Chapter 638 – Cohabitation with the Master (1)

Settled beneath a thin quilt,
the warmth radiated from her as she gently pressed her shoulder against my skin.

Contrary to me, lying upright, the Master had her back turned away.

“……”
“……”

The ripe heat permeates my entire body. The scent wafting from the tense Master’s arms was intoxicating.
Our silence wove an uncanny ambiance.

– Hmm.

A prickling sensation at the tip of my nose.

The air was heavy with a dampness reminiscent of a midsummer downpour.
When the thick, humid air was trapped beneath the quilt, the provocative and erotic aroma of a woman prickled at my senses.

“……Master.”
“Yes. What is it?”
“I’ve always wondered, was there a need to design battle garments in such a manner?”

Although usually concealed by a Black Dragon robe, it was different at home.

In my presence, Heaven was endlessly vulnerable, those were the times we lived together. I had to feast my eyes on these enchanting curves every time.

I yearned to grip that enticing buttock with my hands once…
At those times, I had to forcefully divert my thoughts, afraid of being punished to death.

“You’re referring to this attire? What seems to be the issue?”

Heaven’s response was more nonchalant than I anticipated.
She tugged at the stockings stretched taut over her shoulder, then abruptly released them.
The rebound against her flesh sent a wave carrying a tantalizing scent, tickling my senses.

“Ultimately, when executing martial arts, outer garments are worn, and even if it’s visible, it’s merely the ankles…. The entire body is merely in your sight.”

A strip of resilient fabric trailing gently from beneath her armpit.
With the ring stationed at the center of the two shoulder blades as a reference, if you cast your eyes downward. A strap was nestled between the enticing fruits of her buttock.

It’s risqué.
Even in my fatigued state, it was enough to stir a response.

Particularly, Heaven’s pheromones were exceptionally stimulating for me.

“…That was the issue. Do you comprehend how challenging it was to endure?”
“Isn’t it a bit too blatant to confess harboring lustful thoughts towards your Master?” And… this attire is the most comfortable. I don’t have to worry about it tearing, unlike the others.”

Should this attire tear, it wouldn’t result in an ordinary commotion.
And if we’re discussing comfortable attire, it seems plausible to craft it differently….

“……Do you behave in the same manner elsewhere?”
“Of course not. I am aware of what shame is.”
“Then why with me?”
“You are my disciple, akin to my child… But, why are you interrogating me so? It’s natural for a man to harbor sexual desire. That’s why I did not intervene when you masturbated behind me.”

Heaven’s buttock spun once, and then, if you noticed, she was pivoting her head towards me.

Did I focus too much on her buttocks? Heaven, turning her head, regarded me with innocent eyes.
She seemed oblivious to the gaze I had cast on her.

“Still, wouldn’t our trials and tribulations from back then allow us to face each other now?”
“Are you implying, without any lust involved?”
“Yes.”

I silently gestured towards my lower abdomen.
Heaven’s gaze briefly fell there –

“Hmm… Master.”
“……”

Upon seeing my slightly swollen penis, she soon averted her gaze and let out a cough to hide her discomfort.

“Why… Despite our shared experiences and mutual trust… Are you suggesting we’re maintaining a formal distance? Weren’t we closer than blood?”
“I apologize.”

Somehow, Heaven perceives our relationship as one akin to a mother and child.

That perception shattered long ago with my recent advances.
Whether she was aware of this shift too, her slightly flushed cheeks seemed to suggest so.

“That’s it!! You devilish beast! I knew you were teeming with lascivious desires, but I didn’t expect them to be this intense….”
“Didn’t you know this for quite some time?”
“Right now, I’m talking about our master-disciple relationship….”

Does referring to our master-disciple bond mean she acknowledges the existence of a different kind of relationship between us?

“Haha.”

I gave a bitter smile, then marshaled all my strength to suppress my lust.
The effort strained my body, but at that moment, I wanted nothing more than to fall asleep as a disciple next to my master.
If I had been healthier, I would have kissed her without a second thought. Ironically, my illness was a blessing.

“Hmm…”
“Ah-“
“Why?”

Heaven squirmed, her tone apologetic.

