#30. Martial Arts (7)

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#30. Martial Arts (7)

One of the little-known unexpected causes of death among married men is sleep-talking.

“...Iris?”

Cheon Yeo-hwa’s red eyes, filled with intense murderous intent, began to glow ominously in the darkness.

The emotions in Cheon Yeo-hwa’s gaze as she looked at Kang Hyeon-woo were a clinging mix of resentment, jealousy, and displeasure.

“Iris...”

For an ordinary resident of the Central Plains, it would have been perfectly normal not to know whether Iris was a person’s name or a word referring to an object. However, the Heavenly Demon Divine Cult had long been located in a region with frequent trade with the Western Regions, so its members were relatively familiar with Western languages.

Moreover, Cheon Yeo-hwa had operated a merchant guild within the Divine Cult, so there was no way she could have failed to know that Iris was a woman’s name.

“...While lusting after this lady’s body, you were thinking of another woman.”

Inside the dark tent, Cheon Yeo-hwa’s hair began turning pure white. Now that most of the poison energy from the Heavenly Heart Extreme Yang Flower Poison Lotus had disappeared and even what remained had fallen silent, an aspect of the former Moon Spirit Witch, who had once reached the pinnacle of power, revealed itself.

“Truly unpleasant.”

When the Moon Spirit Demonic Art, which was based on dense yin energy, was cultivated to its highest level, the body reacted to the tremendous yin energy and internal power, undergoing a transformation.

The snow-white hair that looked as though it had been bathed in cold moonlight was its most distinctive feature.

Normally, the denser one’s yin energy, the fainter one’s emotions became, but the Moon Spirit Demonic Art was different.

Because it was a demonic art, the more intensely one was swept up in negative emotions, the more violently the Moon Spirit demonic qi rampaged.

“...Huh?”

Of course, she had not recovered all the power she had possessed in her prime, but she was still more than strong enough to threaten Kang Hyeon-woo’s dormant survival instinct.

“Are you awake?”

Cheon Yeo-hwa smiled sweetly as she looked down at the still-groggy Kang Hyeon-woo.

But her eyes were as cold as ever. Though only the corners of her lips were raised, her fierce red eyes continued glaring at him, making Kang Hyeon-woo shudder.

“...Cheon Yeo-hwa?”

“You recognize me well.”

Kang Hyeon-woo quickly realized that the mysterious white-haired beauty pinning him down and holding him in her arms was Cheon Yeo-hwa.

After all, people with breasts that enormous were hardly common in this world.

Apart from being unable to tear his eyes away from the huge breasts occupying more than half his field of vision, Kang Hyeon-woo could not help being flustered by Cheon Yeo-hwa’s appearance, which had changed completely in every respect.

He could not be certain, but compared to how powerful Cheon Yeo-hwa had been before he went to sleep, she now seemed at least twice as strong.

What on earth had happened in that short time?

“It seems you slept well.”

“Uh, um... Did you dye your hair or something...?”

Cheon Yeo-hwa gave off an atmosphere completely different from her usual bumbling self, and Kang Hyeon-woo once again felt as though his survival instinct were being threatened.

“Hehe, do you like it?”

Of course it did. Even before this, Cheon Yeo-hwa’s black hair and red eyes had suited her snow-white skin perfectly.

Now that she had become the ultimate embodiment of exotic beauty with white hair, there was no way it could fail to suit her, nor was there any way she could fail to look beautiful.

Still, he could not simply be happy about it.

Her gaze had been cold and hard from the beginning, murderous enough to raise goosebumps.

Besides, he had no idea why she was sitting astride him.

No, had I really done something wrong?

“You seem to have a lot on your mind.”

Wasn’t it natural to have a lot on one’s mind after waking up to find a white-haired woman sitting astride one’s stomach?

“...How are you feeling?”

He had plenty of questions, and it was true that her strangely murderous gaze intimidated him. But more than that, the image of Cheon Yeo-hwa clutching her chest in agony had returned to his mind with unforgettable clarity.

“Would you like to check?”

In an instant, Cheon Yeo-hwa’s voice became gentler. She carefully took my hand in both of hers and guided it toward her lower abdomen.

And not over her clothes, but underneath them.

I was startled by the smooth sensation that suddenly met my fingers, but then moonlight streamed in through the slightly open entrance of the tent.

In the faint light, I could see Cheon Yeo-hwa with a deep blush spread across her face.

“There were many things I wanted to say once you woke.”

Why she had saved me from the bandits even after treating me like a lecher and trying to kill me, and why she had given this wretched woman a delicious meal and a warm place to sleep despite doing nothing but suspecting her kindness.

Moreover, the antidote to the Heavenly Heart Extreme Yang Flower Poison Lotus, known as the deadliest poison in the world, must have been a treasure beyond price. Why had she used something like that on me, too?

‘I have nothing to give you...’

Under the laws of the Heavenly Demon Divine Cult, its members never bestowed anything on others without receiving something in return. The sole exception was the Cult Leader.

Absolute calculation of gains and losses, and the worship of strength above all else—the law of the strong.

For Cheon Yeo-hwa, who had lived her entire life within those principles, Kang Hyeon-woo’s unexplained kindness, which sought no compensation, was utterly incomprehensible.

Even if he had approached her knowing who she was, she could say with certainty that, having lost all her forces and living in hiding in the Central Plains, she was worth nothing approaching the value of the antidote.

