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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Vine
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Five days since the massage had begun.
“Haa…! Ah…!”
Im Seo-ryeon threw herself onto the bedding and took off her underwear as soon as she returned. The teasing touches that tickled her over her underwear, like a playful prank, were making her body burn even hotter with each passing day.
At first, she had thought that she could cool the heat down by touching herself with her fingers. She had thought that she would be able to endure the night by giving herself thrilling stimulations.
“Aaang…!”
But one day, while poking and prodding at her underwear with her fingers, she realized that the deeper she pressed, the longer the thrilling sensation lasted, and from then on, her finger began to poke deeply, before slowly pulling it out, in a manner that could not be expressed with simple words like poke, poke, poke.
“Ah…! Ah…! Aah…! Ugh…!”
And yesterday, she felt that even this wasn’t enough. She realized that rubbing herself up and down with a wider area felt better than just using her fingers.
The fact that pressing down on a wide area and sweeping upwards felt even better had acted as an excuse for her, saying that she had to be able to cool the heat in her body to escape from this dirty possession.
“Haa! Aaaah…! Aah…!”
It felt better to sweep her bare skin than over her clothes.
“Hiss! Ah! Aang!”
It felt better to move her hips with her hand than just her hands.
“Ah…! Ah…!”
She went under the covers and put her hands between her legs as soon as the servants left, and she started to rub her private area with her palm open. Im Seo-ryeon let out sounds of ecstasy and squirmed every time the palm of her hand and her soft private area, covered in lewd fluids, would rub against each other, creating sounds.
“Aaah! Ah!”
And then, with all her strength in her hand, a vulgar, squelching sound would echo in the room as her hips rose and fell.
“Ah…! Aaaah…! Ugh…!”
Finally, she was able to reach a light climax, her waist trembling and floating up like a bridge.
“Ah…! Aaaaagh…! Aaaah…!”
And then, Im Seo-ryeon, who had reached her climax, realized that the stimulation was not enough to resolve the lust that was still burning inside her.
Because Do-cheol and Seon-go had touched all parts of her body and slowly increased the threshold for her pleasure, her amateur masturbation wasn’t enough for her to reach a proper orgasm. And after the sharp sensations that dominated her body had subsided, her body asked with a breath that resembled a laugh.
‘Is this it?’
Im Seo-ryeon unconsciously turned her head. Her sword was right in front of her eyes. The blunt scabbard and its long and smooth surface.
Im Seo-ryeon, who had her body trembling with pleasure, unconsciously reached out her hand.
[What is a sword?]
Drip, drip, water droplets fell on the floor on a humid evening.
In the distance, lewd sounds from the lieutenant’s room were echoing through the night.
“Honey. Today I’ll show you a new technique. Okay, put your hips like this! When you turn them like this…!”
“Nuooooooooh! Uuuuuuuh!”
Within the chaotic and lewd sounds that did not fit the situation, Im Seo-ryeon recalled the question her master had posed to her. She had been kneeling before her master, and behind her master was her long and blunt sword, gleaming. Im Seo-ryeon had been curious at that time about the difference between the sword that her master used and her own sword.
Why was her master’s sword so gleaming just by looking at it, and why did it make such a beautiful sound every time it was wielded, and why was it so light than her own? Why couldn’t she wield her sword as lightly as her master did?
It was a time when she was filled with distracting thoughts rather than the heart to practice martial arts. Her master smiled as if she understood Im Seo-ryeon’s complicated and young heart and asked her a question.
[Seo-ryeon, what do you think a sword is?]
Im Seo-ryeon answered then. She looked straight at her master with a determined face with her fist tightly clenched.
[It is mountain climbing.]
[Why do you think that?]
[Because it is about endlessly surpassing those who came before us and moving forward. Seeking enlightenment, seeking further enlightenment and continuing to climb. Until you reach the peak. That is why I think practicing with a sword is like climbing a mountain.]
But her resolve to climb to a higher position with her sword didn’t seem to have resonated well with her master. Im Seo-ryeon’s master slowly shook her head with a smile and said,
[That’s not a good answer.]
[Why? It is only natural for those who learn the sword to seek enlightenment, isn’t it?]
[No, it is not. Enlightenment and strength, are but empty fame given to us by others. People label and evaluate the process of us learning and finding enlightenment with things like first-rate and second-rate, and also want to be evaluated.]
