NOVEL NEXT Chapter 29
Chapter 29: Let’s Keep Going Like This
‘First, I need to start with the Jerk Exercise.’
I gently set down the weight and cloth string on the floor. Shortly after, I laid down and placed the heated cloth under my waistband.
When my little buddy got sufficiently heated by the cloth, I skillfully drew circles with my oil-slicked fingers before slipping them inside my pants.
“······!”
Rustle
As my waistband shifted, my whole body jumped.
However, the Jerk Exercise wasn’t just for self-satisfaction.
If I got too excited, it would naturally decrease the exercise’s effectiveness and, as a side effect, possibly shrink little buddy tissue.
With superhuman patience, I held back my excitement and repeated the Jerk Exercise 500 times for 20 minutes.
The back and forth of my fingers forced a significant increase in the blood supply to the erectile tissue.
At this point, I utilized the Minor Yang Heart Method.
Boom boom boom boom boom.
The Yang energy rising from my lower dantian flowed through my limbs and into my body.
I concentrated the energy into the perineum, focusing on the acupuncture point of Yin down below.
Just as masters concentrate their energy into their fists for strength, a skilled practitioner could enhance specific body areas by sending the right amount of energy.
In my case, that area just happened to be the little buddy.
The blood supplied to the erectile tissue raised its head in response. With the Yang energy, the blood circulated more vigorously.
It was the moment when modern science and martial arts fused together.
“······!!”
I shut my eyes tightly, concentrating as I channeled my energy.
The principle of the Jerk Exercise is to overload the blood circulation in the erectile tissue, causing micro-injuries that strengthen and enlarge the tissue during healing.
Naturally, like any other training, the Jerk Exercise required rest periods for recovery of the little buddy tissue.
But I overcame those rest periods through my internal energy.
By infusing energy into the erectile tissue and applying the amazing principles of energy operation, I could significantly amplify natural healing abilities for immediate strengthening.
The mystical nature of martial arts fused with modern science – how powerful could that be? If I achieved mastery, just imagine the size, rigidity, thickness, and longevity of little buddy!
“Phew.”
Having completed the last round, I withdrew my hand from my waistband.
I observed a heated pillar standing tall.
Seeing that my little buddy had indeed grown finer and larger than before doing the Jerk Exercise, I couldn’t help but smile.
Each day, little by little, little buddy was growing along with my height.
‘Height is important too.’
While the size of little buddy was essential, height matters as well.
At least I needed to be over 180 cm to look good in outfits, right?
I had to elevate all my non-facial traits to the limit, shaping myself into a well-rounded hexagon.
That was the only path to becoming a true alpha male.
‘The warm-up is done.’
Having completed the Jerk Exercise, I stood up straight.
In the room, I took off my pants and wrapped the prepared cloth string around my little buddy and grapes.
Swish.
The cloth string drooped down.
I bent down and tied the roughly 1 kg stone I had prepared.
Swing swing.
The stone dangled and swung like a pendulum.
‘Now, finally, it begins.’
I took a deep breath using the Breath Regulation Method.
The faint natural energy streaming in with each inhale permeated my entire body.
I cooled my head and spread my feet shoulder-width apart, taking the Horse Stance.
The Horse Stance, perfect for strengthening the lower body and core, was, of course, an excellent exercise for men.
Since I started training in the Gongdong Sect, I became adept enough to assume the correct Horse Stance in less than a second.
Now it felt familiar and comfortable, so I slowly began to twist my waist as if I were hula-hooping.
Swing swing.
The stone dangling at the cloth’s end started to rotate.
It was pretty heavy, supported only by my little buddy and grapes.
This was the beginning of the Hanging Exercise.
I executed the Minor Yang Heart Method again right there.
My ten years of internal energy flowed through the meridians, concentrating back on the lower part.
Whoooosh!
As the hot energy supplied to my PC muscle activated its natural healing abilities, I began performing the Hanging Exercise.
‘The me from yesterday and today are different!’
I could feel my PC muscles training in real-time.
Hehehe.
