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Leading Asher back to her room, Scathach walked to the window, gazed at the gloomy sky, and sighed softly, "This weather is truly oppressive."
Asher also looked up. "Is Shishou troubled by something too?"
Scathach turned, her gaze fixed on the young man through the dim light. She walked towards him, hands behind her back, step by step, until she stood before Asher. "My troubles are also related to you."
Asher remained silent. There was no point in feigning ignorance now; he knew very well what his Shishou's troubles were. Without a doubt, Uathach's arrival had left Scathach unsure how to handle the situation. But even knowing that, Asher couldn't understand what his Shishou was thinking. Uathach was currently in Lily's room, yet his Shishou had brought him back to her own room. Logically, they should be keeping a certain distance, shouldn't they?
As if seeing through the young man's thoughts, Scathach's lips curved slightly. "Keeping a distance from you now would only make that child suspicious. We should continue to interact as we always have, without needing to maintain distance out of guilt." This was the so-called clear conscience. ...Though they did have a guilty conscience.
Asher sighed helplessly in his heart, yet felt that his Shishou's words made sense. Uathach was a very intelligent girl; even the smallest detail might catch her attention. Rather than that, it was better to be open and honest. After all, his sister had told him more than once that he had a "Shishou fetish." So be it, then. He might as well go all in. At worst, his sister would "axe" him. But he hoped she'd be decisive when she did it; if she tortured him slowly, his mind would probably break first.
Thinking this, Asher felt much more relaxed, and the pressure from Uathach suddenly lessened significantly.
Actually, Asher had also considered the possibility that Sister Uathach might be broad-minded enough to accept the fact that her younger brother and mother were together. If her tolerance was better, perhaps even a "mother-daughter-son bowl" wouldn't be impossible... But he seemed to be thinking too much, hmm...
Asher silently gazed out the window. The night was deep, and the rain, which had finally stopped for a while, began to fall again, weaving densely like fine threads, drifting like smoke and mist over the town's rooftops.
"Did you just go see Morgan?" Scathach's voice broke the tranquility of the rainy night. Asher, after a brief?? (daze), responded with a slight nod: "Because Lily spilled the antidote, I went to get some from her."
Scathach leaned against the window sill, quietly observing the young man's somewhat flustered expression, and smiled faintly, "Is that all?"
"Mm... just that." Asher's mind flashed back to the scene of him embracing Morgan Le Fay's waist and kissing her cheek. Under Scathach's red eyes, he couldn't help but feel increasingly guilty.
Scathach's eyes narrowed slightly, and she pursed her lips. "That's good." "Let's continue with our training from just now." Her fingers grazed Asher's cheek, her eyes soft.
"This is a special tutoring session from your teacher." Asher shivered, and for some reason, a faint sense of anticipation arose in his heart.
Special tutoring... This was far too easy to misinterpret, especially now that they were alone. Scathach's slender, pale fingers gently stroked Asher's cheek, and with a waft of fragrance, she walked to the door and locked it.
Asher merely gazed at his Shishou's back. Her battle-worn leotard perfectly accentuated her flawless, curvaceous figure, her ample, proud chest, and the stiletto heels she wore on her feet, making her already tall frame appear even more imposing. She turned to face the young man who was watching her, feeling the fervent gaze that seemed to melt people. She casually brushed back her long hair from her shoulder, her stiletto heels clicking on the floor as she approached. Even the sound of her footsteps alone made one's nerves tingle with excitement.
Scathach slowly walked in front of Asher, looking down at the young man whose gaze was fervent but whose fists were subtly clenched due to nervousness. She knelt down slightly, gazing at his face, and offered a captivating, mysterious smile. "Are you ready?" Her usually cold voice was much softer, seemingly intending to tease her disciple's nerves and see him make a fool of himself in front of her. This was one of a mature woman's tricks: seeing a still-young man blush furiously after being provoked by a few words brought her a sense of pleasure.
"No answer, so I'll take that as a yes..." Scathach placed her hand on Asher's shoulder. "Or do you not want to talk to me?"