At that time, Im Seo-ryeon’s master had shown off her sword. The sound of the blade leaving the scabbard was not heard, and neither was the sound of her cutting through the air when she wielded it. Im Seo-ryeon was unable to even properly examine the trajectory of the sword, even though the true form of the Hengsan Sword Style was being displayed before her eyes.
She could only roughly determine the trajectory by the flashing light that reflected the sun every time the sword was wielded. After performing the last technique of the Hengsan Sword Style, dragging her foot across the ground, tilting her sparkling sword blade, her master stood in place.
Im Seo-ryeon was speechless with her mouth agape at the sight of her master, and her master was smiling with satisfaction as if she had felt refreshed after a single sword dance.
[Why would those who are seeking truth through the sword, try to categorize it as first-rate, or second-rate? To categorize people, would mean to create superiority and inferiority. If superiority and inferiority are created, then the truth would become distorted, and an inner demon will haunt the heart.]
A soft sound was heard when she put the sword into the scabbard. It was as if she was purposely making the sound for her to hear, the sound of the blade lightly brushing against the scabbard rang in Im Seo-ryeon’s ears.
[We should not do such things. Since we have gathered here to enlighten ourselves to the truth of the world through martial arts, we must not do such things.]
The scabbard made a tapping sound. The sound rang out in the large training ground, and Im Seo-ryeon felt that her heart was trembling.
[Seo-ryeon, I hope that you would use your sword differently.]
“Master…”
Im Seo-ryeon stood up without realizing it, reaching out her hand towards her sword.
There were tears welling up in her eyes, and her face was flushed with shame.
Her heated body, from the four days of massage, was unconsciously making her grasp the sword. It made her look over the shape of the blunt scabbard once, before embracing it.
Im Seo-ryeon tightly held onto her sword as if she was hugging a doll and positioned it so that the tip of the scabbard was pointing towards her private parts. And then, she raised her hips and rubbed them against the blunt scabbard, closing her eyes and relishing in the pleasure.
“Ugh…! Hng…! Ah…!”
Just using her fingers wasn’t enough.
No matter how she poked and rubbed, she couldn’t properly resolve her arousal. She felt as if everything would become okay with just a single climax that would shoot up to her head, but an incomplete burning was continuing, and her mind was a chaotic mess.
So she had used her hand.
She used her palm to rub and caress, before she was able to finally reach her peak, but her body was still demanding more pleasure as if that was not enough. In a situation where she couldn’t feel refreshed at all, Im Seo-ryeon reached out her hand toward the sword.
“Ah! Aang! Ugh! Ah!”
[Why would those who seek truth through the sword, try to categorize it with first-rate, or second-rate? To categorize people, would mean to create superiority and inferiority. If superiority and inferiority are created, then the truth would become distorted, and an inner demon will haunt the heart.]
Her master’s voice echoed in her head.
She had always taught her in a calm and slow tone. Even when she was first learning the Hengsan Sword Style, her master had personally grabbed her sword and taught her the basics of swordsmanship.
“Ah! Aah…! Ugh! Ah!”
[We should not do such things. Since we have gathered here to enlighten ourselves through the way of the sword, we must not do such things.]
Im Seo-ryeon had many excuses.
“Aang! Aah! Ugh! Ah!”
For example, she could argue that it was a ritual.
Since a sword was also a tool of a shaman, which was used to cut down monsters, it was a ritual to cleanse one’s evil heart by rubbing her body with her sword.
“Ugh! Ah! Aang! Ah!”
But Im Seo-ryeon couldn’t even think of excuses like that. The moment she put the scabbard against her body, she was lost in a trance and just kept rubbing it.
“Ugh! Aang! Ah!”
The action that had started while she was lying down, with her hugging her pillow and rubbing herself,
“Aaaah! Ah! Aah…!”
had turned into her moving like she was stabbing with the sword up and down.
“Haa…! Ah…! Aaaah! Ugh! Ah!”
And then, she would lift her hips up and down as if she was stabbing at the tip of the scabbard.
“Ah…! Aaah…! Aaaah…!”
And she was able to reach a climax more easily than before.
“Aaaahng! Ugh! Ugh…!”
She raised her trembling body, and she suddenly recalled her master’s voice.
[Seo-ryeon, I hope that you would use your sword differently.]
I wonder if my Master would approve of this method.
Im Seo-ryeon didn’t want to ask that question.
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