Chapter 642 – Peach Tree of Heaven (2)

It was confining.

The chaste virginity of my mentor was so tight, I had to force myself in, and even then, only half of me could enter.

The narrow cavity stretched to its limit.

“Heh, heh.”
“Hu… Hu-“

Neither my mentor nor I spoke for what felt like an eternity.

The passage was so tight, not even the most intimate of fluids could escape. The sensation of dampness radiating from below was crystal clear. Virgin’s blood flowed and guilt washed over me, but it was too late now, a thought that only drove me deeper.

-A gasp.

I held my mentor, who was weakly trembling, from behind.

“Huh…ugh…”

Rather than plowing into her rigid flesh, I paused, holding her in my arms for a long while.

The throbbing transmitted from the tip of my arousal. Each time it twitched, Heaven’s backside quivered in sync.

“Pull… out… ah…”

Barely a whisper’s distance away.
My heated breath teased the nape of her neck.

I nuzzled into her sweaty hair, the scent of wood mixed with the intoxicating aroma of an aroused virgin. I was so attuned to her, I could discern even these subtle details.

“Pull out.”

I gave a single thrust with my hips.

Heaven’s waist buckled, sending ripples through her interlocked flesh. A fleshy smack echoed in the room.

“Hu…ahh…!”

My cock, thrust in with all my might, lodged deep within Heaven’s depths. Her elastic inner flesh stretched to accommodate me. The slick fluid, tainted with blood, enveloped my shaft.

“Hu… Ahhh!!”

Heaven writhed in pleasure, her nails scratching at the floor.

“Why, why… why go so far…”

Her voice, laden with questions, whispered in my ear.

It was a voice tinged with a hint of betrayal, excitement, and sadness.

“Didn’t I say I love you? This student, in his crude way, loves his teacher.”
“Even so, ugh, this… this isn’t right.”
“Then why didn’t you speak up before it came to this?”

Her waist, clenched in my fingers.
I gripped her tightly, moving my hips once more.

-Smack!

“Ahhh…ugh…ah!”
“If you don’t like it, say so.”

Heaven, her mouth agape, finally released a moan.
Her sweet voice made my vision blur, a surge of strength flooding my lower half.

“If you like that guy you don’t even remember, you don’t need to show me affection, right?”
“No, no… I… I…”
“If you had distanced yourself completely… I might have waited.”

Heaven’s head turned, her eyes widening in shock.

I, my breath ragged with excitement, leaned over Heaven and whispered.

“To my teacher, am I just a favorite student?”

“……If I didn’t hold you dear, I wouldn’t be in such a state. I value you more than anyone else in this world.”
“Then why!!”

– Dismissal.

“I don’t know either!!!!!!!”

His voice, thick with emotion, reverberated in my ears as if it would tear them apart.

“You’re precious to me. So precious that I feel like I’m losing my mind. I would die for you if need be! But, every time I see you, it’s there. A person I didn’t feel anything for ordinarily, suddenly overlapping with you, shimmering before my eyes…. What the hell am I supposed to do with that?!”

The me of the past surfaces, huh.

Were the memories of that time so comforting and delightful.
Naturally. It must have been. My demeanor then was simply a reflection of what I felt for you.

Back then, I was untarnished.

Though powerless, there was a sense of righteousness in me. I was a youth superior in many aspects compared to my present self, and I was well aware that the young Cheondo had fallen for that version of me.

My throat aches. My tongue is bitter.
With lips that refused to part, I spoke.

“…That’s…”

Cheondo’s eyes, which were fixed on my face, trembled.

“That’s the issue.”

You’re in love with the me from the past.

Though small in stature, I was fuller, stronger.
A passionate man, brimming with youthful energy, freshly guided by my teacher’s wisdom.

If I kill the World Tree and regain my memories, will you truly accept me as I am?
I would expect you to say yes. Any mentor I’ve known would gladly do so.

However… I find it hard to believe.
I can’t help but anticipate the love I’d receive as a condemned man.

From the day we first met in the woods, the day I thought you were extraordinary.

“…Why.”

You who trusted me till the end, despite my array of transgressions.

“Why do you wear such an expression…?”

I wish, at least the teacher,
Would love me as their disciple.

Is it pretentious or sincere to love me as I am, carrying the memories of the past?
Even if that sincere love stays with the me of the past, how long will that love for the now distorted me continue?

Did you even consider me as a disciple to begin with?
I think of Cheondo as my mentor. But how would the mentor perceive this transformed version of me?

The more love, the more questions arise.
Because it’s so precious. I yearned for a relationship that was more genuine.

It’s a tiresome thought to entertain.

– A sob.

“Huuuhhh….”

Even though I realized early on that my approach was flawed.

“Uhuuuhhh… Siheon…”
“Yes.”
“It hurts… It hurts.”

This was the only way I knew how.

“If I tell you it’ll get better soon, would you believe me?”
“……”

The softness of the mentor’s skin imprints itself onto my hands.

Each stroke caused a flinch to ripple through the teacher’s body, and I moved my hips, savouring the taste in one go.

– Squelch.

The sticky entanglement within.

“Ah…”

Cheondo, her head tossing in the throes of pleasure, I held tightly. Feeling the texture of the soft stockings, pressing down on her waist, I moved rhythmically.

“Oh… Ah…”

A bond forged in the past is now dissipating.

Rather, I welcomed it, desired it. It’s a memory that needs to be erased to have significance for me now.

In Cheondo’s mind, I erased the blurred silhouette and etched my presence as I am now.

“Siheon… Ah…”

“Yes, Master… It’s Lee Si-heon.”

Not Do-won.

“Foolishly enough, I am your disciple who loves you.”
“Uh… Ugh!!”

