Four Ounces Deflects a Thousand Pounds (8)
Four Ounces Deflects a Thousand Pounds (8)
In the middle of the empty training ground.
I lay sprawled on the floor, and Hong Ye, her face dyed bright red, had her hand placed on my chest. Her heart was nowhere near mine, but meeting her eyes alone was enough to feel my pulse pounding.
Her stoic expression had half-crumbled, her eyes darting about as if at a loss, and her face, flushed red from the ears outward, gave her a unique charm. Hong Ye had told me she liked me.
There were no better words I could have heard, yet at the same time, there were still many things to consider.
I shook my head and said,
"...I have a wife."
"I don't mind even if I'm your second wife."
I shook my head once more. Then I looked at her and said,
"...I am a man who, by nature, likes women, so I will keep adding wives. I'm a man of great greed."
At those words, Hong Ye seemed briefly taken aback. She tapped my chest lightly with her fingers for a moment, then spoke.
"If you add more women, will you cast me aside?"
The sight of her hanging her head and speaking like that looked so utterly pitiful. Her expression wasn't clearly visible, but a covertly hidden anxiety seemed to crawl out and ensnare her. I looked at the hand resting on my chest.
Hong Ye was a very strong woman. If I rejected a woman like her, who was setting aside her pride to propose, who knew what sort of disaster would befall me as a consequence. Besides, I liked her copper-toned skin and firm figure far too much. I wanted to bury my face in her buttocks, and I wanted to rub my dick between her thighs.
"No. I will not discard you."
Saying so, I clasped her hand. No further shabby explanation was necessary.
What better way to express that I would not discard her than by intertwining our fingers? Our fingers moved as if exchanging blows. When one of us reached a hand forward, the other deflected it and slipped into the other's embrace. I seized that hand and reached my own toward her again.
Our fingers tangled and palms met, continuing a childish struggle for dominance. Right now, Hong Ye wanted me to stay lying down, and I wanted to flip my body over and pin her beneath me.
In broad daylight, and for lewd purposes, the fingertips of a man and a woman touched and wrestled back and forth repeatedly.
Immersed in that wordless hand fight, when I absentmindedly turned my head to look at her, I saw a foolish face wearing the exact same expression as mine, wholly absorbed in the finger wrestling match.
"Pfft...."
And Hong Ye laughed first. The tension released, her slackened face formed a natural smile. I reached my hand toward her cheek. The moment I reached out, her laughing face stiffened anxiously as if she had never laughed at all, and with a dizzy look, she gazed down at her own chest.
When my hand rode up her stomach and approached her chest, she closed her eyes for a moment, and when it finally reached her cheek, only then did she realize what I intended to do and glared at me with a face like a carrot.
"Laugh a little more."
I genuinely liked the sight of her laughing.
Hong Ye shook her head at my words and said,
"I-I was not laughing."
"Your laughing face is more beautiful."
"Th-Then...."
While she was flustered, I raised my body. I wrapped my arm around her waist and kissed her. Hong Ye's eyes went round, then she closed them and opened her mouth. The first time we kissed, she had only rubbed her lips like a child, but now we were rubbing each other's tongues and mingling saliva.
"Hhup...! Haa...!"
Her breathing was ragged. A sweet scent hung thick in the air. Living in a room hung with sachets, she gave off a lovely fragrance every time she moved. Saliva glistened on her lips, and her pupils were clouded, but her gaze was still vividly burning.
I raised my hand to her chest. Hong Ye watched my actions with a dazed look, then flinched her shoulders when our skin touched. Following that, when my hand tried to remove her martial uniform, she shook her head and withdrew her body.
"N-No, we cannot."
Seeing her reaction of refusal, I stopped my actions. Hong Ye tightly grasped my hand, which was just about to bury itself in her chest, and pushed it back. I considered forcing it, but I realized she was stronger than me anyway and meekly lowered my hand.
"Why is that?"
Hong Ye said in a shy voice,
"N-Not here...."
Only then did I look around again. This place was a training ground where people cultivated their martial arts. Once we finished using it, others would hold one-on-one private lessons here, or they would correct each other's postures or meditate.
As a disciple of the Taiji Sect, it was natural that she would not want to defile this place.
As a fellow martial artist, I had to respect this point to a certain degree.
"My thinking was short-sighted."
