How Does Brother Namgung Know About Female Corruption…?
After a short wait the dishes they had ordered arrived, and their first memorable meal in the secular world began at once.
“Brother Namgung. I will eat with gratitude.”
“No need for that kind of formality. Do you plan to thank me every time we sit down to eat? Just dig in.”
Brother Namgung did not so much as touch the crêpe set before him. Instead he rested his chin in both hands and watched me with a gentle smile.
“…………………”
Feeling oddly bashful, I lowered my head and picked up my own crêpe.
“………!”
It was sweet.
“As I was saying… Starting tomorrow I intend to teach you a heart method. Its name is the Fragrant Boast Heart Method… …Are you even listening…?”
The moment I bit into the thin, fluffy wheat pancake, the bright, nutty cream, the soft batter, and the sweetness of the strawberries all melted together on my tongue.
“…Did you know? These days the Sichuan Tang Clan isn’t making throwing knives—they’re making toys shaped like a man’s member. And the latest ones even vibrate.”
“……Kehek! Cough, cough.”
This time I choked for real.
“Ugh… Brother Namgung! Why do you keep making such outrageous jokes every time we eat!?”
I protested in fury, yet Brother Namgung did not so much as flinch; he merely narrowed his eyes in a lazy smile.
“I saw you bolting your food without listening to a word I said, and I worried you might choke. I was simply looking out for you, telling you to slow down.”
“……….”
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And so they resumed the meal, this time properly conversing. While they talked, Brother Namgung’s gaze lingered on my hands; suddenly he seized one of them and gently stroked the palm with his own slender white fingers.
“Just how did you live up in those mountains? Living alone must have been no small hardship… Looking at these hands, it seems you never once did household chores. Not a single callus—soft as a child’s.”
“Haha, you flatter me…?”
I could not quite tell whether his words were praise or not.
“It is no flattery… Hmm.”
“………?”
Come to think of it, Brother Namgung had been acting a little strange for a while now. In the middle of conversation he kept glancing somewhere else.
What on earth is so interesting that he keeps looking over there…?
At the end of Brother Namgung’s line of sight…
“……Huk……!”
The waiter who had earlier spoken so warmly with Brother Namgung and brought their food was now sitting on the lap of a middle-aged man who looked like a customer. From their seats they could not see the waiter’s expression, yet even as the man’s hand slid up the inside of his thigh the waiter did not push it away; he simply continued pouring tea.
According to Brother Namgung the waiters here are all men past the age of twenty… How can one man fawn over another like that…?
“I say, waiter. How about my room later…?”
The middle-aged man was now openly propositioning him.
“Ahem…. Even if you’re curious, don’t stare so hard with your face all red. It makes your inexperience far too obvious.”
Startled by Brother Namgung’s chiding, I whipped my head around. He was watching me with a knowing little smirk, as if he already understood everything.
“Ah… no. I wasn’t trying to peep….”
Even I knew how unconvincing the excuse sounded.
“Come now! Lying to me of all people. I never said you did anything wrong. You’re at the age when the blood runs hot—it’s only natural to take an interest in such things.”
Ugh……!
Brother Namgung’s teasing, delivered as though he had finally caught me red-handed, was more than I could bear.
“I’m tired—I’m going to rest! Have a good night, Brother Namgung.”
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…And so, after bidding Brother Namgung good night and returning to my room, all I wanted was to fall asleep quickly….
“Nngh-hoo♡ Oooh♡ I’m cumming♡ Four times already♡♡”
“……Th-that… how shameless……!”
I burrowed under the blanket and tried to ignore the sounds so I could sleep, but sweat soaked the covers and made rest impossible.
What in the world are they doing to make noises like that…?
I opened my eyes again and stared at the wall. My own room was dark, yet next door a lamp was lit for whatever deed they were performing; bright light leaked through a hole in the wall.
“I’m cumming-cumming-cumming♡♡ Nngh-goooh♡♡ Once you taste something like this…♡♡ You can never go back♡♡”
“Gulp….”
A thick rush of saliva slid down my throat before I could stop it.
It’s not that I’m harboring lewd thoughts. I just genuinely want to know what they’re doing….
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I pressed myself against the hole in the wall and put one eye to it.
I have to see with my own eyes how they can keep going for more than two hours, or I’ll never sleep in peace…! It’s not that I want to watch something dirty…!
