Don't Mind Me Sensei Give Yourself A Hand นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I was a limp mess in bed, and as he touched me, my breathing grew more labored. “I learned how to massage to help relieve stress online. It feels good, doesn’t it?” Was it just a normal massage? I felt as if someone had dumped a bucket of cold water over my head. How stupid could I be? I sighed and buried my face further into the pillow. Dad chuckled. “What’s wrong? Does it feel so good you can’t even talk?” His raspy, deep voice drifted into my ears. His teasing words made my whole body go numb.

And then, finally— He spoke. Low. Deep. Absolute. “As my submissive, the first thing you learn…is to lower your gaze, copper hair.”

he said, his grip firm but steady. “Focus here. Feel it.” His fingers pressed lightly against my palms, guiding them into position. “You’re not supposed to control the wind; you’re supposed to become it. Let it move through you.” I hesitated. My pulse was erratic, loud. His hands were warm... too warm. “Professor, I—” “Don’t think,” he interrupted. “Just feel.”

They didn’t look very fancy, just sticks with hilts. “Here.” She handed me one. “Let’s see what you’ve got.” Without waiting for an answer, she came at me. In a game, you find the special training master and he teaches you a special move. Seismic Slash! Blade Fury! Leaping Hurricane! And then you go out and one-shot all the mobs. My little sensei had something else to teach me — pain. She wasn’t a big girl. Her arms were skinny and nothing about her would indicate she was any stronger than a regular teenage girl, so I didn’t feel too intimidated about getting hit. And the first couple of times, I hardly felt anything.

Though, he's still frowning. "So you're saying that the reason why those three guys can be of good help is because they know how to use a gun and point it and are fine with pointing it towards people and not on a target board?" He still sounded suspicious but I forced a smile before nodding and he nodded, too. I can feel my hands sweating so I rubbed it against my thigh before standing up. "I'll go downstairs to get you some food. It'd be good to eat so that you'll regain your energy." I said but the truth is, I'm just finding a way to let out the pressure that I'm feeling right now.

Ruby said, laughing more loudly. "Sorry Sensei. But, I have no knowledge of martial arts". Jared replied. "I can teach you". She offered. "Okay, let's start". "First thing we have to work on is your posture and stance". "Okay Sensei". "Don't call me that. Spread out your legs". She said as she kicked his right feet heel. "Hold a fist then arc your knee a little bit". Jared did as he was told even though the position felt uncomfortable. "You must maintain this stance when you want to engage in a combat".

Aiys bent her face. "Then what do you want?" asked Juna still casually. "Junaaaaaaa," Aiys shouted. Anxious Juna just ruffled Aiys hair. "Neat!" Aiys said, but he sounded spoiled. Instead of tidying up, Juna messed up even more. "Junaaaaaaa," said Aiys, raising his hand to hit Juna. Juna immediately grabbed and held Aiys hand, "What?" he asked. Aiys was shocked by the reaction of Juna brother who immediately grabbed his hand. Comfortable, that word he felt. Aiys chose to remain silent in her seat, letting her hand be held by Juna. Occasionally Aiys notices Juna, who is still calm in driving.

I will not let Damien win. Although my body is still moving without control, my mind knows that I am being controlled, so I close my eyes. Even though my body is fighting and delivering terrible blows, I am trying to settle my mind and find my Zen. "Back to class, Sensei Muda," I whisper to myself. Even in the worst of situations, I will find balance, I will find control over myself and over everything around me.

His familiar annoying grin returned immediately and he looked up at me. “He He… Ignore it.” I just stared. “Sit please,” he urged me. “I am ready to learn now Sensei,” he added. I did not trust him one bit. But walking out would mean reporting to Mr. Dane and I wasn’t in the mood for any lecture on forgiveness and being the bigger person again. So with a sigh, I yanked my wrist from his grip and sat back down. “Fine. But if you interrupt me again, I swear…” “Yeah… yeah, I get it already. If I do, you’d unleash…”

He instructed. Gulping, I nodded. For the next thirty minutes, I focused my gaze on his hands. Keeping my full attention to dodge or move away when his fisted hands extended in my way. The speed was also not fast like the rest fighters in the class. "Thanks," I smiled. I couldn't survive in this class without his help. He smirked, his cheeks flushed. I couldn't understand this, "It's my pleasure. We'll work on your legs, next day." He sighed, "Step by step. It'd be easy for you," his smile returned on his face.