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True Breathing.

What even is that? Why even call it that?

Jun was aware that anyone that could get away with it called whatever is it that they did something ridiculous pretentious. As if sounding “cool" was the point of what they did. To be fair, Jun privately allowed that it could all have been declarations of intent rather than Face-seeking. That they were prayers as much, if not more, than they were appellations.

But Cultivators had no need for prayers.

A lot of the “common" knowledge about Cultivators was obfuscated, in that it was a bit hard to separate superstition from actual supernatural power. Being Nobles, the Yan had a better idea of what Cultivation involved, given they'd had the chance to interact with Cultivators throughout their history. But that wasn't the same as having a comprehensive understanding. Either way, whether noble or pauper, whether mortal or immortal, a few of the Cultivation pillars were widely known and none more than this:

To Cultivate is to go against the Heavens.

Why that was, or what that involved, was a topic endlessly debated by people deep in their drinks, or people with a lot of free time. But it was widely agreed upon that whatever Power ruled over the lives of men, over the world and even over Fate did not want people to Cultivate.

So what was Jun to assume when people talked about their “Righteous Sea Cleaving Cuts" or their “Truth Seeking Thrusts", except that, having cast off all higher powers upon them that Cultivators had also done away with restrain in their naming senses?

But now, Jun wasn't so sure.

He took a deep breath of the fresh morning air, and, after keeping it in his chest for a while, he disappointingly exhaled it.

“True Breathing" was, in any way that mattered, a misnomer. All animals, human beings included, breathed as a very specific function of their biology. Hell, even plants did it. Getting oxygen into their body, and getting carbon dioxide out of it, was its main and sole purpose. Any breathing that took in gas for sustenance was “true" by simple dint of completing said purpose.

Designating the word “True" behind any sort of breathing was then not only incredibly pompous, it was also inaccurate.

Jun knew that, but…all manner of breathing just felt fake after taking that one glorious breath.

In the days that followed, as his girls got comfy and started making space in both his home and his life, he'd had ample free time in his hands to ponder just exactly what had happened.

Even as Fu fought with his servants and snatched the “right" to clean the bedroom, and Xia acquired the hobby of gossiping with those same servants, Jun tried to replicate that breath as he tried to go through the same things he'd done in his second life. Only, that involved such things as drinking and eating. As well as Inviting prostitutes and passing the time observing his staff ply whatever talents or skills they had. And when that failed? Well, there were always board games, because it was a widely shared flaw among those who knew Chess to pretend that they were better than they actually were.

Kind of like fighting now that he thought of it.

Of course, practicing his breathing was kind of hard because “resuming" that comfortable lifestyle also proved to be rather…hard.

“I think the reason why you are so sweaty is because you wear too much," Xia said from a wooden chair in the alcove of the hidden courtyard of Jun's compound, “Young Master, why don't you take some off?"

It was mid-morning and Jun was going through the paces of the most common attack paces for the Yan spear. They all began with a simple thrust to the upper body and then devolved into different actions depending on how the opponent reacted to it. Of course, the assumption that he'd always have the initiative in a fight was a poor one, but Jun wasn't sure that the Yan spear was of any use if it wasn't always fighting for the initiative anyway.

In the sanctity of his own courtyard, he'd forgone a shirt as well as his tunic. So, clad only in trousers, he worked out with his upper body completely bare. It was three days since they arrived, and already he was starting to see how this was going to go.

“I don't need an audience," he absentmindedly grumbled as he set himself to Puncing Form again, and decided that, this time, he'd try to attack a man with a longer spear than his.

“Do you truly want us to go, my lord?" Fu, also in a wooden chair, was fiddling with charcoal sticks and rolls of silk as she passively looked at his body before she went back to making marks on the cloth.

“You know I don't," Jun sighed before he began the first move. Which was, as always, figuring out where he was going to thrust first.

Hmm, one down the middle line should be able to make contact with the longer spear, and let him feel the direction of his opponent's attack. That being the case, he was going to assume his opponent was going for his head.

“Then you have an audience," Fu smiled at him.

“You dare?" Jun flatly asked before he committed his whole body to his thrust, not just his right hand, and ended up angled with his shaft just baaarely in the way in the path to his face. If he'd successfully had been able to make contact shaft to shaft, the opponent's spear would have simply slid nowhere.

If he hadn't been able to feel it…hmmm.