I rocked my hips slowly, deliberately, allowing the weight and texture to be ingrained deeply. The sensation of stroking her from within was etched into the Master’s memory.

“Fear of first love drove me to you.”
“Ugh! Ah!”

– Thump, Thump, Thump.

Thrusting deep into her, tapping the end, Cheondo whimpered and clenched her thighs.

“That’s the kind of man I am.”

Cast aside the shroud of the past. I want her to remember me, not some shadowy figure from her past.

“Siheon… Siheon… Ahh!”

Bit by bit, Cheondo, imprinted with me, convulsed in excitement, her whole body pulsating. Clenching her breasts, crushed against the floor, the inside of her tightened.

“Relax, Master.”

At my words, she started to gradually relax her hips.

– Squish, Squish.

Slowly but surely, I ravaged her, molding her flesh around me. Cheondo, reshaped by me, closed her eyes tightly and moaned.

“Hu… Ah…”

“Do you still think of him?”
“I, ah. I–“

There’s no need to think of other lovers. Zodiac or White Peach, it’s all the same. I want her to be filled solely with thoughts of me.

As if to scorch her, I parted her searing folds, and as I rocked my hips, Cheondo’s head rolled back. I looked at her face, flushed in the throes of ecstasy. A sense of satisfaction unparalleled washed over me.

I was able to satisfy the Master.

– Squelch.

Slowly, I thrust, aiding her to conquer the pain. Cheondo, now shaped in my image, reached behind her and grabbed my arm.

“Do you still have doubts?”
“…Ah, ugh… Ah…♡”
“You said I was precious.”
“Precious… Yes. Precious… Ugh!”

There is a clear fondness. At least, that’s what I’ve felt for months.

Simply because the memories of the past were too precious, she pushed me away. There was an affection between us, something deeper than just a teacher-student relationship.

“Why would I… loathe you.”

Despite everything I’ve done.

I held Cheondo in my arms, engaging my hips with all the strength I possessed.

“Heugh, haaah…!”

Cheondo, trembling and spouting streams of liquid.

“Every time you see me, you said, you’re reminded of someone from your past… So, if I help you forget, can you love me entirely?”

I did not respond, but this time, I felt that the silence could be perceived as affirmation.

“Can’t you give me just one chance? Even a few days would suffice.”
“Why, ugh, haaang! Why go to such lengths… I don’t understand.”

– Padd! Padd!

As I quicken the pace, Cheondo’s eyes flicker in surprise.

“Huh, wait a moment… just… what is this… what is… Ahhh!”

Cheondo’s tightly closed thighs give way. Along with the sound of a fountain hitting the floor, Cheondo, lost in the moment, trembles at an almost imperceptible speed.

– Drip, drip.

Pulling out my shaft, into the hole that had memorized its shape… I could see Cheondo’s womb convulsing.

The hole closed again shortly after. To alleviate the tension of impending release, I rested my cock on Cheondo’s buttocks.

– Splurt!

Semen, starting from the back of her full-body stockings, soaked up to her neck, and even her hair.

Did she feel the sensation of climax? Cheondo murmured in disbelief.

“… It’s hot, all over. Really… Siheon, you… this is the first time…”

Caught in the afterglow of the climax, Cheondo, in a daze, looked up at the ceiling.

“Master… Haa. Haa.”
“…….”

I gazed at the prone Cheondo with ardent eyes. Faced with my intense, unabashed stare, Cheondo subtly averted her gaze from mine.

Finally, her pupils were filled with me. The relationship that had crossed a certain boundary… I realized it was not without significance.

“… Master.”
“Stop… calling. I’m right here, aren’t I?”
“Could you, just once, love this unworthy disciple?”

Embracing Master tightly. Her light and pliant body yielded to my strength, collapsing powerlessly into my arms.

“… Why. To a woman like me. Such an awkward woman. Moreover… a woman who thinks of another while looking at you.”

I could provide countless reasons for my love.

She chastised me, saved my life numerous times, and became my guide.

“It doesn’t matter.”

In response to my unwavering answer, Cheondo mumbled, her words blurring.

Cheondo had also been waiting for me for a long time. Trapped in this small room, waiting for me, talking, and laughing together. There must have been moments of embarrassment.

“I love you, Master.”

I wondered, how many times had I said this?

“…….”
“I wish we could be closer.”
“You’ve already… crossed that line.”

There was a hint of reproach in her tone, but Cheondo’s words also bore traces of surrender and relief.

Firsts.
First kiss. First encounter.

She had surrendered everything to me.
Although the method was somewhat coercive, it would linger with her even after the recovery of her memories.

Something that allowed me to consider myself as her disciple…

“…Blood.”
“Yes?”
“I bled a lot. Is it normal to bleed that much…?”

Her hymen was tough, and it was a challenge to penetrate it.

Constructed of three solid lines and some membrane… There must have been numerous areas torn.

“…I don’t know. Such things.”

Cheondo averted her gaze and subtly shielded her breasts with her arm.
Drawing her thighs together to cover her vagina, the areas visible to me became limited.

‘…So she’s not going to answer, after all.’

After releasing me, Cheondo shrugged.
I embraced my teacher with both arms.

“Master.”
“Going to ask that again…?”
“…If I apologize. I’ll get hit, won’t I.”

Cheondo’s eyes widened, and a disbelieving laugh escaped her lips.

“…Such nonsense.”

Cheondo’s hand, within my embrace, lightly stroked my lower back.

She was still trembling, and her motions were hesitant.
Yet, the ambivalence that Cheondo had previously shown me was absent.

“……”

Craddled in my arms, Cheondo lay there for a long time, a bittersweet, slightly wounded, yet paradoxically joyous expression on her face.