Chapter 1 — Dongeumbogam 4 - Recollections with Dahui & The Celestial Water

"Yes. I will become a physician as renowned as you, Master Yoo. No hardship is too great."

Heo Chun had entered Yoo Eui-tae’s tutelage after his mother, Lady So, fell gravely ill.

Though he began as a lowly water porter, compared to his past life as a ruffian scraping by in Yongcheon, his body ached but his heart had never been more at peace.

"Damn it! Where did you fetch this water? The vital energy in it is completely dead!"

At dawn, Master Yoo kicked over the bucket of water Heo Chun had painstakingly carried, spilling it across the ground.

Beside him, Yoo’s disciples snickered behind their hands, their eyes sharp with cruel camaraderie. They seemed to understand Heo Chun’s mistake—but he did not. Head bowed, he remained silent.

"I will fetch it again, Master."

Yoo turned and strode away without a backward glance. The disciples followed, their laughter ringing. But Heo Chun stood frozen, not knowing where or how to collect the water anew.

As the sun began to dip low, Ye-jin passed by, pretending not to see him.

"Wait, Miss Ye-jin!"

Ye-jin’s heart lurched.

Before her stood Heo Chun—the man who had once seen her most intimate parts, witnessed her lewd acts, and even received her warm urine as an unintended gift.

Her face burned. Her pulse hammered. It was unbearable to look at him.

Could he possibly be recalling that shameful moment?

Flustered, Heo Chun explained in detail how he’d been scolded by the master. All the while, his mind replayed the image of Ye-jin’s damp, pristine mound he’d glimpsed in the privy long ago.

Yet, despite it all, Ye-jin was kind—gentle, even. Her smile warm, she told him of a spring hidden in Cheongdam Valley.

As Heo Chun bowed in gratitude, Ye-jin returned the gesture—then froze. The front of his trousers had split open, his erect member jutting out boldly.

Ah! That Heo Chun—he was imagining me!

Her eyes widened, cheeks flushing. Only then did Heo Chun realize his indiscretion. He pressed a hand down hard, but the gesture only deepened the awkwardness between them.

"I hope I was of help. Please, take care."

Blushing, Ye-jin turned and left. Unseen, Do-jo watched from behind a garden wall, his body half-hidden.

What the hell? That strange tension… If I keep waiting, nothing will happen. I’ll have to take Ye-jin by force.

Cheongdam Valley, a tributary of Jirisan. Heo Chun had walked ten ri without hesitation, the water yoke heavy on his shoulders.

[Author’s Note: I don’t actually know if such a stream exists. Let’s just assume it does. Hehe ^_*]

"Phew! Where is this spring? I’ve wandered for two full watches already."

Sweat poured from his brow. His clothes clung, soaked and filthy. Following the faint sound of water, he hoped to rinse his face in a nearby stream.

"Ah… Ah… Aaah… Haa… Ah~"

A woman’s sultry moan reached him just as he rounded a large boulder.

Instinctively, Heo Chun silenced his steps and cautiously peered forward.

A naked nun floated in the cold stream.

No—two of them. Another, fully nude, lay on a flat rock beside the flowing water—the source of the moans he’d heard.

Oddly, both women were Buddhist nuns, shaved heads gleaming.

The one submerged was Grace, a woman grown who had taken her vows years ago at the mountain temple, her body full and rounded with womanhood. The other, writhing in self-pleasure, looked to be nearing forty.

"Nature! Come out and help me. I can’t do this alone… Hrk… Ah…!"

The older nun spread her legs wide on the rock, fingers circling her clit. Her voice rose in desperate, gasping cries.

At the sound, Grace emerged from the water, her expression strangely intent.

Her nipples, flushed from the cold, stood erect. Her full, rounded breasts, her soft, womanly buttocks—each step revealed glimpses of her pretty, glistening slit. Below her navel, dark, feminine hairs sprouted in a neat patch.

"Nature! Ah… Aaah… Mmmph!!"

The older nun seized Grace the moment she stepped ashore, sealing their lips together.

