Kokushibo Breathing Style Novels & Stories

He cut in, surprisingly gently. I pushed myself off the door completely, my legs barely holding me, my whole body shaking so hard I had to brace a hand against the wall to stay upright. “You will show me?” I repeated it slowly, trying to make it make sense in my head. “Because that is just something you happen to know how to do.” He didn’t answer that directly, just held my gaze and said, “Two fingers on the side of the neck, specific points, combined with controlled breath-holding. It slows the heart first. Then stops it. Done correctly, it takes under a m-minute.”

“You can’t call me that.” “I just did.” He leaned over me. “Hands on your ribs.” I lifted my hands awkwardly to my sides. “No,” he murmured, and his fingers brushed mine, positioning them lower. “Here. Feel what moves.” I tried to breathe, but it came out shallow. He noticed. “Exhale slowly through your mouth.” I obeyed, lips parting. The sound left me soft, shaky. “Again. In through the nose. Fill the ribs. Feel them expand into your palms. Slower.” He paused. “Good. And exhale.”

"And I need you to breathe with me. Can you do that?" I tried to shake my head, but his hands held me still—not forcefully, but firmly enough that I couldn't look away from his eyes. "Yes, you can," Nicholas insisted. "Watch me. Focus on nothing but my breathing. Breathe in—" He took a slow, deep breath, his chest expanding. "Hold—" He paused for a beat. "And out." He exhaled slowly and deliberately. I tried desperately to follow his rhythm, my lungs fighting against me. In, hold, out. In, hold, out.

it stays with me. I mark it green. And I tick black for “not done before.” Bondage comes next, broken down again. Wrists, ankles, full-body, breast binding, mouth. The specificity surprises me, but I go through them one by one, listening to the quiet voice inside me that knows the difference between curiosity and discomfort. Then comes Breath Control. The description reads: Only practiced safely, with awareness of pressure points and no obstruction that could cause damage. It’s written carefully, not with the usual bravado some men use when listing what they like, but with caution. Responsibility.

Corien exhaled and sat down on the remnants of the table, crossing his legs in the Burmese position – a less rigid form of the lotus position – his legs bent at the knee, folded in front of his body, feet on the ground. His back was straight, his shoulders relaxed. He placed his hands in front of his lower abdomen, fingers touching lightly, and gently closed his eyes. He inhaled and held his breath for what felt like an impossible length of time. Gravan knelt in Seiza form – resting his glutes on his calves. His shoulders and back were relaxed and upright. He placed himself to Corien’s right, about three feet away from the former Alpha. He placed his hands in the same way as Corien’s and clo

Blake pointed at his lips which she stared at next, noticing the stubble that grew around them. “Good, Luna, can you hear me at all now?” Cassia nodded, finally sucking in some air. “Let it out slowly, Luna. Don’t go too fast now. That’s it. Feel Cole’s arms around you now, and take in another deep breath.” Cassia did as she was told, noticing how warm and firm yet gentle Cole’s grip on her was. “Good, now let it out.” For the next few minutes, Dr. Blake had her notice things around the room whilst breathing in a rhythmic pattern. Deep breath, hold, release, hold - and repeat.

“Why don’t we go through some focus exercises? It might help channel your energy, keep your mind sharp.” I consider this, then nod slowly. “Okay, let’s do that. Maybe it will help.” We move to a quieter corner of the room, and Kris guides me through breathing techniques designed to center and calm the mind. “Breathe in for four counts, hold for four, breathe out for four, and hold for four. Focus only on the breathing,” she instructs softly. I follow her lead, closing my eyes and concentrating on the rhythm of my breath. Inhale. Hold. Exhale. Hold. Gradually, the tightness in my chest loosens a bit, the edge of panic dulling into something more manageable.

She asked softly. “Not really in the state of mind to be remembering that Koa. All I can think about is the FUCKIN VAMPIRES!” I shouted that last part and slammed my fist into the floor, causing the floor to actually crack. I probably would’ve been more impressed with myself if I wasn’t freaking the fuck out right now. “First we need to get your breathing under control. Slow deep breath in the nose for 5 seconds and slowly out the mouth for 5 seconds.” Koa said softly.

I questioned instantly, thinking I did something to trigger a panic attack. She was quiet for a moment. Her eyes weren’t focused on me as she took quick breaths. I don’t know if that’s the type of breathing she’s supposed to be doing, but I think it’s not. “Cass? It’s okay. It’s just me. It’s just dumbass Collin. Breath in with your nose, slowly let it out through your mouth. Like this.” I instructed, demonstrating the breathing technique I’ve seen one of the kids at the Boys & Girls Club do when they start to have an asthma attack.

“Push your weight into your stomach by taking as much air as you can.” I did as he instructed. “Good,” I felt his hands squeeze the side of my waist and the next thing I heard was bones cracking. “Ow,” I yell. What the actual fuck? “That is why I said you should take in as much as air as you could. It’s an ancient Chinese technique used to correct posture.” I was in mild pain, but it wasn’t anything I couldn’t handle. He looked pleased with my new stance. “Show me your warrior pose.”