For a moment the bright light from next door dazzled me; once my eyes adjusted…
the naked body of the middle-aged man came into view.
“……Eut……?!”
Of all things, the man was standing with his back to the wall that had the hole. In other words, all I could see was his rear view.
Damn it…!
The disappointment lasted only a second. When I slowly examined that back, I saw the man was gripping something and pumping his hips with great vigor.
C-could it be….
With tremendous strength the middle-aged man was literally lifting the waiter and bouncing him up and down…!
“O-oh♡ I’m dying♡♡ Kill me♡♡”
And the waiter…
every time he was hoisted and slammed back down, flesh slapped against flesh; his faintly visible toes curled tight…
and he let out screams of pure ecstasy.
How good must it feel for him to cry out that he’s dying…?
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“T-truly incredible….”
Though I could not see the two of them clearly from the front and felt a touch of regret, I had still witnessed an extraordinary spectacle.
“Man and woman… no. So this is what the joining of two people looks like…?”
Beyond the middle-aged man’s back I could see the waiter’s feet—lifted like an object, toes curling every time they were driven onto the man’s crotch, beast-like cries pouring out….
How good does it feel to make him act like that?
“………Enough, stop the idle thoughts! Just go to sleep!”
Thinking any deeper felt dangerous… a warning signal flashed somewhere in my mind. After seeing such a scene my body was too heated for easy sleep, yet I forced my eyes shut and tried to rest.
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The next day.
After a light wash and breakfast I went to Brother Namgung’s room to begin learning the heart method.
“Now… from today you will learn the Fragrant Boast Heart Method, a part of the Femboy Divine Art.”
“Every time I hear it, the name really is strange….”
“Ahem!”
“Ah, sorry! ……?”
Expecting another flick to the forehead like last time, I squeezed my eyes shut—but the dreaded flick never came. When I opened them, Brother Namgung’s flower-like face, carefully made up, was full of smiles; he seemed especially cheerful today.
“If you know you’re sorry, don’t complain about the name.”
Smiling from ear to ear, Brother Namgung stepped right up to me and stroked my hair.
Eut……….
Today a soft, sweet scent of jasmine clung to him.
“All right, let’s truly begin. Since you called it strange, I’ll explain the meaning first: it means ‘to boast of fragrance.’”
He sat me on the bed and began to expound the heart method.
“First, a man’s body produces yang energy in the seminal vesicles and stores it in the testicles. But if the prostate—the organ just beneath the bladder—begins generating vast amounts of yin energy… what do you think happens?”
“Um…. It would stop producing yang energy?”
“Exactly the opposite! To resist the yin energy, the seminal vesicles produce even more yang.”
Brother Namgung looked thoroughly pleased with my answer and stroked my hair again.
“That is how one can experience the effects of the… heart method at a completely different speed.”
Growing stronger quickly was welcome, yet Brother Namgung’s method was so different from the heart methods I had heard of in the martial world that worry was inevitable.
“Um… Brother Namgung. Isn’t internal energy normally stored in the dantian?”
He nodded.
“That is also true, but that method cannot produce results in a short time. A human life lasts eighty years at most. The age when people spent half their lives training and only a gifted few finally entered the secular world near forty is already over.”
“Is that so…….”
Being a complete outsider to martial affairs, I had no choice but to trust Brother Namgung.
“I have taught the Femboy Divine Art to well over a thousand people, so do not worry too much. …Come to think of it, once you master the Femboy Divine Art, what sort of figure do you wish to become?”
At his question the events of the previous night rose in my mind. Even though I had only peeped through a hole in the wall, the middle-aged man’s back, lower body, and arms—packed solid with muscle, not an ounce of fat—were the kind of powerful physique any man would admire and strive for.
When I did not answer at once, Brother Namgung somehow interpreted my silence and crossed his arms with confident flair.
“Heh, I already have a fair idea what you’ll say. Among the great seniors in the Western Regions there was one who used a spirit-beast teddy bear named Youyou. His thighs and smiling eyes were truly of the sort that could topple a nation. With your potential you could easily surpass that level…”
Having sorted my thoughts, I cut him off and spoke my mind.
“I want to train external arts hard and become a powerfully masculine giant packed full of muscle… a true titan!”
“……W-what did you just say……?!”
As though the answer had never once entered his imagination, Brother Namgung’s eyes flew wide open.