The Kirin of the Hengshan Sect (11)
The Kirin of the Hengshan Sect (11)
"Haa...! Haa...!"
If Im Seo-ryeon's room had a spirit, it would have grumbled about the new occupant's lewd and bizarre habits—how every night she filled the room with obscene sounds, soaked the floor, and did unspeakable things with her sword. Once it had dispensed with that opening and attracted an audience, it would launch into a detailed account from the very beginning. It would say it had once seen someone addicted to drugs, and she would crawl into the room on all fours, flailing her hands like a desperate addict searching for a fix.
The moment she entered and shut the door, she would pull down her undergarments partway, leaving them bunched around her thighs, and crawl on all fours, eyes darting like a wild beast's as she hunted for the sword hilt or a pillow.
Moisture would trickle down her thighs, soaking her undergarments. With trembling hands she would seize the scabbard, her face lighting up like an addict finding their drug. She would hug the sword and crawl into the bedding, burrowing like an animal into its den, lowering herself.
Then, she would wrap the sword in a thin blanket, stand the blunt scabbard upright between her legs, and begin to rock her hips. From the first touch of the scabbard, she would stare into the air and let out a lascivious voice, and each time she rocked her hips and soaked the cloth, it would become more passionate.
"Aah...! Aack! Aang! Haa...! Aah!"
Im Seo-ryeon was the very picture of an animal. With the scabbard wedged between her legs, she gripped it and shook it as though thrusting. At first she kept her back straight, bouncing and savoring the pleasure, but soon she leaned forward, hips lifting.
"Aack! Ah! Aang! Aaang!"
Then, pounding up and down like grinding a mortar, she slammed her privates against the blunt edge of the scabbard. Wrapped in cloth, it sank deep between her folds as if truly penetrating, and each time it pulled out, Im Seo-ryeon clung to the electrifying sensation and rocked her hips even faster.
After a few trance-like bucks, a tingling sensation would shoot to the crown of her head.
"Ah... Aaaah...! Aah...!"
Her vision would go white, and at last she would reach climax.
"Ah...! Aah...!"
That was how it had always been—until now.
"Haa...! Haa...! Haa...!"
But when she slumped her waist and tossed the sword aside, Im Seo-ryeon's eyes wavered. Her body could not reach climax. The pleasure continued, but she couldn't push over the final edge.
Until yesterday, soothing herself had been enough, but now her body wouldn't even cool down. She was only torturing herself in frustration. Im Seo-ryeon couldn't understand. She had moved more violently than yesterday, had comforted herself, so why?
She grabbed the sword once more.
"Aah...!"
When the tip of the scabbard grazed her slit, she involuntarily closed her eyes and moaned. Her body was so hot and sensitive that the slightest touch made her eyes flutter; it felt like just a little more shaking and she would come at once.
"Aah! Aang! Ang!"
Once more, she moved her hips and the scabbard together, in an ugly posture, slamming her buttocks against the scabbard as moans escaped her.
"Aah! Aang! Ang!"
If anyone had opened the door at that moment, they would have witnessed the bizarre sight of a first-rate master of the Hengshan Sect, her buttocks fully exposed, rocking up and down against her scabbard. Each time she struck it—
Jjeok
Jjeok
Jjeok
—a sound like a cudgel being struck rang out. When she placed the tip of the scabbard against that spot and rubbed in circles, the cloth's friction made a continuous sound, like unwrapping cloth from a big box.
"Aah...! Aaaah...! Aah...!"
And after repeating this over and over, gasping and groaning at the limits of the pleasure she could reach—
"Haa...! Haa...! Ah...!"
In the end, she found herself unable to climax.
"Wh-why...!"
She couldn't understand.
Im Seo-ryeon couldn't understand anything—why her body was like this, what she should do next.
She simply collapsed onto the floor, wrapped herself tightly in the blanket, wedged a pillow between her legs, and had no choice but to console herself by rocking her hips.
"Haa...! J-just a little more...! Ah...!"
Of course, she never reached climax.
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"That will be all for today,"
Today, too, Docheol ended the massage with a blunt, resolute face. Once again, she had been stopped just short of climax. With her hair disheveled, she glared at Docheol with a terrifying look. In that moment when she momentarily abandoned the dignity of the orthodox sect, Docheol shuddered slightly at the glare but walked out without a change of expression.
