Promise (7)

37. Promise (7)

Her entire body was already covered in a web of crimson welts. Since both of us had thrown ourselves into it with considerable seriousness, the number of strokes seemed to have passed thirty. Halfway through, she had put on a grand display ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠of pissing all over herself, and the way her bound hips twitched as she endured the pain was so arousing that I felt I could ejaculate without touching her.

"Te... Ten!"

Her voice was thick with accomplishment at finally reaching the end, uninhibited lust inflamed by her masochistic nature, and regret that it was over. I tossed the switch aside and caressed her wounds. When my rough touch met those already aching injuries, Master's entire body flinched and twisted.

"Good work."

"Is... is that the end of your casual speech now? I'm still at the Third Stage of Yin Blossom Art, you know."

"Then I'll speak casually for today. If my prospective bride is this much of a pervert, I should be man enough to suit her."

"Eh... As if my disciple didn't love it too."

For a masochistic pervert, Master understood me perfectly. Bafflingly, the welts from the first strikes had already vanished without a trace in barely ten minutes.

"You've figured it out by now, have you not? I prefer being forced or handled roughly like this. If it were entirely up to me, I'd like something even more extreme, but this is our first night, and I fear my young husband might run away, so I'll restrain myself today."

"That was moderate?"

"Of course. You can look forward to it. My face is plainer than Hyang-a's, but since my disciple is just as much of a pervert as I am, I'm sure I'll suit your tastes well enough."

It seemed I was already bundled together with her into the same "pervert" category in her mind. What excuse could I make? I was too ashamed of how enthusiastically I had laid the switch on her, and I could say nothing at all.

"Do you know something? Even a woman who cultivates Yin Blossom Art feels as though her Jade Gate is being torn open if she isn't sufficiently aroused. To receive something as enormous as my disciple's smoothly, I need at least this much excitement."

The hot-spring water had already evaporated. What now beaded between her legs was pure arousal fluid and urine.

"No matter how I think about it, the switch looks like it hurts worse."

"That kind of pain feels good, does it not? You can't hold back much longer either, can you, Disciple? Here—grab the hair at the crown of my head and ravish me to your heart's content."

As expected, there was no way the sex would be ordinary either. Honestly, it was something I'd wanted to try at least once, and in this situation, what couldn't I do?

I seized Master's hair roughly, and her supple waist bent into a smooth arc. I was experiencing firsthand the line I had only ever read in wuxia novels: 'Her waist bent like a bow.'

Both of us were perfectly ready. Without a word, I drove my cock to the very end of her vagina in one stroke, and as if she'd been waiting, she wrapped her sinuous vaginal walls around my cock. Still, this time I paid a little more attention to the sensation, and I did faintly register a light resistance piercing through her hymen.

Whether because of the difference in our physiques or the foreplay before penetration, her vagina was even tighter than Jeong-hyang's. With every thrust that drove her upper body against the rough bark, she clenched and relaxed around me in a distinct rhythm along with the pain. Was a vagina capable of that much deliberate movement? We were both already at our limits, but I borrowed the power of Yang Blossom Art and held back from climax, savoring our first coupling to the fullest.

If sex with Jeong-hyang was like a natural act shared by lovers who move instinctively and enjoy each other, then sex with my master was more like an act of masturbation: simply using her body however I pleased to vent my ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠lust. And that seemed to be the same for her as well—at this moment, she was using me, a giant dildo, to uninhibitedly fill the honest carnal desires she'd kept hidden all along. It was true that I had feelings of affection for my master, just as I did for Jeong-hyang, but strangely, during sexual acts with my master, we pursued only physical pleasure rather than emotional communion.

"Ah... Aaagh! I... I've reached my limit now!"

She'd already climaxed several ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠times while I struck her, but now a full orgasm began to build. As her insides clenched violently, I released the semen I'd been holding back, and an absurdly powerful sense of liberation tore through my whole body.

"Hah... That was incredible. Whew... Thank you, my disciple. If it weren't for you, I would have died as an old maid, never knowing this joy until the end."

She spoke lightly while a pinkish mixture of my semen, her arousal, and her maiden blood trickled from her vagina. In my past life, thirty hadn't been especially old for an unmarried woman, but in this world it wouldn't have been strange for a woman her age to have a daughter as old as Cho-ryeong.

"What would you like me to do? Raise you to the Fourth Stage, or make you a mother?"

"It is still too early for me to become a father."

At her provocative words, I spread her buttocks and this time, without hesitation or reluctance, I drove straight into her anus.

Truly, it was amazing every single time. The vagina was an organ designed with elasticity specifically to accommodate a penis, but I'd been told that even for an expert, the anal side definitely required gradual, advance preparation.

"Ugh... Ah! My... my disciple!!!"

"What? Does this side hurt?"

"Tha... That's not... it... Your... Your hands are free..."

Whether from pain, pleasure, the pressure in her belly, or all of them together, she forced out the words while enduring the sensations. Since we were already in a rear-entry position, I seized one ample breast with one hand and pinched her clitoris with the other as though I might tear it off. Like a dog in the marketplace, I desperately drove my hips into the female opening before me. My stamina had no limit, while a woman could climb to orgasm again and again. I'd already ejaculated freely, and in any case, I still needed to come eight more times.

"Hah... Hah... Whew... This side has a different feeling. I like it here too, but I still prefer natural copulation through the Jade Gate."

And here was a normal aesthetic opinion. Unlike Jeong-hyang, who implicitly gave higher marks to the anal side, my master apparently preferred pussy.

"My body has gotten dirty. Let's rest a moment. Please untie my hands."

Though it was spring, we were in the mountains before dawn. The cold air quickly stole the heat from our bodies. After I untied her hands, she scooped hot-spring water over us, then sat beside me and leaned against my chest. As the chill slowly returned, so did a natural bodily urge.

