Promise (2)

32. Promise (2)

I should have done this from the beginning. I should have shown the anxious women my unwavering resolve—ten taels of gold and a promise of marriage—and asked them to wait for me. I left Master, whose face shone with happiness, and headed to the training ground feeling lighter. I planned to exercise as usual. That was when my eyes met Son Yeong's as she performed a dazzling sword dance with her treasured sword, and then met the gaze of the other woman involved—Jeong-hyang, who watched her proudly.

"Junior Brother. Let's have a word."

Neither Son Yeong nor Cho-ryeong had expected the gentle Jeong-hyang to speak to me so sharply, and they both ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠started. Jeong-hyang grabbed my hand with her small, slender fingers and marched me briskly to my room.

"Did you speak with Master? Did you come back after promising to take her as your bride?"

She sounded like she was interrogating me, but it only made me smile. Even if she were genuinely furious, her face would still be lovely, but when her acting was this transparent, it was simply adorable.

"Yes. I've just told her I'll take Master with me when the time comes to descend the mountain. I gave her the dowry in advance too."

"Really? You mean it?"

As if her earlier anger had never existed, she beamed radiantly. That expression was so pure that, before I knew it, a mischievous impulse stirred in me.

"There's a condition, though. Senior Sister Jeong has to come as well. Without that, I can't take only Master and descend the mountain."

"What? Me too? Then what about Yeongsan Sect's Sect Leader? Our Senior Sister Son—she knows nothing but martial arts, she has no idea about these things."

Come on. No matter how obsessed Son Yeong was with martial arts, she still went down to the village regularly, and she'd even traveled alone through the martial world all the way to Jilin, where Baek Clan Estate stood. Anyone could see that Jeong-hyang was far less capable in practical matters, yet in her eyes Son Yeong was apparently still just a young junior sister.

"Then Senior Sister Lee will have to take on the role."

"Senior Sister Lee? Absolutely not! What sect in the entire world has ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠its Sect Leader cook and do laundry every day?"

Well, if she became Sect Leader, the other disciples would handle the housework. Ah... but if the only remaining disciples were Son Yeong and Cho-ryeong, would Lee Eun-ha not end up doing all of it anyway?

"Then there's no other choice. Senior Sister Cho is a little young, but she's remarkably clever."

"Junior Sister Cho is out of the question too! Junior Sister Cho is no different from my own child—I nursed her and raised ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠her myself. I promised her I'd take her with me when I married."

Was Cho-ryeong some kind of puppy, that she planned to bring her along when she got married? Jeong-hyang looked genuinely frantic, but from where I stood, she only looked unbearably cute and pretty. Was I starting to get love-blind now that I'd steeled my resolve?

"Then there's only one person left."

"Who?"

"Who comes after Junior Sister Cho? I suppose I'll have to push Senior Sister Jeong aside and aim for the next Sect Leader position."

"Th... that... Wait? Actually, that sounds rather dashing, doesn't it?"

Jeong-hyang's eyes sparkled as she suddenly imagined me becoming Sect Leader. Obviously, that was never going to happen. For Master and Jeong-hyang to step back, the precondition was that I'd take them with me when I descended the mountain. Which meant I'd have to descend the mountain before they could step aside.

"Fine. I'll become your bride, Junior Brother. But I am content to be a concubine, so please properly receive Master as your wife."

Wife and concubine. Countless customs enshrined a strict distinction between the two. Well, plenty of households kept more than one wife—like my own, where both my birth mother and Lady Tang were wives—so it hardly mattered. Thinking about it now was amusing. If the future unfolded exactly as she described, Master and she'd be my wives, Lee Eun-ha would be a servant, Cho-ryeong would be the child Jeong-hyang brought along, and everyone from Yeongsan Sect except Son Yeong would end up in my household. If I took Son Yeong too, the current Yeongsan Sect would just become my house. Since things had come this far, should I make an effort with her as well and achieve every man's fantasy, a harem? While I indulged in that ridiculous fantasy, Jeong-hyang suddenly began removing her clothes. In the bright light of day rather than the dead of night, her dazzling naked body seized my gaze and sent my heart pounding.