“Oh, by all means, put some anger on those moves," Xia licked her lips as Jun stopped, and looked at her.

Then he looked at the servants who had also stopped to watch him train.

They all immediately scurried off once he made eye contact with them.

“They didn't use to do that," Jun pointed out. Indeed, during his whole second life, his staff barely even made themselves known to him. Now they popped out of the nether to watch him as if he were the entertainment.

“And you are blaming us, Jun-er?" Xia innocently asked.

'Yes," Jun simply replied, “At the very least, if you didn't make so much of those comments…"

“Young Master, dear," Xia clicked her tongue, “Do you really want me to stop?"

“...it just feels strange to be openly lusted after like that." Jun went back to his practice. If he was honest with himself though, appreciation like that, however weird, didn't exactly feel bad.

“Oh, I don't know," his filial milf joined Xia in openly ogling him, “I rather enjoy it."

“Young women are supposed to learn from their elders," Jun sighed, “Not the reverse."

As his women giggled, Jun decided that if he wanted to still take the initiative here, he'd have to change the position of his body with his attack. So he'd have to attack as he took a step.

He took a breath and-

-wrong-

He performed the attack more or less as he expected to. His body worked as bait for a thrust that his own stab would catch anyway. So long as he made contact with his enemy's spear at the end of this, he would be able to go back to the line of attack he first planned out.

But as he took his breath and expelled it in the exertion of his attack, like he had been taught, it felt wrong.

The breath, it was wrong. The action, following from said breath, was flimsy. Weak.

False.

Just like the name that he felt best expressed the one miracle breath, it was hard to substantiate his feelings as something other than just an impression that he had. And yet, they remained.

When he tried to breathe, to really breathe, it just came out wrong.

Whenever he thought about it, whenever he concentrated on his performance, that was all he got. As if all he'd ever known about the one action that a baby came out having already mastered, was utterly wrong.

“Ah, Young Master?" one of his servants chose that moment to interrupt him-

“Awww," both Xia and Fu said.

-giving him a reason to stop his exercise.

“Yes?" Jun put his spear aside and gestured towards Xia, who rose with one of his clean tunics in her hands.

“The new Guard Captain is here," the servant bowed, “He is awaiting your favor at the door."

“Well, my family didn't take long to send him," Jun sighed.

“It seems like they love you," Fu opined.

“Yes." Jun tried to not sound dismissive.

“That must be it."

There wasn't anything immediately wrong with the man.

He had black hair, he filially kept his long hair in a bun, his brigandine was well taken care of and clean, and he looked to be decently fit.

“Master Jun Yan?" the man bowed at the waist, his hands clasped together in a martial salute.

“I am he," Jun clarified.

“I am Jianjun Ji," the man handed Jun a letter from his family, “And I do believe I am your new Guard Captain."

Jun completed the ritual by opening the letter and quickly going over its contents. The ostentatious writing was there as was the seal.

“So it seems," Jun agreed and folded the letter inside his big roomy sleeves, “Now, is there anything you'd like to say before you start."

The man had come in a horse, a shapely animal that had the signs of being well taken care of. If the animal was his, it at least spoke well of the Captain's ability to care for his mount. Two of his servants, small plain women from the nearby village, came out of the house to take the animal to the stables.

“Not at all, Young Lord," the man's eyes were immediately upon them, “I am eager to meet the men and take their measure."

The man's eyes followed as they took the reins, watching their small asses as they walked away with the beast.

Seeing as Jun wasn't inclined to take in eunuchs, all the servants that worked inside his house were female. Yan Tradition aside, it was easier to source women from the nearby villages than it was to get qualified eunuchs all the way here. But the women they sent him weren't exactly the most attractive, nor did they go out of their way to present themselves as such.

Though now that he thought about it, the villages probably weren't eager to hitch their horses to Jun's cart, and so the women assigned to his home weren't beauties who would catch his eyes, but workers who'd be able to do their jobs.

“Yan households never fail to impress," the Guard Captain nonetheless muttered to himself as he disrobed them with his eyes.

“You ok there, Captain?" Jun raised an eyebrow.

“Yes Young Master, sorry Young Master" Jianjun quickly straightened and almost started sweating before he caught the amusement on Jun's face.

“Aaah, I should have known the Young Master would be understanding of a man's plight," the new Guard Captain relaxed and Jun decided to not let this color his impression of the man.