Furthermore, she had sworn that she would never suspect him, no matter what happened.

By now, his identity was as good as useless to her.

“But I no longer care. I have things I want to do now, not just things I want to say.”

Cheon Yeo-hwa, who had been looking at Kang Hyeon-woo by the light of the moon, quietly lowered her head.

When their two shadows completely overlapped, a soft, wet sound of their lips meeting could be heard.

When Cheon Yeo-hwa looked up again, her face was red enough to burst, yet she wore an oddly satisfied expression.

“By the way, Hyeon-woo, you have a rather bad habit in your sleep. I never imagined you would lust after this lady’s buttocks so ravenously.”

“...I did?”

This was news to me. To begin with, I was a gentleman who had never even snored while sleeping.

But what did I do?

I touched her butt?

I didn’t even remember doing that??

“Are you really going to pretend it never happened? Both the first kiss you stole from this lady while she was unconscious and the time you fondled this lady’s buttocks with those rough hands?”

“...The former was for lifesaving purposes, and for the latter, I was in a mentally and physically weakened state, so could you let it slide?”

This was fucking unfair.

If I had touched her while fully conscious, I wouldn’t have felt nearly this wronged.

“Hmm, judging by your expression, you seem to feel wronged. You don’t remember fondling this lady’s body.”

She had hit the nail on the head.

I already felt as though my first night with Iris had been cut short, and then I had risked my life rolling around with monsters in the dungeon as well.

I thought I understood what hunters meant when they said their libido went crazy and they suffered after coming out of a Gate.

The fear that a sword might pierce my neck at any moment, the thought that any step might lead me into a fatal trap, and even the pain of an arrow lodged in my body, hot enough to set me ablaze, had all made death feel imminent.

Every moment I had spent in the dungeon had stimulated my sexual urges.

I wanted to visit a brothel and drain myself before matching with someone new.

But I thought putting my dick in those whores would be an insult to Iris, so I couldn’t bring myself to do it.

Putting the dick that had been inside a whore’s pussy into Iris’s premium pussy—how was that any different from wiping a designer bag with a rag used to clean the floor?

That was when I met Cheon Yeo-hwa, with my libido at its limit and driving me insane.

Not only was her face beautiful enough to rival Iris’s, but even beneath a fairly thick robe, her strongly defined figure was impossible to miss, with everything that should curve inward curving inward and everything that should project outward standing out clearly. No one would ever know how hard I had tried not to look.

If I kept stealing glances at a martial artist’s breasts or buttocks and Cheon Yeo-hwa suddenly chased me with a sword, I would have been completely finished.

I had endured it for more than a day. But the kiss I had given her to save her life before falling asleep had already turned my libido into a bomb with its fuse lit.

The only way to endure it was to cut the fuse.

But I couldn’t do something so cruel to my other self, which had only just seen the light after twenty-one years.

I had forced myself to sleep, trying somehow to hold out.

As for sleeping while hugging Cheon Yeo-hwa, I had only done that to indulge my ulterior motives somehow.

“Hehe, you don’t need to feel so wronged.”

Cheon Yeo-hwa suddenly began undoing the robe wrapped tightly around her, putting on a positively insane show.

As a result, the delicate line connecting her snow-white neck and shoulders, along with her full breasts, was revealed.

“If it feels unfair that you don’t remember because you were asleep, why not touch me again now?”

“...What?”

What was this woman saying?

“Hehe, you look rather cute when you’re that surprised.”

No matter how I looked at it, that was not something to say to a grown man over 190 centimeters tall.

Leaving aside how awkward I felt, Cheon Yeo-hwa seemed quite amused.

“So, are you not going to touch me?”

I could not resist her as she seduced me in a sensual voice that made it seem as though the term “catlike beauty” had been invented for Cheon Yeo-hwa.

“Do you think I’d pull out now?”

“I knew you would.”

The corners of Cheon Yeo-hwa’s eyes curved seductively.

My lower half, which had been aching for a while, had already grown so large that even a clash with sword qi would not have been enough to break it.

I wanted to plunge it into Cheon Yeo-hwa’s most secret place and fill her with my cum right away, but before that, I wanted to touch those alluring, luscious breasts.

My right hand, reaching forward with that grand goal in mind, was caught by Cheon Yeo-hwa’s small hand.

“By the way, Hyeon-woo.”

The atmosphere around Cheon Yeo-hwa changed completely, as though the seductive curve of her eyes and the soft tone of her voice from moments ago had all been an illusion.

“You said something strange while you were asleep. And you said it while you were fondling this lady’s body.”

“...”

I couldn’t say anything.

Even someone as oblivious as me could sense that the atmosphere had become serious.

“Iris.”

“?!”

Cheon Yeo-hwa’s next words far surpassed anything I had expected.

Why was Iris’s name coming up now...?

“It was truly the first humiliation of its kind I had ever experienced. I never imagined that, while lusting after this lady’s body, you would think of another woman.”

Cheon Yeo-hwa’s voice grew louder and louder.

As her dark, negative emotions intensified, the Moon Spirit demonic qi began rampaging more violently as well.

The tent was already filled with dense yin energy, enough to make our breath visible.

“Prepare yourself. I will not let you sleep tonight.”

Contrary to her calm words, Cheon Yeo-hwa’s face was saturated with a cloying jealousy more intense than ever before.