Hao Sect (12)
Hao Sect (12)
"...Right, enlightenment is a very important matter."
"Forgive me. How could I stay still when the path to first-rate had opened? Isn't the most important thing for a martial artist to raise their realm one step higher?"
"...Of course, that is the most important thing. I am training as well, so I understand fully."
Im Seo-ryeon said she understood. But her sullen expression and pouting lips were the face of someone who did not understand at all. Her eyes were plainly displeased, and she kept glancing sideways at me. If I continued on this topic, I would only worsen her mood.
"Rather than that, let me see your back."
I generously lathered my hands with soap and moved to her back. Im Seo-ryeon, baring her naked back openly, straightened her waist so I could rub more comfortably. With her waist held stiff and erect, she spoke in a stern tone.
"Even so, to carry out such an undertaking and then toss a woman aside—how is that something a man should do? At, at the very least... covering her with a blanket, or... s-something, else..."
She raised her voice as if she had demands, then suddenly lowered it and hesitated. She shook her head, shrank into herself, fidgeted with her fingers, and swayed like a reed whenever I pressed against her back.
I spoke.
"So, how was it, having done it?"
My hand stopped soaping her back and traveled to her buttocks. Soap foam flowed between the cleft of her ass and soaked the small stool. I couldn't see Im Seo-ryeon's expression. The nape of her neck, visible as she hung her head, was smeared with foam and exuded an even more lascivious allure.
"I th-thought I was going to die..."
Im Seo-ryeon said that. But her words betrayed no sense of danger. Even as she spoke, her feet fidgeted, and her fingers laced together of their own accord, playing idly atop her thighs.
"That means it felt that good."
I couldn't see her expression, but her reaction alone told me just how much she had felt.
"...How much oil is left?"
I scooped hot water and poured it over her body. The warm water washed the foam away, and the white suds gathered on the floor in little clusters like an archipelago, riding their own rapids before being sucked down the drain hole.
Ggoreureuk. At the gurgling sound, Im Seo-ryeon's body flinched, as if the sound were reprimanding her.
I scooped another dipperful of water and spoke.
"There is about enough left for one, maybe two more uses."
Im Seo-ryeon asked in a frantic tone.
"Already used that much... Is it... not possible without the oil?"
"You would get hurt. And it would not feel very pleasant either."
Even with oil generously applied, her body had barely endured. Until she grew more accustomed, it was best to keep using oil. Im Seo-ryeon fidgeted with her fingers, then touched her lips. Running a hand over her mouth in thought, she spoke to me.
"...The Dragon Phoenix Gathering will be held soon. Have you, by any chance, received an invitation?"
"I would be grateful if I were invited, but I am merely a man who until yesterday was stuck at second-rate. Why would the Murim Alliance extend an invitation?"
The world under heaven was vast, and countless incidents occurred every single day. After Venerable Geumbok's death, all the incidents tied to him were forgotten, evaporated like steam. It was clear the Murim Alliance had long since forgotten a figure like me as well.
Those with the skill to participate in the Dragon Phoenix Gathering were mostly first-rate or peak masters; there was no place for a brat who had barely scraped into first-rate. Im Seo-ryeon spoke.
"Ah, is... is that so... Even so... couldn't you come to spectate, at least? Even for an uninvited martial artist, it's not against the rules to watch the matches or meet the participants in person."
She was right. The Dragon Phoenix Gathering was a tournament meant to be watched and enjoyed. It wouldn't be strange for any martial artist to attend, exchange private conversation, or deepen friendships. Even without an invitation, my going would pose no problem.
"Perhaps... just perhaps..."
"Perhaps?"
Im Seo-ryeon turned to look at me. When our eyes met, her hesitating lips puckered even more. Like an old woman who had removed her dentures, she sucked her lips in desperately with anxiety, then shook her head and spat them out with a 'Pu' sound.
"...If you do come to the Dragon Phoenix Gathering... then..."
She paused and extended her fingers, tapping lightly at my erect cock, which had stiffened in the bath, and spoke.
"...I will have oil ready and waiting..."
"Was it that pleasurable?"
"...You pervert."
