Chapter 10
When Baekri Sohyeon took off her clothes, Dokgo Ryeong could only stare blankly at her naked body.
Unlike the vacant-looking woman she’d first met, there was something different about her—a seductive allure.
Despite her enormous breasts, their shape remained firm and unyielding, while the rest of her body retained the slender lines unique to women. Seeing it, Dokgo Ryeong once again felt the mystery of the female body.
“...We can bathe together, right?”
As Baekri Sohyeon spoke, a milky-white liquid stretched in a thread between her thighs.
Dokgo Ryeong knew exactly what kind of liquid it was.
“You want to bathe together?”
“...Yeah.”
Baekri Sohyeon scooped up water with a dipper, poured it over herself, then climbed into the tub.
The tub was cramped, so Baekri Sohyeon and Dokgo Ryeong’s legs pressed against each other. Through the gap between her naturally parted thighs, Dokgo Ryeong could see Baekri Sohyeon’s vulva.
A whitish liquid clung faintly to the cleft.
As Dokgo Ryeong stared at the spot, unable to tear her eyes away, Baekri Sohyeon’s hand suddenly appeared and covered her womanhood.
“...”
“...Don’t stare so much.”
“W-What?! What? What was I looking at?”
“...My private parts.”
“H-How could I have been looking at your nether region?!”
“...Your gaze was fixed right there.”
“...”
Dokgo Ryeong was at a loss for words.
Since it was a woman’s genitals, something Dokgo Ryeong had never once seen back when in a man’s body, it stirred her curiosity all the more.
“...Miss Dokgo.”
“Hm?”
“...You’re pretty.”
“W-What are you saying?!”
“...You saw mine too, Miss Dokgo, so I saw yours.”
“!!”
When Dokgo Ryeong panicked and tried to close her legs, Baekri Sohyeon slipped her own leg between them and stopped her from bringing them together.
“...Brother Wi would like it. Pretty, pale pink...”
“S-Shut up! You lewd woman!”
“...Brother Wi said he likes women like that.”
“Fuck, why are you telling me that?!”
Just as Dokgo Ryeong was about to climb out of the tub, Baekri Sohyeon grabbed her hand, pulled her into her arms, and hugged her.
The back of Dokgo Ryeong’s head sank between her enormous breasts.
“Hehe... Miss Dokgo, your body’s so pretty.”
“L-Let go!”
Despite Dokgo Ryeong’s resistance, Baekri Sohyeon’s slender fingers slowly traced down her body.
The fingers passed her neck, brushed over her collarbone, and moved down to her chest. The moment they touched the nipple at the center of Dokgo Ryeong’s swollen breasts—
“Hngh...!”
Dokgo Ryeong’s back arched involuntarily, and she let out a delicate feminine moan.
“Hup...!”
Startled, she clapped a hand over her mouth, but her moan had already echoed through the bath.
“Hehe... Miss Dokgo even sounds cute when she cries.”
“I-I told you to stop!”
“Ah... So this is why Brother Wi teases me so often...”
“Y-You crazy bitch!”
Dokgo Ryeong’s face flushed red.
It felt as though her body was burning from within—not simply from the heat of the bath, but from an indescribable shame.
And another strange sensation she’d been feeling for a while was an unbearable ticklishness between her legs.
“I-I’m going to get out now, so take your time, airhead...”
“Unnie.”
“...What?”
“Call me Sister Sohyeon. I’ll call you Ryeong-unnie, too.”
“...”
“...Then I’ll let go. Ryeong-unnie.”
“S-Sohyeon...”
Just as Dokgo Ryeong slowly opened her mouth after hearing Baekri Sohyeon’s words—
“...Huh?”
Dokgo Ryeong collapsed as if her body had given out.
“...”
In the end, she couldn’t bear the shame and the heat of the bath, and fainted from dizziness.
*
A pleasant breeze kept blowing steadily across her forehead, and Dokgo Ryeong opened her eyes.
“...”
“...Oh. You’re awake, Ryeong-unnie?”
“Fuck... Did I pass out?”
“...Yeah. Brother Wi said you got dizzy...”
“Haa... This fucking body.”
Dizziness, of all things.
She missed her old body, which could fight for three days and nights without sleeping or eating and not even break a sweat.
“...I’m sorry, Ryeong-unnie.”
“What?”
“...I think I gave you too strong a stimulus...”
“Aah! D-Don’t fucking talk about it.”
When Dokgo Ryeong recalled what had happened in the bath, her face flushed red again.
Seeing her face turn as red as her hair, Baekri Sohyeon fanned her even more vigorously.
