Chapter 602 – Peach Lips (2)

“Master, I love you.”

One cannot be unaware of the feelings of their disciple.
After all, Heaven herself once experienced such emotions.

‘So, you persist in stirring my heart till the very end?’

There was a time when Heaven was not so steadfast.

She swung her novice fists, trailing her father in his unattainable state.
During the days when she would inwardly whine, tired of the relentless training, fluttering her short wings, preening her yellow feathers.
Heaven too had a memory of a love that was searingly profound.

‘It must be agonizingly painful, and deeply sorrowful when love doesn’t bear fruit.’

She can’t recall who she loved or yearned for.

However,

She had a hazy understanding that her love had concluded in heartbreak.

‘I will remember.’

She will reclaim her sisters’ bodies and retrieve her lost memories.
These were the twin dreams held by Heaven, the sole survivor at the point of Do-won’s annihilation.

Her naïve, initial love.
Even now, it would occasionally surface in her dreams.

A dark night, a meadow of peach blossoms. The sturdy figure of a man leaving her behind, distancing himself.
Even as an adult, she was entranced by his heroic stance, battling fiercely against the enemy, fearlessly confronting the raging fire.
She didn’t know who he was, but she was captivated by his broad back.
Merely envisioning his silhouette caused her chest to tighten, choking her breath.

‘It must have been then.’

The moment you entered my heart.

She can’t forget him, the one who courageously shouted obscenities at the fierce White Peach during their initial encounter.
Initially, she found it odd, but it was merely a result of their uncanny resemblance.
Since then, she harbored a fondness for him.
She found joy in his every lesson, stumbling and bounding towards her like an eager puppy, making her laugh countless times.

The taste of the shared cigarettes, kindled by their joint fire, was also extraordinary.

‘I was proud.’

Her disciple was talented and adept at cooking.
Apart from a few character flaws, he was near perfect.
She thought that he would be worthy enough to be Zodiac’s lover. If he was her disciple, he would cherish Zodiac forever.

‘Indeed.’

He claimed to be jubilant to have met her, but her thoughts differed slightly.
She was uncertain how he ended up with such an inadequate master.
She suspected he was oblivious to her foolishness. In reality, she exhibited plenty of embarrassing behaviors, driven by her desire to appear admirable before her disciple.

Nevertheless, she was a foolish woman, forever desiring to remain his master.

He might believe that he’s surpassed her, but she’s the only one who cherishes him this deeply.

She was confident.

“I love you.”

However, his sentiments were different.

He experienced emotions entirely dissimilar from hers.

“It can’t be.”
“But I don’t mind.”

Despite her rejections, he confessed, relentless in his pursuit.
As if he wouldn’t cease until she accepted his feelings. His method of persistently pressing, despite the burden it imposed… .

‘Such disgrace…’

I despised it.
I resented that confession burrowing into my heart.

I hadn’t yet forgotten that past love. It was unpalatable, the way it consistently sought to claim a corner of my heart.

“Master, I love you.”
“…I cannot become one with you.”
“Even so.”

Please, do not overlay my heart.

You, the sole person remaining for me. You, who understand and respect me. If you’re so covetous, so eager to desire me…

‘What should I do?’

* * * * * * * * * *

The dawn in Cheondo arrives swiftly.

– Flash!

Upon opening my eyes and surveying my surroundings, my flank feels chilled and the dim room seems particularly desolate.

Is this already the umpteenth day of rehabilitation?
Discarding the martial arts was one thing, but even gathering strength was grueling.

Upon the day’s break, I must rise promptly to consume my meal.

In the solitude of my battle against illness, mealtime was the sole reprieve from my isolation.

“Wiki, what happens if you only eat sausages?”
“…You get plump and father disapproves.”
“And what should I do?”
“You must thoroughly chew on the bell peppers and onions too.”

Wiki, who had been pecking at the stir-fried soya with her fork, was reprimanded by her mother. And she would sulk, her lips puckered, whenever she craved a post-meal snack.

Cheondo watched this scene with a smile.
Wiki, Lee Si-heon’s daughter, bore more resemblance to her father each day, and her overwhelming cuteness never grew old.

As the meal continued, Alba would inquire about my health.

