23. Daoist (7)
Daoist (7)
23. Daoist (7)
The one saving grace was that Yeongsan Sect had a hot spring. In the past, after the act with Gyeong Su-yeon, toweling off was the extent of it, but after the act with my master, we went companionably to the hot spring together, and this time I washed her body and she washed mine without any burden. My master said Jeong-hyang would be coming tomorrow morning to swallow my semen the way my master had. Just what was my master thinking?
The achievement of the Yin-Yang Art might be more important to my master than her own body. After all, what each person values as important is different.
But instructing Jeong-hyang, a maiden in the prime of her youth, to put my thing in her mouth and swallow my semen for the sake of cultivating the Yin-Yang Art—I could not comprehend it at all. Was this also a decision she made as Sect Leader? Even granting its wondrous effects, and even if one were to learn the Yin-Yang Art, Yeongsan Sect as it stood now would not change. Rather, in Yeongsan Sect, where the only thing worth showing off was the beautiful disciples, including my master herself, an act that endangered their chastity was a dangerous choice that could even damage Yeongsan Sect's last remaining value.
Jeong-hyang. In my past life, when media had developed, I could easily see women with her beauty through the CRT screen. But this was the fifteenth century in a China-like world. In an age where merely meeting a beauty of her caliber was a lifetime's great fortune, to engage in oral intercourse with her, though it was only a few hours away, I still could not get a real sense of it. What was more, what sort of expression would Jeong-hyang wear when she came to my room under my master's orders? Unless she was an eccentric like my master, an ordinary woman would hate it enough to die. It was not even sex where both felt good, but one-sided oral intercourse solely to satisfy the man's lust.
I had lost confidence in my own common sense. I had no idea what expression she would wear when she stood before my door. If she looked dejected or humiliated, I would refuse outright and speak to Master. We would be seeing each other for the next three years, and things absolutely could not become awkward between us. But if she was another eccentric like Master? Then I would follow Master's teaching, be honest, and enjoy the greatest stroke of luck in my life.
Squish squish. My eyes opened at the strange sensation. For some reason my cock felt damp. Startled, I checked my lower half, and there was that pretty Jeong-hyang holding my thing in her mouth as if she were eating a sweet. I thought I screamed for an instant.
"Se-... Senior Sister!!!"
"Did I disturb your sleep, Junior Brother?"
Taking her mouth off my cock, unlike my master, who switched to seductress mode for such matters, Jeong-hyang smiled kindly as usual.
"You seemed to be sleeping deeply after last night's training with Master, so I tried not to wake you, but I failed."
I glanced aside. Beyond the window, the early dawn was still dark. After what had happened with Master, I had only just begun steeling myself to greet Jeong-hyang a little more boldly. Yet she had already slipped into my bed without permission, undressed me, and put my cock in her mouth.
"Senior Sister!"
"You heard from Master, didn't you? I came to your room to train the Yin Blossom Art too."
Jeong-hyang gave me a calm smile utterly unsuited to the situation. Damn it. I thought my heart would stop. A morning blowjob might have been one of a man's fantasies, but only when he had some warning. Anyone would be startled if someone appeared out of nowhere and swallowed his cock without a word.
"It is a little cold because it is early morning, Junior Brother. May I come under the blanket too?"
"Do as you please."
True to her role as chief disciple, Jeong-hyang followed Master's example and paid no attention to my mental state. It was already difficult to object to that smiling face, and once she pressed forward with it, I could say nothing at all. At my words, she quietly undressed. I had expected it, yet her flawless skin still stole my breath away: breasts neither large nor small, a slender neck, a narrow waist, and pubic hair slightly finer than Master's or Gyeong Su-yeon's. Her beauty was so inhuman that it made the whole scene feel like a dream.
Having bared herself in an instant, Jeong-hyang slipped right under my blanket, still maintaining her smile. Only, the direction of her head and legs was opposite to mine. Though that was the natural position for putting her mouth on the cock attached to my lower half.
She began again. She was less skillful than Master but better than Gyeong Su-yeon. Master sucked with firm pressure, whereas Jeong-hyang mouthed my penis as though savoring it, rolling it from one cheek to the other inside her mouth.
"Men are fascinating. A fragrance is coming from the place where urine comes out. For women, a foul smell develops after just a little neglect of washing, so it's a bit unfair."
She spoke, softly lifting her mouth away. A foul smell, she said. Certainly, the genitals are located near the urinary system, so even a little neglect of cleanliness produces a foul smell there. That was something no beauty could help. Well, though it was a story completely unrelated to our Yeongsan Sect, which had a hot spring.
"Men are the same. That's an effect of the third stage of the Yang Blossom Art."
"Is that so? I'm glad. I too will carry this fragrance without needing to wear a perfume pouch, won't I?"
I could not see her face, but I could feel her delight even from here.
"Junior Brother. Does it truly feel good?"
"Yes. It truly does. It feels far better than drinking the finest liquor."
"I'm relieved. It must be a different feeling from being tickled?"
"Similar but different."
"Junior Brother. I have a request. If I also reach the third stage of the Yin Blossom Art and the smell of my yin gate disappears, just once, may I feel that sensation too?"
Contrary to what I had imagined, Jeong-hyang took an active role in the act. If Master's service felt like that of a prostitute, Jeong-hyang's felt like the affectionate intimacy of lovers.
"Senior Sister. You bathe every day. I am not smelling anything right now either."
"Still, are you not offended?"
"What about you, Senior Sister? You are doing it now too."
"A man's penis is different. It isn't dirty like a woman's, and look how manly it is! Honestly, whenever I saw you in the morning, Junior Brother, I always wanted to touch it at least once, even if it had nothing to do with Yin Blossom Art."