A smile crept on my lips.
If I continued doing the Hanging Exercise, it wouldn’t be impossible to demonstrate my skills like the legendary Lao Ai, who swung a large wooden wheel around with his little buddy.
Imagine sticking a wheel on it and swinging it around!
How thick, large, rigid, and enduring would I have to be, with strong lower body and back muscles, to do something like that?
I found myself marveling once again at the legendary Lao Ai‘s prowess recorded in Sima Qian’s history.
It couldn’t just be deemed human stamina.
‘No, I need to surpass Lao Ai, King JIjung, and Rasputin.’
I couldn’t just be satisfied there.
As they say, dream big, right?
I would surpass the legendary Lao Ai, King JIjung, and Rasputin.
With such lofty ambitions in my heart, I continued my Hanging Exercise.
Spin spin.
The stone dangling from my little buddy swung rhythmically.
*
It had already been a year since I joined the Gongdong Sect.
Having turned fourteen, I could increase the weight for my Hanging Exercise from 1 kg to 30 kg.
Only after starting my Hanging Exercise did I realize that the tale of Lao Ai swinging a wooden wheel with his little buddy was not an exaggeration but a 100% truth.
After training my Hanging Exercise, I was now able to swing a 30 kg weight using the strength of my little buddy and grapes.
What if I practiced the Hanging Exercise for six more years until I turned 20?
Hehe, if it keeps going like this, I could surpass Lao Ai by adulthood.
I would build enough stamina to do just that.
Not only wooden wheels, but I could swing a steel wheel around effortlessly.
In my eyes, Lao Ai must’ve trained in Hanging Exercise too.
They claimed in modern Hanging Exercise training grounds that it originated from the ancient Indian Kamasutra, and now I believed it was indeed true.
Of course, I couldn’t rely solely on Hanging Exercise.
I must also do jumping exercises for height, pull-up workouts, weight training for muscle, Horse Stance exercises for stamina, and cardio workouts.
Diet management was crucial as well.
‘I need to consume more zinc.’
Zinc is great for stamina.
Specifically, it enhances the quantity and quality of not little buddy, but semen.
What is stamina?
Is it the power of little buddy? The strength of my waist and lower body muscles? The quality and quantity of semen?
The answer is that stamina is the combined power of all three.
To cultivate stamina, I couldn’t neglect any one area of training.
Only then could I enjoy the exquisite pleasure of the Samcheosacheop and the greatest Cloud and Rain Pleasure at the tender age.
Until then, I had to endure despite the difficulty.
Just as a mentally strong child gains the power to conquer the world upon fully maturing, such is the path of energy cultivation too.
Thinking this, I woke up in the morning to check my little buddy’s specs and woke my master along with my disciple.
“Today is our dining-out day. Let’s head to the inn.”
My master, standing up, spoke to us.
Since that day a year ago.
We designated one day a month to dine out at the inn.
According to my disciple, we had already eaten out once a month before I joined.
The reason we stopped for some time after I joined was that I hadn’t yet completed the foundational training.
I needed to concentrate on my foundation, so I didn’t go back to the main base.
Anyway, my master was as stubborn as ever.
Now that I had taken Hongyang Platform to enhance my energy and finished my foundational training, we returned to our normal routine at the Gongdong Sect.
Over the past year, I not only perfected the foundational techniques of Minor Yang Heart Method and Three Yin True Formula but also Minor Yang Step, Minor Yang Sword Method, and even the Seven Kill Sword, Dry Yang Finger, Wet Yin Finger, and Demon Subduing Great Power Technique.
In particular, I focused mainly on swordsmanship and finger techniques.
‘After all, when it comes to bedroom techniques, fingers are essential.’
Morning Dews and Evening Rains are not only about little buddy
.The usage of fingers, tongue, and lips is also crucial.
And there isn’t a better martial art for finger training than the Finger Techniques.
Thus, I trained finger and swordsmanship.
While mental pleasure is important, I can’t neglect physical pleasure.
I needed to satisfy the ethereal beauty on the bed in both mind and body. Only then can one be considered a true master of pleasure.