"S... Senior Sister?"

"Thank you for granting my request. I've studied Yin Blossom Art diligently for your sake as well. Come here."

After fumbling off my clothes as well, she pulled me by the hand, laid me on the bed, and, as always, lightly teased the tip of my member and the urethral opening with her tongue. The act itself had become familiar, but doing it in broad daylight was a first. Jeong-hyang normally struggled to suppress her moans, so at dawn we had refrained from drawn-out caresses like these. Now I focused every nerve on savoring her delicate oral service.

Unlike Master, who stimulated the entire length and used her throat aggressively to drive me to climax in a single burst, Jeong-hyang's oral caresses were playful and affectionate, as if we were simply enjoying each other. After keeping the glans in her mouth and sucking on it for a long while, she withdrew my member and licked her way straight down the shaft. The sound was so obscene it was hard to reconcile with the image of her—so beautiful, so pure, so pristine. Jeong-hyang coated my member thickly with saliva, turning it into a slick mess and creating filthy noises. She must have been truly determined today, because before I knew it, her tongue had passed the base of my cock and was heading for my scrotum. She lightly lifted my thigh, and her tongue worked deeper and deeper. Lying on my back with my legs lifted and spread—the position was growing rather humiliating.

"Ngh!!"

At that moment, a jolt of intense stimulation struck from a place I'd never imagined.

"S... Senior Sister!!!"

"Hold still. It was written in the Yin Blossom Art manual. It says men are embarrassed at first too, but later it truly feels amazing. This is repayment for all the times you licked my genitals, Junior Brother. Your body and mine are completely different, but I wanted you to feel it too. Having a tongue enter your hole is a truly electrifying sensation."

Jeong-hyang paused for a moment to explain. With that clear, lovely face of hers, she was doing something utterly unthinkable: licking my anus. Not Gyeong Su-yeon, nor any courtesan, had ever done that for me. In my past life I had seen anal-play pornography before, but it wasn't my taste, and given this world's hygiene, it was something I had never wanted to try. Yet Jeong-hyang's tongue pressed forward without a hint of hesitation, stiffened with effort, and entered my anus. As it wriggled languidly inside like a loach, a moan I couldn't suppress burst not from Jeong-hyang, but from me.

"Feels good, doesn't it? Junior Brother? Is that fluid already beading at the tip of your penis? What could this be? It doesn't seem like urine, and it doesn't seem like semen either."

That's Cowper's fluid, but that's not exactly the point right now!

"Senior Sister! Not there. That's off-limits."

"Why? Didn't it feel good?"

"It felt good, yes, but that place is dirty."

"You sound exactly like I did not long ago."

Before I knew it, she'd been toying with me, and now Jeong-hyang smiled with a face full of composure. She climbed on top of me as usual and brought her rear to my face.

"The genitals and the anus are different."

"I know that too. But Junior Brother, after my Yin Blossom Art reached the Third Stage, this part of my body changed as well. Nothing unclean remains inside. On the contrary, it's filled with fragrance. You didn't know, did you? It seems the body changes this way in preparation for Fourth Stage training."

D... Don't make me laugh! Damn Yin-Yang Art! Just a few rounds of energy circulation and a few sessions of oral sex, and now it's remodeling the human body—that's going way too far!!

"You try it too, Junior Brother. I mean it. If using your mouth feels burdensome, try with your finger. I'm telling you, it's truly clean."

Jeong-hyang thrust both her pussy and anus toward my face. I was more timid than I'd thought.

"Junior Brother. There's no hymen in the anus. You don't have to feel any pressure."

No, I had at least that much common sense. That wasn't the problem. Yet even as something inside me insisted this was wrong, watching Jeong-hyang's pretty rear sway before my eyes stirred a powerful feeling I couldn't distinguish as lust or curiosity. Was it really true? As though possessed, I reached out a finger. Even her anus, which should have been the filthiest part of any human body, was beautifully shaped. With my heart pounding, I touched it. The resistance was stronger than I expected and startled me, but when I pushed my finger a little farther inside, I felt the same bodily warmth as within a vagina and the distinctive moisture of mucous membrane.