Her words, spoken with slight surprise, made no sense to me as a man.
"Women are not dirty either."
"Thank you. Then once I reach the third stage, please grant my request just once, whenever you feel like it."
"I wouldn't mind even now."
If my cock was at her face, then her cunt was inevitably located near my face. And since she was right then straddling me and sucking my cock, her legs were suitably spread as well. She too was like my master. Perhaps because it was her first contact with the opposite sex, or perhaps due to the effect of the Yin Blossom Art, her cunt was wet with secreted love fluids. Her cunt was even pretty. Her inner labia did not protrude like wings, and she showed a vivid pink. And perhaps, unlike Gyeong Su-yeon, the foreskin surrounding her clitoris was already half-retracted, standing firm and ready for action.
Huh? Weren't we under the blanket right now? How could I see her body, down to every single pubic hair on her cunt, with such clarity inside a blanket without a single ray of light? Could it be—though it was not written in the manual—was this also an effect of the Yang Blossom Art? Unbelievable. They called them bedchamber arts, and they really did have effects specialized for sex. It might be a little helpful if I were to fight to the death in darkness, but in a life-or-death struggle, I would not have the nerve to use these bedchamber arts rather than my clan's signature internal art. Well, since they are bedchamber arts after all, I supposed using them only during sex was correct.
I lightly parted her labia with my tongue and tickled the vicinity of her vaginal opening, and her waist trembled.
"Kyaa!!"
"Senior Sister. It is probably time for Senior Sister Lee to be awake as well. If Senior Sister's voice rings out loudly from my room, Senior Sister Lee will come looking."
At those words, she forcibly suppressed the moans that were bursting out. She chose my thing as the tool to block her own mouth.
I had enjoyed plenty of oral sex, but the sixty-nine position was a first. In any case, I had never been given a say in this Yin-Yang Art training. By now I had just given up, so like the others, I decided to act as a practitioner of the bedchamber arts and at least make her feel good. A wet squelching sound filled the strange silence. The quieter and darker it became, the more every sense concentrated on touch, and I was soon drenched in pleasure. In this position, I could feel her body growing hot against my skin. I stopped teasing the vaginal opening, since one wrong move there could cause serious trouble, and lightly bit her taut, swollen clitoris instead.
Her mouth twitched but held on with desperate determination. She hadn't gone as far as aggressive forced-play or deep-throating like my master, but unlike yesterday when I had been spacing out alone, today I observed her reactions and enjoyed the act a little more proactively. And truly, just as my master had said, once pleasure accumulated beyond a certain level, I could feel it in my very body that, unlike yesterday when I was at the second stage, I could ejaculate whenever I wished.
I had wished for greater virility, but I did not want to make her struggle pointlessly for ages because I could not come. As her twitching body swiftly reached climax, the vaginal opening I had been licking parted and her hymen brushed my tongue. Careful. More careful. Absolutely careful. Then, imagining a dam bursting open, I released the urge I had been holding back and ejaculated into her mouth.
Yang Blossom Art swept through me in an instant. The energy was no more than a speck, yet it scraped over sensitive areas and left a faintly irritating sensation. Gradually, a fragrance began to rise from the pussy in which I had buried my face. She had reached the third stage too. My own scent seemed slightly stronger. Just as I felt no fatigue after ejaculating, she did not appear short of breath despite having climaxed.
"Junior Brother. Thank you. I have finally reached it. As someone with little talent for martial arts, this is truly a joyful thing for me."
Despite my anxiety, training the Yin-Yang Art with Jeong-hyang had been quite enjoyable. Compared with my unprepared training with Master, it ended almost anticlimactically. Jeong-hyang slipped out from beneath the blanket, wet a towel with the hot spring water she had brought, and wiped my member clean. A vague unease struck me: perhaps her habit of bringing water for me to wash my face had also been part of Master's plan for this exact situation.
"I had only heard about it, but it truly felt wonderful. It was as though I were riding a cloud through the sky, drifting along in bliss."
After meticulously wiping my cock, Jeong-hyang talked merrily while also wiping her own cunt. Putting the towel down, she slipped back under my blanket, rested her head on my arm, and lay down.
"There is still a little time. I will stay like this just a little longer. But Junior Brother. May I ask one thing?"
"What kind of thing?"
"Between Master and me, which of the two was more pleasurable?"
"If I answer that, I will not survive as a man."
"Aww. Master must have been better, I suppose. I understand. Master is truly sincere, at least when it comes to the training of the Yin Blossom Art. In the latter part of the Yin Blossom Art's oral formula, all manner of techniques to please a man are written in detail. She has not told the junior sisters, but Master and I practiced those techniques every day."
This was supposed to be a martial sect, yet we barely trained with the sword, and she was serious about this side of things?
"What is truly fascinating is that Master and I actually imitated various acts of copulation together. You treated my yin gate so lovingly, didn't you? Master has stimulated mine with her tongue, and I have done the same to hers. It felt good in its own way, but it could not compare to this. Master said that yin meeting yin runs contrary to the natural order, making true pleasure difficult to attain. She was right. Simply lying here beside you, so full of yang energy, makes me feel wonderful."
As she rubbed her chest against my chest, she made a lovely face. It seemed my worries had been unnecessary. At least she had not been putting my cock in her mouth solely because of my master's orders.
Jeong-hyang. Her beauty exceeded every standard, and perhaps that had made me mistake her for someone fundamentally special. Yet the woman nestled in my arms was simply an ordinary twenty-two-year-old with the natural, slightly frank sexual desires of an adult.