"I'm ready..." Asher's voice sounded somewhat hoarse. The previous sudden incident prevented him from truly experiencing it, but this time, he was mentally prepared. Retreating now would be too foolish.
Scathach's smile held a hint of cunning. "Is that so?
You're ready then, good." "I'll make sure to thoroughly exhaust your stamina~" For some reason, looking at his Shishou's smile, Asher seemed to recall the fear of being dominated by his Shishou in the Land of Shadows, and his body involuntarily shivered.
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Sweat beaded on Asher's forehead; his legs felt sore and somewhat numb. Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the woman sitting by the window, sipping red wine and admiring the rainy view. He secretly swore in his heart that he would never believe his Shishou's words again. Shishou's words are deceptive! How was this tutoring?! Wasn't this corporal punishment?!
Asher had been holding a sword stance for almost two
hours now. The "tutoring" Scathach mentioned was actually a training method where his body remained frozen in a certain pose. To say "exhausting your stamina" was so misleading, and the result was actually this kind of training. Asher felt a deep sense of indignation towards his Shishou's wordplay again. It was only then that he remembered his Shishou had said similar things to him before, and after that came devilish training. He should have remembered earlier; after all, it wasn't the first time his Shishou had done this.
"Shishou, is it almost time? I can't hold on any longer," Asher asked in a muffled voice.
"Can't hold on?" Scathach took a sip of red wine, still
sitting by the window, unmoving. "You used to be able to hold on for almost two hours. Surely you're not weaker now than before?"
"It's mainly just boring to stay in one position for so long. If you're teaching sword techniques, you should be able to continue teaching, right?" Asher shifted his feet slightly to prevent his legs from going numb from standing too long.
"Teaching sword techniques?" Scathach's lips curved into a faint arc. "Who told you I was teaching you sword techniques?"
"Otherwise, what is this...?"
"Corporal punishment."
Asher: "???" So the pose I maintained for so long really was corporal punishment?!
Scathach stepped down from the window and came before Asher. The scent of red wine, mingled with his Shishou's unique fragrance, wafted around his nostrils.
Her lips slightly parted as she softly said, "I don't like disciples lying to me. Even if he told the truth, I wouldn't be so angry." Asher was stunned for a moment, then quickly realized what his Shishou was referring to, and much of his previous indignation disappeared.
"If I tell the truth, will Shishou forgive me?" Asher asked in a low voice.
"Ah, of course. My heart isn't that narrow-minded," Scathach said with a charming smile. She knew what kind of person Morgan was. It was understandable that her disciple, going to see her, might encounter some irresistible circumstances. She had long been mentally prepared. It was simply the fact that her disciple tried to conceal it that displeased her. Scathach's hand rested on Asher's face, then she looked at Asher, who was covered in sweat, and suddenly came back to herself. "Oh, right, let's sit down and talk. You must be tired after training for so long."
Shishou actually has such a gentle side... Until Scathach led Asher to sit on the bed, feeling the woman beside him and listening to her soft voice, Asher had an unreal feeling, for a moment thinking that this woman was Morgan in disguise. But she clearly wasn't Morgan. If it were Morgan, how could she have disciplined him for so long, and for the reason that he concealed what happened earlier with Morgan in the alchemy workshop?
"Alright, speak." Scathach crossed her legs, and the warm light illuminated her profile perfectly. Even her expression seemed so gentle, her soft hair silently cascading down. As if to compensate for the bad impression caused by the corporal punishment, she extended her fair, slender fingers and gently massaged Asher's thigh.
Breathing in the delicate fragrance from his Shishou's hair, Asher felt his mind become somewhat muddled, completely immersed in his Shishou's gentleness.
"Actually, I kissed Sister Morgan just now," Asher said. Scathach's grip tightened slightly, making Asher wince and almost cry out.
"Voluntarily?" Scathach, head bowed, had a hint of danger in her smile. Asher nodded gently. "I never would have thought." Although she was mentally prepared, Scathach never imagined that her disciple would voluntarily kiss that woman. But even without thinking, she knew that with her disciple's personality, he wouldn't voluntarily do such a thing; he must have been bewitched by that woman Morgan.
