Unanswered Emotions

"And only one student in my entire teaching journey was able to push me back in the way you did. So be proud of it."

"Wait, really?"

"Yep."

Woahh, that was a surprising fact for me, and now I am feeling good again. Though I don't want to let it get to my head. Sigh*

There's still a big journey ahead and an unprecedented amount of growth awaiting me. At least I am more hopeful now, and it is all thanks to Master Marthanda.

"Thank you, Master, for everything you've done for me." I said, bowing with the utmost respect.

Tap* Tap* I heard Master footsteps closing the gap on me as I had kept my head low, and after a small pause, I felt a hand rubbing my head.

"Master?" I said, raising my gaze to match his.

"With no doubt, I can say that," said Master. "You'll become a fine warrior."

A moment where I lost the ability to think profounded me, making me speechless. It's more like I don't know what to say in reply. It filled me with satisfaction.

"I have errands to run in town," said Master. "I'll be back before dinner."

"Ahh- yeah, alright." I replied, coming back to my senses. "I'll keep the dinner ready by then."

"Cool," said Master, walking away.

And when the door behind Master shuts, I jump in joy, releasing my child.

"Master praised me; Master praised me; Master praised me."

As I made my way towards my room, anticipation bubbling within me, I broke into a run, unleashing my Witchcraft into the air with a triumphant black flourish.

...

*WHISTLE*

As the final whistle of the cooker pierced the room, signalling the completion of the dinner, I moved swiftly to switch off all stoves and arrange the plates and soup bowls properly on the table. I looked towards the door and realised that Sir Marthanda wasn't here yet, even though he said he'd be back before dinner time.

"He must've met someone and gotten caught in a conversation. He is a famous warrior of his time after all."

Yet, as moments stretched into minutes and minutes turned into an hour, I completed my journal in the meantime, in front of the food table, waiting for the master's arrival. As I close my book, I see the food that has gotten cold in waiting, and the master still isn't here.

"Where is he?" I said. "It's too late now."

A shadow of concern crept over me, as this has never happened before, as he is precise and punctual with his time and doing things. Should I go and check? But I can't leave the shrine like this until the master gives permission. Ahh, what should I do?

Clack*

As I was dwelling over my master's absence, what should I do? Just then, he walks into the room.

"Master.." I said, walking towards him. "Where were you? I was worried."

Without replying to my question, Master walked past me; it was as though I were invisible, a mere shadow in his path. I cannot see his eyes; they're hidden beneath a veil of hair. Only a glimpse of the rage and resentment that I am feeling from him. With those heavy steps, he walked straight into his room, ignoring both me and the untouched meal laid out on the table as if they were inconsequential obstacles in his path.

Thud*

"Master...." I stood there in silence, unable to grasp the situation.

Wait, did I do something? That was straight away rude. He never behaved like that. At least he had always respected food and never left it out in the open. Am I seeing things? Or at the market, something happened that turned him like that? I didn't see anything in his hands either, even though he said he'd be going there to buy something.

*Sigh**

"I guess I'll eat alone today."

The gentle rays of the morning sun danced through the curtains, making me awake. With a slight nod, I woke up from my sleep. Within a few minutes, I rose from bed and quickly got refreshed, as today Master is going to teach me something new. I wore my black attire, picked up my Witchcraft and went to the shrine, where the master usually offers his prayers at this hour.

Knock* Knock*

"I am coming in." I said, pushing the door inside.

I saw Master's back facing the statue of God, him in his usual stance.

"Master, it's time for training." I said.

"Take a break today," said Master. "There won't be any training today."

"Hmm? Why? If we take a break, then it'll be my third break in a week." I replied in confusion, as it made no sense to take a break today.

"Then train on your own."

That caught me by surprise, as the words felt too straight-forward.

"Master, Is everything okay?" I said. "Did I do something wrong?"

I gulped my words back into my throat as he turned his head and glared sheerly into my eye. It felt horrific.

"WHY CAN'T YOU JUST DO AS I SAY?" said master.

I don't know what's going on, but I definitely don't want to trigger him any further. He doesn't seem to be in the mood to talk.