“How do you feel today?”
“…Not too shabby.”
“That’s good. Remember to take your medicine. He will likely pay a visit today.”

Lee Si-heon is coming.
At those words, Cheondo’s heart fluttered weakly.
Simultaneously, a wave of gloom washed over her at Alba’s term, ‘him’.

‘Does he find all women, my disciples, equally attractive?’

Alba was Lee Si-heon’s lover. They even had a daughter together, the adorable Wiki.

Cheondo couldn’t dispel this piercing pain in her heart. What was this feeling? Jealousy? Surely not.

The problem was Lee Si-heon, who used his lower body as he pleased.
Regardless of being King Mokryeong, it was unacceptable.

If it had been that man from Dowonhyang…

‘Certainly?’

How much could one possibly remember about a stranger?
The taste of the meal faded, leaving Cheondo managing nothing more than a strained expression.

“King Mokryeong?”
“Ah, it’s nothing. I just dozed off for a moment.”
“You’re unwell, it can’t be helped. Go and rest well.”

Alba’s eyes slanted enticingly. It was an expression Lee Si-heon wore from time to time when he visited.

From the looks of it, Lee Si-heon aims to claim exclusivity when he arrives. Ordinarily, one might overlook this as expressions of affection between lovers. But…

“…Try to wait this time.”
“Will you?”

Unintentionally, Cheondo found herself obstructing Alba’s path.

After the meal concluded, Cheondo sat in the living room, passing time. She attempted to engage Hwangdo and Baekdo in conversation, but no responses came.

All she could do was wait for her apprentice.

Casually sprawled in the living room chair, her feeble limbs hanging loosely, she watched the ticking second hand of the clock, anticipating the arrival of her beloved.

This was, rather absurdly, Cheondo’s daily routine.

She awaited Lee Si-heon’s arrival with eager anticipation, spent joyous moments in his company, and then fell asleep awaiting another day to meet him.

-Startled.

If he were present, they could laugh and chatter, just like the old times when Hwangdo and Baekdo would engage in lively banter. Though only two remained, Cheondo felt an overwhelming wave of nostalgia emanating from him.

“I’ve arrived—Ah, Master? Why are you here?”

The corners of her mouth twitched involuntarily at Lee Si-heon’s irreverent voice.

Cheondo swiftly concealed her smile, then, adopting a stern tone, she responded,

“There was sufficient reason. What happened today? Tell me.”

“Of course, I should.”

Let’s proceed.

At Si-heon’s words, Cheondo suppressed the tumult within her chest and rose from her seat. Today should pass without incident. However, Cheondo was already aware of the future that was destined to unfold.

-Apprehensive.

The two entered Cheondo’s room. The moment the door closed, the air grew dense.

-Swiftly

The outer garment the disciple had been wearing was hung up, and the wild, masculine scent skimmed Cheondo’s nose. Each breath was filled with a dizzying aroma that spun her head.

Why did this previously unnoticed scent now overwhelm her? It was because her disciple had been relentlessly teasing her senses, day after day.

Cheondo felt as if she were floating. A slight chill prompted a desire to cover herself with a blanket or seek warmth in someone’s embrace.

Her lips, usually overlooked, were bothersomely dry today. Her tights clung to her uncomfortably.

“Master.”

-Thud-

A jolt of electricity seemed to surge through her as a man’s hand grazed her shoulder. Startled, Cheondo held her breath and shut her eyes.

“You, you deceitful rascal.”
“Pardon?”

“Didn’t you promise to share a story?”

Soon, the warm breath near her lips brushed against her skin.

-Throbbing, Throbbing.

It was approaching. She should have denied it, but she had already given her consent.

The loneliness that plagued her all morning melted away the moment she felt her apprentice’s breath.

The air he drew from outside was now exhaled here, and she was the one inhaling it. The lack of oxygen was suffocating, her consciousness was fading, and her willpower was clouded like murky water.

*Sssk.*

“Ugh…”

The lips of Lee Si-heon, the disciple, were unyielding as they fused with hers.

His massive hand gripped Heaven’s shoulder, relishing the sensation of her tights beneath his palm as he drove her towards the bed.

*Skk. Skk.*

Laid out on the bed, Heaven gasped for breath, her eyes clouded as she gazed at her disciple.