“...Sorry. I’ll tease you less from now on.”
“You bitch! Don’t tease me at all!”
“...Does it feel cool?”
“Don’t change the subject!”
Just as Dokgo Ryeong’s anger was starting to boil over again, the room door opened.
“Oh, Miss Dokgo. You’re awake. You faint quite often, don’t you?”
“...You son of a bitch. Are you mocking me?”
“...I’m worried about you. Don’t twist people’s kindness into something ugly.”
“Fuck...”
“Anyway, I’m glad you’re up. Let’s get moving soon.”
“...Already?”
“Thunderclap Temple is a long way off. I’ve prepared a carriage for you since you’re not feeling well, Miss Dokgo. Let’s talk while we travel.”
Then Wi Ilcheong handed Dokgo Ryeong something.
“...What’s this?”
“A medicinal decoction. You seemed to be low on qi, so I brought you one.”
“Ha, fuck. I can’t believe I’m in a position where I have to drink this crap...”
She said that, but she was in no position to turn down anything right now.
When Dokgo Ryeong downed the decoction without a second thought, Wi Ilcheong’s eyes lit up.
‘...She’s less picky about what she takes than I expected.’
Deciding that next time he’d gradually mix in an aphrodisiac to help treat Dokgo Ryeong, Wi Ilcheong held out his hand to her.
“Let’s go. I’ll support you.”
Tap.
“Fuck off. I’m not that much of a cripple.”
“...Could you take a kindness as a kindness...”
“Shut up already.”
“Haa...”
Dokgo Ryeong stubbornly got to her feet on her own.
“...Huh?”
“Is something wrong?”
She glanced over her clothes.
She was wearing a green women’s outfit.
‘No wonder my lower half felt so exposed...’
Dokgo Ryeong glared at Wi Ilcheong.
“...Did you dress me?”
“I’m better at taking clothes off.”
“You son of a bitch. Did the airhead do it?”
“...Sister Sohyeon.”
“GRAAAAAH!!!!!”
Dokgo Ryeong clutched her head and went into hysterics.
“You fucking...! Both bastards around me are crazy!!! Aaaagh!!!!”
Dokgo Ryeong screamed at the top of her lungs, her anger boiling over, but Wi Ilcheong and Baekri Sohyeon looked even more bewildered.
‘...Miss Dokgo seems like the craziest one here...’
But neither of them said anything.
They had no idea what kind of fit she might throw next.
After climbing into the carriage, Baekri Sohyeon lay down and slept the whole way, apparently tired.
After letting Baekri Sohyeon use his lap as a pillow and stroking her hair, Wi Ilcheong drew Dokgo Ryeong’s attention.
“...Hey, Lust Demon.”
“Yes, Miss Dokgo.”
“You said you’re from the Wi Clan, right?”
“...Yes, that’s right. I have to ask—please don’t insult my parents...”
“Damn it. Even when I curse, I don’t usually insult someone’s parents, you idiot.”
“...Go ahead.”
Dokgo Ryeong looked around the inside of the carriage and spoke.
“...Were you from some rich family? I don’t think I’ve heard that the Wi Clan was that well-off.”
“My family is just a small sect.”
“Then where’d you get a carriage like this?”
“The Hao Sect, of course.”
“?”
“?”
When Dokgo Ryeong tilted her head, unable to understand, Wi Ilcheong tilted his head along with her.
“Fuck, don’t just copy me.”
“...I don’t understand.”
“No, fuck. What do you have to do with the Hao Sect... Ah!”
Only then did Dokgo Ryeong remember the rumor about the Hao Sect Leader she’d heard in the past.
“You! Don’t tell me... you’re the...?”
“...Yes, that rumor about a green young martial artist who’d just entered the martial world spending a night with the Hao Sect Leader... That was me.”
“You really fucked that silver fox?!”
“...Miss, perhaps you could lower your voice a little when using such vulgar language...”
“No, fuck. That rumor was true?!”
“Haa...”
Wi Ilcheong gave up on correcting Dokgo Ryeong verbally.
“Wow... Fuck, you’re really something. With that fox woman... Hah.”
“...It was youthful impetuousness from an embarrassing time.”
“Wow... Even so, damn!”
Dokgo Ryeong couldn’t hide her amazement.
Back when she was Mad Demon Dokgo Jin, she hadn’t paid much attention to information about the martial world, but even so, any incident that set the entire martial world abuzz eventually reached her ears.
There were plenty of stories that were nothing but nonsense from local storytellers, and the most absurd of them all was the rumor about the Hao Sect Leader.
