Obanai Breathing Style Novels & Stories

I gave him a thumbs up! "Good because now we can get down and dirty!" His strong ass begins to lift and lower me. Slowly at first. But I'm having trouble breathing. He instructs me to. "Breathe through your nose, Babe." I do. And, whew! It instantly makes a difference. He didn't stop though. And before I can get used to the position. He speeds up! I hear him moaning. Cool! That means I'm doing good! Right?

I could feel my heat starting to boil out from my abdomen. “Calming breaths, Mia cara. Close your lips and inhale through your nose for a count of four. Hold your breath for a count of seven. Then exhale completely through your mouth, making a whoosh sound for a count of eight.” Alec’s calming and patient voice whispered against my ear. My eyes closed as I tried to maintain control. This would be so much easier if he wasn’t right there. If his scent wasn’t engulfing my senses, making me lightheaded. Everything about him makes concentrating on anything else impossible

Suppressing her inner excitement, Bianca resumed her professional attitude, "You haven't practiced aerial yoga, have you? Have you practiced regular yoga?" "A big man like me, unless there's something wrong with me, who does yoga—oh, I'm not sick, as I said earlier, my heart is hurt, so I want to comfort myself through yoga." "Yoga is best at bringing inner peace. Let's not rush into the swing. Let me first teach you the basic breathing method of yoga—abdominal breathing," Bianca said, playing yoga music on her phone and starting the timer. The two sat facing each other on the yoga mat, and Bianca covered her abdomen with both hands, "Abdominal breathing involves using the abdominal muscles

Atai, the high cotton boxing champion, snorted in a strange voice! No one dared to laugh at him! Yang Xiao dared to say, "It turns out to be an old eunuch. Do you think the Iceberg Snow Lotus can make a fuss out of nothing?" Little Atai hadn’t grown up for nearly a hundred years. He wasn’t stupid and knew that Yang Xiao was mocking him. He immediately roared and pounced on Yang Xiao, “Brat, this old man will show you the feeling of despair!” Gaomian Fist was a combination of offense and defense, and it could fully utilize the joints of the body. It was mainly a combination of four kinds of attacks: punch, leg strike, knee strike, and elbow strike.

Abigail gripped Najay’s shirt and brought Najay’s ear to her lips as her chest tightened more and more. “Pa-panic a-a-attack,” she managed to say through her gasps. Najay’s worried expression lightened in realisation as she leaned Abigail upright against the back of her desk. She crossed her legs beneath her and focused on Abigail, holding her hand tightly in reassurance. “Okay, Abi, just breathe. In... Out....” Najay demonstrated as she urged Abigail to follow her, and slowly, Abigail mimicked the exercises as she tried to focus her breathing.

Shan leaned slightly into her touch, his playful smirk mirrored in the glint of his eyes. Fyfe clapped his hands together. “Good. Now remember, this isn’t about brute strength. It’s about rhythm, balance, and connection. Jaiyana, you feel Shan; Kaplan, you maintain your phase and link with her. Move as one, or you’ll find the field harder than you expect.”

As a true Master, he prioritized her comfort, guiding with expertise born of experience. "We'll start with trust-building," he said, his tone deep and instructive, delving into the essence of the exercise. "Breathing first. Inhale slowly through your nose for a count of four. Hold for four. Exhale through your mouth for four. Follow my lead." He demonstrated, his breaths even and audible, a rhythmic guide. Kyra mirrored him, her chest rising and falling in sync. It was cute, the way her head tilted slightly as she concentrated, her lips parting just a bit with each exhale.

Lana’s POV “Focus your breathing with his,” Maeve instructed. “Slow yours down. Guide his rhythm. With that thread in your possession, you are in full control.” I inhaled deeply, feeling the thread expand with my breath. Then, I exhaled. Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale. Gradually, his breathing began to follow mine; his chest rising and falling in even motions, and his life force felt a little stronger, though not by much.

Lie back, open your legs a little. I hesitated, then did it. The sheet slid down to my waist. Cool air kissed the insides of my thighs. Me: Done. Tony: Good. Put your hand on your stomach. Just rest it there, don’t lower it yet. I obeyed. My palm felt warm against my skin. Tony: Breathe slowly, In and out. Feel your chest rise and fall. I followed the rhythm. The room got quieter. My heartbeat was loud in my ears.

He did not say anything about it. Sophia saw it too. He knew she saw it because her shoulders adjusted — not relaxing, not yet, but the specific micro-shift of someone incorporating new data. Ethan was breathing. He had the sequence Dr. Sable had given him — the inhale count, the hold, the exhale — and he was executing it with the focused discipline of a child who had been doing breathing exercises every morning for three weeks and had understood from the beginning that understanding why something worked made you more likely to do it correctly.