Obanai Breathing Style Novels & Stories

“Control your breathing. Don’t let it pull you back there. Just stay with your mind.” Aidan clenched his jaw as he forced himself to follow the rhythm he had drilled into his body over the years. Inhale, exhale, then count. The technique he had learned through countless hours of Aikido training became his anchor, pulling him back from the edge of that suffocating darkness. “One… two… three…” he counted silently, each breath gradually loosening the tight grip around his chest until the world stopped spinning. It took a few moments, but eventually, his breathing steadied, and the tension in his shoulders eased, though the shadow of what he had just experienced lingered in his eyes.

“Slow your breathing down. Take long breaths in and then as long to let them out. You do can that.” Nathan looked at her and saw a slight change. She spoke softly and with ease, but more than that, as she did and he listened, he was changing his breathing to what she wanted. Her hand was moving up and then down the shaft of his cock, making him twitch without thought. He wanted to breathe more normally, but when he didn’t, she would stop her hand where it was. He would slow his breathing again, and her fingers ran up and down and then circled the head of the shaft. Slow and steady, he was now breathing deeply, and he had his head back on the pillow and tried to focus on the feeling her tiny

He only tilted his head at the waist, where the deck opened its spine for training, and I followed. “Stance,” he said. The word had edges. “You plant like you’re telling the plank a story. You cut like you want to be right. Be practical instead.” He added, quieter, “Breathe around the binding. If it bites, you yield, and then you take the breath back after.”

My mother gave me a hint, causing me to sigh, and since there was no harm in trying, I closed my eyes and took a couple of deep breaths. Inhaling the soothing freshness of the field of roses and the fair breeze from the air, I finally know what to do and open my eyes. Feeling nature's energy around me, I centered myself, put my feet together, and relaxed my hands to my side. With a clear mind and relaxed breathing, I began to move my body in a rising and sinking posture where my arms moved along the flow with the back of the hand raised and open palm when sinking. Feeling everything firm and the energies' circulation flowing smoothly within my body, I let my arms create a big circle before l

“I thought I might speak with you about something.” Aabroo released her arrow, the bowstring singing before she exhaled and turned her full attention to the queen. Inayat gave a subtle nod. Aabroo understood and called out to her student, “Aniruddha, practice the one-eyed technique.” “Yes, ma’am!” the boy replied cheerfully, taking position and covering one eye. Aabroo then seated herself beside Inayat. “What is it you wish to speak of, Your Highness?”

Veronica's POV: Theo rubbed his temples lightly. “I feel like I’m getting a migraine,” he murmured. “I should probably go do my pranayama.” “Prana… what?” I blinked, tilting my head in curiosity. He smiled faintly. “Pranayama. It’s a form of yoga—breathing exercises. I’ve been doing it for years.” He hesitated, his tone softening. “Actually… I’ve been deeply involved in it for a long time. Since I was a teenager, really.”

“Let us begin.” He started with advanced breathing techniques. Rebecca lay on the mat and followed his instructions. She breathed deeply while squeezing her inner muscles in rhythm. The feeling was stronger than before. Heat quickly built between her legs. Every breath made her more aware of her body. “Add movement,” Liam said. “Roll your hips while you breathe. Imagine riding with full control.” Rebecca moved her hips in smooth circles. She increased the speed gradually. Her body responded fast. She felt herself getting wet. The fabric of her panties stuck to her skin. Small moans escaped her lips as she pressed harder against the mat. Her clit throbbed with every roll.

Ren’s POV Kai sat on the edge of the bed and pulled me down to sit between his knees. He had now wrapped the towel loosely around my waist. His hands were warm when they rested on my shoulders. “Shibari,” he said quietly, “is Japanese rope bondage. It’s not just about restraint. It’s about attention. About being held in place so thoroughly that your mind finally stops spinning. The pressure of the rope, the way it frames your body, the fact that you can’t do anything except feel and breathe — it can settle someone who’s overwhelmed. That’s what you need right now. Not more pain. Not more fucking. Just being held.”

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.

"Focus on breathing." His instruction was firm and left little room for discussion. "Deep, even breaths." He didn't move my knee while he spoke, waiting for me to align myself with what he'd told me to do. "When I bend your knee, I want you to take a deep breath in, and then as I straighten your leg, release the breath, trying to make the exhale last through the entire movement. Time your intake and exhale with each repetition, focusing on filling your lungs. It will bring oxygen to the muscles and help with the pain."