84. Temporary Residence (9)
Temporary Residence (9)
84. Temporary Residence (9)
Exceptional talent wasn't just the ability to accumulate internal energy quickly. First came the extraordinary dynamic vision essential in combat. I had lately been forced to develop it through repeated brushes with death. Son Yeong was different. She'd possessed that ability from the start, to the point that she could see the sword paths of the Moonlit Divine Sword. Then came judgment and concentration. I could only defeat opponents one or two levels below me, while she could continue fighting opponents one or two levels above her. Damn talent. Resenting it was pointless, so I had to train under these disadvantages. Just let me reach the level of a first-rate master. Anyone I couldn't beat then, I could handle with the Spirit Vessel Art.
Among exceptional talents, acute sensitivity was included too. Maybe that was why, right now—when I lightly squeezed Son Yeong's chest, her small nipples instantly stiffened erect.
"I... you don't like them because my breasts are small, do you? And my nipples aren't much different from Junior Sister Cho's."
She asked anxiously, nestled in my arms.
"Your breasts aren't small, Senior Sister Son. Senior Sister Lee and Master are simply exceptionally large."
"And... my nipples? Are those all right?"
As expected, she had a complex about something completely off the wall. What man in the world would dislike a beauty like this standing before him, just because her nipples were a bit small?
"They're fine. I can even suck them like this, see?"
I gently bit her chest and rolled her nipple with my tongue, and she flinched and twitched. Women with good sensitivity really were the best. They boosted a man's pride. After I'd lightly caressed her breasts, she imitated me, sucking my chest with her mouth.
"Still, they're bigger than yours, Junior Brother."
"It'd be a big problem if mine were bigger."
She was beautiful, flashing a bright smile at such a trivial remark. Now I slipped my hand to Son Yeong's crotch and caressed her pussy, but unexpectedly, this part didn't surprise her.
"Masturbation—I do it every day."
A woman's tale of self-pleasure, the kind of thing she'd normally die before confessing, she told me with confidence, as if boasting about her preparation.
"You masturbated every day without even knowing what a penis looks like?"
"I imagined the hand stroking my vaginal opening was your large hand, Junior Brother. Sometimes, when I squeezed my breasts like this, a tingling sensation rose from my pussy to the top of my head. When I kept going, something sticky, almost like urine, came out on my fingers."
"That was not urine. It was arousal fluid. Earlier, you suddenly tried to shove my cock into your vaginal opening. If you try that before you are wet, you can seriously hurt yourself."
"I-is that so? J-Junior Brother... something's happening to me. The Yin Blossom Art is circulating on its own, and my crotch has started tingling. That little nub down there too—the one like a nipple. There's so much fluid now, so I think it must be time to mate."
On her pure face was carved an intense lust she herself couldn't understand. She lacked knowledge, but with pure biological instinct, she desperately wanted my cock.
"Senior Sister. What we do from now on will hurt a lot."
"As a martial artist, I've steeled my resolve."
She lay on the floor and spread both legs wide apart. With her eyes squeezed shut, she was preparing to receive a man's cock. Having dealt only with Master and Jeong-hyang, a normal pussy with such lush pubic hair was a sight I hadn't seen in a while. I slowly pushed my penis into her vaginal opening, but though she knew how to spread her legs, she didn't know how to relax her pussy, and it pushed back hard against my glans. That strength was worthy of a martial artist, but I was a martial artist too. A pussy was, after all, an organ made to take a cock. When I applied a little more force and pushed in, my cock finally slid inside smoothly.
Unlike Master or Senior Sister, she was barely at the first stage of Yin Blossom Art, so I'd expected her to scream, but she kept her mouth firmly shut and endured the pain.
"Is... is it in?"
"Yes. It hurts a lot, doesn't it?"
"A... a little. But only a little. It feels much better than it hurts."
"From now on, it'll get even better."
I couldn't do the rough, pounding thing I did with Master. I started moving my hips gently, kindly, carefully, slowly, and she wrapped both legs around my waist in an instinctive motion to let the penetration go deeper.
That was right. She was a woman strong against pain, who could endure anything for a purpose. Casting aside the careful movements—what her head wanted, not her instincts—I too began rutting into this strong female according to a male's instincts. And she, with her acute sensitivity, came to climax in an instant.
"Ju-Junior Brother! Th-the stars are twinkling!"
Huh? That was one fresh and bizarre orgasm review.
"Ah... I get it. I understand now. Just as there is the sun and the moon, there are man and woman. I now understand completely why a human standing on the earth must mimic the moon in the night sky to trace the sword path."
I was going to lose it. This woman was currently gaining a bolt-from-the-blue enlightenment from her first-ever orgasm.
"I unfold a sword that holds the moon, but you, Junior Brother, unfold the Flame Blossom Art that holds the sun. Even though the two seem like complete opposites, just as that allows us to become one like this, we were two sides of a single whole. Behind me when I swing the Moonlit Divine Sword, you, Junior Brother, unleashing Flame Aura, have always been there together with me."
No... I couldn't use Flame Aura yet... I was barely at the Flame Qi level, damn it.
Partly afraid of disrupting her enlightenment, and partly afraid that if I ejaculated inside her when she was only at Yin Blossom Art's first stage, I'd turn her into a mother and ruin the Moonlit Divine Sword and everything else, I quietly pulled out my cock and watched over her.
Unlike the long, drawn-out contemplation after the last life-or-death duel, her eyes changed in an instant. With barely six years of internal power, an immense surge of internal energy whirled within her like a small typhoon.
