The first rule of Yin Arts Academy?
Don’t wake up in a bed that slls like sex, sweat, and spiritual regret—unless you earned it.
I did.
Barely.
Eun Hae stretched beside like a satisfied cat—bare legs tangled in the sheets, her black camisole sowhere on the floor, and her scent all over . Her breath was calm, but her eyes? Sharp. Even in sleep.
I didn’t move.
Because last night...
She had ridden like a goddess on a vengeance arc.There were bruises on my thighs. Scratches on my back.And a mory of her moaning into my ear,"You better survive this, fool."
I shifted.
A twinge shot up my spine.
Right. The claw marks.
My hips ached. My pride was gone. My soul? Slightly unstable.
Eun Hae stirred.
Then, without even opening her eyes, she turned toward —her thigh slipping over mine, her breath brushing against my neck.
"Still alive?" she whispered.
"Barely."
She let out a soft hum.
Then her hand moved.
Slipped under the sheets.
Found —unapologetically.
"Wait—Eun Hae—"
"No talking." Her voice. Calm. Commanding.
Her fingers curled around like they had legal ownership.
I tensed.
"Relax," she said, voice calm, almost bored. "You’ve survived worse."
She squeezed.And sighed like I was the one inconveniencing her.
I resisted.
Tried to shift away.
But her body pinned mine gently, and her cheek rested warm on my shoulder, breathing soft.
[SYSTEM STATUS]
→ MORNING WOOD DETECTED
→ SPIRITUAL PRESSURE: RISING
→ CONTROL: SLIPPING
"I..., " My breath caught as she dragged her thumb lightly along the underside.
Her grip was maddening.
Slow.
thodical.
Grip. Stroke. Tease.Up. Down. Pause.Again.
I groaned softly, burying my face between her tits.
Warm. Soft. Dangerous.
I clenched my jaw.
"You’re trying so hard not to react," she murmured, her lips brushing my ear as her fingers worked below."Is it pride? Or fear?"
"Both."
She smiled.
A bead of pre-cultivation liquid welled up.
She brushed her thumb over it.
"Leaking already? Cute."
Her hand moved again—still lazy, confident. She didn’t even need to look. She knew exactly how to hold , when to tighten, when to tease.
I groaned softly.
"Say it," she whispered.
"Say what?"
"That you love this. That you love how long I can drag it out."
"I hate you," I gasped, teeth clenched, body betraying .
"Mmm." She kissed my neck. "Wrong answer."
She kept going.
Each stroke coiled tighter tension inside . I could feel my body tremble, Qi fluxing like a tide behind a dam.
"You’re a Stormbound Fool," she murmured. "That ans I can do this... forever."
She giggled softly as she squeezed harder.
My hips jerked.
She didn’t stop. Didn’t flinch.
Just adjusted her grip—palm pressing low, thumb flicking at the tip like she was tuning an instrunt made only for her.
"You feel close," she whispered. "But your body won’t let you co yet. That’s adorable... and tragic."
She stroked, slow and steady, deliberately cruel.
Minutes passed.
Pressure built.
"Still holding?"
"Barely."
"Good."
Then she changed tempo—one hand, fast, precise. Every nerve fired at once.
"I can hear your heartbeat in your length," she whispered, biting my shoulder gently.
"I’m—close—"
"Then co."
Her hand jerked tight, lips warm against my neck.
I gasped, hips bucking as release crashed through . Spasms rocked my body, Qi bursting from in waves, drained into her grip. My back arched. I twitched, breathless, broken.
She held on through the end.
Then finally... let go.
Or so I thought.
She shifted slightly, wiping her fingers with her tongue. But as she moved to rise, her palm brushed the sheets—and paused.
There.
The sheet was still tented.
Still... urged up.
She looked back at with a little hum of interest.
"Still up?"
"No— I an— It’s the system—"
[SYSTEM ALERT]
→ Erection Status: Stable. Unreasonably.
→ Duration Remaining: 23 HOURS, 29MINUTES
Eun Hae’s expression slowly morphed into evil glee.
"You poor thing."
She stepped back over.
Dropped her towel.
Wrapped her hand around again like it owed her rent.
"Still twitching," she whispered.
"I can fix that."
I winced. Twitched. "Wait—don’t—"
"Shh."
Her hand began again. Slowly at first. Then faster.
Overstimulation hit like fire on already-singed nerves.
I tried to beg.
I tried to resist.
She didn’t care.
"I’m not letting it rise again," she whispered. "I’ll make sure of it."
Then—her head dipped.
Warm breath.
A pause.
Then her lips wrapped around .
[SYSTEM ALERT]
→ SPIRITUAL DRAIN IMMINENT
→ WARNING: BACK-TO-BACK ORAL SESSION DETECTED
She sucked.
Hard.
Tongue flicking. Throat working.Drawing out everything I didn’t have left.
I scread into the mattress like a tortured flute.
Another climax ripped through —dry, broken, spiritually devastating.
She didn’t stop until I physically sagged.
Limp.
Trembling.
Ruined.
She pulled off with a pop.
Swallowed.
"There." She licked her lips. "Now it won’t dare get up again."
She turned.
Wrapped the towel around herself.
Paused at the mirror.
But then—
Brows lifted.
Her eyes dropped down.
"...Seriously?"
[SYSTEM ALERT]
TITLE: STORMBOUND FOOL – STATUS: PASSIVE
First-Ti Usage Bonus:
– Full-Day Boner of Destiny
– Duration: 24 hours post-activation
– No known cure. Not even ice baths. Not even grandma thoughts.
Passive Effect:
– Extends physical performance during spiritual intimacy
– Duration scales based on initial emotional arousal
– System cannot override. You’re on your own, champ.
[RECOMNDATION: Drink water. Lots of it.]
[RECOMNDATION 2: Avoid eye contact with MILFs.]
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