Chapter 9
While Baekri Sohyeon was out, Dokgo Ryeong was going berserk.
“Get away! Get away!! Ah, fuck! Don’t touch me!”
“Miss Dokgo! Please, just…! For heaven’s sake…!!”
“You son of a bitch! Aah!!! Someone’s trying to rape a woman here…! Mmph…!”
To calm Dokgo Ryeong down, Wi Ilcheong finally used the principles of the Seizing Hand to cover her mouth.
“…Please be quiet, Miss. I’m not trying to rape you…, what are you doing?”
Dokgo Ryeong chewed on Wi Ilcheong’s hand, but his expression remained perfectly calm.
“…Miss. If you stop screaming, I’ll let go. First, please calm down and listen to what I have to say.”
“…”
When Dokgo Ryeong nodded, Wi Ilcheong removed the hand covering her mouth.
Dokgo Ryeong glared at Wi Ilcheong for a moment, then spat out her words as if chewing them to pieces.
“If you rape me here, I swear to heaven I’ll take both your balls with me.”
“…That’s a frightening threat. I haven’t forgotten our agreement from earlier.”
“You said you wouldn’t take my virginity until we got to Thunderclap Temple.”
“But you also promised to do your best to cure your Severed Meridian Syndrome.”
“…And what is this treatment?”
“Yin-Yang Union.”
“That’s fucking, you asshole!!”
Wi Ilcheong caught her hand before Dokgo Ryeong could swing her arm and draw the soft sword.
“…Miss, I told you. I won’t take your virginity before we reach Thunderclap Temple. But we need to prepare.”
“Prepare for what?”
“…We need to build intimacy between us.”
“Huh?”
Dokgo Ryeong narrowed her eyes.
“Intimacy~?”
“…What don’t you like about that?”
“Fuck, can’t you just stick it in me and come? Then it’s over. What the hell is all this intimacy crap….”
“…The Su Nü Jing isn’t that kind of cultivation method. It’s a way for a man and woman to heighten their senses toward each other, attain the greatest pleasure, and pursue each other’s health through it….”
“Bullshit. You make fucking sound like some kind of immortal’s pastime.”
“…Miss, what I’m doing today really isn’t anything much.”
“But it’s preparation for you to fuck me.”
“…I won’t deny that.”
“But, fuck…!”
“You did promise to give me your virginity once we reach Thunderclap Temple.”
“…”
Dokgo Ryeong realized she had dug her own grave.
‘Ah, fuck. How do I get out of this…?’
Just then, the door to the room opened, and Baekri Sohyeon came in.
“…I’m back.”
“Ah, Miss Baekri. You’re here.”
“…Yeah. But… why haven’t you started yet…?”
When Dokgo Ryeong saw Baekri Sohyeon, she jumped up and hid behind her.
“Hey, airhead…. That Lust Demon bastard is trying to fuck me.”
“…Huh?”
“Help me out! That bastard’s trying to…?!”
Baekri Sohyeon turned around and subdued Dokgo Ryeong in an instant.
‘…Crazy bitch. What kind of speed is that?!’
“…Got her.”
“…Thank you, Miss Baekri.”
“…Yeah.”
“Fuck!!!! You’re both in on it!!! Fuck!!! Aaaah… Mmph!”
“Miss Baekri, please keep her mouth covered for a moment. No, just gag her.”
“…All right.”
Baekri Sohyeon unwound the bandage tied around her arm and gagged Dokgo Ryeong with it.
“Mmph! Mmmph!! Mmph!!!”
“…Please stay still. I won’t do anything bad.”
“Mmph!!!”
Dokgo Ryeong tried to overpower Wi Ilcheong as he approached, but Baekri Sohyeon held her completely still with unbelievable strength.
‘Fuck!’
When Wi Ilcheong came closer and reached for her, Dokgo Ryeong squeezed her eyes shut.
‘Fuck!!’
Wi Ilcheong’s fingertips touched her head.
And then…
“…Mmph?”
“I told you, it’s nothing much.”
“…Mmph! Mmmph!”
When Dokgo Ryeong glared at Baekri Sohyeon and mumbled something, Wi Ilcheong removed the gag from her mouth.
“…What are you doing?”
“I told you. The Su Nü Jing heightens the senses between a man and a woman….”
“Ah, fuck it. Enough.”
Dokgo Ryeong pointed at the hand Wi Ilcheong had placed on her head.
“Fuck, what’s this for?”
Then she pointed to where she was sitting, between Wi Ilcheong’s legs.
“And what’s with this position?”
“…For now, it’s to heighten the connection between you and me. You’re a virgin, after all.”
“So what?”
“…Taking a woman’s virginity without any preparation can leave her with a bad memory. The Su Nü Jing has a way to make her first time the best possible experience. That’s what I’m doing now.”
“…So this shitty position is just you holding me like this?”
“Please bear with it. The more contact there is, the closer we become, and the more sensitive your senses will grow.”
“…Fuck, but this position is still so damn awful.”
Dokgo Ryeong was sitting between Wi Ilcheong’s legs.
He was holding her from behind.
One hand was around her waist, while the other rested on her head—a peculiar position.
“…Miss, this position allows me to send energy to the Baihui Point, where yin energy is strongest, and the Tianhui Point, where yang energy is strongest.”
“…I can barely feel any inner energy.”
“That’s probably because your inner energy is so strong. Did Lord Mad Demon often send yang energy directly into your Tianhui Point?”
“…”
Hearing that, Dokgo Ryeong remembered when she had undergone the Bone Reformation.
‘…Did the yang energy I sent to my head back then, trying to save my Tianhui Point at all costs, leave something behind…?’
“…Yeah. My father did.”
“Then we can skip this step.”