"Huk..! Huk...!"
Im Seo-ryeon actually knew the solution.
It required only a single phrase.
"My body is so hot I feel like I'm going crazy. Please, resolve this."
If she just said that, Docheol and Seon-go would have no choice but to grant her request.
But at the same time, uttering those words felt like shattering the pride and chastity within her. The pride, the ethical views, the pure way of seeing the world she had built through studying the Dao at the Hengshan Sect and meditating on the principles of the universe—all of it would crumble.
So she could do nothing but glare at Docheol or send subtle hints to Seon-go. In the martial world, pride was as precious as life. She simply could not cast aside her pride and ask to be treated like a vulgar bitch.
Thus the days passed, one by one.
"Aaah...! Aack...! Ugh...!"
"That will be all for today."
Another day, Docheol stopped everything just before she could climax. And Seon-go, following Docheol's orders, silently dressed Im Seo-ryeon.
There was nothing Im Seo-ryeon could do.
Since they had a mutual agreement, she had to receive the massage, and saying she wanted more would wound her pride.
When she returned home in a state of surging pleasure, no matter how many times she tried to resolve it alone, her body wouldn't calm, so she couldn't even sleep properly. At night, she would claw at the bedding in a frenzy of pleasure. In the morning, when the massage opened her Qi Sense again, pleasure beyond imagination would dominate her mind.
Thus, the tenth day passed.
Im Seo-ryeon thought she was resisting, but in truth, her body was being tamed. The moment the massage opened her Qi Sense, her body would imagine the caresses and pleasure to come, growing wet and excited.
A body that had started arousing itself craved ever greater pleasure, so Im Seo-ryeon barely slept and was nearly going mad.
She couldn't sleep; her body was on the verge of collapsing from pleasure. Tamed as she was, just receiving the massage made her whole body twitch and her eyes lose focus.
Even if she were thrown to the secret operatives of the Demonic Cult, she wouldn't suffer such torture. But with her reason already half gone, she couldn't even think that this situation was abnormal. There was only one thing she wanted now: to climax.
Just one climax—one that would make her scream like an animal and blow her mind away.
A climax so intense it would make her faint from pleasure she had never felt before.
On the eleventh day.
Im Seo-ryeon climbed onto the wooden floor on trembling legs.
When she entered, she first glanced at Seon-go's fingers. Seon-go looked her over and averted her gaze. Im Seo-ryeon stared at Docheol with hazy eyes.
Docheol spoke in a relaxed tone as he gave instructions to Seon-go.
"Let's work hard today as well. I am merely grateful for your help."
Seon-go nodded at Docheol's order and carefully extended her hand. Im Seo-ryeon, without thinking, took off her outer garment and draped the cloth over her as usual. Everything was the same as always.
Docheol began the massage slowly, starting from her back. As usual, the Qi Sense throughout her body began to stir, and her body heated up. Subtly, Docheol touched the sensitive areas not covered by the cloth, awakening her sexual sensations. Im Seo-ryeon began to moan with her eyes closed.
"Ah... Ah... ."
And Seon-go began to caress her body. The hand that had been gradually creeping toward her inner thighs now openly kneaded her buttocks and pressed her thighs.
"Ah...! Aah...!"
And today, just as she was about to climax,
"We'll end it here today."
Docheol cruelly announced the end of the massage.
"Ah...! Aah...!"
Im Seo-ryeon raised her body. Her eyes widened, filled with desperation. She had removed her upper garment, leaving her breasts exposed, but she paid no attention. She was just beginning to burn up.
Now that the massage had opened her Qi Sense, if not right now, she couldn't properly taste pleasure.
Her body was heating up on its own. She was already rubbing her legs together, and her core was growing wet.
Go back in this state?
Endure another day like hell?
Her hand promptly grabbed Docheol. Docheol stared at her blankly and said,
"What is it?"
"Haa...! Haa...!"
Docheol saw her—mouth open, hair disheveled.
He could see her eyes wide open, an anxious expression on her face.
"T... ."
"T?"
Im Seo-ryeon sucked in a breath, then opened her mouth with difficulty.
"All the way..."
At that moment, Docheol finally smiled.