I was jealous. Enlightenment, in the middle of sex. And from that incomprehensible nonsense, a near-doubling of her internal energy. A fucking unfair world. At least in a capitalist society, even if you had no talent, you could pull your weight if you worked hard at simple manual labor. But in this world of martial arts, how exactly was a person with no talent supposed to live?
"Junior Brother. Thank you again. It really is you. You are the one who always blows my small world apart in a single breath and shows me an entirely new one."
She finished her strange enlightenment and looked at me with clear eyes.
"I'm glad it helped."
"Still, it's a little disappointing. I've made progress in the Moonlit Divine Sword, but now that I've slept with you, Junior Brother, I'll be carrying a child before long. Achieving martial arts was my dream, but you and our child are more precious, so I'll have to take care of my health for the time being."
"Martial Aunt. Starting tomorrow, please get some sex education from Master and Senior Sister Jeong."
"I'm sorry. I'm drunk on a rapturous joy right now, feeling so very happy, but you don't seem that way, Junior Brother. I'll learn lots of ways to please a man from Master and Senior Sister Jeong."
No. Sex techniques were important too, but I meant she should learn sexual knowledge first.
Explaining right now would probably take all night anyway, so I pulled the blissfully happy Son Yeong into my arms and lay down on the bed just like that.
The next day, after breakfast and before heading to the training hall, I called Master aside and handed her a purse containing five taels of gold.
"What's this, Yeongmok?"
"It's a dowry. It seems I must keep the promise I made with you, Master."
"A dowry? And a promise?"
Master tilted her head.
"I have laid my hands on your second disciple. Please grant me permission to take responsibility like a man and take her as my own."
"Ah! So it really was true! This morning, I thought Yeong's walk was oddly strange, so I was worried she might have masturbated with a wooden root instead of her hand, but it was you, Yeongmok!"
She didn't particularly get angry. Master just spoke with a startled surprise.
"Senior Sister Son didn't even know what a wooden dildo was, let alone a man's penis. She tried to mate through my urethra, and even though I didn't ejaculate, she was stroking her belly with a blissful look this morning just because we'd had sex. As her master—and as my first wife—please take responsibility and educate her properly."
"Whew. In the end, everything turned out just as Hyang said. Yeong may know nothing about men, but she has a good eye for them. I have no choice now but to respect her choice."
Inside that short sigh were hidden deep worry and relief.
"I understand. Now I'll pass on the Yin-Yang Art to Yeong, along with the knowledge of man and woman."
Master said it with a refreshed expression and a bright laugh. She, who thought only of her disciples' futures, must have agonized over this problem countless times. In the end, it was a matter of Son Yeong's heart and mine.
"You mustn't teach her strange fetishes like yours, Master."
"No. She has to learn those things. I'm learning Hyang's gentle, affectionate lovemaking, and Hyang is learning my submissive kind, is she not? Yeong must learn all of our preferences too. This concerns us as wives, not our master-disciple relationship, so you have no say in it, Yeongmok."
Us wives. The new relationship between Son Yeong and Master, defined by that single phrase. Master spoke that phrase aloud, and for some reason, she looked immensely happy.
She'd end up liking it anyway.
A small conversation aside, another day at Yeongsan Sect began again today. In the morning, everyone gathered to train, and in the afternoon, they were originally supposed to attend to their own sect duties. But honestly, Byeok-geum and Ban Ho-jeong handled Yeongsan Sect's affairs with such frightening perfection that, except for Lee Eun-ha, it was basically free time.
Jeong-hyang and I did martial arts training in the training hall in the afternoons too, while Son Yeong trained her internal energy on moonlit nights, so she went to sleep in the afternoons. Master was now, as sect leader, rewriting all manner of texts to fill the pitiful, burnt-down library of Yeongsan Sect.
I didn't know about other books, but it was truly a relief that Master had memorized the entirety of rare secret manuals like the Yin-Yang Art. I too needed to reach the fifth stage of the Yang Blossom Art soon, and I thought it was really fortunate that the oral formula hadn't been lost. Still, as Hwangseong had warned, we decided not to leave things like the Four Heroes' Martial Arts as secret manuals for the time being. The White Tiger Sect guarded us, but these temporary quarters were equally easy for countless people to approach closely, due to the guests at Yeongsan Lodge.
If legendary martial arts or the Wudang Sect's highest-level martial arts, still the absolute power in the martial world, were to be witnessed by someone, the matter would spiral out of control. As for things like the Spirit-Binding Art and the Four Heroes' secret manuals, we decided to recreate them only after Yeongsan Sect was rebuilt and a sturdy library was completed. In the end, most of the secret manuals Master compiled were just numerous Daoist texts she'd received instruction on from Hwangseong. Whether martial or Daoist studies, they might not be very useful to us right now, but recalling the Yeongsan Sect of not long ago, she fully understood the difficulties that a weak collection of manuals brought upon a sect, so Master was pouring her heart and soul into passing down Yeongsan Sect's teachings to her descendants.
The change in her—who until just a short while ago had been trying to marry off her disciples and end the sect—was the very image of our Yeongsan Sect itself.
The martial world didn't know it yet, but Yeongsan Sect was quietly changing. Each person grew stronger in her own way, and as some enjoyed a lover's affection, and others a warm, unchanging family-like love, the seasons shifted before we knew it.
When I first arrived here, Yeongsan was a spring that had overcome the cold winter and bloomed with quiet flowers, but before I knew it, the hot summer had passed, and even the autumn, dyed red with maple leaves, was quietly falling like the leaves. Now the cold winter that Yeongsan Sect had once so dreaded was beginning. But no one in Yeongsan Sect feared the winter wind any longer. The storehouse was always plentiful, they had grown strong, and my Flame Qi, a substitute for a hand warmer, had evolved into Blazing Fire Qi.