Promise (3)

33. Promise (3)

Jeong-hyang had obviously made up her mind. She'd already made me come three times—using her ass, her mouth, her breasts—then one more in her mouth. Now, maybe a little tired, she rested my head on her lap and put her nipple to my lips.

"Is this also part of the chief disciple's duty? Not long ago I was giving my milk to Junior Sister Cho, but now that she has become a Senior Sister, my milk goes to the youngest Junior Brother."

She spoke with a gentle smile. At the mention of Cho-ryeong's name, I felt like I was being treated like an infant, so I slowly rolled her stiff nipple around inside my mouth, teasing it. The sensation was probably nothing like a child's tongue. Yet she accepted the pleasure without shame, enjoying it fully as she stroked my member with her hand. She went on to make me ejaculate magnificently a fifth time. Humans weren't built to sustain such brutally prolonged sexual acts. While I was still reeling, swept up in wave after wave of pleasure, Jeong-hyang, a little tired, lay down on the bed and spread her legs and arms wide, waiting for me.

Something about the order was strange. For most lovers, ordinary sex with the genitals came first, followed by oral sex once they grew more comfortable. Only experienced couples brought breasts into play to satisfy each other, and anal sex belonged to a tiny minority of absolute experts. But that didn't mean I had no interest in her pussy. Far from it. Only a few hours had passed since I sincerely told Master not to rush, so why were Jeong-hyang and I devouring each other with such headlong urgency? Once I thought about it, the answer was obvious. We were a man and a woman with more than enough lust and affection for each other. Now that ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠I, the one who'd avoided taking the relationship farther, had finally steeled myself, this was only natural.

Her pussy ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠already overflowed with arousal, but because it was her first time, I still pushed my cock inside slowly. It was my first time with a virgin, yet unlike what I'd imagined, I felt no distinct hymen. I'd heard it wasn't a tough membrane but tissue closer to a mucous fold. ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Perhaps it was the Yin Blossom Art, or perhaps her vaginal opening had loosened after the previous rounds of pleasure, but even as her hymen tore, Jeong-hyang showed no sign of pain. She simply wrapped her arms around my back and held me tightly.

"Junior Brother, you've come inside me. It feels like the two of us have become one. Like the emptiness inside me has been filled, firm and solid. I think I'm far happier than I ever imagined."

Frankly, seeing a woman this beautiful gaze up at me with hearts practically popping out of her eyes, looking that blissful, felt utterly surreal. Come to think of it, there was one more thing that had been out of order. When I pressed my lips to hers, she accepted my tongue naturally and offered her own. The intertwining of our tongues produced a kiss that was incredibly deep and skilled. That damn Yin Blossom Art. It really must have everything written down in it. Later on, I'd have to study the Yang Blossom Art and diligently master techniques to pleasure her in return.

Slowly, I pulled my lips away and began to move my hips. A good thing I'd been working out so diligently. With me on top now, every time my cock stabbed into her pussy, I could see Jeong-hyang's face clearly—not that expression of pure happiness anymore, but the face of a female drowning in carnal pleasure.

"J-Junior Brother!!"

No matter how she looked now, she was still a woman trained in martial arts. Jeong-hyang held me tight with far greater strength than an ordinary woman. Unlike her grippingly tight anus, her pussy—slippery-smooth and composed of intricate, complex folds—gave me the ultimate pleasure, and I ended up ejaculating a sixth time. Truly, a cock is made to be put inside a pussy. But my joy was short-lived. A chill shot down my spine the moment I realized I'd just cum inside her. I'd told her I would take responsibility for the future, but if she suddenly ended up pregnant right now, it would turn into a huge mess.

"Don't worry, Junior Brother. We've already fulfilled most of the conditions for the Fourth Stage of the Yin-Yang Art. Once we reach the Fourth Stage, your seed will be converted into my internal energy."

Ah... right. The Fourth Stage of the Yin-Yang Art required the insane condition of nine consecutive ejaculations using the mouth, genitals, anus, hands, and breasts. In the frenzy of greedily devouring her, we had already fulfilled most of it. We hadn't aimed for the Fourth Stage, but after coming this far, we had to reach it. After one more ejaculation each into her ass and pussy, savoring the contrast, I finished in her mouth. At that moment, Yang Blossom Art erupted violently at my Hoeum Acupoint. The same must have happened to Jeong-hyang, but she was infinitely happier that we had finally joined than that she had reached the Fourth Stage. She held me tightly, and we fooled around beneath the daytime covers until evening before finally dressing.