The Hao Sect was the most shadowy, secretive, and cautious sect in the martial world.
An information sect founded by gathering only the lowest of the low—courtesans, coachmen, inn boys, thieves, and the like—it competed with the mighty Beggars’ Sect for the title of the martial world’s greatest intelligence network, all thanks to the Hao Sect Leader’s genius strategy.
Dokgo Jin had also bought information from the Hao Sect several times, and on some occasions, the Hao Sect Leader had delivered the information personally.
So when she heard the rumor that the Hao Sect Leader had spent a night with a green youngster just setting out in the martial world, then couldn’t forget the young fellow’s stamina and was mobilizing the sect’s full strength to find him, Mad Demon herself had punched the jaw of the unorthodox lackey who’d spread that nonsense.
And yet the man in question had turned out to be Wi Ilcheong, the Lust Demon.
“Wow... You really are something. From now on, I’ll call you Hero Wi! You’ve earned my respect!”
“...Thank you.”
“Damn... What a lunatic. There really was another Mad Demon right here.”
As Dokgo Ryeong clapped and burst into laughter, Wi Ilcheong hurriedly changed the subject.
If he let her keep talking, he couldn’t imagine how many days she’d go on about the Hao Sect Leader.
“Speaking of the Mad Demon, Miss, have you learned the Asura Rakshasa Saber Technique?”
“What?”
“...”
The Dokgo Ryeong who had been grinning slyly and expressing her admiration moments earlier was gone. Only coldness lingered on her face.
“...Why are you asking that?”
“I’m sorry. I saw the traces of sword training you left at the manor.”
“Ah... Fuck.”
Realizing she’d left the traces of her training at the manor instead of erasing them, Dokgo Ryeong lamented her own stupidity and smacked her forehead.
With skills like Wi Ilcheong’s, he could probably tell roughly what martial art she was using from the traces alone. And even though she’d practiced with a flexible sword, he couldn’t have failed to recognize the principles of weight and speed that formed the foundation of saber techniques.
“...So what are you trying to say?”
“First, I apologize for prying into another martial artist’s techniques without permission.”
“I’m the idiot for not erasing the traces.”
“I’m glad you don’t mind.”
Wi Ilcheong smiled faintly, then his expression turned serious again.
“Miss, a flexible sword may suit fast swordsmanship, but it doesn’t go well with heavy swordsmanship.”
“I know.”
“Then do you have another way?”
“...Why do you care?”
“If you travel with me, you might run into trouble again, like last time. I thought it would be good for you to learn at least some swordsmanship for self-defense.”
“...”
Realizing what Wi Ilcheong was implying, Dokgo Ryeong felt a little pleased.
In short, he was offering to teach her swordsmanship.
“What sword technique?”
“...A sword art based on variation or illusion would probably be best, but those are usually difficult to learn, so I don’t think they’d suit you.”
“Understanding the techniques isn’t the issue. I don’t have the stamina.”
“Pardon?”
“You have to use your wrist to create variations and confuse your opponent, but fuck, I don’t have the stamina for that.”
“...You know more about martial arts than I expected.”
“Ha!”
Dokgo Ryeong let out a hollow laugh at Wi Ilcheong’s words.
‘You idiot, I’ve swung a saber for half a century longer than you have. You think I wouldn’t know that?’
She couldn’t say that aloud, but Dokgo Ryeong felt pleased inside, thinking she’d gotten one over on Wi Ilcheong.
“...Then have you thought of a sword technique yourself, Miss? Or did you learn anything from the Mad Demon?”
“No. But since I’m using a sword, I’m thinking of focusing on thrusts.”
“Thrusts...”
“My stamina’s fucking trash anyway, so I can’t fight for long. I’m thinking of a short battle and a one-strike kill with a thrust, but how common can a sword technique like that be?”
“...”
After hearing Dokgo Ryeong’s words, Wi Ilcheong’s expression stiffened.
“...That has the same characteristics as a sword technique I know.”
“Then shut up. The airhead woke up.”
“...”
Just as Dokgo Ryeong spoke, Baekri Sohyeon opened her eyes.
“...Since when were you awake?”
“A sleeping person’s breathing is different, airhead.”
“...Sister Sohyeon.”
“Ah, fuck. Whatever. I’ll figure out the sword technique myself...”
“...Should I teach you?”
At Baekri Sohyeon’s words, Dokgo Ryeong’s body stiffened.
“...The Sun-Shooting Sword Technique (射日劍法). The Diancang Sect’s secret art... I can teach it to you, Ryeong-unnie.”