83. Temporary Residence (8)
Temporary Residence (8)
83. Temporary Residence (8)
It was my first night sleeping alone in a while. After afternoon training, I stopped by White Tiger Sect, drank my fill, washed up, and lay down. We had plenty of lamp oil now, and I could summon a flame from my fingertips at any time, but like the other disciples who'd lived this way their entire lives, I'd fallen into the healthy rhythm of sleeping early and rising early. Even counting my previous life, I'd never suffered from insomnia. Lately, that was probably because I'd thrown myself into the harshest training of my life after nearly abandoning martial arts to pursue mastery through the Spirit-Binding Art.
I dropped into deep sleep in an instant, but the senses forged by powerful internal energy detected an odd presence. When I opened my eyes, someone had approached my side in the dark room. I tried to rise on reflex, but my body would not move.
"It is no use, Junior Brother. That is Master's signature acupoint-sealing art. Unless you are a first-class master, you cannot undo it on your own."
I thought it might be Jeong-hyang, but the person straddling me was Son Yeong, whom I had never imagined.
"Senior Sister Son?"
My voice worked. I was certainly flustered, but I felt a little relief that the intruder was not an outside attacker. When I called her name, she bowed her head toward me.
"I am sorry, Junior Brother. This was the only way I could think of to prove my feelings."
"What do you mean, 'this way'?"
"Starting now, I am going to rape you."
It had been a long time since a huge bell had clanged inside my head.
"Who is?"
"I am."
"Why?"
"I have come to harbor affection, and lustful intent, toward you, Junior Brother. Master said my feelings were born of a desire to repay a debt, but no matter how many times I thought about it, that was not it. To prove those feelings, I am going to violate you starting now. It is all right if you do not forgive me. Once the intercourse is over, I will undo the pressure points right away. You can strike me, you can tell Master—I will have nothing to say in my defense."
She spoke with a heavy weight of guilt, her voice somber. I could not understand it at all. Affection, maybe, but why had she come at me like this?
"I just woke up and I genuinely do not understand. How does coming to me this way prove Senior Sister's feelings?"
"Master Moon Immortal told me that once the Yin Blossom Art reaches great mastery, the state of the Union of Yin and Yang opens, and that the process brings astonishing effects and rapid growth. But that is not what I want. So I am going to join my body with yours without training in the Yin Blossom Art."
It was her heart, agonized over in her own way. But the result was utterly absurd. She had felt strangely out of place in our Yeongsan Sect, which was a group always missing a screw or two, but in the end she really was a member of Yeongsan Sect after all.
"I understand that part, but why did you seal my pressure points?"
"My feelings are not a debt of gratitude. I do not have the skill to explain with words like the others, but this affection is my true heart. Doing something like this to a benefactor should be impossible. But I regard you not as a benefactor but as a man I admire, so I decided to violate you by force."
A build-up that ended in insanity.
She had been speaking logically, only to arrive at a stupid conclusion that blew all reason away. As she hurriedly stripped off my sleepwear and pulled down my underclothes, she suddenly stopped and froze in mild shock.
"It is... this big? I am sure the neighborhood kid I saw when I was little was only the size of a finger..."
"Is an adult the same as a child, Senior Sister? There is no need to rush. Later, I will seriously consider your feelings, so please just go back tonight. I was drunk and saw things, so I will not mention it to anyone."
"N-no problem. Junior Sister Lee told me. She said the vaginal opening is where a baby comes out, so if you see a large man, you should actually be pleased."
Son Yeong's sex-ed instructor was Lee Eun-ha. When I had asked about it casually last time, she had said that back when she worked as a servant in Joseon, she had received early sex education through the bawdy talk of the older women around her. She was a virgin herself and she was teaching other people? Come to think of it, Son Yeong was not in martial uniform today; she was wearing a skirt, the kind she only wore during her period. These days, with the fabric supply plentiful, they had produced a range of variations from sleepwear to menstrual skirts, all made with the skill of the sewing master Ban Ho-jeong, resulting in quite stylish designs. After always dealing with women in trousers, seeing a woman in a skirt like this felt remarkably refreshing.
