Mirinae (3)

144. Mirinae (3)

"M... my lord. I'm so... so happy, I think. To think there could be such a feeling in the world—I finally understand why everyone was always craving each other like beasts. But was my body all right? Did I truly satisfy you the way Master and my senior sisters do?"

Lee Eun-ha gazed up at me, her eyes full of pleasure, happiness, and unease.

"I'm not satisfied yet. Now I'll take my time tasting you."

"Please taste me as much as you like. But, just a moment.

"Madam Jeong. I have a request. Please swallow my lord's member."

"Hm? Madam Jeong? Me?"

Jeong-hyang tilted her head, giggling.

"Yes. Master told me. She said that originally, a woman who cultivates the Shennong Art can't couple with a man once she reaches the second-rate level. It's only possible with a third-rate whose yang energy is weak, or a first-rate martial artist who has achieved perfect control of their qi. Because my body, which contains the furnace, would be truly as hot as a furnace inside. Fortunately, my lord also practices a fire art like mine, so he took me without difficulty, but it must be extremely hot right now. So please, Madam Jeong, cool down my lord's manhood refreshingly."

Ah... Come to think of it, the Medicine Immortal had also been a housewife with a husband and child, hadn't she? ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠It seemed she had tipped Lee Eun-ha off about the side effects of the Shennong Art in advance. There was no way Hyang-a would refuse such a request from Mirinae. As if she'd been waiting, she carefully took my heated cock into her mouth, and the sensation wasn't simply warmth and coolness but a supreme pleasure oscillating between scorching heat and cold.

"Madam Son, I ask you to kiss my lord."

This time she was making a request of Yeong.

"Me too? Why me?"

"Because I want to see it."

Son Yeong had never been greatly unsettled by Jeong-hyang or her master's perverted tendencies from the start. She was a woman who'd simply gone along with it all with an attitude of acceptance. Though she'd never truly understand Mirinae's inclinations, just as she took spankings on her bottom together with me at her master's whim, she honored Mirinae's wish and kissed me. At the sight of Hyang-a—a peerless beauty—kneeling before me and performing oral, and Yeong—whom even Murong Rin had acknowledged—sharing a kiss with me, Mirinae's excitement spiraled endlessly upward.

The Yin-Yang Art guaranteed supreme pleasure in sex, but when these new stimulations were added to a relationship already six months long, Hyang-a and Yeong were enjoying the situation more than expected, actively working their tongues. Hyang-a's cool mouth, as it always did, swiftly plundered my semen. The moment my ejaculation ended, Mirinae guided me and sat me onto her belly. Honestly, more than Lee Eun-ha's hymen, this was what I was far more interested in. These breasts, like a giant pudding. When it came to Lee Eun-ha, it was always these tits.

When I nestled my member between those large breasts, it felt so profoundly enveloped by tenderness. ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠She grasped both her breasts, creating a soft pressure. As I felt that supreme softness and began to shake my hips, Mirinae looked up at me lovingly with an utterly satisfied expression. She was, fundamentally, a woman who found great fulfillment in pleasing others—with delicious food or pretty clothes. Sex seemed to be the same; even during this paizuri act, which provided no physical satisfaction for a woman, her face was far happier than when I'd been ravaging her cunt earlier.

"White Wolf. Feels good, doesn't it?"

Hyang-a sidled up beside me and asked in a whisper.

"Yeah. Really."

"Who's better, me or my junior sister?"

"For breasts, Mirinae is definitely the best."

"What about the Yin Gate?"

"Yeong is the best. Her movements are different."

"And mouth?"

"Master."

"Right? The sight of Master kneeling to use her mouth—it shakes even another woman's heart. It really makes you want to torment her. So, who's the best for the bottom?"

"Hyang-a, of course."

When Jeong-hyang smiled brightly at those words and kissed my cheek, Lee Eun-ha, pinned beneath me, beamed even more radiantly. Unlike my worries, accommodating Mirinae's disposition seemed to be the easiest task. Once I conquered Mirinae's breasts, she set the stage again.

"Madam Son. This time, please embrace my lord with your Yin Gate."

