Her voice trembled as she squirmed from her entrance being touched by me.
"Master... is the ritual working?"
"Oh—it’s working, alright." The words came out lower than intended, almost a whisper brushing against her ear.
"After this, I’ll clear away every last trace of that ’spirit’ troubling your body. You’ll feel... lighter. Completely relieved."
"T... Thank you, Master," she breathed out. "I don’t know how I can repay you for helping me."
"Oh, don’t worry. You’ve more than paid me back."
I traced the pad of my thumb across her lower lip, feeling the soft, and flexible flesh that was begging to be teased.
Her back arched slightly, after my fingers brushed against the pinkish opening that was already soaking wet.
"Just let it all flow."
My words drew out even more juice from her openings.
In no time, the air became filled with the scent of her intimate fluid. It was like a rich, musky perfume that mingled with the earthy smell of incense.
"It’s getting harder" I groaned.
"Master? What’s getting harder? The evil spirit?"
I coughed into my fist. "Y-Yeah, that’s right. Definitely the evil spirit... and nothing else."
That was a class call.
Honestly, I was pretty proud of myself for keeping it together this long. Must be my gentleman side finally waking up.
Time to focus.
Guided by instinct, my fingers traced the paths of energy flowing through her slit.
"Feel that warmth, let it flow through you," I whispered, my voice soft and reassuring. "Let it gather in your womb where it’s most needed."
She gasped as I grew bolder with my hand movements.
"It’s so strong, Master," she murmured weakly. "I can feel it... pulsing."
"That’s your Ki, your life force," I explained, my words a gentle reminder. "Let it move with your breath; let it heal you from within."
"Yes, Master," she whispered "I feel it... I feel everything."
’What a gullible girl,’ I chuckled softly to myself while my two fingers played with her private parts.
"My body feels so weird.. like it’s burning from the inside out. What are you doing? It doesn’t hurt but it feels... intense. Is this still part of the ritual?"
"This is the final stage of the ritual—when all my three fingers align, your body will be liberated."
"But why does it feel so good? I’ve never felt anything like this before... Are you sure this is okay? It seems almost... like se.."
"Stop right there. I’m a monk with a spotless record, and I refuse to tarnish it," I said, concerned about failing the simulation.
"I’m sorry master,"
She stopped thinking, letting her lust take over. Her moans grew louder and more high-pitched as my fingers moved in and out of slit.
Her voice became more urgent, showing how much she was feeling it.
"Master, Master, Master," she repeated over and over like a broken radio.
Finally, her body shook, her muscles clenching around my fingers as she reached the climax.
"I... I’m releasing all the bad spirits!" she cried out, voice trembling along with her still squirting slit.
I wanted to see her face so badly that I reached out, tilting her chin to kiss her. But before I could even savor the masterpiece of that expression, everything went dark.
The simulation ended just as it was getting to the good part.
"Man, you really know how to kill the mood," I groaned, glaring at the system window floating in front of me.
"You really have the worst timing imaginable. Couldn’t you wait, like, ten more seconds?"
There was no response.
’Forget it. Nothing beats the real thing anyway.’
I sighed, dragging myself toward the bathroom—big enough to host a small party, complete with a sofa that screamed ’I’m fucking rich’.
But right now, I wasn’t admiring the decor. I needed to cool off.
Cold water, deep breaths, maybe a quick motivational talk in front of the mirror. Anything to calm down the volcano of frustration bubbling inside me.
Didn’t do shit. In the end... let’s just say I had to take matters into my own hands.
When I returned to my bed, I sat down and activated Resonance.
The moment I did — the air grew dense. I could feel the invisible energy brushing against my skin like ripples on water, flowing toward me.
Each breath pulled more of it in, and my body responded instinctively, veins tightening and adjusting to the new rhythm.
Clenching my fist, I threw a punch. The air split around my arm with a sharp, satisfying crack — the kind of sound that makes a person’s mouth hang from their jaw.
With this kind of strength, I could probably break a man’s neck without much effort.
That said, I knew it wouldn’t be enough out here; this world was full of monsters and seekers that laughed at brute force.
Speaking of powers, aside from the breathing method I’ve been practicing, I didn’t really have any abilities.
Technically, that meant I wasn’t an awakened yet. I couldn’t help but wonder—what exactly was the prerequisite for awakening?
Was it talent, luck, or just surviving long enough until something inside finally snapped open?
"System, do you have any idea how I’m supposed to awaken my abilities?" I asked, half hoping for a serious answer, half expecting another one of its sarcastic replies.
[Host the power used by beings in this world is of inferior quality. You will get your chance to awaken a better ability in the future after you complete enough missions.]
"Mission huh, how about you give me more?"
[In due time]
Knock, knock.