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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Vine
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“Then rest well. Let’s do the massage again tomorrow.”
“…Alright.”
Im Seo-ryeon felt both frustrated and disappointed at the leader of the Hongryun Sect, Do-cheol’s, kind farewell. The reason was clear. It was because the leader of the Hongryun Sect, Do-cheol, had not made her feel ‘refreshed.’ It was because he didn’t tell her the way to suppress this ominous heat rising in her body, even though he clearly knew the way.
However, Im Seo-ryeon knew that she shouldn’t be asking for the way to resolve it. She also knew that she shouldn’t be revealing her excitement to others so openly.
“Haa…. Haa….”
Im Seo-ryeon didn’t know that people would call her current state ‘heated up.’
To her, this pleasure that was sweeping over her body today was an unknown area. Her lower belly was itching, and a heat was rising all the way to her head, and it wouldn’t calm down, and a feeling like something was unresolved continued to plague her body.
She couldn’t even do her breathing exercises like this.
Since she couldn’t focus, she couldn’t meditate. She was confined to her room, clutching her sword scabbard and desperately holding onto her arousal.
“Hrr…!”
She unconsciously brought her legs together. Every time her thighs would touch, a strange tingling sensation would come up from her lower body and cool her down. It was as if she had scratched an itch, her expression would naturally relax, and she would make a strange face by using all the muscles on her face.
“Hrr…”
If she tightly clenched her legs together, the thrilling sensation that had come for a moment would disappear like a gust of wind, and if she spread her legs apart, a faint, empty feeling would make her body tremble, causing her to close her legs again.
Im Seo-ryeon, who had been repeatedly pressing down on her lower body to chase the pleasure, had no choice but to clench her teeth, putting her scabbard between her legs.
She shouldn’t be doing this. A disciple who was cultivating in Taoism should not be chasing pleasure through lewd actions like this.
But even as she was thinking that, her legs would unconsciously come together.
As if she was climbing a rope, using the scabbard as support, she would bring her legs together,
and her thighs would press against the cold, blunt scabbard.
“Ugh…!”
In the moment that she unconsciously raised her hips and rubbed her private area against the hard surface of the scabbard.
“Ah…!”
Im Seo-ryeon was swept by a strange sensation she had never felt before, and she almost dropped her sword. And then, as if she were possessed by the explosive pleasure, she tightly clutched onto her sword again. She couldn’t help but look around and catch her breath.
And then she looked down at her sword with her legs spread apart. The tip of the scabbard and the mound of her private area that had slightly protruded forward because she was sitting, were barely touching. If she tilted the sword just a little bit, the scabbard would press down on her most secret area.
“Ah…. Ugh….”
The pleasure that she had felt just now would soak her body again.
Im Seo-ryeon’s eyes trembled. Her brown hair had become messy and draped over her shoulders, and her body was naturally bringing her legs together as if continuing the momentum of the temptation.
When she raised her head again, her eyes still fixed on the scabbard, she could see that she was stealthily raising her hips towards the scabbard, with her knees almost touching each other.
“N-no…!”
She shouted, not knowing to who, and pushed her hips back. And then she carefully placed her sword beside her pillow and tried hard not to look at it. Shaking her head, she forcefully submerged herself into the bedding, curling her body and trying hard to cool down.
“Haa…! Haa…!”
Because her fingers kept fidgeting, she clenched them into fists.
And she repeated to herself inwardly.
That she wouldn’t lose.
That she would not break down to something like this and make a fool of herself.
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“Did you… sleep well?”
The next morning. Im Seo-ryeon was facing her lieutenant with a tired face. It was because she had not slept well since she had been suppressing the rising desires. Although she had thought that her lieutenant would be shocked by seeing her face, it was Im Seo-ryeon who was shocked after making eye contact with him.
The lieutenant’s face was pale, as if he had been attacked by some kind of absorption technique, and his steps were staggering. Im Seo-ryeon was surprised by his pale figure and asked,
“…Did you get attacked or something?”
Then, the lieutenant awkwardly smiled, shook his head, and then said,
“Ah, no. Th…. I was treated very well… last night. It was very… th…. I’m not sure if I should even say this, but it was truly ecstatic. It’s like I could see utopia in front of me.”
Im Seo-ryeon clutched her head and sighed. Even her lieutenant, who was supposed to keep his composure, was like this, so there was no one she could mentally depend on.
“I don’t understand why you’re being so careless when you’re from the Jegal Clan. If you start tasting promiscuity, you won’t be able to escape.”
The lieutenant gave a faint smile at those words and replied,
“It’s fine. There are still three other people in the Jegal Clan who will lead the family other than me.”
The Jegal Clan had four siblings, and they had all been talented in both martial arts and academics, so the expectations placed upon them were high. The lieutenant was the youngest.