"Here. You saw it clearly, didn't you? My virginity—Junior Brother is the one who took it."

I had no idea when she'd prepared it, but Jeong-hyang pulled the towel from beneath her hips and showed me the vivid bloodstain. I had already touched her hymen with the tip of my tongue, so I couldn't see much meaning in it, but proof of virginity mattered to a woman in this era.

"I have indeed received it. As promised, I will take responsibility."

"I'll be counting on you, Junior Brother."

Jeong-hyang lightly kissed my cheek and carefully stepped out of the room. Naturally, the bedchamber was a mess, but it wasn't as dirty as I'd expected. Jeong-hyang had laid towels over the bed beforehand, and she'd gulped down most of the semen. Still, evading the notice of that sharp-eyed homemaker Lee Eun-ha was going to be impossible. It would be a little embarrassing, but I resolved to just be honest with her and ask for her cooperation from now on.

First, I tidied up the messy room and checked my condition. The Fourth Stage of the Yang Blossom Art had a more modest effect than I'd expected. Unlike the Yin Blossom Art, which enhanced internal energy, it provided a contraception function that only applies to women training in the Yin Blossom Art. Was that a big deal? Since I had only ever wanted the Second Stage's stamina enhancement effect from the Yang Blossom Art, I should just think of it as being able to have sex freely from now on while offering a meager amount of internal energy as a gift to Master and Jeong-hyang. The Fifth Stage of the Yin-Yang Art, which required me to bed them both at the same time—they were no gisaengs or harlots—was something most ordinary women would recoil from in horror just hearing about, but given Master and Jeong-hyang's inclinations and the current situation, reaching the Fifth Stage was probably just a matter of time.

But that was as far as it would go. The Sixth Stage, the final stage of the Yang Blossom Art that required four women, was an utterly unreachable realm, and unlike the ecstatic bliss of the Fifth Stage, the Sixth Stage's effects, simply an improved internal energy boost and a contraception function for ordinary women, weren't something I particularly needed anyway.

Humans truly were creatures of adaptation. I'd lived like a filthy little chink for over twenty years, and now, barely more than a month after joining the Yeongsan Sect with its fully equipped hot spring, my body, covered in semen, love juice, and saliva, felt horribly grimy. Even if it did smell fragrant, I still desperately needed a bath. I waited for the sun to set, then soaked my body in the hot spring and eased the mental fatigue. It was the first time in my fifty-plus years that I'd learned you could be utterly exhausted even from excessive pleasure.

After supper, Master wore a gloomy expression and announced that her menstruation had started, and I had never been more glad to hear anything. Come to think of it, her last period had been around this time last month, about when I joined the sect. The experiences of the day—the anguish and the pleasure, both so intensely overwhelming—allowed me to rest truly at ease in my own room for the first time in ages. Truly, against mental fatigue, neither Qi Circulation and Breath Regulation nor the Yang Blossom Art could hold a candle to sleep.

Jeong-hyang came to me around dawn, slipping wordlessly under my blanket as she used to. After napping in my arms, when morning came she habitually started licking my member in a 69, and at some point, she impaled herself on my cock and claimed my semen with violent movements of her hips. I wasn't particularly curious, but during sex, her pussy and asshole naturally came into view. One would have expected her anus, after having taken my massive penis, to be gaping open grotesquely, or at least for the area around her ass and pussy to be swollen. But, as if nothing had ever happened, it remained pretty and neatly shut tight.

The Yin-Yang Art no longer surprised me. It was an internal art so bizarre and beyond human understanding that it seemed to pour every ounce of its miraculous power entirely into sex. Elder Hwangseong had called its creator a genius. Watching Son Yeong find such happiness in nothing more than the Three Talents Sword and Snow-White Sword, perhaps geniuses really did know how to enjoy themselves.