Her tongue, thick with saliva, plunged into Grace’s mouth.

Grace responded with a skilled, passionate fervor.

As their tongues entwined, she leisurely stroked the elder nun’s clit with her fingers, then suddenly plunged two digits deep into her slack, drooping folds.

"Aaahhh! That’s it, Nature. I’m going mad…"

"I know… Head Abbess… Bite my nipple harder… Aaah! Yes! Ah~"

The older nun bit and sucked at Grace’s breasts, leaving red welts across her pale skin. Yet pain seemed to feed only greater pleasure.

Grace shrieked, yet never ceased her relentless dance of fingers, hips, and tongue.

"Bite my fingers… Squeeze my slit tighter…"

Each contraction of Grace’s vaginal walls sent lewd pok-pok sounds echoing through the valley.

"Ah… Hng… Lick me… with your tongue…"

The two nuns clung together, mouths locked, tongues probing deep. The elder nun’s spit-coated tongue traced the contours of Grace’s throat, her body slick with arousal. Drops of fluid dripped steadily from her soaked folds.

Likewise, Grace’s slit oozed thick, glistening arousal.

"Ugh… Should I just pounce on them? No, Heo Chun. They’re nuns, after all."

Heo Chun, having stumbled upon the lewd scene, felt his cock swell uncontrollably.

He yanked his trousers down to his ankles and began to stroke himself—then suddenly remembered Dahui.

He recalled rescuing her from smugglers, fleeing into the mountains, lost in the dark of a moonless night. Rain fell in a fine drizzle. Cold seeped through their clothes. He could not light a fire. There was no dry wood.

Dahui’s lips were blue. She trembled like a frail bird.

"Miss Dahui!"

"What is it? Master Heo!"

Her voice trembled—wary, in the deep forest at night.

"If you’re cold… lean against me."

"…"

He couldn’t see her face in the dark, but he felt her shrink further.

"Miss. We have no choice."

"......"

"We might freeze to death. We must share warmth."

Dahui bit her lip, then nodded faintly in consent.

Heo Chun stepped toward her beneath a pine tree, gently wrapping an arm around her shoulder.

She flinched—so pitifully that he wanted to hold her tighter.

Pulling her closer, her soft upper body melted into his chest. His hand slipped between her armpits.

A woman’s breast, full and warm, pressed within inches of his own.

His gaze dropped. Through the gap in her jeogori, he glimpsed the plump curve of her bare breast.

"Miss Dahui… you are truly beautiful."

"!.."

Touched by the tender words, Dahui blinked up at him, her large eyes glistening.

His other hand brushed her cheek.

She trembled gently but did not pull away. Fragile, like glass.

"This position won’t keep us warm. Let’s adjust."

"Yes…"

Her whispery assent gave him courage. He spread his legs and drew her between them, then wrapped his arms around her from behind.

His hardened cock pressed into the cleft of her buttocks.

Dahui felt the heat instantly—her soaked skirt clinging, transmitting the burning desire.

"Um… Master Heo."

"Yes?"

"It’s… there."

Flustered, she twisted her body slightly, unable to speak plainly.

But his left hand gripped her soft waist tightly, while the other seized her wrist, pressing her closer.

"If you treat me like this, I…"

"I know it’s hard for you. How shameful it must feel—to surrender your body to a lowly man like me. But please, Miss… Just a little longer. Until dawn. Won’t you stay like this?"

As he spoke, he untied his belt and freed his rigid cock. Then he reached for her skirt, untying the sash.

"Ah, please… Master. It’s not that I dislike you. But this…"

"Just a little. Just let me feel your body."

"But… Ah… Ah…"

Unable to resist strongly, her hesitation gave Heo Chun courage. He swiftly pulled her skirt off, then shoved her undergarments down to her ankles.

Every movement was done from behind, without her help—so difficult it made him sweat.

"Hah… Mas… Master."

One hand slipped beneath her jeogori, gripping her soft, fleshy breast.