Personally, sprinkling semen in a place like this was to my taste, but was a married couple's relationship not about compromising with each other? I figured that later, once we could understand each other a little more, she too would come to appreciate how pleasurable it was to enjoy a secret tryst in a sacred place.
When I spoke respectfully, Hong Ye nodded. At a glance, she seemed to let out a sigh of relief. She brushed down her chest and stood up. Then she lowered her voice. With just a brief deep breath, she calmed her heated body right back down.
A voice so upright and blunt rang out that it was hard to believe she was the woman who had been clinging to me and flirting moments ago.
"....The direct disciple of the Yang Family Taijiquan Gate, Yang Hong-ye, judges that Docheol the Great Hero, who sought tutelage, has completed the basics of Taijiquan."
And she took a fist-wrapping salute toward me. I matched her greeting and reciprocated the hand gesture.
"I have received your teachings."
I had done it a bit hastily, so the form was sloppy, but the sight of two people facing each other and bowing in the wide training ground looked quite impressive. No sooner had my voice ended than Hong Ye continued speaking.
"Sect Leader Docheol of the Crimson Ring Sect. I hope that, going forward, you will wield the basics of Taijiquan learned here to practice your own chivalry. Thank you for following my guidance thus far."
And we exchanged greetings once more.
As if we were parting ways, we lowered our heads toward each other with a suitable distance between us.
When we raised our heads again, Hong Ye was rolling her eyes with her face dyed bright red, and I felt my body heat up with excitement.
It was probably because we both knew what kind of conversation would follow once this formal greeting ended.
Both she and I, we were the same.
"Well then...."
Now that we had confirmed our love, it was time to stamp the seal. We needed a place to continue the thick, amorous acts we had been trying to get drunk on, sucking each other's tongues and groping each other's chests.
Hong Ye lowered her hand from the fist-wrapping salute and wiggled her fingers. Her long fingers repeatedly tied themselves into knots and loosened again. She kept stealing glances at me, and I had to make an effort to control my breathing.
"H-How about my room...."
And Hong Ye opened her mouth. She seemed to have reached her limit just saying those words.
"Will it be alright?"
I asked back because I knew where her room was. It was set apart from the lodgings of the other sect disciples, but it was fairly close to the Grandmaster's room and adjacent to a corridor that people frequently passed through.
"I-It is alright. B-But.... I have to clean first, and finish my duties as well, so I would be grateful if you came after the sun sets."
Hong Ye was inflexible even in this situation. That image of her, refusing to sleep with me until she had finished all her daily tasks, only excited me further. What great fortune it was to see a master whose level surpassed mine act so timid and shy.
"Understood. Then I shall wait."
Saying so, I straightened out the wrinkles in my trousers. It was also to cover up the bulge of my genitals that had stiffened from the thoughts I'd had moments ago.
"Ah, w-well then...."
Hong Ye trailed off and walked out carefully. She straightened her back and walked with posture as upright as ever, yet strangely, her body seemed a bit stiffer this time.
Wondering if she, too, let her composure slip when she was tense, I laughed.
I wanted to quickly grab hold of her firm buttocks, whose outline was visible even through her martial uniform.
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Zhuge Yeong-yu was sitting in an inn, twirling noodles around his chopsticks. He was flipping through a book with one hand, but his expression was full of boredom.
"My lord."
He instantly turned his head at the voice calling him, but upon realizing the source was an informant from Chengdu, he frowned again. The informant, flustered by the rapid change in expression, said,
"Aigo, my lord. No matter how you look at it, why do you frown the moment you see me? Did you perhaps have an appointment to meet someone else?"
Zhuge Yeong-yu unfolded his book again and said,
"Not really. Is there some new piece of news?"
When he posed the question in a tone full of Go Pung-like flair, the informant sat down at the table as if he had been waiting and said,
"I heard some amusing news from Shaanxi. It's about the Rock-Shattering Sword of the Zhongnan Sect, Jong Yuseop."
Zhuge Yeong-yu turned his head. The informant, seeing Yeong-yu's reaction, continued in an excited tone.
"They say that not long ago, he received some kind of letter and suddenly vomited blood and collapsed. They say he suffered a light internal injury, but the Zhongnan Sect is keeping the reason tightly under wraps, so no one knows."
Zhuge Yeong-yu rubbed his chin. After thinking for a moment, he realized what had happened and smiled.
"Uahahaht!"
His laughter rang throughout the inn.