While Kent was making his way to the Gate Master’s residence in the Sword Gate, far away at the Spear Gate, Saintess Neomi, who had arrived at her mansion, was now panting for breath.
She had practically run from Selene’s apartment to hers after she cum for the fourth time just from watching her sister have sex with Kent, her disciple.
She entered her room and closed the door before jumping onto her bed, burying her face in her pillow. She was deeply embarrassed at the moment.
She had just spied on something she had no business spying on, and in the end, she had only made a mess of herself. Now, aside from her embarrassment, she was also feeling a craving that was reaching deep into her soul.
“What is wrong with me?”
She muttered, biting into her pillow. The dramatics of it all were almost comical, but she wasn’t smiling—at least not at the moment.
She had seen everything there was to see, and now, just like her disciple and her sisters when they first saw the magnificent dragon, she was practically craving it.
“I now understand how Ingrid felt all this time.”
Ingrid had chosen to come clean to her a couple of days ago, so Neomi knew it was Kent who had inspired her to pleasure herself ever since she returned from her last mission outside the sect.
She sat up and touched herself through her pants. When she removed her fingers, the stickiness was there, showing how wet and aroused she was at the moment.
She then walked to the bathroom and took her clothes off, leaving herself nude and exposed.
But the body standing in the bathroom was something that deserved to be seen by everyone.
It was gorgeous.
Saintess Neomi was the kind of woman who possessed everything. Her butt, boobs, and hips were simply perfect.
She had the butt. Though not on the same level as Manager Alina, it would undoubtedly impress Kent if he saw her naked.
Her boobs were also much larger than Saintess Selene’s, standing firm with pointed pink nipples.
She sat down inside the tub and spread her legs.
There, her pussy—which Kent would love to bury his face in—was exposed, and one could say it was the most impressive he would have seen so far.
He would undoubtedly want to explore every inch of it with his tongue.
The saintess began rubbing herself, moaning as she replayed the images she had seen in her mind. This made things easier, so she continued to moan as she pleasured herself.
It took her 20 minutes to cum, but she didn’t stop. She continued for who knows how long until she finally passed out.
She passed out while pleasuring herself, and it was all Kent’s fault. The Saintess wasn’t particularly strong when it came to resisting lust.
A few minutes after she passed out, Ingrid opened the door and entered. She walked toward the bathroom where her master lay unconscious and sighed.
She knew what had happened, mainly because of how loud the Saintess had been moaning while pleasuring herself. She cleaned her body and carried her to the bed.
After tucking her in, she stepped back and sighed again.
“I wanted to get your permission before doing anything with him, but from the look of things, I have to help you first, Master. This is all new to the both of us, but I am recovering,”
she muttered before walking away.
When she was gone, the Saintess opened her eyes and sat up on the bed. A few seconds later, a small smile appeared on her face. She dressed herself and began to meditate instead.
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“What are you doing here?” Zhen, one of the five disciples of the Gate Master, asked Kent, who had just arrived at the entrance to the Gate Master’s residence.
Zhen was one of the Grandmaster Swordsmen he had defeated in the sword trial.
Clearly, from the look on her face, she did not like Kent at all. She had been humiliated in the most offensive way when Kent killed her without even drawing his sword.
Just his sword qi was enough to cut her into countless pieces. Had it not been for the formation, she would have died with no body parts to bury.
“I am here to see the Gate Master,” Kent replied, not attempting to show signs of friendliness or respect.
It was a fair duel, and she lost. If she wanted to be bitter and hold onto her resentment, then Kent would do the same. It was only natural.
“Master is tired and relaxing. You can come back later,” she said, not even casting a glance at Kent.
“She is expecting me,” Kent said.
“Well, too bad she is tired and relaxing. You can go and come back later.”
“Do we have a problem?” Kent asked, looking coldly at the arrogant lady in front of him. “It was a duel, and you lost. If anything, you should be mad at yourself for being weak. Just because you are a disciple of the Gate Master doesn’t mean you have what it takes to challenge me.
I won because I am better than you, and I will always be better than you, so get over it. This toxic attitude is not suitable for someone walking the path of the sword.”
Kent spoke without attempting to soften his words.
As expected, Zhen became enraged and drew her sword and pointed it at Kent.
“You will only get hurt if you don’t point that thing away from my face,” Kent said, staring coldly into her eyes.
“I dare you to pass,” Zhen said, exuding a potent killing intent. She really wasn’t about to make things easy for Kent. The loss was her first, so it had struck her deeply within her soul.
“Your funeral,” Kent sighed and was about to make his move when suddenly, the Gate Master’s voice reached them.
“Zhen, allow him to pass. I am expecting him.”
Zhen glared at Kent unwillingly. Eventually, she lowered her weapon and stepped aside. Kent moved past her but turned and gave her one last warning.
“You are not my enemy—at least, I don’t want you to be one. But make no mistake, if you come against me again, I don’t care if you are the first wife of the sect master. I will kill you, and nobody can do a damn thing about it.”
Those words were spoken with the backing of his killing intent, making Zhen shudder.
Her hatred toward the one who had so easily defeated her may have blinded her into thinking she had been conspired against.
“The path of the sword is not something you can walk with a hot temper. As a swordsman, you should learn how to remain calm in the most dire moments. Trust me, the last thing you want is an unstable heart.
I defeated you because my prowess was greater than yours. It’s the same way you were able to defeat others.
So, if this is the mindset you want to have as a swordsman, then I advise you to either stop walking this path or change this mindset while you’re still at the lower stages.”
After the warning and advice, Kent walked away, leaving Zhen to contemplate her life choices. But as Kent had said, she would indeed die if she tried something foolish.
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