"Kyaa!"

Even though she'd prepared herself, her reaction was similar to mine. Her scream-like moan startled me even more, and I hastily pulled my finger out.

"I... I was right, wasn't I?"

Not a trace of filth remained. On the contrary, only fragrance clung to my finger. I was going to lose my mind. First the Spirit-Binding Art that commanded ghosts, and now the Yin-Yang Art—what was its true nature? At this point, was this not a fantasy world rather than a martial arts world? Most martial arts that hadn't existed in my past life could still be reproduced with twenty-first-century science. No matter how powerful a peerless master became, even if they could reduce dozens of zhang around them to dust, one missile could do so far more powerfully. But the Spirit-Binding Art and Yin-Yang Art were essentially magic. Even twenty-first-century science could never reproduce them.

While I was lost in thought, a powerful pressure suddenly gripped ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠me. In the moment I'd been distracted, Jeong-hyang had already mounted me. The absurd tightness around my cock and the scorching heat of her body were sensations I knew. My cock was inside a woman.

"A... as expected, even with Yin Blossom Art, it still hurts a little at first."

I was always slow to prepare myself emotionally. Jeong-hyang sat astride me with a soft smile. I'd already resolved to take her as my bride someday, and she had said she would give me her virginity in return for accepting Master. But to receive it so abruptly, like this...

Huh?

I could see it. Her pussy, spread wide and fully exposed, was in plain view. Glistening with arousal fluid, her pussy was visible exactly as it was. Her pussy, which ought not to be visible because it should have been engulfing my cock. Good heavens. This woman, a virgin with no preparation whatsoever, had just shoved my cock into her own anus without a word.

I was no virgin. I'd held plenty of courtesans renowned for their skill in the pleasure houses. But a pussy and an anus were structurally different, so their tightness was bound to be different too. And despite her appearance, Jeong-hyang practiced the Yin Blossom Art; ordinary courtesans couldn't compare to her. She drove her hips with outrageously skillful motions, bucking rapidly. In an instant she erased what pain remained, plunged herself into the deepest ecstasy, and dragged me with her straight to climax in a single breath, just as in the premature-ejaculation days before I learned Yang Blossom Art.

"J... Junior Brother! I... I'm sorry! I meant to please you, but I... I'm about to feel good first!"

Damn it. A virgin climaxing from anal sex during her first experience. What kind of absurd situation was this? She had said she would make me feel good, yet now she apologized for climaxing first. There was no need. If she practiced the cheat-like Yin Blossom Art, then I practiced the equally cheat-like Yang Blossom Art. I could control my ejaculation, but I'd climaxed too, so instead of holding back, I matched her and came freely. Whether by hand or mouth, release should have felt much the same, yet the pleasure pierced straight through the crown of my head so powerfully that I could not even think.

"Haa... haa... I'm... I'm so happy. So this was copulation. The happiest act shared between lovers."

She casually slipped in a confession of love as she expressed the blissful afterglow. If Yin-Yang Art had a virtue, it was that the post-climax lethargy faded extremely quickly.

"Junior Brother. Do you like me?"

"Yes. I like you."

"Then were you happy too?"

"Of course."

"Thank you. I'll make you even happier."

She climbed off me, then took into her mouth the member that had been inside her anus only moments earlier. Even without filth, and even with its fragrance, there should have been some instinctive revulsion, yet she calmly swallowed it as she always did. Since we had both already cried out and no one had come looking, I relaxed and returned the favor in a sixty-nine position. Whether because of the body-altering effect of Yin Blossom Art or simply her natural physiology, her clitoris stood stiff and swollen, far more prominently than the first time. She was no beginner now. Each time I gently bit and stimulated it, she retaliated against my glans and drew out a second ejaculation almost at once.

It didn't surprise me anymore, but even after ejaculating twice, my member still boasted its rigid and imposing form. Without a moment's rest, Jeong-hyang this time lightly wrapped my saliva-slicked member with those pretty, soft breasts of hers. Yang Blossom Art might guarantee the erections and ejaculations, but whether my mind could endure this repeated pleasure—I was beginning to feel a little afraid.