Return of the Mythic Bloodline

"By the way, I wanted to ask you something, Master," I said, cleaning the blade with my jacket.

"What is it now?" she replied, still annoyed.

"When I passed out after our sparring session, each time I woke up, all of my injuries would be gone. I wonder how that was happening?" I asked, raising an eyebrow in confusion.

"I-I don't have any clue about this," she blurted, a little flustered.

"Do you think I got some kind of super regeneration abilities? Or...

Did you heal me by bathing me in Amrita water?" I asked in a low voice, giving her a side-eye and a little smile.

"Impudence! Don't be so full of yourself. I didn't do anything like that," she shouted, her face turning red again.

Actually, I already knew how my injuries healed. I was exhausted, alright, but I was still conscious—barely.

To avoid any damage to my jacket, I sparred with my upper body bare. After the spar, Nymeria would dip the strip of cloth I tore from her sleeves and gently rub my wounds with it. She was unaware of the agony Amrita water causes to the body.

And I easily controlled my facial expressions, thanks to my high pain tolerance—and also, this pain was nothing against the satisfaction of enjoying this caring side of her, and the way her soft hands touched my bare chest, abs, biceps, and all other parts.

There wasn't a need to tell her that I knew. Her flustered expressions were so cute, so I wanted to tease her more.

"Hehh~? Then why are you turning into a red rose? Did you get turned on looking at your disciple's naked young body, naughty Master?" I whispered in her ear, my voice carrying a seductive tone.

She suddenly pushed me back,shouting, "Get away, jerk."

As I was about to fall backward, I instinctively grabbed her waist, landing us in a very awkward position.

I was lying on the ground, she was on top of me, her silver hair covering my face ,her breath tickling my ear and her hands were placed on my shoulders.

Her soft breasts were pressed against my chest, and her ass was literally positioned below my dantian — exactly on top of you-know-what.

"You jerk, are you showing your true colors?" she murmured, her voice cracking.

"Why are you putting the blame on me? You—you were the one who suddenly pushed me. My hands just grabbed anything they could get hold of. It wasn't my mistake that it happened to be your waist," I replied, removing her hair from my face.

"Then why are you still holding me there?" she hissed, pointing her eyes at my hands still holding onto her slim waist.

"Oh! I apologize," I said and instantly let go of her waist — but who would have thought that was a very wrong move?

I had unknowingly been holding her ass in the air by grabbing her waist, but as soon as I let go, her soft buns fell and landed where they shouldn't have.

"Ahh~" A moan slipped from my lips.

"Oh my god, how could I moan in front of her? I'm so embarrassed that I just want to disappear from here. She might be thinking that I'm a total pervert," I thought, covering my mouth in embarrassment, trying to avoid eye contact.

"It's alright. I understand—that's natural," she responded, her lips just inches away from touching my ear.

She pressed my shoulders with her hands, trying to pull herself back, but missed one point.

As she moved upward, her ass pressed against me even more intensely.

I could clearly feel my rod being squeezed between her lower lips.

"Pl-please don't move or it-it might explode," I muttered, turning my face sideways and covering it with the back of my palm.

"What might explode? And why are you keeping a shaft of a spear in your pocket?" she asked as she moved further.

"It-it's not a shaft!" I yelled, closing my eyes.

"It-it can't be... but it's too big—" she blurted unknowingly before covering her mouth, her ears burning red, and she immediately lifted one knee and moved sideways, getting off from me.

"I-I am screwed. I just wanna die," I mumbled in a cracked voice, turning my back against her.

"Umm... You don't need to feel embarrassed.

I didn't feel anything," she spoke, touching my arm.

"Do you even know what you are saying?" I sighed, my voice choking in disbelief.

"Oh, sorry, sorry. I didn't mean it like that. I definitely felt that huge thing, but I wasn't trying to feel it. You know what I'm saying, right?" she began blurting again without thinking.

"Please stop talking," I shouted, turning towards her and closing her mouth with my hand.

"You aren't gonna mention anything about this to anyone. Blink if you agree, Master," I asked, still holding her mouth.

She quickly blinked her creamy eyes twice, and I removed my hand.

"Raj, you don't need to call me Master anymore," she spoke in a soft voice, looking innocently at me as we both lay side by side.

"How can I do that when you taught me so much? And weren't you the one who forced me to call you Master?" I asked, placing my hand under my head like a pillow.

"And now I am also telling you not to. It feels weird when you call me Master outside of training. And aren't you older than me?" she hissed at me with her sharp eyes.

"Alright, I won't call you Master from now on. And also, I am hardly a year older than you—but how did you know that?" I asked, my eyebrow turning up from suspicion.

"Obviously, I guessed it. But it's unbelievable that you are only twenty-one. I shouldn't judge, but by the looks, you already appear past your prime," she replied, touching her chin with her index finger.

"Damn! That hurts. Do I really look like an old man?" I asked, holding my chest.

"Yes, you are—but a handsome one," she replied, and turning her eyes down, she whispered on her lips, "Exactly my type."

That wasn't meant for me to hear, but I cleanly read her lips because we were laying close to each other.

I acted like I didn't hear it and immediately turned my back against her and said, "I am going to rest for a bit. After all, I need to defeat Jambavan tomorrow."