[Swords] (Part 1)

(I)
My master asked me whether I wanted to learn the saber or the sword. I told him I wanted to learn the sword, preferably the Shu Mountain sword style. My master smiled,
patted my head, and then said that the saber was also good, and that I could become like Fu Hongxue someday.
He also told me that we were not from the Shu Mountain sect, so we could only teach our own sect's sword style. That year, I was 15
years old, and my master was almost 70.
My 70-year-old master could no longer personally teach me martial arts, so he designated my sixth senior brother and ninth senior sister. My sixth
senior brother was 40 years old, very thin, and you could see his prominent bones on his face. However, his martial arts skills were very high, reportedly
higher than those of my eldest senior brother, who was currently the designated successor to the sect leader. My ninth senior sister was 35 years old, loved to wear flowing, wide-sleeved dresses, and
had a curvaceous figure; she was very beautiful.
My ninth senior sister's husband was from another sect. It was said that he had liked my sect's eldest senior sister, but their sect
opposed it, and the two had to separate. After my ninth senior sister married him, their relationship was never good, all of which my eighteenth
senior sister told me.
My senior sister had another man, supposedly my twelfth senior brother. Once, they were making love in the back mountains when they were seen by someone
—my seventeenth senior brother.
Later, my seventeenth senior brother told me that he was gathering herbs in the back mountains when he suddenly heard a strange sound. He
followed the sound and found my ninth senior sister riding on top of a man. He said that her flowing, wide-sleeved dress
had slipped down beside her, and he could clearly see her breasts; the nipples were as red as cherries.
My seventeenth senior brother also said that my ninth senior sister's eyes were slightly closed, and her body was moving up and down like a deer running in the mountains
. He told me that my ninth senior sister was also constantly rubbing her breasts with her hands, moaning softly.
My seventeenth senior brother told me that later, my ninth senior sister got off that man's body and lay face down on the ground, her buttocks raised
high. He saw her pubic hair, growing thickly in her genitals. He told me
he had never imagined a woman could have so much pubic hair, and even more surprisingly,
her genitals were pink. He heard that this was because she collected morning dew to wash her genitals every day, which made them so
beautiful.
My seventeenth senior brother told me that after the man got up from the ground, he entered my ninth senior sister's body from behind.
He said that this time, my ninth senior sister's voice was even louder than before. He also said that after the man stood up,
he could see clearly that it was my twelfth senior brother.
That day, my seventeenth senior brother was very excited when he told me this. I clearly saw saliva dripping from his mouth,
but he didn't wipe it away, and I didn't tell him. There was another thing I didn't tell him either: my lower body
was constantly straining against my crotch, and I felt very uncomfortable.
That night, I dreamt of Ninth Senior Sister. She wasn't wearing anything, and when I woke up in the morning, I found her
inner garment was a little damp. While I was washing it, I could see glistening silver threads in the sunlight.
Later, Master still followed my wishes and asked Sixth Senior Brother and Ninth Senior Sister to teach me swordsmanship. Sixth Senior Brother was very
strict with me; he would yell at me loudly if I made a mistake, and I didn't like him at all. Ninth Senior Sister was
different from him; she never scolded me. But I don't think I've ever seen Ninth Senior Sister smile.
Later, every time Ninth Senior Sister taught me swordsmanship, I would think of her pubic hair, so I could never
remember it. Ninth Senior Sister was always expressionless, which I found strange. I always felt that the Ninth Senior Sister Twelve described
wasn't the same person as this Ninth Senior Sister.
Later, as I spent more time in the sect, Ninth Senior Sister's attitude towards me improved; she would often ask me to do
things. She would also ask me to wash her underwear. She had many different kinds of underwear, including a pair of open-crotch
pants, which puzzled me. Did my Ninth Senior Sister, who was so old, still need open-crotch pants?
Later, my Ninth Senior Sister asked me to wash her underwear every day. Her underwear had a pleasant fragrance, and every time I
smelled it, my lower body would involuntarily become aroused, and my mind would be filled with images of her pubic hair.
Sometimes, my Ninth Senior Sister's underwear was difficult to wash. A few days each month, there would be bloodstains on it. I thought that
must be because my Ninth Senior Sister had been injured by bad guys while fighting for justice. Although I always saw her on the mountain, I thought it
must be because she secretly went down the mountain to fight for justice after I fell asleep at night, because that's how heroes are. So
I loved washing my Ninth Senior Sister's clothes, and I always washed them very clean.
My Ninth Senior Sister didn't want me to tell anyone that I washed her underwear, but later my Seventeenth Senior Brother found out. He often
borrowed my Ninth Senior Sister's underwear, but when he returned it to me, it was all dirty. The top was a thick, white
paste that, after being exposed to the sun for a while, would develop silvery strands and emit an unpleasant smell.