"Okay." I said, "I am sorry."

I backed off, closed the doors in front, and walked back to my room.

Placing my Witchcraft on the table, I lied down on my mattress.

Phew*

"What happened to him?" I said. "In the past 11 months, I never saw him acting like that."

I don't feel like training in such a mood. What should I do? I can't even sleep again, as it's been an hour since I've woken up. Maybe after taking a little bit of rest, I should go and cook him a nice meal. Yeah, that might ease his emotions a little bit. No matter how tough he acts, he likes food; that's what I am 100% sure of.

I side-turned in my position, with my left arm lying in front of me.

All these past months, there has been a thought ringing in my head about the person I cherish the most.

"Marie," my friend, It would've been more fun if you were to be here, and if you were to be here, you would've gotten into countless arguments with Master. Definitely not someone she can train with.

I wonder how she must be doing. Is she properly trained or not? And what about her Infusion? By now, she must've performed the ritual as well. I wonder what weapon she must've opted for. When we were at the academy, she used to ask me all the time, but now she had to take that decision on her own.

I am worried for her, but I am sure she'll be okay. She is a tough and sweet girl.

Just then, I remembered a few scenes that shouldn't have erupted in my mind.

My legs were in between her legs, knees pressed on her crotch as her skirt tightened up, exposing her thighs. Our breats pressed against each other, and her mouth was very close to mine.

"Your eyes are radiating gravity, Elea."

Marie suddenly pulled me behind her. My butt contacted her groin, and I could feel her breasts pressing on my back as she gripped me by the stomach.

"...Marie?" I said.

Marie leisurely rubbed her crotch against my butt and brought her face forward from over my shoulders, gazing at me and my lips. I glanced at her too.

"What are you doin-" 

Before I could complete my sentence, I felt cold yet smooth, tender hands, groping my boobs. She isn't stopping the moments of her fingers over them, exploring them from all sides. While pressing it at intervals.

Marie slides her hands down from my stomach to my thighs. She gently moves her fingers over and then moves them behind my butts, caressing ass cheeks with her palms.

"And what about here?"

"Umm...why am I remembering that?" Straight to my face, I saw my reflection in the mirror, which felt like I was blushing from ears to ears due to those memories.

With embarrassment, I turned my sleeping position to the other side, turning away from the mirror as if to escape the scrutiny of my own gaze.

Like a shrimp, I had brought my knees above, and my hands were clapped between my legs.

Suddenly, I felt a weird sensation in between my legs, and I could feel a rising heat in my chest.

I don't know what it is, but before I could realise it, I was subconsciously clutching my hands with my thighs. I felt a little tight around it, but it was a little tingling at the same time.

My fingers, letting go of their grip, move themselves on my vagina as if to explore these weird, confusing feelings. After hard rubbing, the sensation had grown into a much higher form of heat, which felt hard to control. My breath has gotten heavier too.

I let go of the tight clutch of my legs, saw my fingers, and realised that something under my pants was feeling weird.

Just then, I unhooked my belt, un-botton my jeans, and hesitatingly pulled down the zipper.

Gulps*

And as I slipped my hands inside my underwear,

Knock* Knock*

I heard someone knocking on my door.

"Ohh shit."

Breaking out of the zone, I rapidly, zipped up and hooked my belt again, set my hair properly, and ran towards the door.

"Coming!" I said.

I guess Master must be feeling a little calm now.

Clack*

As I turned the doorknob, the weight of uncertainty hung heavy in the air. My eyes met with an unfamiliar figure. In the shaded light of sunlight, a silhouette emerged—raven-black hair framing a face adorned with earrings, a tattoo on the neck, and a black jacket in attire that spoke of mystery and intrigue. Black gloves adorned his hands. His sharp jawline hinted at a strength that matched his vein-filled physique. And there was a cross chain hanging from his neck.

In the past 11 months, I've never seen anyone here, as I and Master are the only ones who live here. So, who is this stranger, and what secrets did he bring?

"Hey there." He said, waving his hand with a warm smile on his face.