"Master, are you satisfied with Gu Nan's service?"
Yu Gu Nan scooped up the clear Cold Spring Water and poured it over her Master's body, helping him wash away the filth.
Pei Yuhang lowered his head. Perhaps it was the post-nut clarity, which often brings on bouts of insecurity and self-reflection.
After a moment of silence, he said, "Gu Nan, do you think I'm truly qualified to be a Master?
When I took on my first disciple, I was overjoyed. I resolved to learn from the great masters of history, the ones remembered as sages. I wanted to be a true educator, to nurture my disciples and help them realize their potential."
"But now things have become like this—am I truly worthy of the title 'Master'? Or have I... defiled it?"
A soft, slender fingertip pressed against Pei Yuhang's lips, pushing his words back down.
