143. Mirinae (2)
Mirinae (2)
143. Mirinae (2)
Yeongsan Sect had a peculiar habit. People normally dimmed the lights during sex, but once even Lee Eun-ha reached the Third Stage of the Yin Blossom Art, our night vision became almost as clear as infrared vision during intercourse. We had therefore long since begun doing it with the lights fully on.
"Junior Sister. Even if you have cultivated Yin Blossom Art, it will hurt a little at first. It is better to prepare yourself somewhat."
Son Yeong carefully advised Lee Eun-ha before her first night. This was the same Son Yeong who had once tried to force my cock into her urethra despite not yet possessing the Yin Blossom Art. Seeing her now composedly playing the older sister gave me a vivid sense of how much time had passed. A practitioner of the Yin Blossom Art would not normally suffer during her first experience, but the founder of the Yin-Yang Art probably had not anticipated the existence of such an enormous tool.
"Yes. I know. So, Senior Sisters, please help me."
At Lee Eun-ha's reply, Jeong-hyang, who had been watching from a distance, stepped forward with her eyes glittering.
"Really? Want me to help? I can lick a Jade Gate just as well as I lick a cock. You need to reach the Fourth Stage, Junior Sister, so you have to do it through the anus too. I will get your anus nice and wet for you!"
Lee Eun-ha frowned at Jeong-hyang's excited chatter.
"I don't need that."
"Then shall I do it? If my tongue bothers you, I will use my hands."
Jeong-hyang had been teasing Lee Eun-ha for so long that Lee Eun-ha had grown prickly with her. Son Yeong stepped in and tried talking to her, but Lee Eun-ha shook her head.
"I am the one who taught my Senior Sister how to masturbate. I can prepare myself alone."
"Huh? Then how are we supposed to help?"
"Senior Sisters, first show me yourselves coupling with my Junior Brother. That will be preparation enough. I have a constitution that makes my cunt wet when I watch my Junior Brother take other women, especially peerless beauties such as Senior Sister Jeong."
At this refreshing confession of a sexual proclivity, Jeong-hyang burst out laughing. Son Yeong was a bit flustered, but then again, no one in Yeongsan Sect was normal. We had not made any prior arrangement, but today was Lee Eun-ha's day. As the delighted Jeong-hyang and the dumbfounded Son Yeong stripped off their clothes and climbed onto the bed, Lee Eun-ha calmly began observing their naked bodies.
"But where is Master?"
"She said she would put Cho-ryeong to bed."
"Is not Junior Sister already asleep?"
"We cannot let her wake up and wander around the estate. Now that this Junior Sister will be training in Yin-Yang Art with us, we will have to take turns looking after Cho-ryeong for a while. Master's menstruation will probably start today or tomorrow too. With four of us women, one will always be on her period."
"You all enjoy using your asses anyway, and you use your mouths perfectly well too. Does menstruation really matter?"
Son Yeong stepped in to answer Lee Eun-ha's question.
"Well, it is Master's order. She says a woman who is bleeding is inauspicious and absolutely forbids her from entering the bedchamber."
The most perverted master in Yeongsan Sect was startlingly conservative in the strangest areas. Like it or not, she was our master, and in bed, she held the position of chief wife. If she banned menstruating women from the bedchamber, we had no choice but to obey. I was not exactly starving enough to want to violate a woman on her period anyway.
Having finished her explanation, Son Yeong approached me and gently kissed me. Our tongues mingled thickly. It probably was not related to her sexual preferences, but Son Yeong greatly enjoyed acts involving the tongue. Kissing, oral, caressing. And occasionally, bizarre sounds accompanied by rambling enlightenment. Since our master usually knelt and swallowed my cock, Jeong-hyang naturally claimed my ass, and Son Yeong claimed my lips. Now that a new member had joined, would our positions shift?
While I enjoyed kissing Son Yeong, a sudden cool sensation grazed my lower body. Jeong-hyang was applying the Ice Soul Divine Art, the peerless martial art under heaven and our maternal family's secret technique, to oral sex. What expression would my maternal grandfather, the Ice Palace Lord whose face I had never even seen, make if he found out? Above me, a warm tongue. Below me, a cold tongue. Both stimulated me at once. Once we were sufficiently prepared, Son Yeong pushed me down and climbed on top of me.
