Listening quietly to Leo's words, Taehee finally spoke, her voice calm but sharp.
Taehee: "I heard you're quite skilled in mathematics?"
Leo let out a soft chuckle.
Leo: "A trivial question. In the battlefield of entrance exams — what you call Suneung — I have conquered math with a perfect score."
Taehee smiled faintly, almost mockingly.
Taehee: "Hmph. Don't be so arrogant. True mastery of mathematics lies not in the answer... but in the process. Merely arriving at the solution quickly does not make one a true master."
Leo raised an eyebrow.
Leo: "But in exams, where time is limited... isn't that process merely a luxury?"
Taehee: "Ha! That is the poison of false training. Entrance exams are but illusions crafted by the demonic sect of this world. In true martial arts, every step holds wisdom, and every movement carries enlightenment.
Tonight, I shall show you the beauty of the path — the martial art of 'solving the process.'"
That night, Taehee did not draw formulas on paper — she drew life itself.
And Leo, for the first time, picked up a pen not as a weapon of calculation, but as a tool to explore the world beyond the exam halls.
This was his first love. And his first true lesson outside the world of numbers.
Taehee: "Your first problem.
Unbutton my robe."
Leo blinked.
Leo: "Unbutton... your robe?"
He looked at her closely. Her name — Taehee. Early twenties, at most. But her aura was ethereal.
Her delicate face, as if painted by a celestial artist, her large, glistening eyes — perhaps hiding some artificial sorcery like enchanted contact lenses.
Her brows were elegant, her lashes long like morning dew on willow leaves, her nose sharp as a mountain ridge, and her lips soft like spring blossoms.
Her skin glowed with a purity untouched by the world — like a fairy who had never walked the mortal realm.
Taehee: "What are you waiting for? Solve the problem I gave you."
Leo hesitated, then slowly reached for the button of her robe. His fingers trembled.
Taehee: "Haha... Can't even undo a button? And you claim to conquer math problems so easily?"
Leo: "Why are a lady's clothes so complicated? The button won't come undone. Can't you just... do it yourself?"
Taehee shook her head with a grin.
Taehee: "A true martial artist must solve the problem with their own hands. Neither asking for help nor peeking at the answer is allowed. Focus your mind. Calm your heart. And approach the problem step by step."
Leo centered his focus on the button.
And finally — the first button came loose. A glimpse of her white inner garment appeared.
Taehee: "Well done. Now, repeat the same method for the next one."
Leo moved downward and undid the second button. A faint valley of her chest came into view.
Taehee: "See? The first is always the hardest. From the second onwards, things become easier. That's why they say, 'Well begun is half done.'"
Leo loosened the third button — her chest now half exposed.
Leo: "So if I undo just two more... the robe will come off completely?"
Taehee laughed quietly.
Taehee: "So naive. Try thinking more creatively."
Leo: "Creatively...?"
Taehee sighed.
Taehee: "Your education was too rigid, I see."
Then, she leaned in — her breath brushing against Leo's ear.
She whispered.
Taehee: "Just grab both sides... and tear it apart. The button is merely holding the cloth together. But with enough force applied from both ends, no button can withstand it. F = ma. Force equals mass times acceleration, remember? The faster you pull, the greater the force."
Her whisper sent a shiver down Leo's spine. And then... her tongue lightly traced the edge of his ear.
Leo clenched both sides of Taehee's robe — and tore it apart.
Buttons scattered like petals.
Her white, voluptuous chest was fully revealed — like a sculpture of Venus herself.
Leo: "How... how can such a slender figure possess such... fullness? It defies the laws of biology."
Taehee smiled.
Taehee: "Naturally? Impossible. This masterpiece was crafted by a divine surgeon."
Leo: "A divine... surgeon?"
Taehee: "Tonight's next lesson — the Golden Ratio. A mathematical concept of beauty itself."
Taehee explained how, from ancient Greece to modern aesthetics, the Golden Ratio — roughly 1:1.618 — had defined harmony and beauty.
Leo stared at her face.
Leo: "Your features... seem perfectly aligned with this Golden Ratio."
Taehee smiled mysteriously.
Taehee: "And it doesn't stop at the face. Even the curves of the body — especially for women — the waist-to-hip ratio follows the same principle.
A waist of 24 inches to hips of 36 inches. That, too, approaches perfection."
Leo looked at Taehee's waist... and hips.
Taehee: "Now — measure it yourself."
Leo blinked.
Leo: "But I don't have a measuring tape."
Taehee laughed softly.
Taehee: "No imagination at all? Use your hands. Compare the spans of your palms. Estimate. Isn't that what real martial artists do?"
Leo stretched his hand, measuring her slender waist — impossibly narrow beneath her generous bust.
Taehee: "Now for the hips...
But to measure precisely, I'll have to remove these clothes."
She let her lower garment slip to the floor — revealing the perfect curves of her hips and legs. Only the faintest lace veil concealed the final valley.
Leo's heart pounded. His hand trembled, reaching out...
Then — suddenly.
Taehee's voice snapped like a whip.
Taehee: "Stop!!"
[The Art of Process]
Leo froze.
Leo: "Stop...? But didn't you just tell me to measure your waist and hips to see if they match the golden ratio?"
