Chapter 639 – Cohabitation with the Master (2)

-How can such delectable food exist in this world!

Heaven’s reaction upon first tasting the teriyaki chicken skewers swirled vividly in my memory.

-Is it tasty?
-Indeed, does it not appear appetizing to you? Truly remarkable.

The perennial question, which came first the chicken or the egg, was irrelevant here. I had always been aware of Heaven’s preferences. She had never shied away from expressing her culinary tastes, even before our journeys into the past.

It was the same during our Academy days. On an occasion when our Master was absent, a vivid memory of her surfaced. She would procure an abundance of chicken skewers from a nearby vendor, savouring each bite, her mouth stained with the rich seasoning.

“Here you are.”

As I placed the chicken skewers on the makeshift dining table, Heaven’s face lit up with joy.

“Did you make these yourself?”
“Yes. It’s not difficult. The skewers I prepare are likely more flavoursome than those from any strict establishment. After all, I know your tastes well, Master.”
“Ha, the Heavenly Demon excelling in culinary arts… It’s not something to boast about. And how well do you claim to know me?”

I know a great deal.

A habit of hers, the delicate clenching of her fist when she sees delectable food. The way her eyes imprint an image into her memory.

From the slight shrug of her shoulder to the subtle twitch of her lips. Did she think I wouldn’t notice these minute changes?

I climbed onto the bed and urged her.

“Hurry, consume it before it cools.”

As soon as my words fell into the silence, Heaven devoured a chicken skewer.

She bit into the seasoned meat, her lips glowing in the dim light. Her tongue gently tore at it.

“Um, umm…. It’s delicious.”

…Somehow, it felt provocative.

It was the same with Zodiac and White Peach, but Heaven, even more so. I found myself unconsciously agape. Noticing my expression, Heaven tilted her head and cautiously extended a skewer towards me.

“You should eat as well.”
“Ah-“

At that moment, just as I was about to say it was unnecessary for me to eat, the sharp end of the wooden skewer found its way into my mouth. Having chewed and swallowed two pieces of meat, Heaven anticipated my response with a radiant expression.

She was waiting for my reaction. It felt as though I was witnessing a glimpse of her past, causing me to turn away and cough awkwardly.

“Is it to your liking?”
“…Yes.”
“It’s my most favoured dish.”

Why on earth would she prefer this?

To my subsequent query, Heaven responded without a moment’s hesitation.

“…When I eat this, I feel a sense of nostalgia.”
“Is that so?”
“Yes. It’s difficult to articulate, but… I yearn for it. It ignites a burning desire in my heart. And isn’t it delicious?”

How delectable could sweet and salty chicken truly be? I decided to swallow those words, leaving them unsaid.

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

There wasn’t an abundance of activities for us to engage in post-dinner.

The weight of our bodies pressed against each other was considerable, and the majority of our day was devoted to rest or slumber.

There was a fleeting suggestion to watch animations or films. Yet, after a brief shower, the conclusion was to return to the confines of our bed.

“…Again.”

But,

How could my body not respond while cradling my freshly-bathed teacher?

Heaven gazed at my lower abdomen, her face a picture of disbelief.

“You’re aroused… At this rate, can’t this be considered intentional?”
“No, that’s not it, Master Heaven.”
“…Sigh.”

Having dismissed the events of last night, my energy was now overflowing in the morning.
With a face flushed with embarrassment, I drew a slight distance from Heaven, sighing.

“Let’s figure out the cause. Why do you behave this way?”
“…Do I need to know?”
“Speak up. Your desire for me is not a day or two old.”

Driven to the brink of death by mortification.
I glanced at Heaven’s countenance. Her mesmerizing sternum, radiating a fresh peach fragrance, swayed approximately 15cm before my eyes.

The nape of her neck, slightly damp hair, her lips glistening with moisture, and pure gaze that sharply contrasted with her voluptuous physique.

If asked which aspect incites my desire, I could prattle on for the entire day.
Among them all, the most provocative is undoubtedly…

“The scent…”
“?”
“Master Heaven’s scent.”

Heaven floated a question mark above her head.

“So… are you implying that my natural scent influences you this way?”
“Yes. The potent peach fragrance when unwashed, and the fresh peach scent post-bath… both are quite stimulating.”