He did not stop.

Slowly, he rubbed her bare thighs, grinding his cock against the warm flesh of her buttocks, close to her undergarments.

"Ah… This isn’t right…"

Dahui’s body tingled. Strange sensations crept through her. Though her lips said no, soft moans escaped.

She had never been so aroused. She didn’t understand what her body was doing.

Heo Chun, too, was lost—his cock, slick with either rain or seeping arousal, rubbing against her soaked undergarments, his mind blank with lust.

"This… isn’t right… Hrk…"

The mere sensation of his hot cock against the last layer of cloth aroused her beyond measure.

Something inside her threatened to burst—but the final thread held.

Then, suddenly, his cock slipped through a loose seam in her undergarments and plunged in.

"Ah… Hrk! That… absolutely not… Ah."

"It’s too late to stop now. Please, Miss—give me your purity. Give it to me!"

With no barrier left, he rubbed his cock up and down her slick, wet folds. Soon, warm fluid coated both, and he gently pushed forward. His glans sank into indescribably warm, soft flesh.

"Ah… Master. If you truly mean to take my body… then please… look at my face. Don’t take me like an animal from behind."

In the end, Dahui surrendered.

Heo Chun twisted her body in his arms, lowering his hips. The last barrier fell with an unhesitating hand.

Now compliant, Dahui lay back on the ground, positioning herself to ease his burden.

"Miss… I love you."

"Master… I love… Mmmph… Ugh…"

Her confession was cut short—his thick, dry lips crushed theirs.

As their tongues entwined, their bodies merged.

Soon, the coarse hairs of Dahui’s pubic mound brushed against Heo Chun’s lower abdomen.

"Uh… Mmm… Ah…"

His cock, guided by two fingers, slipped into her parted lips. Then, slowly, it began to enter, matching the rhythm of her steady breaths.

"Uh… It hurts."

His cock halted, blocked by the resistance of her virginity.

But only for a moment. Heo Chun tightened his grip on her body—and thrust down hard.

"Ah~! It hurts! Pull out! It hurts too much!"

Dahui screamed, writhing.

But he did not pull out. Instead, he began a slow, deliberate in-and-out motion, treating her depths like his own home.

Savoring the soft, velvety warmth that embraced his cock.

"Ah… Ah…"

"It… hurts… but I feel strange."

Pain faded. A hazy euphoria took hold.

"Master… Ah… It’s… so good… It’s like a dream… Ah…"

"I can feel you… Ah… Uh… Mmm…"

Dahui’s body responded quickly, intensely. Her muscles clenched and released around his cock like the suckers of a mollusk—drawing him deeper.

Not from conscious effort, but from instinctive, ecstatic reflex.

The overwhelming sensation made Heo Chun twitch involuntarily, hurtling toward climax.

"Slip… Slap… Thud… Squelch…"

"Ah… Master!"

Dahui cried out, breathless, as she reached her peak.

And soon after, Heo Chun, thrusting fiercely within her, reached his own moment of release.

"Miss… I’m… coming… Ah…"

"Ugh…."

Thus, a year ago, Heo Chun had spilled his seed deep inside Dahui.

And now, in his mind, he felt that same blinding, whitewashing ecstasy—pulsing, wringing out every last drop.

"… I miss you, Miss Dahui."

No one remained at the site where the two nuns had indulged in their lewd acts.

While Heo Chun was lost in fantasy, they had finished and slipped back into their mountain temple.

Soon after, Heo Chun discovered the spring—just below where the act had taken place.

Trails of the nuns’ copious arousal still glistened, leading all the way to the spring’s edge.

Surely, much of it had mixed in.

"Ah-ha! This is celestial water indeed. Water alive with vibrant energy!"

Master Yoo, tasting the water meant for decocting medicine, praised it with awe, his mouth watering.

Beside him, his disciples looked deflated. Ye-jin, no longer awkward as before, gazed at Heo Chun with deep, knowing eyes.

And Heo Chun—smiled, as if he had finally grasped a profound truth.