"I'm going to go to the outhouse for a bit."

"You released so much inside me, and there's still something left to come out?"

"That was semen. This time it's urine."

I lightly pushed away the woman leaning on me and started to get up, but she seized my arm with powerful force.

"I don't want to be left alone, naked outdoors in the pitch-black night. You always bathed alone, Disciple, but I always had the other disciples with me. Here. I'll be your pretty chamber pot."

With those words, my master opened her mouth wide before my cock and stuck out her crimson tongue.

Ah...

So she really had been keeping it moderate earlier.

As I hesitated, her tongue lapped at my urethral opening. Normally it would have produced only sexual pleasure, but with my bladder full, the urge to urinate rose with it. She ignored the rest of my penis and teased only the opening with tickling strokes. Yang Blossom Art prevented ejaculation but apparently did nothing to urination, and I suddenly spurted into Master's mouth. At first some urine splashed across her face, but she immediately swallowed in gulps, took the head of my cock into her mouth so not a drop escaped, and used powerful suction to draw out even the last urine caught in my urethra. Leaving me dumbfounded, she laughed softly, washed her face with hot-spring water, rinsed her mouth, and returned.

Outdoor sex was embarrassing, but sex around the hot springs was, as I'd expected, a wonderful feeling. Washing up so easily like this, and when our bodies cooled down, getting into the pool to warm up lightly and rest, then emerging with heated bodies to have sex to our hearts' content. Just as with Jeong-hyang, the condition of nine consecutive ejaculations was fulfilled in the blink of an eye, but our sex continued without end.

"If I hadn't reached the Fourth Stage, this would have been disastrous. Taking this much of your seed, I would certainly have become a mother."

She made small talk as she washed my semen flowing from her ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠vagina with water. I supposed so. We had used her hands, her breasts, her anus, her mouth, but the vast majority of my ejaculations had all been inside her vagina. But then, thinking about it, hadn't my master just finished her period? Wasn't she on safe days right now?

"How is it? Does an older woman have her own flavor, too?"

My master asked, looking up at me with a gaze mixed with anticipation and anxiety.

"Is that not obvious? Ten taels of gold is a fortune. If you weren't this kind of woman, I'd never have handed it over so easily."

"But that was for the two of us. Was it not nine hundred ninety taels of silver for Hyang-a and ten taels of silver for me?"

Having set her worries aside, my master was a woman full of mischief. It couldn't possibly be jealousy. After all, it was none other than my master who had arranged for me to hold Jeong-hyang.

"Does that even make sense? Fine, I'll pay you ten more silver taels, so please go out and find me just one more woman like my master."

"Wow, so greedy. You've already embraced a woman like Hyang-a, and you still need more women? Alright. Since I'm an obedient wife, I'll follow my husband's will. This time when you go to Shenyang, if you find a woman who catches your fancy, feel free to enjoy her as much as you like and come back."

"As your disciple, I will obey Master's command. I will do my absolute best to enjoy a woman before I return."

She laughed softly at that. She looked cute and gentle and was an utterly absurd pervert, yet she unmistakably possessed the generous tolerance of an older woman.

"That hateful Chastity Mark has finally vanished. The chief disciple spent a fortune to have it inscribed on me, only for my martial nephew to take my virginity. It serves him right."

She murmured while showing me her arm, now completely pale. Inscribing a Chastity Mark was expensive, which was why Master had been the only person in Yeongsan Sect to bear one.

That was why Jeong-hyang had to prove her virginity with first blood on a cloth, while my master could have outdoor sex like this without hesitation.

Fuck those dead Senior Martial Uncle and Senior Brother whose faces I never even knew. Still, thank you. I enjoyed the meal you left me.

"I've neglected my martial arts all this time, but I really need to train diligently now. No matter how much I've cultivated Yin Blossom Art, my back is stiff and aching after moving like this."

My master grumbled, patting her own back with tap-tap-taps.

"Hyang-a didn't seem to hurt much; could it be an age issue after all?"

"That was because you were gentle with Senior Sister Jeong. Master, you were a beginner, yet you moved far too violently."

I spoke as I lightly swept back her hair. My master simply snuggled deep into my arms. Ah, so this kind of cuddling was also possible with us after all.

"You two have worked hard. Master—congratulations on achieving the Fourth Stage."

Gah! That startled me!

While I was completely off guard, playing with my master's nipples, Jeong-hyang appeared in the distance. My master was just as startled as I was and instinctively tried to cover her chest, but Jeong-hyang approached us with a relaxed face, as though she had been watching our acts for quite some time already.

"Here. You must be thirsty?"

Jeong-hyang smiled kindly and handed two teacups to us from the tray she was carrying. Flustered as we were, my master and I were in any case accomplices of a sort, fully aware of each other's circumstances, and we genuinely were parched, so we accepted the cups and drank.

Huh?

A strangely lukewarm temperature. This wasn't tea... Milk? Having grown up in Jilin, where many Jurchen lived, I'd tasted goat's milk, sheep's milk, and even fermented mare's-milk liquor. Yet this was supreme milk, richer and deeper than even the highest-grade milk from my past life.

The instant one sip passed my lips, all the vitality and stamina lost through dozens of ejaculations rushed back, and even my head cleared. My internal energy hadn't increased, but was this not practically an elixir?

"So delicious. Thank you, Hyang-a. Next time, I'll squeeze some of mine for you, too."

As though she knew the identity of this incredible milk, my master downed hers in a single shot and beamed.

"That is impossible right now, Master. At present, I could probably produce only one liquor cup's worth."

Jeong-hyang answered with a smile. This crazy—Wait, was this milk... Jeong-hyang's breast milk?

For fuck's sake. This was completely insane.