Female Swordsman Training Dojo

Under this extreme pressure, the dragon finally had no choice but to exhale its breath.

The couple collapsed onto the bed, the worn-out old bed creaking in protest, but no one paid her any attention. Hirako sweetly embraced Harunobu, kissing his face repeatedly. Harunobu also wantonly played with Hirako's body, only avoiding her slightly swollen vulva.

"Go to sleep." He patted the plump buttocks that were covered in milky white dragon breath. "There might be a surprise tomorrow."

With that, Qingxin used the [Disciple Talent Enhancement Opportunity].

[The disciple has been chosen as Taira Yukiko]

[If the disciple and teacher reach the level of deep affection, the teacher can enter the disciple's dream together. Would you like to join?]

Needless to say, the answer is of course yes.

Harunobu clicked "confirm," then gently patted Hirako's waist and hips with his large hand: "See you in my dreams, darling~"

Hirako nuzzled against his chest and gave him a sweet kiss: "See you in my dreams, darling~"

The two closed their eyes and fell asleep in each other's arms.

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Author's note: I tried to optimize the erotic writing style, and I feel that there is a big difference between one-on-one and one-to-many relationships. I also added some romantic scenes, so I hope the reading experience won't be too bad. I also hope that everyone can leave comments and give feedback.

Then, let me share my reflections after the training. Firstly, I lacked sufficient psychological and descriptive writing. Focusing solely on actions without considering the resulting effects significantly diminished the impact. Secondly, my vocabulary was too limited. While some reference materials used words like "fat" and "greasy" throughout, which seemed odd, they appeared to work well in erotic descriptions. After all, using only words like "beautiful," "white," and "smooth" felt rather monotonous. My writing skills are still too weak; I should try learning more rhetorical devices…

Finally, let me complain about the B-style trend of the moderators again. Why are all the posts about green (green) characters? It almost shattered my Dao heart. I guess I should go back to studying blue (blue) characters.

Chapter 134: Facing Fear

Harunobu opened his eyes to find himself in front of the familiar Aozorakan gate, with Hirai Sachiko standing not far away. It seemed like an ordinary day. But Harunobu could easily tell that it was all a dream. Just like looking at a beautifully rendered 8K model on a screen, no matter how exquisite and realistic it was, it was easy to distinguish between a dream and reality.

Therefore, he knew perfectly well that everyone here except for himself and Hirako was part of a virtual dream. According to the system's instructions, this dream was woven based on Hirako's deepest fears, combined with the presence of the participant—Harunobu.

Moreover, he can stop this dream at any time, end the challenge, and bring Hirako back to reality.

However, he cannot arbitrarily interfere with this dream, after all, he is a teacher, and this is a trial for his disciples. Even if a disciple faces a crisis, as long as he intervenes, the dream will be immediately shut down, and the challenge will naturally fail.

However, this restriction did not affect Qingxin's mind. Although he really wanted an SSR, it didn't mean he would exchange it for the lives of his disciples. Even if the system said that the crisis in the challenge would at most cause some mental shock and not be fatal, it didn't matter.

While Harunobu was focused on checking the system, Hirako looked around blankly. She had no system notifications, didn't even know she was dreaming, and couldn't see Harunobu right next to her.

As she observed, her once peaceful dream began to flow.

Three scumbags whom Harunobu loathed appeared at the end of the slope, walking up to Sachiko with wide smiles: "Sachiko! We've come to see you!"

That's right, Hirako's family has three pieces of trash.

Qingxin kept a close eye on the three scoundrels, ready to strike at any moment. Meanwhile, the dream continued its predictable flow.

"Ah, what brings you all here..." Hirako laughed, seemingly delighted, but Harunobu, who leaned close to her, was certain that she was only pretending. A truly happy Sachiko would have her eyes crinkle into beautiful crescent shapes, not this reserved demeanor.

But it's still quite good to watch.

Amidst Harunobu's unanimous praise, Taira Sachiko's three scumbag family members revealed their purpose: besides demanding money as a matter of course, they also proudly arranged a marriage for Taira Sachiko.

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thing.

“That’s a big businessman! I heard he even does business with foreigners!” said Heisaburo, Yukiko’s father. “He only took you in because of the generations-long relationship with our Hei family. You must serve him well.”

Harunobu's hand was already on the sword, but he held back slightly. Hmm, if he dared to open that mouth again, he'd try and see if he could unleash a Thousand Strikes in a dream!

Fortunately, at this moment, Hirako interrupted her father: "I don't want to get married yet, Father. Besides, if I get married, I won't be able to give you money without my husband's permission."

Heisaburo hesitated, and Harunobu looked down on him even more.

Hirako continued, "Furthermore, I am now a disciple of this Aozorakan, and I cannot leave at will; the master will not allow it."

Upon hearing this, Heizaburo, as if a robot had been triggered, suddenly rebuked in a loud tone: "Don't dream! Sachiko! How could a samurai like Taira no Harunobu be with you! Even if a country bumpkin like you were thrown out, he wouldn't even notice!"

Bullshit!