She lifted her skirt slightly, slipped a hand in, and simply unfastened her underclothes and took them off. Regrettably, she had no intention of showing her naked body; she meant to do it while still wearing the skirt.
"Uh... huh?? It is a... a disaster! It will not go in!"
She had tried to lower her hips and insert my cock. In sudden consternation, she had no idea what to do.
How could it go in? I was not even erect.
"Wh-what should I do?"
She was asking the victim how to handle her failed rape.
"I cannot see a thing from this side. You will have to lift your skirt at least."
"Th-that is too embarrassing..."
Her cheeks had gone bright red. I was immobilized by the sealed points, but the moment this lewd act began, the Yang Blossom Art started to circulate its qi, and I could see her face clearly.
"You come into a man's quarters to violate him by force, and now you are embarrassed?"
"Ah... r-right? The act we are about to do is far more embarrassing than showing my naked body, is it not?"
In the end, she loosened her ties and removed her clothes one piece at a time. The night was pitch-black, yet she shyly covered her breasts with her hands, looking half ready to cry. I'd never seen Lee Eun-ha's naked body, but even through her clothes she was obviously voluptuous. Master was also a baby-faced beauty with a figure that did not match her youthful looks, while Jeong-hyang had perfectly balanced proportions like a statue of Venus. Son Yeong, by contrast, had an average chest and a very slender, lean build. Her body was taut with the firmness of training. She was unmistakably slim, but that only made her nicely rounded hips stand out more.
The truth was, she was a tremendous beauty too. Murong Rin's epithet was Beautiful Madness. She was certainly crazy, but she was also a woman famed for her beauty. That Son Yeong, whose looks were in no way inferior to Murong Rin, had always seemed ordinary within Yeongsan Sect because she was overshadowed by Jeong-hyang—apparently even the standards of beauty suffered from inflation. But now, as she showed the innate allure of a woman with her naked body, my cock became painfully erect.
"Th-this is absurd! It got even bigger! And besides... I am sure I sealed your pressure points, so how are you moving?"
"If it is not in this state, intercourse is impossible. This is called an erection; it is like proof that a man is aroused by a woman."
"D-do not tell me, Junior Brother... are you aroused right now?"
"Yes. That is why it got this big."
"Junior Brother turned out to be a man who likes being raped!"
Another conclusion that started off well and then veered off into the absurd.
"How could that possibly be? I got aroused because Senior Sister is a beautiful woman."
"M-me?"
"Yes. Murong Rin said so too, did she not? That Senior Sister is pretty."
"I thought that was a joke. I am glad. So you do not entirely hate it after all, Junior Brother."
With a relieved face, Son Yeong lowered her hips. But again, it failed to go in.
"Wh-why?"
She looked more and more as if she was about to cry.
"Senior Sister. Release the pressure points, please."
"N-no! I will not!"
"I will not run away. A man who ran from this situation would have nothing to say even if his manhood were cut off."
"Why?"
"Because I want to have intercourse with you too, Senior Sister."
At those words, she hesitated for a moment. At this rate, with her child-level sexual knowledge, nothing was going to progress anyway. In the end, she carefully tapped my chest and released the pressure points.
Moon Immortal. That acupoint-sealing art was genuinely insane. Son Yeong had learned the ten techniques of the Moonlit Divine Sword and instantly accumulated two years' worth of internal energy in mere days, but her internal strength was only around six years. My internal energy was more than five times hers at half a gapja, yet she had sealed my points to leave me utterly helpless. In the end, even internal energy amounting to half a gapja, when the martial prowess was built through shortcut methods, was riddled with holes like this.
"Senior Sister. I will ask you once more. Do you truly like me?"
"Yes. It is not a lie."
"Why is that?"
"I may not be good with words, but I have lived a very shabby and pathetic life. But the day I met you, Junior Brother, my world completely changed. Every single day felt like dreaming inside wondrous Taoist arts. The fact that I talked about offering my virginity to repay a debt meant I did not understand my own heart. In the end, I simply wanted to be with you, Junior Brother."