My seventeenth senior brother always took good care of me, so I was always willing to give him my ninth senior sister's underwear.
One time, when I went to find my ninth senior sister, I saw her washing her lower body. It seemed my seventeenth senior brother
was right. This also showed that my ninth senior sister was very clean, and I am clean too. I realized I was starting to like my ninth senior sister
.
Here's what happened: that day, I went to give my underwear to my ninth senior sister, but her door was tightly closed.
I thought she was sleeping, so I peeked through the crack in the door and saw her washing herself.
At that time, her flowing, wide-sleeved dress was tied around her white waist, and many pubic hairs grew between her legs, each
one jet black and shiny. My ninth senior sister's hands were rubbing back and forth between her lower body, and I even saw a finger inserted into
her body. I thought to myself, "My ninth senior sister is so hygienic; she even washes her insides clean."
Ninth Senior Sister's fingers lingered inside my body for quite a while, and I think I even heard her voice. I
guess she must have used too much force. Once, I was showering by a mountain spring, and Twentieth Senior Brother was scrubbing my back with
a lot of force, which made me cry out in pain.
When Ninth Senior Sister lifted her buttocks, I saw her genitals, and sure enough, they were pink. Seventeenth
Senior Brother was right. I felt Seventeenth Senior Brother was a good person, unlike Nineteenth Senior Brother who often lied to me.
So I told Seventeenth Senior Brother about seeing Ninth Senior Sister washing her genitals. Seventeenth Senior Brother slapped me
, blaming me for not telling him sooner, and told me to tell him earlier if I saw anything like that in the future. That day, he
borrowed Ninth Senior Sister's underwear again. However, that day he only had my washed underwear, but Seventeenth Senior Brother still took it and returned it...
When I arrived, it was still covered in white residue, which annoyed me; I had to wash it all over again.
I heard that my master used to practice swordsmanship and was a top expert in the sect. However, he later founded
his own sect, whose main martial art is swordsmanship. My master occasionally demonstrates his swordsmanship on the mountain. After each demonstration
, his eyes gleam, and he stands alone on the ancient peak, letting the mountain wind blow and his robes
flutter.
The senior brothers and sisters in the sect don't like swordsmanship. My seventeenth senior brother told me it's because swordsmanship is
used by vulgar people; only swordsmanship can reflect a person's nobility. My ninth senior sister's ranking in swordsmanship isn't very
high in the sect, according to my seventeenth senior brother, but my master likes her very much.
My seventeenth senior brother told me this with a smile on his face.
Having spent so much time with my ninth senior sister, besides washing her underwear every day, I've never quite grasped the techniques she teaches me
. My ninth senior sister isn't angry; I think she's never considered me her true disciple, so she
doesn't care.
One day, my Ninth Senior Sister told me that if I wanted to learn the best swordsmanship, I needed to understand the sword's nature, so
I had to learn how to forge a sword.
She also told me that forging a sword required charcoal and ore; the best charcoal was from a thousand-year-old cypress tree, and
the best ore was azurite. My Ninth Senior Sister even took out her treasured sword and said, "Look, this is
a sword forged from azurite."
Her sword had a bluish tint, and water-like patterns flowed along its blade. My Seventeenth Senior Brother also told me that it was indeed a
fine sword; that sword had once severed the finger of the leader of the Free and Unfettered Sect.
He then told me a secret: "Do you know
what else was in that sword besides charcoal and azurite?" I looked at him with suspicion. He whispered to me, "It's the Ninth Senior Sister's vaginal
fluid."
He explained that when the sword was being forged to its most crucial stage, my Ninth Senior Sister had sprinkled her vaginal fluid on the blade, which was
why the water-like patterns were visible.
My seventeenth senior brother also said that the best sword in the sect actually belonged to my third senior brother. That sword was
forged from charcoal, amazonite, and the vaginal fluid of my ninth senior sister, along with my third senior brother's semen.
I had never met my third senior brother; I heard he had left the sect, but I didn't know the specific reason.
From my seventeenth senior brother, I learned that my ninth senior sister had not only slept with my twelfth senior brother but also with my third senior brother.
This made me very uncomfortable. I was her disciple; her vagina could be used by others for free, so why
couldn't I use it? I was sixteen years old that year. When
I was sixteen, I learned that my ninth senior sister's genitals were called vaginas, and that washing them with her fingers was called masturbation. I had
secretly watched my ninth senior sister masturbate more than once, seeing her pink vagina and the pubic hair around it.
I saw all of that while she was masturbating, but she didn't know it.
Every time my ninth senior sister masturbated, she used a bottle to collect her vaginal fluid, and sometimes she would
insert the top of the bottle into her vagina. Every time I see her actions, my penis becomes enormous, and I tell myself, I must
make myself feel good with Ninth Senior Sister's vagina.
(To be continued
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