The insolent pupil, so engrossed he even closed his eyes, feeling her with his entire being.

*Shhh.*

Her spine was gently stroked, a feeling so shameful she thought she might lose her mind.

“No… it can’t…”

She was a mentor; she should not expose such disgrace.

*Gulp.*

Heaven, who had unknowingly licked and swallowed her lips wetted by Si-heon’s saliva, clutched his wrist with a determined expression.

“I said lips only… do not touch the body.”
“Your lips taste so sweet, Master.”
“What… what nonsense is this!”

He shamelessly uttered such embarrassing words.

*Skk.*

‘Stop! It’s so hot and hard…’

His parted lips greedily devoured hers, his breath drawing ever closer. Her strength drained from her limbs. It was happening again: whenever she received his kiss, her body refused to obey her commands.

‘His scent… it’s not supposed to be like this.’

A raw, beastly scent. The mingling of various smells from his outdoor adventures could hardly be described as pleasant, but it was perfectly suited to the atmosphere of their frenzied kisses.

*Skk, Skk.*

Continuously licking her lips, he placed a kiss on her cheek. The fleeting warmth on Heaven’s soft cheek made her blush in front of her disciple.

“…”
“Are you embarrassed?”
“Silence, just silence.”

Despite glaring at him like a tiger, in his eyes, she was merely adorable.

Heaven’s gaze fell to her thigh, where something sharp had made contact, making her twitch.

‘What is…?’

After identifying what it was, Heaven had no choice but to scream inwardly.

‘…That is?’

A man’s penis. Piercing through the Black Dragon Fort, it stood tall, drumming against her thigh as if ready to burst through his pants.

The heat transferred as it rubbed against her hot thigh.

*Thud, Thud.*

“Master?”
“…”

Steam seemed to be whistling through her ears, like a boiling kettle.

“Turn your head.”

*Skk.*

As he stimulated her lips, his penis simultaneously stroked her thigh.

The fabric of her tights, the fabric of his pants. The sensation transmitted through the two layers. As her soft thigh wrapped around his glans, the shape was conveyed flawlessly.

The image of his arousal transmitted in her mind.

*Thump, Thump, Thump, Thump.*

Should she be angry? Or was it intentional? She’d learned that the rush of blood to a man’s lower region was a physiological response. It wasn’t unusual for it to occur during their intimate exchanges.

‘The peculiar thing though… is the size.’

No matter how much distance she tried to create, it still managed to reach her…

The grotesque sight stirred up thoughts that should have been forbidden.

Cheondo, having suppressed such notions internally, persisted in withstanding the torrent of sensations washing over her, all for the sake of soothing her pupil’s loneliness.

– Gulp, gulp…

As her pupil ascended her body, the placement of his penis began to subtly shift.

The string that nestled within Cheondo’s underwear consumed his manhood, sliding into the crevice between her thighs. A realm where countless creases met, deep within the confines of her thighs and her sex.

Startled, Cheondo writhed, her movements causing Lee Si-heon’s penis to divert its course without much defiance.

It wasn’t intentional. She momentarily pacified her racing heart, a sense of relief washing over her internally. Had she been focusing too much on that particular area?

Unbeknownst to her, her tightly pressed lips had slackened, parting just slightly.

– Swish!

The man’s sizable manhood attempted to invade Cheondo’s mouth.

“Huh!?”

She narrowly managed to defend herself by clamping her mouth shut. Cheondo’s hand pinched Lee Si-heon’s waist, but he remained unperturbed.

As if her pupil had been longing for a taste of her tongue all along, he resumed his persistent assault on her lips. Cheondo, at the thought of her mouth almost being toyed with, rigidified her body and proffered her lips.

However,

She was yet to realize the implications of her own actions.

– Squeeze.

She gently seized Lee Si-heon’s shoulder. The hand of the teacher, clutching as if pleading. Could she know of her eyes, now glazed over from embracing a man, without a mirror to reflect them?

– Smack.

The approach of Lee Si-heon’s lips was painfully slow, and Cheondo, attempting to close the gap, halted just in time to suppress her mounting desire.

– Smooch♡

The love bestowed upon her by her pupil was maddeningly addictive.