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The spear, at first glance, was simple. So was it on the second, third, and fourth glance, all the way until you looked back at what you learned and realized that, perhaps, it's only simple when looked at in chunks and not as a whole.

But no, no, the Yan family spear arts really WERE simple.

Jun measured the space before him, and turned his hips into the hand holding the butt of his knife-headed stick. The rotation gave it power, allowed him to launch the spear through his leading hand, and made it poke a hole in a would-be opponent about two meters in front of him.

With his backhand again, he retrieved the sharp stick, sliding through the hoop that he made with his leading hand and had it chambered in one smooth motion. All so that he could attempt to poke another hole again.

The next thrust followed a step. A subtle distinction, but since he did it with his back leg it did not change his range, but committed him all the same. Having your feet together was a damnable position, consigning you to a few possible movements, but that is why he did it while attacking this imaginary opponent. Because regardless of what happened, retracting his thrust was quick and easy and he should have been ready to go for another stab.

All to poke more holes.

He chose to take a half lunge with his front foot this time, not only extending his range, but also changing the angle that he was in regard to this hypothetical opponent of his; movements in straight lines had their uses, but they were predictable. If he really was within range of his opponent, it was good to change angles as he attacked.

Because that allowed him to poke more holes.

Now, there were slashing attacks with the Yan spear techniques. Big movements that started by making a small concentric circle that then exploded into a big one with the sharp end going for this enduring imaginary enemy. Truth be told, given that he was holding a stick, simply hitting this opponent with the guard of his spear would have been painful enough, but the Yan spear emphasized such attacks more as parrying gestures that, if lucky, could cause harm at the same time.

But so long as it parried, the swipe could always be turned into another thrust. Because poking holes was the way to go.

There were three main stances to this. A principal one that consisted of pointing the spear at the enemy with Jun's legs spread. There probably did not exist a single spear art in any world that did not have this stance, but the Yan family named it “Pouncing Form". It was, as could be expected, great at poking holes.

The two other primary stances, one where he held the spear above his head, and one where he stood like in the first stance, only with his hands, but not his legs, switched, could be freely cycled through, but their purpose was simple:

Not all attacks ended up in positions where retracting it to the Pouncing Form was the easiest and most convenient action. So there needed to exist additional forms where they would be. And that went double for parries.

So Jun tried to poke another hole in his opponent, taking another step, but not switching his hands. That ended him in the Coiled Snake. A thrust from this one would bring him back to Pouncing, but supposing his opponent were paying attention, this would be a prime moment to rush past his weapon's reach.

So he swiped the point into an arc, and brought the back of his spear up to viciously swipe someone at close range. This enemy, of course, did not have any substance, so Jun allowed himself a step back to prime stabbing distance, as he raised the spear above his head to protect himself from any riposte as he did. And, what did you know, that meant it landed in Bird Falls!

Technically speaking, he could have an entire fight without ever coming out of the Pouncing Form. His steps never needed to switch and he could end his back-staff strikes into swipes that set them to the principal form regardless of what he did. There were two more additional forms past the main three, but they honestly felt like an afterthought and were rather niche.

These were the fundamentals. These were the basics. Three main forms, three main ways of poking, a number of swipes meant to make said poking easier, and a number of parries that honestly were just transitions into other forms that, you got it, opened the opponent up to more poking.

All that Yan Spear was, its essence, was an exercise in making holes in people.

“Amazing, Young Master!" Jun's new guard captain wasted no time to kiss his ass, “Truly astounding! Figures even the least of the Yan family would still have come this far!"

That made Jun stop in his tracks as he gave the man a look.

They were in a grassy clearing far from any villages. The journey to the Peerless Pearl City was a week's ride from his mansion, but it passed through a lot of seemingly unclaimed land. Then again, they passed by a lot of travelers on the road.

Lou had not been as visibly annoyed as his other guards were when Jun made this stop. Which, coming from the people assigned to Jun, already made him by far the most professional person who had ever worked under him.

But he was starting to understand why one of his family members had rushed to stuff the man down his retinue.

“Is that so?" Jun asked, trying to decide if this was just elaborate fuckery.

“Oh, Young Master-" the man smiled in a way that indicated that he was proud of himself, “I call all the multitude of people that said that you were useless liars!"

“…right," Jun grumbled, “Well, that was a good stretch. Tell the men that the break is over."

“Long live the Yan family!" the man bumped his chest and went to do just that.

The first time that Jun lived his second life, his guards didn't do much over the years, but a lot found ways to get into good graces again only to be replaced with some who didn't. Lou had never been one of them, this was new, but more than that…

He was absolutely atrocious at brown-nosing.

Which he insisted on doing all the time.

Jun's time-vindicated rule to let his men be so long as they were subtle with their insults just sort of flew out the window with this man.

This was both good and bad. Good, because it meant that his family didn't suspect anything and, indeed, had sent him someone they didn't want to execute but still didn't want to deal with. Bad, because Jun was constantly wondering if he should do what his family members didn't, and maybe stab him somewhere important.

But then, the man was such a goddamn moron, that it wasn't as though Jun was losing what little authority he had by letting him live.

Additionally, all things considered, killing didn't do anything for Jun, was messy and required rolling the dice with his family again….no, it was better this way. Barely, probably, but there was no urgent reason to get rid of him.

Besides, his men weren't privately laughing at Jun along with the Guard Captain. There was still the tension from the start there, and that made them wary of the man. Which was good, Jun supposed?

“Young Master," Fu was quick to push aside the lengths of threads and wooden needles under her seat.

A few days of actual resting and recovery had done her good. She didn't have any of the hickies Jun had left in her body, nor the wounds and abrasions constant hard sex had left in her. The pallor of her skin was healthy, her eyes were energetic and…she was a little nervous around him, still.

