SYM 71
by Emerlyn“Weren’t those people acting on Master Jang’s request?”
“Even for lay disciples, their mind techniques were quite chaotic for disciples of Jongnam.”
Eun-hyeon’s eyes widened at those words. Had he been able to discern the other party’s mind techniques and inner energy just by looking?
“Moreover, the awkward movement of their facial muscles was exactly like when wearing a mask of human skin… It was difficult to pretend not to notice.”
“Ah, so that’s why…”
Eun-hyeon now understood Cheong-un’s earlier actions.
“So what do we do now? Won’t they have already left?”
“It’s alright. Jarim will pursue them. Jarim, follow them. I sprinkled tracking incense on them. They were with us until just now, so they couldn’t have gone far.”
“Yes. I’ll go confirm it myself and return.”
As Cheong-un nodded lightly, Jarim bowed her head and stepped back.
“Un-ah, what in the world is going on? Are you saying those people were the Three Evils of Shaanxi? Did the Three Evils of Shaanxi really kill the Sword Light?”
“Well… Perhaps the Sword Light is still alive somewhere else. We don’t know the Sword Light’s face anyway, so we wouldn’t have noticed if they just imitated him somewhat convincingly.”
“Sigh, the martial arts world is truly unpredictable.”
Seeing Eun-hyeon let out a long sigh, Cheong-un gave a bitter smile.
Seeing him like this, it really hit home that this was his master.
His master was someone who valued righteousness and chivalry even in this ruthless martial arts world.
It was also why he came to dislike those of the righteous path.
His master, who would only smile kindly even after being used by those cunning hypocrites wearing masks of virtue.
A good-natured fool who would end things by drinking a cup of tea with a sad face instead of getting angry, even when he knew he had been deceived by an acquaintance.
Unlike himself, perhaps he was so captivated because his master was a genuinely good person from beginning to end.
“Master, how are you feeling?”
“Ah, I’m a bit tired but I’m fine…”
“Your legs hurt, don’t they?”
“Oh, how did you…?”
“You’ve been stretching your legs little by little this whole time, haven’t you? If it’s somewhere people can’t see, this disciple could just carry you around instead.”
“Un-ah, stop indulging my childishness like that. This body may be weak, but I need to keep using it to get better, don’t I?”
Eun-hyeon said with a bitter smile.
Cheong-un nodded, then picked up Eun-hyeon and moved him to the bed.
“Then at least let this disciple give you a massage.”
“No, I haven’t even washed yet, so my feet…”
“It’s fine. This disciple will wash you, Master.”
Cheong-un grabbed Eun-hyeon’s feet, removing even his socks as Eun-hyeon’s face reddened. Despite being carried most of the way, his feet were red as if they had been rubbed in his shoes.
Cheong-un clicked his tongue softly and dampened a towel with water from the teapot he had warmed. He sat at Eun-hyeon’s feet with the towel, pleasantly warm and fragrant with tea.
“Un-ah, I should…”
Ignoring Eun-hyeon’s words, Cheong-un slowly rubbed Eun-hyeon’s feet with the towel. Using his inner energy to keep the towel from cooling, he meticulously cleaned each toe with the warm, damp cloth.
“Mmmmm.”
Though it was just his feet being cleaned with a warm towel, Eun-hyeon felt his body going limp.
“Does it feel good?”
“Mmm… It feels better than I expected.”
Seeing Eun-hyeon sprawled on the bed, Cheong-un slowly began to massage his feet.
He gently kneaded the reddened toes and heels, then stroked up to the calves where knots had formed.
“Nngh!”
Unlike the relaxed sounds from before, a rough moan burst from Eun-hyeon’s lips.
Cheong-un licked his lips.
“Does it hurt, Master?”
“Nngh… Just a little gentler, Un-ah, gentler!”
Eun-hyeon’s face was bright red as he endured the pain.
“We need to loosen this up now for you to be comfortable tomorrow, Master. Please bear with it a little. Or should I apply some pain-relieving scented oil here?”
“Mmm, do that…”
Tears clung to the corners of Eun-hyeon’s eyes, as if the touch just now had been quite painful.
