hot mucosa.
The unfamiliar stimulation, beyond imagination, made my hips jerk violently.
Her tongue swam through the tea, coiling around my shaft, while her constricted throat clenched and milked the glans.
In her mouth, the clash of cold tea and hot tongue was pure ecstasy at extremes.
Chrysanthemum tea cools the body's heat by nature, yet this chill only fanned the flames in my dantian fiercer.
As the cold liquid stimulated my sensitive skin, her hot tongue slithered in like a serpent, wrapping the shaft.
In the chaos of hot and cold, her mouth was a true abyss of ten thousand zhang.
To keep the tea from spilling, she hollowed her cheeks, pressing her palate and tongue to squeeze my member from all sides.
The pressure was a masterful, seasoned grip unlike Peng Soyeon's—a dominant constriction rich in technique.
"Hrng, urgh...!"
My thighs stiffened against my will.
Shivers raced up my spine, exploding tingling at my scalp.
I could endure no more.
The essence gathered in my dantian burst forth like a dam breaking.
She accepted every thick spurt without spilling a drop.
Faintly, I heard the sound of my semen, mixed with tea, sliding down her throat.
"Haa... Haa..."
After the intense release, strength drained from my body, leaving me limp.
A dizzying bliss spun my vision.
Moments later, Senior Disciple emerged from under the table.
Her lips glistened with tea, but her expression was serene, as if she'd just savored a sip.
She slowly lifted the teacup, took a final sip, and rinsed her mouth before swallowing.
Her poise was so composed and elegant that I doubted this was the same woman who'd just taken my release.
I stared at her, dazed and entranced.
Captivated by her aura blending sanctity and sin.
"Um... Yi Yi. You should pull up your pants soon. You look a bit pathetic like that."
Her playful voice snapped me back.
Startled, I looked down—my pants undone, my spent member dangling exposed, flushed and raw.
I hastily yanked them up, scanning around.
Thankfully, the dozing owner was still lost in dreams.