"Shishou, can you be a little gentler... it hurts a bit." The sudden increase in force from Scathach's massage made Asher want to move his leg, but he was also a bit reluctant and afraid that his Shishou would get angry, so he just tried to negotiate with her.
"Does it hurt a lot?" Scathach asked, looking up. Asher nodded.
"Hehehe... Good that it hurts!" She pressed her thumb hard into Asher's thigh, each push heavy, the soreness making Asher instinctively want to pull back.
"Don't move," Scathach's voice brought Asher's movements to a sudden halt. Asher endured the pain and looked at his Shishou. Her delicate face held a hint of annoyed emotion, her eyelashes long, and her red eyes clear and deep, possessing a mysterious charm that irresistibly drew one in. What is Shishou thinking? Asher stared at this extremely beautiful woman, secretly wondering.
"Your endurance is quite good. I thought you'd run away because of the pain," Scathach looked up, meeting Asher's fervent gaze. She raised her hand and brushed back a stray lock of hair, smiling teasingly, "What are you dazing about?"
"Thinking," Asher came back to his senses and turned his face away.
"Thinking what?" Scathach persisted.
"Thinking of you." It seemed a bit embarrassing to say that, so Asher added, "Thinking about you."
So, the woman's smile deepened. She raised her hand and ruffled Asher's head. "Those last few words were unnecessary."
"What did you do with your Sister Morgan today?
Besides voluntarily kissing her?" Scathach asked.
"Didn't do much, just went to get the antidote, and then there was something about the branch..." Asher generally explained about the branch, but omitted details of his conversation with Morgan. He understood now; even his Shishou didn't like to hear him mention other women. He had to be careful about this in the future. Asher suddenly realized that he still knew too little about Scathach. He only knew that his Shishou was skilled in martial arts and often acted as a confidante, chatting with him at night, but he didn't seem to have a thorough understanding of her other affairs.
"Can absorb magic from the branch?" Scathach showed a thoughtful expression, her red eyes flickering slightly.
"Shishou, do you know something?" Asher asked. Scathach quickly snapped back to reality, smiling and shaking her head. "No, I'm just thinking about what you just said.
Unfortunately, I have no idea."
"Is that so?" Asher lowered his head, seemingly thinking about something. He always felt that something was off, but he couldn't put his finger on why.
Scathach looked deeply at Asher. "You still have the energy to think about other things. It seems the training wasn't enough after all." Asher jolted, snapping out of his thoughts, and quickly shook his head. "I'm already very tired. Shouldn't today's training be over? I'm going to rest. Goodnight, Shishou!"
Asher had just said this, and before he could even stand up, a beautiful face appeared before him. Soft and elastic, sexy cherry lips approached and kissed Asher's lips. The warm, moist sensation instantly sent Asher into a state of blissful oblivion, his expression somewhat dazed. Scathach proactively wrapped her arms around Asher's neck, her soft body pressing completely against him, only seeking Asher's kiss and refusing to let go.
Asher was stunned for a while before recovering. He looked at his Shishou's face, so close, and his little brother quietly woke up, but he didn't dare to move at all. Although this was Scathach's room, Sister Uathach was still in the palace. She hadn't said anything when she saw him kissing Lily, but if she saw him kissing her mother, she'd probably pull out an axe and chop him to pieces. But his Shishou clearly had no intention of letting him go. She had already pinned him down during the kiss, her hands pressing on either side of Asher's head, and the smile on her face had changed from cold to alluring.
"The training still isn't enough... so let's try some other training this time," Scathach licked her sexy lips. "You've been looking forward to it since just now, haven't you?"
"If Sister comes in and sees us..." Asher hesitated.
"The door was already locked."
"I know, but..." Asher silently gazed at Scathach's moist eyes.
"Alright." Asher wrapped his arms around Scathach's waist, flipped over, pinning her down, feeling the softness of his Shishou's body. He originally wanted to say it's better to be careful, to avoid being discovered by his sister, but he genuinely couldn't help himself.
Because... his Shishou was simply too alluring.
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