Following the day's protagonist's instructions, our bodies naturally intertwined. Once sex with Son Yeong ended, Mirinae looked at my cock glistening with Son Yeong’s love juices and my semen, then presented her bottom and spread her anus with both hands.

"Honestly, I still feel resistant to this side, but I can't become a mother yet, so please use this side for now."

In the past, at the Red Flower Pavilion, she had swallowed my semen—as a Yang Blossom Art cultivator—and ascended to the Third Stage of the Yin Blossom Art. We'd had no sexual contact since then, but once the Yin-Yang Art connection was established a single time, one could train independently to the next stage. Perhaps because she had reached the peak of the Third Stage in the meantime, she intended to reach the Fourth Stage today. As always, breaching a virgin ass was far more difficult than breaching a virgin cunt. Normally you'd need to spend time gradually expanding the hole. Thanks to the physical modifications of the Yin Blossom Art, the preparation was already complete. It was just that someone experiencing anal for the first time would resist strongly due to the alien sensation they'd never felt in their lives, making initial entry difficult.

"Aahhk!! I-is this really a place meant for a man's member to enter?"

Mirinae screamed, more from the foreign sensation than pain. Hyang-a chuckled and teased her from the front.

"You'll get used to it soon."

"It has its own joy, different from the Yin Gate."

When even Son Yeong chimed in to soothe Mirinae, she finally relaxed and slowly accepted me.

"This feels strange. I truly hate how it feels, but my body is growing hot and starting to feel good, just like earlier. In my head, I feel like I'd rather die than do this, but I'm already feeling good—this Yin Blossom Art, is this really an acceptable Taoist art?"

Little by little taking in my cock, Mirinae muttered miserably at the chasm between common sense and physical sensation. I myself sometimes grew afraid of how I'd gotten used to this sort of hole, which I too had once thought I would absolutely hate.

Given that it was a place of already high pressure, that heat was doubled. Naturally, there was no chance I would feel pain from the heat, and this mysterious sensation became enjoyable. Her body, which began developing rapidly once it started accepting a man, had already climaxed twice, and by the time I ejaculated inside her, she had fully come to accept anal sex.

"Should I cool you down again?"

"No. I'll do it."

Even in an utterly limp state, she refused Jeong-hyang's offer, roused herself, and began licking my cock. It was clearly her first fellatio, but Mirinae cleaned my member with a surprisingly sophisticated tongue technique. After meticulously ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠licking every corner of my cock clean with her tongue, she finally swallowed it in one go. It was hot, as expected. Even her throat was hot. Even her tongue, rubbing against me, was hot. The sensation was so intense it was almost unbearably electrifying.

Her technique was far more impressive than I had expected, and the scorching heat made it even more effective. After I ejaculated into her mouth, she calmly swallowed the semen and wiped the saliva from around her lips.

"Oh my, junior sister. Not bad? Have you been practicing in secret?"

"Do-hwa unni got me a Wooden Root to practice with. I might not know about other places, but I thought I should at least train my oral techniques to satisfy my lord."

"Come on. Even without practicing stuff like that, wouldn't our White Wolf be perfectly satisfied as long as you have big breasts like these?"

"I was anxious. You wouldn't understand, Madam Jeong. I started a full half year later than the other wives, didn't I? Comparisons are inevitable."

"Of course we should compare. If you've got ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠four women, you should compare and enjoy all four."

"Yes, yes. So now, please, with Madam Jeong's Yin Gate. I've heated it up well, so please compare it with Madam Jeong's coolness."

At Mirinae’s dismissive wave, Hyang-a slowly guided my cock inside herself.

"Oh my. You really did heat it up well, didn't you? It's hotter than usual. That's great. I should enjoy it together with this junior sister from now on."

Hyang-a, who possessed Extreme Yin Qi, enjoyed the change in temperature just as much. She accepted me with far more pleasure than usual, and I released another load into her vagina. After that, I sucked on Mirinae’s enormous breasts while she stroked me, thrust between them as she licked only the glans, and repeatedly embraced Hyang-a and Yeong between rounds. By the time I had ejaculated nine times, Mirinae had finally reached the Fourth Stage of the Yin Blossom Art.

"Hehe. Good. Now we can all be together."

Jeong-hyang spoke happily as we cleaned our bodies.