Taehee's eyes gleamed with a teasing sharpness.
Taehee: "To measure accurately, all obstacles must be removed. In mathematics, precision is everything!"
Without hesitation, Taehee shed even the last veil covering her most sacred place. Now, she stood before him — mathematically perfect, physically unguarded.
Leo's heart thundered as he reached out trembling hands to measure the divine ratio of her body.
Taehee: "Well? What is the result?"
Leo: "Hmm... your waist spans about two and a half hand widths... your hips about four... That's roughly 1 to 1.6."
Taehee: "Excellent. But let me teach you something even more fascinating."
She leaned in with a playful glint in her eyes.
Taehee: "Did you know... that a man's body can also reflect this golden ratio? In fact, it's said that an ideal length is about 10 cm when flaccid, and around 16 cm when erect — again, 1 to 1.6."
Leo blinked.
Leo: "Are you suggesting... that I should measure myself?"
Taehee smiled mischievously.
Taehee: "You claim to be a master of mathematics... but why so slow to grasp it? To measure properly, you must present the object for examination."
Almost as if guided by instinct, Leo's member was already fully erect, awaiting measurement.
Leo: "But... this ratio compares flaccid and erect lengths, right? Mine's already... fully awakened."
Taehee chuckled.
Taehee: "Then we measure its current state first. Later, once it calms down, we compare."
She casually measured Leo with her soft, delicate hands — triggering a new storm within his mind and body.
Taehee: "Now... release it. Relax."
Leo: "I... I can't. It's impossible right now."
Taehee's smile deepened.
Taehee: "Normally, a man should resolve this himself. But tonight... I shall grant special assistance."
What happened next was beyond Leo's comprehension.
Every nerve, every cell in his body was overwhelmed by new data — signals rushing from his skin to his brain at unprecedented speed.
First contact — her hand.
Then — her lips.
Then — her tongue.
Too much new information, too quickly. His mind began to lose control.
His brain, desperate for escape, began preparing for release — the ancient instinct of orgasm. But then — her voice cut through the chaos.
Taehee: "Hold it. Resist."
The command was absolute.
His brain relayed the new order to his body. The legion of sperm, poised at the gates of release, now stood confused, restless.
Leo groaned in agony.
Leo: "I can't... it's painful..."
Taehee's voice softened.
Taehee: "Endure it. Beyond this small suffering... lies a greater reward. This, too, is a lesson for life. Do not chase fleeting pleasure. Do not surrender to momentary pain. Those who endure... shall taste true joy."
Leo clenched his teeth, focusing every ounce of his willpower.
Taehee: "Good. Then as your reward... I shall grant you entry."
Leo's mind blanked.
New information surged — his very being connected with hers.
Taehee: "Now, one final question. Among all the sensitive spots of a woman's body... where do thousands of nerve endings gather, delivering the strongest pleasure when touched?"
Leo struggled to think.
Leo: "Ah... I've learned this... but can't recall..."
Taehee whispered a hint.
Taehee: "Five letters. The place you're touching now."
Leo's eyes widened.
Leo: "Clitoris?"
Taehee smiled brightly.
Taehee: "Correct. And for that... another reward."
His senses collapsed into pure sensation. Her walls tightened around him — the ancient dance of body and soul reaching its climax.
Leo gasped.
Leo: "I... I can't hold it any longer..."
Taehee: "Then... tell your soldiers they may march forth."
At that moment, Leo's body erupted like a dam breaking, his essence pouring into her as if all the stars in his universe were converging in that one point.
It wasn't mere pleasure.
It was enlightenment. It was unity. It was Tao.
Long after, Leo lay exhausted, breathless.
Taehee gently measured him again — now soft, now quiet.
Taehee: "Hmm... not quite golden ratio material. Still much training awaits you."
Leo gasped in awe.
Leo: "Master... please accept me as your disciple."
Taehee smiled quietly, adjusting her robe with graceful hands. Her gaze was deep — serene, yet infinitely powerful.
Taehee: "Now you understand... why process matters more than results."
She looked out at the moonlight pouring through the window, then turned back to Leo.
Taehee: "Reaching orgasm may be the result. But the path leading there — the flow of energy, the meeting of breath, the harmony of mind and body — that is where true joy and wisdom lie."
Her words fell gently — like an autumn leaf descending from an ancient tree — yet echoed like thunder in Leo's heart.
Taehee: "Remember this well, Leo.
Training — whether in mathematics or in life — is not a race towards the result.
It is the art of savoring each and every step along the way.
The path is the destination."
[Author's Note]
People often think of mathematics as a game of answers.The faster you solve the problem, the smarter you seem.The process? Just a necessary evil for exams.
But true masters know... Math is, above all, the art of process.
This chapter was simply my attempt to explore that idea in... let's say, a rather unconventional way.
Love, life, study — aren't they all the same?If you rush straight to the answer, you'll miss all the beauty, all the wisdom, all the fun along the way.
So sometimes, it's okay to go slow.To take detours. To fumble. To savor every step.
That is what makes someone a true master of life.
...Of course, having a teacher like Master Taehee probably helps a lot, too.
See you in the next lesson.