“Are you doing better, Fu?" Jun asked as he extended a hand and the milf quickly put a towel in it.

“Oh yes, perfectly well, Young Master!" the milf was quick to agree, “This Fu is extremely grateful for your forbearance. Even though she can't keep up with your…virility."

“B-but I have been productive!" The older woman was quick to show him what was in her hands, showing him what she was working on. It was a small silk patch, matching the color of one of his tunics.

Which was already by her side.

Fu was mending his clothing.

“I can just buy new clothes, you know," Jun said and, instead of relaxing how he expected, the woman clutched the patch she had made and looked down at the floor.

“Yes," she swallowed, “Of course. Forgive this foolish woman."

Xia Ni was snoring in one of the benches, her “shift" with Jun having ended hours ago. Fucking her was better than drinking coffee, it was better than taking a frosty bath in the morning, it was energizing in a way that was hard to describe. Even when Jun had fucked her for literally the whole day she had not been anything less than eager to keep going every time she woke up. And she did still..

But that was not the case with Fu Si.

“Are you doing this because you want to be of use?" Jun asked her as he wiped the sweat off his neck and shoulders.

“This Fu Si does not wish to be a disappointment," she nervously replied.

“You've yet to be one," Jun remarked. So long as she was happy and healthy when her son came calling, that would more than justify his investment. As it was, sex was just a bonus. But Jun couldn't exactly explain that without going into matters of reincarnation and time travel. Quite frankly, he would rather never reveal his hand at all if he could help it.

“...this Fu Si will bear you strong sons," the middle-aged woman cleared her throat, casting what was undoubtedly her last card onto the table.

Jun laughed. Figures that telling her that his expectations of her were so low that they were not existent would not go well.

“Come here," Jun took a seat in his bench and padded his lap.

To her credit, Fu Si only hesitated a little bit before she gingerly set her fat ass in Jun's lap.

“You wish to mend my clothing?" Jun asked as he circled his arms around her waist, squeezing her against his chest as he took a whiff of her hair. Hmmm~

“I-if it pleases my young lord," Fu managed to get out as Jun relished her softness.

“Then you'll be the one to mend my clothing," Jun decided. Why not? He had servants for it, but if Fu wanted to be a housewife, then he'd let her be a housewife, “What else?"

“I-I can cook," she gasped as Jun groped one of her tits and filled his hand with it. They felt better when he squeezed hard, but he supposed he could leave his roughness for Xia.

“Then you'll cook for me next time we camp," Jun informed her. If he weren't the most unfavorite of all Yan men, he would have had a retinue big enough to have a traveling cook with him. As well as a blacksmith, a carpenter, a pole turner, or a fan waver. Honestly, it wouldn't have been hard to have traveled with a caravan dedicated entirely to making his journey comfortable.

As it was? Bringing servants besides his guards with him on this trip would have been a hurdle, and it wasn't like the rations of rice and wine that they brought with them weren't satisfactory in the short term.

“The young master is most kind," Fu breathed out as Jun's other hand traveled down her stomach until it started sliding down her skirt into her crotch.

“Was there anything else that you wanted?" Jun breathed into her ear, his fingers brushing just against where her pussy would be, “Anything else that would make me appreciate you more?"

“I-I, hmm, I…can fuck you, lord?" the older woman in his arms gasped once again.

And Jun pressed his fingers through her tunic. Into her cunt.

“It's been 3 days since I fucked you last," Jun noted as his dick got hard, but, hmm, no, no, he would go without stimulus himself this time around.

“Forgive me, lord!" Fu whimpered as Jun pulled her skirt above her legs, and then dug into her xieyi, a small tunic that worked as panties. Like overalls, but just meant to be undergarments.

His fingers went in from the side, letting her pubic hairs curl around his digits as he wetted their tips with her meaty pussy.

“If I kept that up, I might have fucked you to death," Jun noted as his fingers worked her clit, making her back tense up.

“This Fu is an old woman," the woman moaned, “she can't k-keep up with someone as energetic as the Young Master!"

“Old?" Jun growled as his fingers pinched her pussy, making her stifle an indecently loud groan, “No, you are ripe."

“And I like my fruit sweet."

“Young Master!" the woman moaned as Jun penetrated her again and again with his fingers, making the hand groping her breast have to come down to hold her against him. She melted in his arms and it was up to him to keep her from sliding off.

“So what if you can't fuck me for hours at a time like Xia can? That's not why I got you," Jun told her as his finger fucking became deliberate, shlicking with more and more force.

“So what if you are not young and nubile?" Jun asked as he started kissing her neck, “Few will be, after I am through with them."

“So what if you've already given birth a few times?" she was close to orgasming. Jun could feel it, “You'll give birth to a few more."

“Young Master!" Fu moaned as she shuttered, going limp in his arms as she finally came. Unlike, Xia, his milf wasn't a squirter but that was fine.

Jun let her ride her orgasm off his fingers and, once she was breathing hard in his chest, he brought his wet fingers up to his face.

And sucked on them.

“See?" Jun told Fu as he showed her his spit cleaned fingers, “You are delicious~"

“Do…" Fu hotly said as she turned to look at him, “Do you want to use my pussy, lord?"

She said it with a mix of fear and eagerness. No doubt she remembered the long tortious sessions with him, but it made Jun feel smug that he had revved her up enough to offer it out of lust anyway.

“This is enough," he nipped her left ear, “I'll use you again once you've fully recovered."

“T-thank you lord." Fu sighed.

And then, to Jun's surprise, fully rested against him, “Do you mind if nap, Lord Jun?"

“...I suppose I could use one myself." Jun allowed and then felt his carriage start to move.

His men had finally packed up then.

“Thank you lord."