Harunobu, holding Asahi's hand, nearly stabbed her. She barely managed to restrain herself, only to find Hirako watching her.

Huh? Could it be that we succeeded?

Harunobu was surprised, but the sudden appearance of a large number of women before his eyes dispelled his fantasy.

Amu Hosho, Neko, Nana Hanazawa, Yoko Saten, Shibaya Inoue, Asaharu Kinoshita, the nun Hoe… every woman who had ever interacted with Harunobu appeared around him. And naturally, Tachibana Nako, the magnanimous and effortlessly capable woman, was also among them. But the question is, why is even Yuzu Tachibana here?

Looking at the group of women clinging tightly to him, their faces flushed, and the more than one hundred female disciples surrounding him in layers, even the mothers of these disciples were there... Harunobu couldn't understand what Hirako was thinking.

No, what image do I have in her mind? An industrial combine planter?

This thing doesn't even exist in this day and age!

Harunobu was surrounded by women, as if a grand banquet was about to be held in the street, while on the other side stood Taira Sachiko all alone, even her three scumbag family members keeping their distance from her. It was like a stage play, where the positioning was deliberately emphasized to show the character's loneliness and isolation.

But being far away doesn't stop the scum from continuing to spew their filth.

"You see? Taira no Nobu is young, rich, and a powerful samurai. How could he lack women?"

"That's right, we're doing this for your own good. What difference does it make how long you stay here? Which of the disciples here isn't better than you, a textile worker from the countryside?"

"Yes, sister, you're already 28. Look at that person, she had a baby at 24. Do you think you still have a chance?"

"Or are you going to seduce him in such a lowly way? With your despicable body? But there seem to be quite a few people over there who are more beautiful than you."

A cacophony of sharp noises surrounded Hirako, and only surrounded Hirako. Harunobu, on the other hand, was surrounded by the soft, melodious sounds of birdsong and the gentle tones of the Wu dialect, as if they were worlds apart.

But Qingxin opened it.

So he walked straight over, with the women following him, constantly trying to pull him away. But Harunobu quickly reached Hirayuki's side.

"Sachiko, what's wrong?"

Harunobu saw Hirayukiko look up at him, her eyes filled with surprise, as if she hadn't expected the instructor to take the initiative to speak to her. This made Harunobu realize something was wrong—could it be that in this setting, his first disciple wasn't Hirayukiko?

Meanwhile, the three scumbags continued their clumsy PUA rhetoric, causing Hirako's mood to plummet, and she even avoided looking at Harunobu. Finally, as if unable to contain themselves any longer, the three scumbags reached out to grab Hirako. Harunobu immediately drew his sword, triggering a system warning, which he completely ignored.

Fuck your warning.

But the moment his knife was drawn an inch, the women swarmed around him, clinging to his arms, legs, and waist: "Teacher~ Don't draw your knife over something like this~"

"Exactly, killing someone in the street is a big problem, especially since this is someone else's family matter."

Harunobu forcefully tried to push away the smiling Hojo Amu in front of him, but a sharp katana moved even faster than he could.

Amu Hosho fell to the ground, while the three scoundrels who tried to grab Yukiko Hira lay on the ground even before her. Yukiko calmly wiped the blood off her knife: "Amu wouldn't interfere with the teacher's college."

Is he now awake?

Harunobu looked at Hirako with a strange expression, completely unexpected that she would be so jolted awake, but the next moment he realized he was overthinking it. Because Hirako looked at him blankly again, and the decisive killing he had just witnessed seemed more like a dream.

Is it just a reflex action?

As Harunobu pondered, the scene before him suddenly shifted again. From the entrance to the Azure Sky Pavilion, he was now inside the main dojo of the Azure Sky Pavilion. The corpses on the ground were naturally gone, replaced by a large group of women covered only by thin veils.

Those are the ones by the entrance.

Harunobu was among them, also completely naked. Even during that brief pause, someone had already taken his massive member into their mouth. He felt a full, squeezing sensation from behind, his hands were guided between the full, snowy peaks, and pearly teeth gently bit his fingers. Even the part of his back that resembled the imperial crest felt like it was being licked.

In just a moment, the main dojo became the Silver Dojo.

The only one still wearing clothes was Hirako.

She was at the furthest point from Qingxin, hesitantly wanting to get closer, but every time she took a step, she was scolded by the women on the outermost edge.

"Don't even dream about it, you middle-aged woman from Osaka!"

"Can't these mud-smelling farmers please refrain from defiling our temple?"

"The teachers' college doesn't want to see you anymore! They're already being incredibly kind by letting you come to the dojo!"

The same cacophony, but with a different theme, engulfed Hirako once more, and this time Harunobu couldn't even get there immediately. Each of those women unleashed the power of Thunder Breathing, attacking his weaknesses one by one.

Of course, this is also because Hirako is not a threat... well, that's right.

Harunobu gasped, pressing down on Hanazawa Nana's head as she knelt before him. Then, a splatter of blood splattered, staining Hanazawa Nana's hair crimson.