"Even if I hadn't become Junior Brother’s woman, I was originally planning to follow along. If I became Junior Brother’s handmaid and served Master and two senior sisters as my mistresses, we could all be together, couldn't we?"

Lee Eun-ha had also wished for us all to be together. As she carefully washed Son Yeong with the hand techniques she'd learned from Gahong, she spoke in a pleasant tone.

"But, this junior sister. Would it be all right if I sucked your breast, just once?"

"Even you, Senior Sister Son? Why does everyone here have to be so beautiful and still covet my breasts?"

Because, since humans are mammals, both men and women are made to be drawn to large breasts.

"If it bothers you, I'll stop."

"Oh, fine. But wait just a moment. The colostrum will come soon, and I'll give that to Junior Brother."

Now that she'd reached the Fourth Stage of the Yin Blossom Art, she too could secrete breast milk. She offered me her breast, circulated the Yin Blossom Art's internal art, and truly began to bead colostrum at the tip of her nipple. Unlike the real breast milk of someone like Do-hwa, the milk created by the Yin Blossom Art had no distinction between watery milk and rich milk. The breast milk gushed into my mouth far more vigorously than expected. Its fragrant aroma was intoxicating, almost like liquor.

"How is it, Junior Brother? It's tastier than Master's, right?"

Jeong-hyang asked with keen interest, driven by a curiosity she'd long harbored. In that instant I thought "oh shit," but Lee Eun-ha had already read my expression. Lee Eun-ha lifted her own breast, took her nipple into her own mouth, and performed the bizarre act of tasting her own milk. A complex and subtle expression crossed her face. Seeing her expression, Son Yeong also sucked her breast and nodded, saying:

"It is extremely fragrant, but the taste doesn't seem to match Master's after all. And rather than milk, it's something... like the taste of liquor?"

"Really? Me too. Me too!"

Even Jeong-hyang sucked Lee Eun-ha's breast, then slapped Lee Eun-ha's breast with her palm with a sulky expression.

"Ow! Why did you hit me?!"

"That's so unfair! This junior sister! With breasts this big, and your milk even tastes like liquor—isn't that cheating?!"

"What are you saying? To someone who's upset because the milk I'd anticipated tastes strange?"

"The junior brother likes liquor more than milk! And how can this much colostrum come out? At this rate, couldn't the junior brother drink this junior sister's milk every day instead of liquor?"

At Jeong-hyang’s sulky complaint, Lee Eun-ha’s eyes suddenly widened. As milk, it had an odd sour tang, but treated as liquor, its flavor was incomparably finer than even mare’s-milk wine. I didn't know whether it naturally contained enough alcohol to intoxicate anyone, but even if it did not, she could mix alcohol into it and turn it into genuine fine wine. The corners of Lee Eun-ha’s mouth rose slightly. Controlling her expression, she pinched Jeong-hyang’s nipple and said:

"Who are you calling unfair? Is Senior Sister’s face not the real cheat here?"

"Hmph! What's pinching my nipples going to do? I'm Master’s head disciple, so it only feels good. Why don't you try pinching harder?"

Watching them, Son Yeong began murmuring as if she had realized something.

"When this junior sister has a baby, I'll feed it with my milk and raise it."

At Son Yeong's sudden statement, Jeong-hyang and Lee Eun-ha stopped their squabble and stared at Son Yeong.

"What do you mean, Junior Sister Son? Are you worried that a baby might get drunk on this milk? This isn't real breast milk. They said that once she truly becomes a mother, she will produce real milk instead of this."

"That's right. This is milk that comes from the Yin Blossom Art reacting to sexual stimulation. There's no way the Yin Blossom Art would activate because a baby is suckling, is there?"

Faced with both rebuttals, Son Yeong replied, flustered:

"No, that's not it—this junior sister's breasts are so big that even when I suckle, my face gets buried. If a baby were to suckle, it would definitely suffocate."

As expected, Son Yeong looked at the world through a unique lens. At her words, they burst into giggles one moment, bickered over trifles the next, truly enjoying themselves. At the very least, I felt I could confidently tell the Master who wasn't present that, whatever else, her disciples were martial sisters who got along better than those in any sect under heaven.