The heat pressed against my cock, which had just been inside a cold mouth. This temperature shift was absolutely exquisite. And Son Yeong's uniquely supple, elastic movements. Our master, who obediently accepted everything of mine. Jeong-hyang, who moved, exchanging not just bodies but hearts. Every one of them was truly a supreme woman, but if I considered the act of insertion alone, Son Yeong was the best.
"I never knew Senior Sister Son's face was this beautiful."
Watching Son Yeong’s face twist in ecstasy as she rode me, Lee Eun-ha murmured. Son Yeong gradually increased her pace. Such movement would have been impossible without the strongest physical ability in Yeongsan Sect, which was perhaps why she preferred the woman-on-top position. By now, we knew one another’s timing so well that we could recognize the moment of climax with our eyes closed and without exchanging a word. The instant Son Yeong reached her peak, I released a thrilling load into her vagina, bringing my first ejaculation to an exceptionally quick end.
The cool sensation crept over my heated cock again. Without giving me even a second of rest, Jeong-hyang swallowed my cock and meticulously cleaned off Son Yeong's juices and my semen.
"Wow... she really is doing it anally. People would not believe it. That Senior Sister Jeong, as beautiful as a celestial maiden, copulating through her anus so indecently."
"Hah... what's wrong with my anus? It's still a hole, just like the other one. A-and I am not the immortal here—you're. You're the Medicine Immortal, remember?"
Jeong-hyang talked well in time with the rhythm of her anus being fucked, moaning as she spoke.
"Don't say weird things. Once the copulation is done, clean it thoroughly with your mouth again. The penis that will enter my body—I'd feel a bit disgusted if it had been inside my Senior Sister's anus."
"You... you're so mean, Junior Sister. Later, I'll freeze your anus solid with my tongue!"
"The Shennong Art is a furnace-based martial art. And when it comes to internal energy, I have far more than you."
Their bickering continued even during anal sex. But as Lee Eun-ha had said, witnessing the shocking sight of this peerless beauty—whom one normally could not even make eye contact with—getting fucked anally right in front of her had engulfed her in an ecstasy incomparable to her earlier masturbation. She began sneaking her fingers toward herself. It was probably an unconscious act she did not even notice.
Ever since I had mastered Yang Blossom Art, sex lasted three to four hours minimum. No matter how legendary a woman's sexual technique was, the same stimulation grew boring. Alternating between various sensations—cold and warm, vagina and anus—was best. At last, after I shot a huge load inside Jeong-hyang's bowels too, Son Yeong, who had been waiting, cleaned my cock spotless for Lee Eun-ha.
Finally, it was her turn. Since I hated thinking of Cho-ryeong as a woman, this meant every woman in Yeongsan Sect was now coming into my arms. Her cunt was sufficiently slick, just as she had said. All preparations were now complete.
"Here, we are not Senior Sister and Junior Brother. We're husband and wives. Please call me Mirinae."
"All right. Mirinae."
"Yes. My husband."
When relationships change, forms of address change too. Jeong-hyang, who had already quickly settled on White Wolf and Hyang-a for their mutual titles, was giggling, while Son Yeong spoke to me with a slightly troubled look.
"I know it is an improper form of address, but may I still call you Young Master? In my heart, you have always been the wonderful young master of the Baek Clan Estate who changed my world."
"Do as you like. Yeong-a."
As I gently stroked Son Yeong's hair, I now kissed Lee Eun-ha and held her in my arms.
It was a first kiss that should have been clumsy. But perhaps due to her innate talent, or because she had diligently prepared beforehand with the Yin Blossom Art Son Yeong had taught her, she received me surprisingly skillfully.
"It feels so much better than I thought. I never even imagined a kiss could feel this good."
Enraptured and blushing, Mirinae gazed at me tenderly.
"Copulation will feel even better."