In the distance, Hirako remained in her horizontal slashing stance, breathing heavily. Muffled thunder rumbled wildly through the spacious dojo, and she herself moved with unrestrained power, like lightning crisscrossing the sky. Before Harunobu could even intervene, the women who had just been fawning over him had already grabbed their seemingly magical katana and charged towards Hirako.

Naked women brandished katanas, employing exquisite swordsmanship as they attacked Hirako.

They even cooperated tacitly, instead of rushing in one by one to their deaths.

In the first round, Hirako faced eight katana swords slashing at her from all directions simultaneously, as if wielded by the same person with perfect coordination.

But Hirako simply took a deep breath and then drew her sword.

Thunder Breathing, Seventh Form: Fire Thunder God!

Hirako, who had smashed her way through, stopped in front of Harunobu and grabbed his outstretched hand. The women around them stopped their pursuit, their eyes losing their sparkle.

Hirako is awake now, looks like she's about to clear the level, how easy. This kind of challenge, like questioning one's conscience, shouldn't pose any problem for Hirako in her normal state.

Harunobu thought to himself, though he knew it wasn't simple. The courage to kill his fellow disciples in front of the teacher, and the conviction that Harunobu would forgive her... well, stubbornness?

In short, this is not

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It's simple; if you put yourself in their shoes, even Qingxin isn't sure if he can see through it.

"Husband, don't you feel regretful? There won't be such a grand scene outside." Hirako stood up, the injuries she had sustained from the Fire and Thunder God had disappeared, and she was clearly fully awake.

Qingxin hugged her: "Seeing me with another woman makes you so unhappy? You even woke up?"

“No,” Hirako said, grabbing Harunobu’s dragon. “It’s not that I’m unhappy that you’re with another woman, but it’s that you don’t come to me. That’s impossible, after all, you love me the most.”

Hirako's tone was matter-of-fact. If Harunobu hadn't seen her blushing earlobes, he might have actually been fooled into thinking that she had also learned the secret technique of shamelessness.

Now… Harunobu simply wrapped his arm around her waist: “So, shall we do it again here?”

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Author's Note: Two chapters are over 3,000 words each, totaling 7,000 words. Could you please vote for me? >﹏<

And then there's the romance. Ugh, I feel like harem stories are pretty boring without it, but if I include it, it's easy to make the story feel padded. Maybe I'm just bad at it. Hope you guys won't criticize too harshly! /_

Chapter 135: The Solitary Cup Resounds

"Mmm... Chu... Hah—"

Their passionate kiss had barely begun when the two, both caught in a lucid dream, had to separate. The scene had changed once again, from the main dojo of the Aozorakan to a bustling street.

Many figures appeared all around, like extras in a movie, shouting inflammatory remarks at Qingxin and his group.

The gist of it is no different from the previous ones; it's just sarcastic and belittling of Hirako, arguing from various angles that she is not worthy of being with Harunobu.

However, the current Hirako was not as submissive as before, and of course, she didn't intend to argue back like a shrew in front of Harunobu. She simply hugged the still naked Harunobu, and the heavy yet soft touch, along with the excitement of being in public, made Harunobu sit up abruptly.

The surrounding sounds stopped, like a cassette tape that had been cut off, skipping directly to the next segment. The crowd naturally parted, making way for a wide road, and a magnificent car with chrysanthemum patterns slowly drove up to Harunobu.

The car window rolled down, revealing a man inside with a solemn expression and imposing demeanor. The man was dressed in a retro robe and wore a crown, coldly looking at Qingxin.

"Taihara no Harunobu, you are a hatamoto samurai directly under my command. How can you marry a commoner woman? Do you intend to betray me?"

Harunobu sighed and looked at Hirako: "What are you so afraid of, Sachiko?"

That's what they say, but Qingxin knew very well what this silly girl was afraid of—ultimately, she was worried that Qingxin wouldn't want her anymore.

Silly and cute.

He poked Hirako's cheek, and Hirako, who had been stunned since the Emperor appeared, finally reacted and angrily drew her katana from her waist.

An angry expression appeared on the Emperor's stern face, and then suddenly several hundred soldiers carrying rifles appeared near Harunobu and the others.

Damn, it's open now, isn't it?

Harunobu stopped drawing his sword. This was utterly ridiculous. He was confident he could easily handle a few guns. A few dozen guns wouldn't be out of the question either. But hundreds of guns? He wasn't invincible.

The Emperor looked at Hirako: "Commoner's daughter, if you truly admire my trusted retainer, you should know that staying away from him is the best choice for you."

“No, buddy,” Haruno tried to interject, but no one paid him any attention.

After the Emperor finished speaking to himself, he leaned to the side, revealing the face of another person inside the car.

Without a doubt, she was absolutely beautiful. More beautiful than anyone Harunobu had ever seen; only a kitten completely unadorned could rival her beauty.

Moreover, its size far surpasses that of the malnourished kitten.

The simple, even somewhat plain, white kimono, adorned only with a few chrysanthemum patterns, fit perfectly on the well-nourished body of the imperial nobleman.