"Junior Brother. Who was it yesterday?" After breakfast, Lee Eun-ha quietly called me behind the dining hall building and asked. No matter how careful I was, there was no way I could hide it from Lee Eun-ha, who was in charge of laundry and cleaning. The futures of Master and Jeong-hyang were directly tied to the future of the Yeongsan Sect, to which she herself belonged, and besides, other people's love lives were inherently a source of delightful gossip.

"Senior Sister Jeong. And I'll be sharing a bed with Master soon as well."

"Good heavens! You actually did it!"

"Yes. If Senior Sister Son and Senior Sister Cho find out, it'll get truly mortifying, so I'm counting on you."

Lee Eun-ha burst into a peal of giggles at that.

"Congratulations, Junior Brother. I'm sure Master and Senior Sister Jeong pushed themselves on you, but honestly, there are no finer women than those two. Don't worry. I'll tactfully ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠pretend not to know. I was born a slave, so I'm used to this kind of thing."

Such mature consideration from this Senior Sister. It was a little embarrassing, but it was something I'd have to get used to anyway.

"What are you two talking about?"

It was behind the dining hall, where the other sect members rarely passed, yet Master had appeared without a sound. The loose, voluminous skirt she wore made it obvious that she was menstruating.

"I was asking if everything was well-prepared for the Murong Clan's expedition ceremony and whether he needed anything."

Lee Eun-ha said it with a perfectly straight face. Master wasn't a fool, so she picked up on the strange atmosphere and looked at me with a suspicious eye.

"Master, are you feeling all right? Why'd you come all the way out here instead of resting in your room?"

Thanks to Lee Eun-ha skillfully changing the subject, Master set aside her suspicion and handed me a white feather fan.

"It's finished. A fan for my disciple. A Taoist really does need a fan like this to look the part."

It was a white feather fan like the one Zhuge Liang carried in Three Kingdoms movies and games, though far more modest in design. Dozens of white bird feathers had been set into a lacquered wooden handle. Plain as it looked, it was handmade rather than mass-produced. Thinking of Master gathering every feather herself to make it tugged at my heart.

"Please take it. I'm glad only one of my disciples became a Daoist. If there'd been two, I would have ended up bare not only down below, but all the way to the hair on my head."

At Master's shamelessly casual remark, Lee Eun-ha tried to suppress her laughter but snorted out a giggle. Since they bathed together, she and the others probably already knew exactly why Master was bare below.

"I will use it gratefully, Master."

When I respectfully received the fan from her, she beamed brightly and looked over my appearance, now fully that of a Taoist, with deep satisfaction. Was that smile the proud smile of a master toward her disciple? Or was it the affectionate smile of a woman gazing upon her man?

"As expected, you look truly wonderful, Disciple. And you need not feel burdened about my lower body. I didn't know it myself, but having no pubic hair is incredibly convenient at times like this, during menstruation. Eun-ha, if you're interested, you should try it too. They say some men consider a hairless woman unlucky, but apparently it depends on the man."

Master glanced toward me and smiled warmly.

"I'll think about it."

Lee Eun-ha evaded the suggestion with a gentle smile. Knowing the whole truth yet working to keep the secret, her efforts were enough to bring tears to my eyes.

"Well then, I'll go back inside and rest now."

"Yes, Master. Rest well."

As soon as Master disappeared, Lee Eun-ha and I looked into each other's eyes and laughed for a long while without speaking. In Yeongsan Sect, with its bizarre common sense, she was the one sane person, and I could always relate to her.

"Judging by Master's expression, she really seems happy. She doesn't look likely to grow her pubic hair back anytime soon, so if you need more White Feather Fans, Junior Brother, just tell me. For you, I can certainly spare my own pubic hair."

Lee Eun-ha giggled mischievously as she joked.

"It's a precious White Feather Fan made by burning even Master's pubic hair. I have to treasure it."

"Right?"

Now that the laughter had bubbled up, we kept on giggling at even the smallest remarks.

Come to think of it, my past life had been so harsh that even after entering this more relaxed life, I had rarely laughed this freely. I was grateful for the White Feather Fan made by cutting Master's precious pubic hair, and even more grateful to her for giving me the gift of such joyful laughter. As both my master and a woman, she was truly wonderful.