At last, I could touch these enormous breasts. Absurdly huge. And surpassingly soft. Was it all right for human flesh to be this soft? Breasts were fundamentally fatty tissue, so how had a girl who had grown up starving come to possess such voluptuous breasts? In the end, was genetics supreme, no matter the environment?
"Ah!"
The moment my hand lightly brushed her stiff nipple, a soft moan escaped her. The saying that large breasts were less sensitive clearly depended on the person; she responded more keenly than anyone. Unable to resist, I latched onto her nipple and sucked it into my mouth.
"I'm jealous... White Wolf. It's delicious, right?"
Jeong-hyang licked her lips as she asked, watching me suck on the breast.
"What taste would there be? I'm not even producing milk yet."
"But it looks so delicious. Look at White Wolf's face. He is so happy. Junior Sister, you have two breasts. Can't I suck one too?"
"No. Senior Sister, you have pretty breasts too, so why are you always coveting mine?"
"No, Junior Sister. Compared to your breasts, mine are not even breasts. And have not I squeezed a lot of Jeong-hyang’s Milk for you all this time? Huh?"
It was a matter of time anyway. Today or tomorrow, Lee Eun-ha would have no choice but to surrender her breasts to Jeong-hyang. In the end, not wanting her first experience ruined by this absurd squabbling, she silently yielded one breast to Jeong-hyang. Just like that time in the past when our master's cunt and anus had been licked from front and back, we rubbed cheeks like twin babies atop Lee Eun-ha's breasts and sucked them. I could not see Lee Eun-ha's face, but I felt her breathing grow ragged and her body flush with heat. She might say no, but there was no way Jeong-hyang's tongue, trained in Yin Blossom Art, could feel bad.
Preparations were already finished. Her cunt was slick, and Jeong-hyang had already skillfully laid a white cloth under her buttocks. Carefully, slowly, I parted her vaginal opening and entered into her embrace. Now I could definitely feel it: the sensation of tearing through mucous membrane. Having pierced through the strong resistance unique to a virgin, my cock entered her vagina...
H-hot?
Whether it was an oral cavity, vagina, or anus, the human body's interior was naturally warmer than the outside. But Lee Eun-ha's vagina enveloped my cock with a heat far greater than I had imagined.
"Ugh!"
A short cry. At last, having undergone defloration, Lee Eun-ha clung tightly to me through her brief pain. I moved my hips as slowly as possible, pumping my cock back and forth so she would not hurt, and after the short pain, the notorious effects of Yin Blossom Art kicked in, and she accepted pleasure with incredible speed.
"Oh... oh no! It's... it's so good! I was definitely a virgin, so how is it...?"
She was stunned by her own body, which was adapting to pleasure so fast, contrary to the basic sexual knowledge she had picked up from Ban Ho-jeong and others. Truth be told, even I was still astonished by Yang Blossom Art, which maintained my erection all day. But what mattered now was not that. It was Lee Eun-ha's vagina, filled with this tremendous heat. The friction of my thrusting strokes amplified the heat several times over.
The Shennong Art. The internal art she had cultivated, called the furnace martial art, apparently could not release heat externally like Flame Blossom Art, but it seemed to accumulate tremendous heat internally.
"M-my husband!"
Now connected as one, Mirinae gazed at me tenderly, her eyes glistening with tears. That form of address was a little embarrassing, but my heart swelled just the same. Thinking of it this way, it might be childish, but perhaps holding her was a twist of fate.
In all the world, I might be the only one who could hold this woman. To thrust a cock into a cunt this hot, you would obviously need powerful internal energy or an extreme-yin or extreme-yang art. But even a master like that would struggle to concentrate internal energy all the way to the acupoints of their cock during sex. What solved that problem was Yin-Yang Art. In the end, holding this woman named Mirinae required both Flame Blossom Art and Yang Blossom Art in their entirety.
With every stroke inside her vagina, our genitals grew hotter from the friction. Lee Eun-ha was still clumsy compared to the other women, but overcome by this sensation that felt like melting, I came with a maddening pleasure, marking her virgin territory as mine now.