Last night, just before bed, my senses were captivated by the rich, intense scent that made the bridge of my nose tingle.
Today at lunch, the fresh peach fragrance post-shower was absolutely intoxicating.

At my candid confession, Heaven awkwardly avoided my gaze, scratching her cheek.

“…You really are a filthy pervert.”
“I apologize.”

Shriveling.

My head bowed, but my erection remained unwavering.
The misfortune of uncontrolled peripheral nerves.

Heaven gazed at my engorged member, then turned her head as if fatigued by the sight.
Did she feel offended? As I glanced at Heaven’s back…

“…Do it.”
“What?”
“Masturbate. You won’t get a good night’s sleep in such a state anyway.”

Was she suggesting I pleasure myself in front of the wide-awake teacher?
I hesitated for a moment, then noticed.

Heaven, with her back turned, subtly presented her derriere… This scenario seemed to hark back to our days at the academy.

-Gulp.

“Ah, um…”

As I gingerly lowered my shorts, Heaven’s buttocks twitched nervously.

“Master Heaven…”

“If it comes to self-pleasure, you may proceed. Not once or twice… such instances have occurred previously. Moreover, at present… isn’t there no other way to satiate your lust?”
“Isn’t it slightly absurd to not permit even a single kiss on such a subject?”
“Quiet, silence yourself.”

Heaven’s ears turned a deep shade of red.
I stared at her breathtaking buttocks, and slowly took the arising object into my mouth.

“…Could it be that you were conscious even then?”

Heaven remained silent.
Indeed, where could one find a mentor who brazenly spreads her thighs to flaunt, right in front of a disciple who is chastising his daughter?

It’s not as if she’s boasting about her desire to be dominated.

– Tap, tap, tap, tap.

As the rhythmic pace quickens, a potent scent once again began to waft from Heaven’s body.

“Hooh, huff.”
“……”

Nervous sweat trickling down, the room filled with the intense aroma of ripe peaches.

“……Just to clarify, don’t touch.”

Is that a given?
Even in this state, it’s possible ten times.

– Tap, tap, tap!!

Silently, I reached my climax, visualizing Heaven’s figure from the front, her waist subtly bent, her buttocks protruding out for a better view.

Perhaps, I was overly excited.

– Phut!

Droplets of ejaculate splashed onto Heaven’s buttocks.

To conceal it as much as possible, I instinctively wrapped my outstretched hand around her ample buttocks.

– Swish.

A milky liquid seeping into the tights, disappearing without a trace.

– Squelch.

“Huh!? Lee Si-heon!! Didn’t I warn you explicitly!”

The moment her buttocks were touched, Heaven’s eyes flared up like blazing axes.

– Thwack!

“Oof!”

Although I received a punishing blow to my solar plexus and toppled over.

‘Ah.’

The coarse texture of the tights, still present on my hand, was simply unforgettable.

Soft, and malleable.
The pure and untouched buttocks of my mentor.

Merely recollecting it caused my mouth to water profusely.

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

Nearly a week had passed since then.

The disgraceful act of self-pleasure in my mentor’s presence had, somehow, become a staple of my daily routine.

“Master… .”
“…Again?”

Heaven rose from the bed, revealing a hint of her body as though weary.

Even though she did not expose any of her flawless skin, just the sight of the tights hugging her flesh was enough to stir a surge of lust within me.

There was no physical contact… .
Yet, it’s far from normal for a disciple to use his own body to satisfy his sexual desire.

There might be a subtle ambiance or excitement mentally accentuated.
Yet, surprisingly, Heaven showed no physical reaction.

She was unversed in the ways of the flesh, a maiden pure. One might think it natural…

“…Continue.”

Her derriere presented with a daring defiance; a sight that was undeniably arousing.

At first, it seemed enough just to gaze upon her. Such is the nature of desire: to see is to yearn for touch, and to touch is to crave progression.

-Gulp.

“…Master?”

“What is it? Proceed, don’t dawdle.”

“My hand begins to ache… Could we perhaps-“

“Nonsense.”

My frustration was nearing its peak.

“…”

Yet, it was undeniable that the bar had been raised. Initially, a few fleeting moments were enough to satiate my lust, but with repetition, my body craved increasingly potent stimuli.

“Isn’t that because you’re indulging yourself five or six times a day?”

“Being in your presence, Master, helps me keep control.”

“…”

“I apologize.”