“Thinking about it… My disciple, why do I find even your breathing repulsive?”
“Isn’t that a bit harsh?”
“Isn’t that the truth… You should ask yourself.”
“I admit, I’m a bit repulsed.”

After a moment of silence following her candid agreement, we both burst into laughter.

“I, repulsive? ‘I’ seems a peculiar way to refer to oneself, don’t you think?”
“Hehehe.”

After sharing a laugh, we moved our bodies closer together and gently stretched out our arms to hold each other.

The bed, larger than when we lived together at the academy, should have provided ample space for both of us.
However, perhaps due to my increased size, the mattress felt significantly narrower than before.

“……Ah.”
“Mmm.”

We held each other for a great while, until sleep began to weigh on our eyes.

In order to keep lustful thoughts at bay, we steeled our minds.
Closing our eyes as if reminiscing about the past, we savored the comfort of each other’s arms.

Like a fetus engrossed in the warmth of amniotic fluid, we relished the gently rocking warmth.

Master.
My Master.

“…Siheon.”
“Yes.”
“Sleep well.”

Instead of responding, I tightened my embrace around Heaven’s back.
Heaven responded in a voice filled with joy.

“Your smile is the most captivating.”

Was I smiling?

I’m not sure, but smiling is good, isn’t it?

“It was a night like this back then.”

Cheondo, uttering words I didn’t comprehend, caressed my hair and gently pressed her cheek against mine.

Thus, a single night of vacation passed.

* * * * * * * * * * * *

In my academy quarters, I cautiously pushed myself off the bed and rose.

“…”

I was in agony. An agony so intense, it was driving me insane.

Cheondo had said it was permissible to share the bed… but this was unbearable. The moment I woke, beyond the stiffness, I stripped off my trousers to liberate my excruciatingly engorged member.

“Ugh!”

A rigid instrument threatening to penetrate right through my undergarments.

“Hoo, hoo…”

The time was 2 am. For nearly five hours, I’d been unable to sleep, my consciousness assaulted by my teacher’s scent and the captivating contours of her body.

‘…How am I to attend the academy tomorrow?’

I should have just slept on the couch as usual. Now, I regretted the unnecessary closeness.

Isn’t her nightwear too provocative? I could never have imagined the scent of a woman, like ripe peaches, could be so carnal.

‘Ah, damn it.’

I’m already too aroused, what to do? It’s too late to summon Lee Se-Young. After all, it would seem odd to call her over given my current state.

When I furtively shifted my gaze towards the bed, Cheondo’s body, its curvatures revealed by the displaced blanket, caught my eye.

-A gulp.

The sweet humidity wafting from… the buttocks swathed in stocking material. Between the crevices, the deep, moist divide… it made my mouth water involuntarily.

I don’t know if it’s appropriate to use such an expression regarding my teacher, but…

Ah.

‘I yearn to bury my face in Cheondo’s peach.’

I’m astonished at my own thoughts. The urge is too strong to resist.

-Shuffling.

Lee Si-heon, this bastard, isn’t even attempting to hide it anymore. I now understand those furry beasts, often seen in internet images.

“Hoo.”

A breath, heavy with desire, broke free from my chest in a desperate gasp.

Why is her waist so slender and tapered? Encased in taut stocking material… how soft must her side breasts feel?

I yearn to seize them in my hand, to nibble and taste. I desire to grip the line extending beneath her buttocks and hoist her upwards.

-A gulp.

Regaining my senses, I realized my hand had unwittingly wandered into my groin.

‘…She’s asleep.’

If I finish quickly, it should be alright.

Slowly, I started stroking my turgid shaft, repeating the motion. I pulled out a fresh tissue, crumpled it, and placed it on the bedside table.

-Tap, tap, tap, tap!

Imagining an intimate relationship with my teacher, I vigorously masturbated, akin to a creature in heat.

“…Hngh, hah.”

The translucent fluid oozed, beading up on the engorged head.

The human psyche, once set into motion, has a will of its own. My gaze, unbidden, was drawn to the figure of Cheondo.

“…Ah, Master.”

From beneath the slightly lifted covers wafted a dizzying aroma of peaches. Dipping my head, the scent grew more potent.

