Breathing Style Generator Novels & Stories

The sound of her breathing grows ragged, shallow, her chest heaving against his. She gasps. It’s a sharp, desperate sound, torn from her throat, raw with pleasure and something akin to disbelief. Her body arches, a sudden, violent spasm that rips through her. Her back bows, her chest lifting, her head tilting back against the wall, exposing the long, vulnerable line of her throat. A low, guttural growl escapes her, a sound of profound release that vibrates through her entire frame.

One more— Breath.

I am behaving like a fucking child in front of a girl, and the way she is looking at me is making my heart beat faster. “Deep breaths, come on, inhale in six, come on, one, two, three, four, five, six”, she says while I inhale. “Hold it in in four, one, two, three, four”, and now exhale in five. “One, two, three, four, five”, she says, we repeat it a couple more times, and my breathing goes back to normal, but the sickening feeling in my stomach doesn't go anywhere. Hate this fucking place.

Even though only several seconds had passed, she could already see the flaws of Ye Zhihao’s cultivation. As she said mentioned earlier, breathing in itself was a form of cultivation, and from what she could see, this so-called Basic Meditation Technique was nothing more but an enhanced version of breathing, where a person takes in turbid air through their nose, isolates a miniscule amount of qi contained in it and uses it to refine the body before releasing the air through their mouth. It was only slightly better than a human’s inborn ability to breathe, but it was basically the tackiest most inefficient technique she had ever seen.

The two-way yes that made my skin a home. I sit on a bench and breathe in fours like he taught me when my nerves spiked before a scene. In for four. Hold for four. Out for four. Hold for four. The edges of me stop vibrating. It feels like cheating that his voice works even when he isn’t here to speak.

« Your explanation cramps my conversation with you; you should take a formation in teaching. There are two possibilities here, you are joking, or you are trying to joke because I don’t see any other alternative. » « Hahahaha, you are funny. Alright, I don’t want to make you worse, first, try to control your breathing style. Breathe until you don’t have any place for the air then exhale everything. Do it while training, because I want you to be more endurant in a battle, you have great abilities for a human, you are like an unpolished gem that I am trying to work on. » « I knew it, you were joking. So all I need to do is to breathe correctly, right ? »

I stayed there frozen on my seat, unable to move an inch. “Breather in and breathe out. Breathe in and then breathe out….” I kept chanting those continuously until I could finally calm my nerves. “You can do this, Aiv! You’re a strong girl.” I mentally prepared myself and slowly turned my head to see the “person” staring right through the window at me with its dark ashy green eyes. I felt a chill run down my spine. It was like someone had poured icy cold water on my naked body in winter. Our eyes locked for a second,but before I could come back to my consciousness, he disappeared.

My legs shake, my toes curl, and every muscle in my body trembles and jerks almost violently. Walker and Onyx roar together in the most blissed-out, animalistic sound I've ever heard. His swollen cock pulses inside me, and warmth floods my insides as his hot seed fills me to the brim. His movements are harsh, sloppy, and rough. His grunts, groans, and moans echo through the room almost as loudly as my panting breaths.

The system pinged again: :: EMOTIONAL REGULATION STABILIZING :: USER INITIATOR: E. VALE :: COMMENT: NO FEEDBACK REQUIRED. BREATH IS BEHAVIORAL MODELING. TRUST GAINED THROUGH UNCHANGED PRESENCE. A boy, maybe six, exhaled through his nose. It was a shaky breath. But when no one corrected him, no one adjusted the pace, no one reached to soothe he took the next one deeper. And this time?

The posture felt obscene—offered, displayed—but I held it rigidly, muscles trembling. His heat pressed against my back, inches away. “Breathe.” I hadn’t realized I’d stopped. Air rushed in, shaky. “Slower. Deeper. Count it—four in, hold four, four out.” I forced the rhythm, chest expanding until fabric pulled taut, nipples aching. He completed the circle, stopping so close the toes of his boots nearly touched my bare feet. His scent drowned me.