“So long as you get their consent, feel free to take a stab," Jun shrugged.

Then Xia and Fu came walking out of a side door, side by side.

“Oh, I going to do more than try, Young Lord," the man's eyes were instantly on them.

“I hope they are not married, because this daddy is going to ruin them," Jianjun darkly chuckled as he leered at them.

“...they are this Young Master's concubines," Jun replied.

And the man's blood left his face as he turned around to face him.

Well, it was good to know why he was assigned to Jun.

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“Do it harder," Jun grunted as he sat on his bed, bereft of anything but his underwear.

Jianjun had apologized profusely for the guffaw, and Jun allowed him to go and present himself to the rest of his bodyguards because, well, he wouldn't be the first man that thought with his dick. Jun could put up with it so long as he restrained himself.

Though he would be keeping an eye on him.

Anyway, after trying to breathe like he did when he almost drowned, and like he had been failing to do regularly, Jun decided to try something more direct.

“I-I am trying, Jun!" Xia grunted with effort as her fingers tried to close around Jun's neck and tried to squeeze.

She was sitting on his lap, also naked but for her own undergarments, as she tried to cut off the air going to his lungs.

She was also failing spectacularly.

Let it be enough to say that Jun was glad that he didn't buy her for her strength.

“Are you sure?" Jun rumbled, his throat moving her hands open with every word, “I could get a length of silk cord if you like? It would let you get your whole body into it, rather than just your hands."

“Are you sure about this, darling?" Fu, off on the other side of the bed, asked with concern.

“It'll be fine," Jun tried and failed to assure her. The feeling of breathing wrong kept niggling at him, which was like an itch that he just couldn't scratch. Try as he might, he couldn't “breathe right".

But, maybe, if he tried to emulate being drowned-

“-alright, I am sorry about this Fu, but I am going to have to use your secret weapon!" Xia said with determination. She let go of Jun's neck and got off his lap.

“Secret weapon?" Jun rubbed his neck where Xia had tried to choke him. Really, he could do far more with just one of his hands.

“You would not dare," Fu said.

“Jun-er, beloved master," Xia rubbed her hands, “There is a good reason to not indulge in this weird new fetish of yours. Um, that is to say, our beloved Fu demands your attention!"

“Xia…" Fu glared at the younger woman.

'What is it?" Jun looked between them.

“It's Fu's riskiest day," Xia conspiratorially confided to him, “Her blood is just about due."

“This is when she is at her most fertile."

Immediately Jun was rock hard.

“You promised you wouldn't say anything!" Fu growled at Xia who pointedly ignored the accusation.

“Fu," Jun calmly said, shutting her up, “Is that true?"

“...This Fu had her blood the week you bought her," his milf admitted, “I-I know men tend to not notice these things, and I didn't want to set expectations that I might not be able to accomplish at...this age."

Oh, Jun had definitely noticed. He had just assumed she was bleeding because he was fucking her far too hard and far too much.

But oh, this was better.

“You were right, Xia," Jun took his underwear off, displaying his proud erection, “This IS more important."

“I know," Xia went to one of the rattan chairs on the side of the bed, and sat with her legs spread wide open. She parted her underwear with one hand, and calmly started rubbing her pussy with the other, “But what are you going to do about it, Young Master?"

“I am going to make her a mother," Jun very seriously said as he crawled on the bed, “Again, I mean."

Fu backed herself against the headboard of the wall, her face flushing and her eyes not being able to meet Jun's, “O-obviously, I will do whatever is it that Jun requires, but I must emphasize that I don't know if I am able-"

“-Fu," Jun growled as his face was just inches away from hers, “Spread your legs."

Fu immediately shut up.

And lifted her skirt as she spread her legs.

She even pulled her panties aside so that Jun could enter her.

Jun put his hands on each of her thighs and allowed his weight to spread them the rest of the way, making her moan.

“You are going to be pushing out as many children as this 'old' body of yours can bear." Jun pushed his knees below her thighs and straddled her hips, “Do you understand me?"

But Fu only shuttered at that.

“Do. You. Understand. Me?" Jun grunted each word out as he aligned his cock with her pussy.

It was already soaking wet.

“Yes," Fu said in a small voice as Jun took her by the chin and made her face him.

There was self-doubt in her eyes. But also?

