Chapter 651 – Instructor Cheondo / Shiba’s Dream (1)

The scent of peach tea subtly fills the air.
Steam gently wafts from the spout of the teapot placed haphazardly on the tray atop the small table.

As per her daily routine, Cheondo, the self-proclaimed ruler of the bed, listens to my tales, stroking her chin with a smile.

“Parenting… It’s certainly not a walk in the park.”
“Exactly, the jealousy between the kids is a serious issue. They fight at every opportunity these days, giving me a real headache.”

Shiba and Wiki have become significantly closer compared to their first encounter.
This is thanks to my relentless efforts and Shiba’s affection for her sister. Once they realized they were family, their bond deepened, but paradoxically, so did their fights.

I pull out my phone and begin showing her pictures one by one. Wiki and Shiba, fast asleep. The children enjoying shaved ice. The little ones nestled in my arms.
Each photo is a precious memory.
Cheondo tenderly caresses the screen, seeming utterly enamored by the adorable children.

“However, is it acceptable to visit like this, leaving the child behind?”
“Do you disapprove?”
“Well, it’s not that I disapprove… but it’s a bit…”

Shiba and Wiki had been laid down for their afternoon nap before I left.
Even if they were to wake up, Alba would look after them.

“Sometimes, I just want to be with someone I miss.”

Cheondo squints her eyes as if chewing on something, her lips pressing together in thought.
Rather than appearing displeased, she seemed to be feigning disapproval.

“…That’s a rather bold statement.”

I reach out, gently caressing her shoulder.
Feeling her soft yet firm skin, I tug her lightly towards me, but Cheondo subtly resists, pushing me away.

“Such actions were meant for the night.”
“But what if I’m not there at night?”

I hold Cheondo tight, pulling her into an embrace.
Blushing with embarrassment, she curls up, covering her chest with her arms as she takes a posture to avoid my teasing as much as possible.

Her slight hesitation is evident.
Her unblemished innocence remains unchanged, no matter how much I hold her.

That’s why I sometimes wonder,
Will there ever be a day when I see my teacher become entirely uninhibited?

It’s an egregiously disrespectful thought for a disciple to have about their teacher, but it was after our desires had already intertwined between us.

– Squeeze.

I hug her from behind, simultaneously nuzzling my nose into her nape.
The potent, sour-sweet scent of peaches draws out a deliciously sweet stimulation.

“Your body is already reacting honestly. You’re just in denial.”
“Shut… up.”

Her loneliness is palpable.
As I massage her shoulders and press against the sweat glands under her arms, her body trembles under my touch, reacting to the presence of a man.

A body that has been touched thoroughly and sensitized over time, it is sweeter than ripe fruit.

Her body, which has been subjected to pleasure far ahead of her mind, responded vividly, as if it had been trained by an assistant.

– Squeeze, squeeze.

“Huh… Ah… Ha…”

I slightly unzip the back of her dress, slip my hand inside from behind, and gently caress her bare breasts.

Like a well-ripened peach, I relished in tormenting and crushing the full breasts within her tights.

The pristine white bosom, imprisoned in the resilient fabric akin to a steel cage, was subjected to the unmerciful assault, with no means of escape. The nipples, once brushed by my hand and pressed into the palm, were hardening—shamefully yet irresistibly—into stones.

Steam. Sweat. A heady fragrance began its insidious spread across the surface of her tights.

When my hand ventured deep, a large hand could be seen wriggling beneath the stretched tights.

If the fabric is pulled taut enough, its secrets would be revealed. The sight of the pure white fruit within the tights, subjected to a man’s touch, would undoubtedly fill Heaven’s eyes.

– Squelch, squelch.

Regardless of whether my palm leaves a mark or not. I squeezed the side of her breasts, applying stimulation from top to bottom, and covered her chest completely with my hands akin to a brassiere, caressing her.

“Hmmm, ah…”

Even without words, I knew how to arouse a man.

Although she gasped for breath, Heaven, who attempted to still my arm by tightening her armpits, soon began to tremble and she whispered.

“Siheon… ah. Siheon… stop.”
“Ah, Heaven. You want me to stop? Do you still remember that man?”
“I told you not to talk about that.”

Let us not speak of first love whilst our bodies are intertwined. That was Heaven’s request, but it was hardly something that could be adhered to.

“Look at this, Heaven.”

I spread apart the breasts I had been fondling, and as the space between them widened, steam wafted over the moistened and darkened tights.

– Flinch, flinch…!

“You’re exuding such a scent… You must be feeling it.”

Heaven sobbed, her weight leaning onto me as she stared blankly at her own chest.

“Haa… ah. You’re too…”

When I withdrew my hand from her tights, it was moist. As I flaunted it before Heaven’s eyes, her buttocks, perched atop my groin, twitched.

“Too much?”

I unzipped her tights and pinched the prominently erect nipple between my index finger and thumb.

The hand gesture, tracing a circular motion, was undeniably crude. Yet, Heaven, bewildered by the electrifying pleasure, leaned into me and lowered her head.

“Too… Too cruel. Ah…!”

To the nipples. Scratching with my fingernails, moving my index finger back and forth rapidly, Heaven writhed as if attempting to wriggle out of my embrace.

“Ah… ah, ah!! Ah… Just… just the nipples. Don’t touch the nipples…”

Her facade of decency, once held in front of her pupil, gradually crumbled. Little by little, she was becoming the capricious Heaven who nestled into my arms.

“Ah?! Ah… Siheon. Siheon!”

– Pinch.

“Just feel it…!”

With all my strength, I pulled at the pinched nipple.