Moreover, I wasn’t merely playing a game of life and death with one opponent, but rather with the many in Samcheosacheop.
However, I only had one little buddy, so I had no choice but to train my fingers.
They say that once mastery of the Finger Techniques is reached, one could bring a woman to utter ecstasy with just fingers.
I would surely become the “Golden Finger” of the Martial World.
I gently flexed each finger, feeling them becoming more supple as my mastery of the Finger Techniques deepened.
It felt amazing.
“Yes, Master.”
I nodded, grinning like a child at that age.
My disciple was next to me.
Having turned fifteen, my disciple just aged a year.
In modern times, he would’ve just entered second year of middle school.
“······.”
When my eyes met with my disciple, he turned his gaze away silently and took a step back.
Since he turned a year older recently, my disciple had started acting strangely.
His unnecessary skinship and frequency of praise decreased, and he began to keep a strange distance from me.
Even now, it felt like a year ago he would’ve said, “Master, are you happy since we’re dining out? I am too!” and clung to me.
But my disciple now avoided my gaze and just kicked pebbles on the ground.
His face blushed red.
What in the world is going on? Is it puberty? Well, it was that age.
When we were younger, boys held hands and embraced, but once puberty hits, it’s normal to feel embarrassed about it and pull away.
The beauty of my disciple only blossomed now at fifteen. He had turned into a pretty boy out of a manga.
Well, I decided not to care too much about his changes.
No matter how pretty he became, he was still a boy. Understanding a boy’s heart was of no use.
In fact, it was better now that there’s a decent distance between us.
I didn’t have to worry about losing my innocence anymore. It was a desirable change.
I really hope my disciple grows up more and distances himself even further from unnecessary skinship.
“······Hmph.”
My disciple turned his head away when our eyes met.
Anyway, I had been feeling great lately. My disciple wasn’t approaching me anymore, my pleasure training was going smoothly, and my stamina was increasing bit by bit every day.
‘Let’s keep going like this!’
I smiled contently to myself.
“Well then, let’s set off.”
With Jeonyeong’s words, we exited the gate and descended Gongdong Mountain.
Quickly using light-footedness, we arrived at Hwajeong County, now well-acquainted with the marketplace, and reached the Gongdong Inn.
The inn still looked worn down, with repairs obviously overdue.
Jeonyeong kicked the hanging foot at the entrance. We entered the inn.
“Welcome, I am Seoharin. Gentlemen, I was waiting for you.”
“It’s been a while, Seoharin.”
“Shall I proceed with the usual order?”
“If you mean three servings of Gyo Myeon Hap Rak and one serving of Su Jo Yang Yuk, then yes.”
“I’ll bring it right away.”
My master and Seoharin exchanged greetings and completed our order at the entrance.
“······This way.”
One thing that changed since a year ago was that Seoharin started personally serving guests.
She must be doing it to help her father. Seoharin is such an admirable daughter.
Of course, her words were still brief, and her vacant dead-eyed gaze held hostility as always.
“Thank you for guiding us, Seoharin.”
“······.”
Every time I spoke to her, she would flinch and avoid my gaze, so it seemed some of that hostility had diluted.
Good, I need to continue instilling a good impression on her.
Thinking like this, I sat at the Eight Immortals Table and surveyed my surroundings.
Surprisingly, there were quite a few customers today.
At least three tables inside the inn had two to three guests each.
Among them, what caught my eye was a group of three burly men sitting at the far side opposite to us.
They looked like they had “Affiliated with the Black Alliance” written all over their foreheads.
This feels ominous…
“······The food is here.”
When Seoharin served a steaming bowl of Su Jo Yang Yuk along with a bottle of Baek Geon Ah to the table of those three goliaths, one of them grimaced after taking a bite of the dish.
“What the hell is this food tasting like!”
Crash!
He shouted, flipping the table over.
The sound of shattering dishes echoed throughout the inn.
Damn it.
I knew this would happen.
If the inn was quiet, it wouldn’t be the medieval Martial World!