Im Seo-ryeon placed a finger on my glans, pressing hard on the opening where semen would emerge, watching my reaction. When I exhaled and showed that I felt it, she leaned against me with a satisfied face. Her freshly washed body gave off a pleasant scent.
I kneaded her breasts with my foam-covered hands. Just as her back had been dyed white, each movement of my hands dyed her breasts white. Like a marshland disturbed by animal footprints, the once uniform white marks scattered chaotically, leaving foam standing out.
"Haa...! Haa...!"
Deeply aroused moans spilled from Im Seo-ryeon's lips. She stuck out her tongue and stared at me. Pressed together, my cock rubbed against the cleft of her ass, while she ground her cunt against my thigh muscle of her own accord.
Each time she bucked her hips, my thigh grew wet. I couldn't tell whether it was water from her body after bathing, or arousal fluid flowing from her cleft.
I no longer hesitated. I seized her chin, wrapped an arm around her waist, and kissed her, pushing my tongue inside.
"Heung-eut..! Eu-eut...! Heup...!"
I slid the hand around her waist lower, swept upward over her secret place, then thrust into her cleft to caress her. My cock poked and prodded at her ass, making her buck, while my tongue thrust deep into her mouth, coiling around hers, pulling, dripping saliva, and exhaling breath.
"Chureup...! Heup..! Heueum..! Eueup...! Eup...!"
Startled, Im Seo-ryeon grabbed my shoulders and pushed and pulled, but she used no inner energy. Her eyes flew wide at first, as if resisting, but after our tongues tangled and wrestled a few times, she began sucking my lips of her own accord, pressing her head close, wrapping her hands around my neck, and climbing onto me.
Pressing her waist and breasts against me shamelessly, like a baby climbing onto an adult, she let out coquettish breaths.
"Chueup...! Chureup...! Heueup...!"
Silence returned to the bathhouse, save for the brazen sound of saliva mingling and churning as our tongues tangled. Even as we toyed with each other's lips, our hands stayed busy. Mine thrust into her cleft, pinching and teasing her clit and nipples, while hers, clumsy as they were, grabbed my cock and shook it up and down.
Each time we exchanged breaths, taking in and releasing, and finally pulled apart with lips thoroughly drenched, Im Seo-ryeon stared at me with a dreamy gaze. When I had sucked and pulled, she stuck out her tongue straight like an awl, and between our faces a strand of white saliva stretched like spider silk before vanishing.
With a face heavily clouded by arousal, Im Seo-ryeon spoke.
"...What is it that we are doing?"
She attempted a stern tone, but her heavily aroused face betrayed no justification or composure—only a clumsy charade propped up by the paltry pride of an orthodox sect expert. I laughed, kneading her breasts.
"You know perfectly well what we have been doing up to now."
"...Do you... understand what this means? Doing this... when you have a wife..."
Im Seo-ryeon offered no resistance as my hands roughly kneaded and pinched her breasts like dough and tugged at her nipples. She rubbed her waist against me, savoring every touch.
"Heroes are prone to lust. You are simply too precious a woman to let go."
"Haa... So from the very beginning... you began the massage... with this intention...?"
"Greed crept in as I went along."
My member prodded at her ass. If I tilted just slightly to the side, I could burrow into her hole and spill my seed deep inside. My hand swept over her secret place, and I gazed at her intently as I spoke.
"What about here?"
"N-no, you mustn't..."
She shook her head. Seeing her desperately shake her head while covering her own cunt, the thought of forcibly taking her virginity did cross my mind.
But I mustn't. She was a woman who clung fiercely to her pride. If I took her by force, everything I had built so far would crumble.
I did not wish for such a thing.
I wanted to see her spread her own cunt and beg me to thrust my cock inside.
I wanted to see the woman who had been an orthodox sect expert and an inspector of the Murim Alliance spread her legs vulgarly and beg me to give her a child.
So I nodded at her words.
"I shall accept that."
"Ah, that... that... b-but if we do it in the rear..."
She said that and pressed herself against me again. I stroked her hair, kissed her once more, and spoke.
"Look forward to tonight. Since I will soon be departing, I shall make it so you cannot forget me."
Im Seo-ryeon's face flushed red, and a strange light dyed her eyes.
She gazed at me with that strange light, then unconsciously rubbed her own lower belly.