As it stretched out, swollen like round cranberries, a guttural scream filled the room.

“Ah… Ahh!!!!”

I can sense the dampness spreading through my master’s undergarments.
Holding Heaven, I constrain her thighs with mine, only loosening my trousers enough to free my considerable arousal, rubbing it against her buttocks.

-Swish, swish.

“Do you enjoy this?”
“… Ahh… Ugh!?”
“You can be more candid. I haven’t even entered you yet and you’re already there.”

Her nectary folds make contact with my hardness through her peach-like attire.

Her soaked tights are harsh and stiff, each frenzied stroke of my arousal brings a rough thrill.

The sensation isn’t exactly pleasurable, but the mere fact that they are her clothes is enough to fan my excitement.

It will feel good once I’m inside her.
Her tightness always feels like the first time, each entrance will make my vision blur with pleasure.

To achieve a more intense, both physical and psychological ecstasy, it is right to spend months tantalizing each other.

‘Moreover….’

Heaven doesn’t particularly enjoy changing positions.

When I asked her why she feels so much even though she does, her answer was simple – she dislikes vulgarity. She never allows the ‘woman on top’ position in bed, preferring to hold hands and kiss in the missionary position.

In a way, it’s a matter of the Heavenly Demon’s dignity.
An animalistic posture seems to lower the status of the Heavenly Demon, it seems.

She embraces me, but she wishes to share a long and deep love, pure and untarnished. Her rejection of this kind of pleasure is subtle.

-Swish, swish!

“Ah!”

A reaction comes as I continue my back-and-forth motion.

-Squish! Squish!

Reaching a peak on her buttocks, I casually take out a tissue, wipe her tights, and pull her into my arms.

“Ah… Oh, ugh….”

Even as Heaven presses against me, she lets out a moan, her thighs trembling as if she reached a minor climax.

Her soaked lower half doesn’t need my hand, her juices have already started to flow.

‘It’s not a student’s place to tell their teacher, but… she’s a genius.’

She’s the purest, yet shows the best response. She instinctively knows how to excite a man and acts accordingly.

She feels it well, as do other women. But there’s a cute reaction that only she can show.

Holding her sweaty head, I turn her face towards me. My teacher, with a dazed look, slowly brings her lips to mine.

-Smack.

Heaven kisses my cheek, then turns and pulls me into an embrace.

“Ha… hah.”

She may dislike various positions, but she loves sharing affection more than anyone else.

Like kissing, or holding hands.

But I know.

Long ago, I saw her exhibitionist urination in the deep mountains. This woman is pure but crude. She has a talent she doesn’t even realize.

-Swish.

Even now, it’s like that.

With a subtle maneuver, her thighs found my hand. The unconscious act of pressing her lower abdomen to me… It was enough to convince me that her nature might be more lascivious than I had assumed.

She was fond of the platonic, but her body yearned to progress further without her even realizing it. Perhaps she would appreciate it if I unlocked another position with a bit of force.

I nuzzled my nose into the crook of Heaven’s arm.

“Hmm…”

Her body trembled.

“I said… only at night. It was okay,” she stammered.
“Do you want to continue?” I asked.
“Do you not even listen to my words…”

While encircling her waist with my hand, I kneaded her thigh. A wanton scent wafted up as I stroked her inner thigh.

My middle finger firmly pressed against her clitoris.

“…”

“Your body seems different,” I remarked.

Heaven had become my plaything, ripe and ready. She closed her eyes, saying nothing.

“I… prefer gentleness,” she confessed.
“Let me be gentle then,” I assured her.

That day, she reached her climax thrice.

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

“How do you feel?”

The holiday was drawing to a close. To Alba’s question, I responded with a nonchalant twist of my wrist and a smirk.

“I’m okay.”

Though not fully recovered, I was capable enough to handle anything unless it was a monster like Cornus. More than enough to work.

Alba shook her head and flicked my shoulder.

“No, you’re worse than you think.”
“Why?”
“Because you almost died. I’m not talking about your injury… Your life force was depleted once.”

Life force.
Excessive use of power or mana can whittle it away, much like the inborn energy of my martial arts.

After the battle with the King of Trees, I was so depleted that I could have died.

“This happened once before. Three years ago.”
“Right, but I was fine then, wasn’t I?”

It was when my throat was slit by a proxy in front of Cornus.

After a grueling battle with Mugung. I was so drained of life force that I should have died, unable to exert any strength. But just as before, I could revive, drawing life force from the crown.

Upon saying this, Alba retorted,

“It’s different. The life force from the crown is almost identical to yours in the first place, but… the life force of the King of Trees is fundamentally different.”

Different? Even though the timeline is different, isn’t it still me?

“So, I was able to bestow life. But the essence of that individual is akin to a thoroughly decayed wooden puppet. Though it has transcended realms, it cannot fully intertwine with you, a human.”

Injecting blood of a different lineage could be perilous.
Could it be considered akin to him?

“To stabilize your physique, you must avoid combat in the future. I will prepare some alternatives; we can discuss them later…”

– Startled.

The door opens.

Shiba, peeking through the doorway, saw Alba and me, and hastened towards us.

– Thump, thump, thump, thump.

“Pa…ah!”
“Yes! Oh, dear Shiba. What’s the matter?”

She clung to my legs; I picked her up, and Shiba nuzzled her head against my chest.

“Shiba, I had a dream.”

The rustling tree branches. They seem somewhat oversized.

“What dream?”

In response to my question, Shiba’s eyes shimmered an emerald green.

“In my dream, I encountered someone akin to Shiba.”