Could it be that Heaven, too, had been affected by this prolonged exposure, her boundaries lowering?

After a long, hard stare, Heaven sighed and extended her hand.

“…You may, you may touch my hand.”

Was this permission?

As I gently guided the tip of my arousal to her outstretched palm, Heaven recoiled in surprise.

“You madman!”

“Wait!? You said touching was permissible.”

“I meant holding hands. Who said you could place that monstrous thing on it!”

“But, Master…”

Her reaction was stronger than anticipated. As I presented my arousal, now more rigid than before, Heaven lost her words, her face turning a deep shade of crimson as she lowered her gaze.

“You rascal… You lunatic…”

As Heaven observed my throbbing manhood, she touched her forehead with her hand. Realizing that this was the hand that had made contact with my arousal, she recoiled in shock.

“…Do you really… need to?”

“Yes.”

Our cohabitation had seemingly lowered the barriers between us. We had grown close, spending time playing various games.

Time had filled the awkward spaces that had grown between us, and unfamiliar emotions began to sprout.

As it stands now, I am the only one Heaven can see…

“…You… use my hand. I simply cannot.”

“That’s a bit…”

“Ah! What more do you seek to gain here? Our relationship is that of a master and a pupil!”

Given that she had permitted this intimate act, was it not already over?

“Even I…”

Did she harbor affections for someone else?

Knowing that voicing such words never led to a pleasant conclusion, Heaven sealed her lips. Her face was a canvas of deep worry as she exhaled a heavy sigh.

She was a woman quick to surrender.

“…What should I do?”

“What?”

“It’s my first time… Dealing with… this sort of thing… This is my first time even seeing a man’s… arousal.”

Ah, I see.

I moved closer to the bed, narrowing the distance between Heaven and myself until our breaths intertwined. I guided her trembling hand to my throbbing arousal.

-Tap.

Her soft palm wrapped around my arousal.

“…Ugh.”

Cheondo, after showing a faintly repulsive reaction, mustered the courage to place her fingers on it.

“Initially, please rub it.”

“Do you mean this area I am currently touching?”

Cheondo’s right hand soothingly strokes the glans.

The outburst of pre-ejaculatory fluid sticks on her palm, provoking a peculiar tactile sensation.

– A stifled gasp.

“…”

It’s awkward.

So clumsy that it elicits no sexual response.

Despite this, the mental arousal is inexplicable.

“Like this… is this what you mean?”

The very hand that guided me to the grand path, taught me martial arts.

That esteemed hand is now wrapped around my penis, caressing the glans in accordance with my instruction.

A hand that treats the precious with such gentleness.

The hand that I’ve always admired, the one that would caress my hair side to side with a soft chuckle.

Our bond, once firmly rooted in a mentor-disciple relationship.

Seeing signs of a transition to a primal, male-female connection, the dominating desire and perversion… had me on the verge of insanity.

“Slowly downward… Yes, like that. Stroke it.”

– Thud, thud… thud.

Cheondo timidly strokes the enormous penis back and forth.

The pace is so leisurely that it nearly takes three seconds to travel from base to tip.

“… How does it feel?”

“Don’t ask. Unless you want to die….”

“I request you to apply more force.”

– Thud, thud. Thud!

Despite a slight erection. Still, it’s nowhere near enough.

Cheondo keeps her gaze fixed on my organ, her shoulders stiffening as if in tension.

“… Hmm.”

She’s still too clumsy, reaching climax seems implausible.

Perhaps today should end here.

“Master… just a moment.”

“Huh, what?”

I gently push Cheondo’s hand away, retract the tip of my glans, then shake my shaft.

The engorged blood vessels pulsate, and the considerably hardened penis responds.

– Thud-thud-thud-thud-thud!

“… Too clumsy.”

“Clumsy, you say?”

“I’m sorry. Just a moment. Ah…!”

When I stroke it with an experienced touch, it reacts.

Cheondo looks at me, her face bearing an expression of deep shock.

– Swoosh!

And soon, the emerging sticky liquid fills Cheondo’s palm.

“Huff… Thank you, Master.”

The feeling of gratitude from a disciple, squeezed out by the hands of a mentor, must be a strange one. For a long while, Cheondo stayed silent, looking at the substance in her hand and my now flaccid penis.

“…”

– Drip, drip.

The semen overflowing from her hand trickles down Cheondo’s thigh.