Son Yeong answered with an anxious face.
Boy meets girl. As the starting point of countless stories, an incredibly common cliché. A boy meets a girl, and an ordinary daily life, an ordinary world, changes. The total transformation of her world began with meeting me. Thanks to a mere ten silver taels, Yeongsan Sect escaped its crisis and regained a little breathing room. The Snow-White Sword and Murong Rin's treasured sword—to a girl dreaming of being a martial artist, gifts almost like magic. But then the despair called Heavenly Wolf Sect came for her, and I was the one who saved her from that place too. And now, I was the one who had changed her world again, arranging for her to meet Moon Immortal, the teacher of her lifelong dreams, so she could truly walk the path of a martial artist.
This was a feeling a little different from gratitude. Like that demon back then, I had been her savior. She, who had bravely demanded a life-or-death duel from Cheon Myeong-hwa with a body that could barely walk, was now waiting only for my answer with anxious, fearful eyes, just like Cho-ryeong.
Come to think of it, my life had changed completely after meeting her as well. Yeongsan Sect, the Spirit-Binding Art, the Yin-Yang Art, the Black Heaven Association, Heavenly Wolf Sect, White Tiger Sect—all of those encounters had begun with that small meeting at Baek Clan Estate. Just as I had been her idol, she had been mine. To someone like me, who lacked talent for martial arts, the sweat she shed in training had always seemed dazzling. Even after gaining the Spirit-Binding Art and the Four Heroes, I still believed Yeongsan Sect's future depended not on me but on her. The Spirit-Binding Art was absurdly powerful, but only while I remained alive. In a world without mana, it would end with my generation.
I had always found myself watching her whenever she shone.
"Senior Sister. Do you know something?"
"Wh-what is it?"
"I like you a lot too, Senior Sister."
"R-really?"
"Senior Sister, you are someone who will become the mightiest master, the one spoken of on countless lips like those old masters. When that time comes, you might regret the rashness of choosing a mere man like me now."
"If I regret that, then I would not be human. The moment I felt that way, I would end my filthy life with the sword you gave me."
She looked at me with firm eyes, her earlier anxiety nowhere to be seen. This was what was truly frightening, and truly impressive, about her.
"I have not held a formal ceremony yet, but I am already a man with two wives. It might get a little trying to serve the two wives above you."
"It is Master and Senior Sister, you know. They are my superiors for life."
When I spoke a little more lightly this time, almost like a joke, she laughed brightly.
"It will be a bit different from what you are thinking now. The image of Master and Senior Sister and the image of them as wives are truly different."
The first wife and second wife were probably going to subject the new third wife to all kinds of outrageous things.
My mind was made up. Since the first wife was older and also my master, I had wanted to respect her opinion a bit more, but for this matter at least, it seemed I should grant the second wife's wish. I gently embraced Son Yeong and kissed her cheek. Momentarily flustered, she soon imitated me and pressed a kiss to my cheek. A truly characteristic action: lacking knowledge but quick to learn. Like a sponge soaking up water, she absorbed all kinds of teachings rapidly. I could now understand a little of the heart of Moon Immortal, who was always delighted by her. She was a woman who made teaching rewarding. The first thing to teach, for her sake.
"First, let me explain one thing. The insertion failed earlier, right? Senior Sister, that is not the vaginal opening. Even if my cock were as thin as a little finger, intercourse through the urethra would be impossible."
"What? I-is that so?"
She was startled, her face bright red.
"The vaginal opening is a little lower. Here."
When I gently touched her vaginal opening with a finger, she nodded her head.
"I... I see. Then this is the man's urine hole, right? Where is the hole the seed comes out of?"
She was a woman who'd even asked the junior sister beneath her how to masturbate. Just as she'd once thirsted for martial knowledge, she began eagerly exploring the secret sexual knowledge she'd quietly wondered about all this time.
Ah... where on earth do I even start teaching this ignorant young lady?