A fragrance capable of driving men to distraction. As I inhaled the aroma wafting from her buttocks, my movements grew more fervent.

– Thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump!

Stockings stretched taut. The tender flesh they enclosed, pure as snow… I imagined it would feel incomparably soft and springy to the touch.

A faint triangle etched between her buttocks and the inner part of her thighs. I pondered what sensation might be evoked by a mere touch of my finger.

The hollow of her knee. Her calf. I scrutinized every inch of her form, tracing her body multiple times within my mind’s eye.

Nonchalantly, I pressed a hand against her hollowed foot.

– Squeeze.

“Ah.”

Every inch of her stirred a surge of desire. I was shaking with such intensity it would be no surprise if the Master awoke.

The sound of my breath was heavy. Keeping the barest distance, I continued my fervent motions.

Soon, Cheondo began to stir.

“Mmm…”

Pulling the covers up to her chin, Cheondo’s upper body was hidden from sight. As she lay prone, her thighs parted, revealing her concealed femininity.

Her flesh, so supple that gravity had molded it into a slight elliptical shape, started at her inner buttocks. Her thighs. Above her fully exposed underwear… I thought I caught a glimpse of a faintly trembling orifice.

It was as if she had deliberately opened herself for my viewing pleasure.

Of course, it was surely a coincidence, but in the throes of my self-pleasure, lewd fantasies burst forth in an instant.

– Thump, thump, thump, thump!

“Master… Ah, Master…!”

The bed, despite my attempts at control, quivered slightly. Correspondingly, a faint tremor arose within Cheondo’s buttocks.

– Thump, thump, thump!

As she spread her legs further, the edges of her intimate area pressed against the stockings… It was like a sweet rain in the midst of drought.

The covers completely obscured her upper body, leaving only her lower half exposed on the bed… The sight was thrilling, as though I were peering at her trapped against a wall.

– Fragrance wafting.

For reasons unknown, a scent, potent as sweat, permeated the air.

Could it be that lust heightened the senses?

“I… I apologize…!”

– Whoosh!

My self-pleasure concluded with the release of copious semen into a tissue. I gasped for breath, a vivid image of her naked body, seen once before, flashed through my mind.

“Haa… Haa…”

After our first meeting. In the early morning…

I recalled the sight of Cheondo’s nudity when she was caught relieving herself outdoors.

What was the stern Master attempting to do there?

– Gulp.

But that was secondary… Her buttocks, which had seemed slightly tense, appeared incredibly enticing.

– Rustle.

The rustling of the covers, as if murmuring in her sleep.

I rose from the bed, wiping away my sweat.

Could it be due to slumbering while cradling my mentor? The memories of my mortifying past found their way back.

Upon awakening, I instinctively reached for my phone to discover it was already 2 in the afternoon. An unusual amount of rest considering my early retirement to bed.

‘…My body must have taken a toll.’

A helpless situation indeed. Absentmindedly, while rubbing my eyes, I found my nose drawn to the nape of my mentor’s neck.

The aroma, which I had inhaled fervently yesterday, yet remained tantalisingly irresistible. In the past, it stirred nothing more than carnal desire… Now, I perceived an almost sacred aura emanating from my mentor’s physique.

Trustworthy. Lovable. Steadfast.

– Squelch.

Had I applied too much force?

“Si. Siheon, my breathing…it’s becoming strained.”
“Ah! I-I apologize.”

Cheondo, who had been squirming within my grasp, finally managed to escape the pressure, releasing a sigh of relief.

“…It appears my body has significantly weakened.”

Cheondo swept a hand across her chest as she spoke, her gaze harboring a touch of melancholy.

Her physique might have weakened, but… Wasn’t she someone whose spirit was stronger than anyone else? I had no doubts that once recovered, she’d soar once again.

“Weakened, you say. But you are my paragon.”

At my words, uttered with unadulterated admiration, Cheondo’s eyes widened in surprise.

“……So, what’s on the menu for today?”
“Hmm. What would you prefer?”

Cheondo stared at my face, a fresh smile playing on her lips.

“How about chicken skewers?”

Teriyaki chicken skewers.

A dish reminiscent of Cheondo’s childhood… I was taken slightly aback, but then nodded in affirmation.