Lust.

Jun relished the feel of her big lips in his mouth as he sucked on them, his cock slowly pushing into her cunt.

“Oh yeah, fuck that old whore," Xia grunted as she started penetrating her own pussy with her index and middle fingers.

Fu was a soft woman, that was something Jun already knew. Yet it was surprisingly easy to lose himself in the tenderness of her big tits, or the chub in her stomach. It was easy to fill his hands with her ass, and push deep inside her warm nethers.

No, she was no young woman. Hell, if her son was at all as good at talking to women as he would be swinging his sword, Fu might already unknowingly be a grandmother.

But that was all beside the point. Because whatever else she might be, to Jun Fu was a ripe fruit.

“Hmmm!" she moaned cutely as Jun inserted his cock into her all the way and rubbed her pussy with his hips, just so he could withdraw.

And make her pussy juices splash into his stomach as he fucked her again.

The sexual musk coming out of her was something mature. It was the pheromones of a woman who had already given birth and was now approaching a different stage in her life. But Jun would not let her go to time, no.

He would force her to be a mother again and again.

“Be rougher, Jun!" Xia moaned as Jun picked up speed, “That bitch can take it!"

Again and again.

Normally, he would try and get Fu to orgasm a few times before he blew his load. Get her to enjoy the sex with him.

But not this time.

“You better get ready to get bred," Jun hissed as he broke their kiss, his hips starting to REALLY slam his cock into her.

“I will TRY, Jun!" Fu gasped as Jun fucked her harder and harder, the slaps coming out of the meeting between their bodies filling his bedroom.

“Oh, do you hear her, my love?" Xia sneered as her fingers blurred in her pussy, “She's already making excuses!"

“You aren't going to try," Jun agreed with Xia as he started shaking the bed with every thrust, “Let me hear you say it. Let me hear you say that you WILL bear me children!"

“I-I-," Fu tried to say something, but ended up being interrupted by Jun's tenderizing thrusts into her cunt. Well, too bad.

She was going to obey him.

“Say it!" Jun demanded.

“I wiiiilll," Fu tried again, but only ended up out of breath as Jun was now fucking her as fast as Xia was fingering herself.

“Say it!" Jun demanded again as he felt the pressure in his balls and crotch reach a crescendo, but refused to blow in her before he heard the confirmation.

“I. Will." Fu pushed each individual words from within clench teeth as Jun smashed her pussy.

“Yes?" Jun kept at it, rubbing at her depths with his plunger of a cock head.

“I willll-" but she lost the plot again, the sensations being too much for her.

“SAY IT!" Jun demanded one last time as he lost control of himself and slammed his cock as into her pussy as he could.

“Geeet pregnant!" Fu moaned as she came as well, her arms going around Jun's waist as she held on dear dear life, “I WILL GET PREGNANT!"

“Ooooh, yeees," Xia spurted her female juices into the ground as she also came from watching them, “Make her do the only thing she is good for!"

Jun came. He came and he came. Good gods, he hadn't come this much since the first night that he'd had with them!

He filled Fu's milfy pussy to its capacity and then filled it some more. He felt his semen seep out of her pussy and then stream out into their bedsheets as he kept pumping into her.

His balls clenched and send more of his swimmers up into the body of his milf until impregnation was all but guaranteed.

And then, at long last, Jun sighed as he collapsed on the body of his mature concubine.

“Oh heavens," Xia breathed out as she got off her chair in shaky legs, “T-that was something."

“Y-yeah," Fu mumbled from underneath Jun's chest.

So he rolled to the side, his milf still in his arms, until his back was on the bed.

And Fu was lying on his chest.

“You did good," Jun told her before he reached up to pet her hair.

“R-really?" Fu, despite everything, didn't sound like she believed it, “Are you sure, Young Master?"

“I am," Jun authoritatively said and gave her lips a kiss.

“Now, is there any way I can get what she got, beloved master?" Xia sat on the bed and happily asked.

So Jun reached out, grabbed her by her hips, and dragged her to his side.

“Later," he told her as he used Xia as a human body pillow and Fu as a human blanket.

“Boo," Xia grunted, but nestled into his side, “But fine."

Now, what was he thinking about before he needed to concentrate completely into putting a kid into Fu-

Ah, right, True Breathing.

Yeah, he still didn't know how to do it.

What an annoyance.