Im Seo-ryeon didn’t like the fact that her lieutenant was using the capabilities of his family as an excuse for his own recklessness.
“Lieutenant, that is not right. It is never right for you to throw away your talent by wasting your time on such things.”
The lieutenant was looking at Im Seo-ryeon with a smile on his face, and after Im Seo-ryeon glared at him coldly, he corrected his expression and said,
“…I’ll keep that in mind.”
And then, Im Seo-ryeon turned around and took a deep breath. The more distance she put between her and the lieutenant, the more embarrassed she became, realizing her face was flushed.
If you start tasting promiscuity, then you’ll never escape.
Weren’t those words directed to her as well?
In the distance, the doors were opening. Seon-go, who had her black hair neatly braided, was waiting with a composed attitude, and beside her was Do-cheol, staring at her.
The moment that Im Seo-ryeon saw them, she couldn’t help but take a deep breath.
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“I’ll end it here today.”
“Hiss…! Hiss…! Ah…! Ugh…!”
Im Seo-ryeon let out a moan as she tore at the bedding on the floor. She unconsciously rubbed her groin against the bedding, her hips subtly rising and falling, and she panted while clutching tightly onto her scabbard.
Seon-go, after washing her hands, had wiped down Im Seo-ryeon’s body, and Im Seo-ryeon seemed to be focusing all her senses to experience even a sliver of pleasure from those touches.
“Ah…!”
But she was unable to reach her peak again today.
The clumsy hands were always just leaving her right at the edge of pleasure.
“Thank you for your hard work.”
Seon-go leisurely covered Im Seo-ryeon’s body with clothes as if she was aware of it or not. Although Im Seo-ryeon tried to act composed in front of her, her face had become flushed red, and her pupils were darting around.
Seon-go smiled and said to her,
“If it was my husband, then he could’ve… made you feel even better. I’m embarrassed that I couldn’t satisfy you.”
Im Seo-ryeon felt her ears twitching at those words, but she couldn’t show it. She shouldn’t. Because the moment that she revealed such an indecent desire, it felt like some part of her life would collapse.
“…N-no, I’m… satisfied…”
She wasn’t satisfied.
It would have been better if she had just not felt anything at all. Their massage always ended right before a large wave of pleasure would crash down on her as if closing a window, blocking it from her.
Im Seo-ryeon pretended to be okay and walked out. Her steps were staggering, because her lower belly felt hot, and her insides were tingling.
“Haa…!”
A moan instinctively escaped her mouth.
Im Seo-ryeon, startled, covered her mouth with her hand and tried to forget the sound she had just made.
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“Ngaaah! Aah! Honey, you’re so good!”
“Ugh! Ah…! Uooooh…! Ohh…!”
In her room where she had returned to sleep.
She could faintly hear the lieutenant being ravaged from afar. The chaotic noises that she would have thought pathetic were now a catalyst for setting her body aflame.
“Uoooooooooh!”
Because Im Seo-ryeon, in the moments when the lewd, blatant, and vulgar sounds reached their peak, had also thought that she was envious of them.
But she couldn’t lose to this pleasure.
She was a first-rate master of the Hengsan Sect, and someone who had followed the Taoist teachings for a long time.
And she was a swordsman.
Im Seo-ryeon thought that and raised her head.
Her sword came into view.
For a warrior, a sword was their most important companion with whom they shared their joys and sorrows.
For a Taoist cultivator, a sword was a divine ceremonial tool and the path towards becoming a sword master.
And now for Im Seo-ryeon, the sword.
Had a blunt and smooth scabbard, was the perfect thickness to put between her legs, and was made of a hard material….
“No!”
Im Seo-ryeon denied her gaze that was fixated on the sword as if possessed.
And then she curled herself up, embracing her increasingly heating body.
She pinched her thighs, clenched her teeth, and inserted a hand between her legs.
And then the moment that her mound and her arm brushed against each other.
“Ah….”
A moan leaked out with a tingling sensation.
Her sensitive body was heated up enough to feel a great pleasure from the smallest of stimulations.
“Haa…. Haa….”
Perhaps it would be okay if it was just a little bit of touching.
Instead of using her sword for profane reasons, it would be better for her to relieve herself in another direction.
Wasn’t it better to resolve the problem on her own rather than causing more trouble?
A question and answer that rationalized what she was going to do followed in her head.
Since she was both the one who was asking the questions and the one answering them, the answer was obvious.
She raised one finger.
She poked the prominent mound of flesh between her curved legs with her finger, and with a shiver of her shoulders she began to relish the pleasure.
“Ah…!”
While telling herself that it would be okay at this level.
While telling herself that it would be okay since she had endured this viscous pleasure.
“Aaah…!”
Like a child playing around.
Poke.
Poke.
“Aaaah…!”
She wriggled her finger with a moan.