Seeing that, Cheong-un licked his dry lips once more.
Pop.
The oil bottle from Cheong-un’s pocket opened with a light sound. The fragrant scent of the oil spread instantly.
Cheong-un first applied the oil to his own hands, then began to rub Eun-hyeon’s calves.
This time he moved more gently and slowly than before. It seemed more bearable now, as Eun-hyeon bit his lower lip hard and started to groan.
Cheong-un ignored the heaviness in his lower abdomen as he moved his hands languidly.
“Is this tolerable, Master?”
“Mmm… It’s good.”
He meticulously massaged the pretty feet that resembled their owner, down to each toe.
Cheong-un’s large hands kneaded fervently, from the slender, beautiful calves that could be broken with one hand, up to the round kneecaps above.
“Master, the oil will stain your clothes if it gets on them. How about taking off your pants?”
“Huh? M-my pants?”
“Yes. The oil won’t come out if it gets on your clothes.”
“That’s…”
“Or would you like to take off your top too? Then this disciple can massage your upper body as well. We’ll have to catch those Three Evils of Shaanxi or whatever soon, so I may not be able to take care of you like this then. This is our only chance.”
“No, that’s…”
Cheong-un smiled as he gently undid the ties of Eun-hyeon’s clothes.
“Surely you’re not embarrassed to show your body to your disciple? Haven’t I already seen all of Master’s body?”
Cheong-un spoke without giving Eun-hyeon a chance to respond, smoothly removing his clothes.
When Eun-hyeon came to his senses, he was already down to just his thin undergarments.
Cheong-un smiled as he opened the oil bottle again.
“Master, you mustn’t move or the oil will drip. Alright?”
“Ah, alright.”
Cheong-un had Eun-hyeon lie on his stomach and poured the oil onto his back.
The soft sensation of the oil flowing felt somehow chilling.
“You can fall asleep like this if you get drowsy.”
Large, warm hands gently kneaded his shoulders, then stroked down his spine.
Suddenly, a tingling sensation bloomed throughout his body.
“Nnnngh!”
Eun-hyeon didn’t want to make such strange moans, but he couldn’t help the sounds escaping his mouth.
Cheong-un’s hands frantically rubbed up and down Eun-hyeon’s straight, white back as if playing an instrument.
“Sometimes directly stimulating the muscles like this is more effective than Qi circulation. Especially now when Master’s body has little muscle mass and can’t use much strength, touching you like this is more effective. From now on, this disciple will touch you like this whenever I have time.”
He couldn’t even say it was enough. Every time Cheong-un’s hands touched him, a hot yet refreshing sensation bloomed inside his body.
When the hands passed his stiff shoulders and back to reach his thin waist, Eun-hyeon’s body twitched. It was ticklish and kept giving him a strange feeling.
“It’s also important to loosen the buttocks… May this disciple loosen this area too…?”
Cheong-un’s hand touched Eun-hyeon’s last remaining undergarment, and he panicked.
“No, no, it’s, it’s fine… Th-this area is fine.”
“Surely Master isn’t having impure thoughts about your disciple?”
“Wh-what?”
Eun-hyeon jumped up and turned to look at Cheong-un at those unexpected words. He saw Cheong-un grinning.
Only then realizing Cheong-un had been teasing him, Eun-hyeon lay back down on the bed.
“Fine, fine. Do as you please.”
“No, I’ll just massage up to your legs today. Please rest your eyes here for now.”
“Mmm…”
Cheong-un’s hands began kneading Eun-hyeon’s body again.
Whether due to the pain-relieving scented oil or Cheong-un’s skilled hands, now the pain was gone and only a refreshing feeling remained.
After massaging Eun-hyeon’s body like that for a while, Cheong-un saw that Eun-hyeon had fallen into a deep sleep and stood up.
The front of his pants was embarrassingly bulging.
“Haah… Master.”
Cheong-un licked his lips as he undid his waistband. The thing that had been painfully swollen inside burst out.
Cheong-un’s gaze turned to his master lying on the bed.
Having directly infused energy while loosening the blood points using the Thrusting Palace Piercing Blood technique, Eun-hyeon would not wake for quite some time.