“…And what’s the next step after this shitty one?”
Wi Ilcheong hugged her from behind.
“Fuck! What are you doing, you crazy bastard!!”
“…This is the next step. It’s about recognizing each other’s scent.”
“You son of a bitch! This is so damn…! Hey! You lunatic, let go!!”
After Dokgo Ryeong struggled so violently, Wi Ilcheong finally gave up and let her go.
“…You didn’t resist much when I carried you out of the bandit stronghold, so why are you acting like this now?”
“You bastard…! Ugh….”
Unable to bear the revulsion boiling inside her, Dokgo Ryeong scratched at her whole body.
“Fuck, the only men who’ve ever hugged me from behind were assassins coming to slit my throat!”
“…You’ve had a rough life.”
“No…! Shit…, haah….”
Dokgo Ryeong sighed and covered her forehead with her hand.
“…I have to do this shitty stuff every day?”
“…We’ll need to work through the steps gradually on the way to Thunderclap Temple.”
“Fuck….”
“…If you really hate it, should I prepare a drug? Something like an aphrodisiac…”
“Shut up!”
“…Miss.”
“I know! Fuck! Just not now! Give me a little while!”
Dokgo Ryeong searched for some excuse to get out of there, then raised her hand and pointed at Baekri Sohyeon.
“Hey! Yeah, why isn’t the airhead doing it?! Have her go first!”
“…Miss Baekri has already recovered completely.”
“No, fuck. I mean… show me how it’s done. I need to know what the hell I’m supposed to do so I can… prepare myself.”
“…Miss Baekri, would that be all right with you?”
Wi Ilcheong looked at Baekri Sohyeon as he asked, and she smiled brightly.
“…Yeah, it’s okay….”
Though her face was still vacant, when she smiled, Dokgo Ryeong’s senses picked up on something strange.
‘…Huh?’
Baekri Sohyeon’s face turned slightly red.
There was something about her that gave off the alluring air of a mature woman… and made her seem strangely seductive.
“…It’s a little embarrassing this early in the morning…, but it’s okay.”
“Then I’ll take you up on that, Miss Baekri.”
“…Yeah.”
Rustle.
Baekri Sohyeon began to take off her clothes.
“W-What are you doing, you crazy bitch!”
“…Huh?”
Baekri Sohyeon was naked in an instant. She looked at Dokgo Ryeong and tilted her head.
“…Yin-Yang Union?”
“No…, fuck. Why are you doing that this early in the morning….”
“But…, Miss Dokgo will do it someday too, right?”
“…What?”
“I learned by watching… my younger sister, Eun Mae. You should watch and learn too, Miss Dokgo.”
Baekri Sohyeon knelt in front of Wi Ilcheong.
Her breasts had looked enormous even through her clothes, but once freed from the undergarments that had been compressing them, they revealed their full size.
As she knelt and lowered her head, Baekri Sohyeon’s breasts formed beautiful curves and hung toward the floor.
“…Brother Wi… likes being served like this the most.”
The moment Baekri Sohyeon undid Wi Ilcheong’s waistband and began to remove his underwear…
“Y-You’re crazy! Fuck!!”
Dokgo Ryeong opened the door and ran outside.
After watching her go, Baekri Sohyeon spoke a moment later.
“…Ah.”
Baekri Sohyeon looked at Wi Ilcheong.
“…What should I do?”
“What do you mean, Miss Baekri?”
Wi Ilcheong pressed down gently on her head and brought it between his legs.
“You should finish what you started. You know I hate stopping halfway.”
“…Yeah. Haa….”
Baekri Sohyeon took Wi Ilcheong’s enormous manhood into her mouth.
After that, for a while,
the room echoed with Baekri Sohyeon’s moans, Wi Ilcheong’s rough breathing, and the sound of their bodies meeting.
And the wet, squelching sounds were all that could be heard.
*
“Hngh…! Aah…! More… Hngh…!”
“Fuck! Aaaagh, fuck!!”
Dokgo Ryeong went out into the inn’s courtyard and swung her sword like a madwoman.
She was trying to forget the sight of Baekri Sohyeon naked with Wi Ilcheong moments earlier.
But her senses had become bizarrely sharp after the Bone Reformation, and no matter how much she wished she couldn’t hear it, the sounds from the room kept reaching her.
Squelch. Squelch.
“Hngh…! Brother Wi…! This position… Hngh…!”
“What is it, Miss Baekri?”
“Hngh…!”
“You like being pounded like this the most, don’t you?”
“Haaah…!”
“Those crazy bastards! What the fuck are they doing in broad daylight?!”
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Dokgo Ryeong swung her sword like a madwoman, but her heightened senses didn’t miss a single word of the conversation echoing from the room.
“Hngh…! Hurry…! Hurry up and come…!”
“Hoo…, just a little longer! I’m almost there…!”
“Ah…!”
Just as Dokgo Ryeong seriously considered cutting off her own ears,
“Hnnngh…!”
“Haa…, haa….”
“…Those assholes. Looks like they finally finished.”
Dokgo Ryeong finally lowered her sword.
“Haa…, fuck. That was exhausting.”
Trying her hardest not to hear what was happening in the room, Dokgo Ryeong had swung her sword like a madwoman, and before she knew it, she was sweating as if caught in a downpour.
“…Fuck. Do I have to wash up again?”
Dokgo Ryeong thought she might run into Baekri Sohyeon or Wi Ilcheong if she went to the bath right then, so she sat down for a while.
As she sat there, Dokgo Ryeong noticed the traces she’d left in the courtyard while swinging her sword.
‘…Even with this body, I haven’t forgotten.’
The Asura Rakshasa Saber Technique.
The saber art Mad Demon Dokgo Jin had relied on, and a fortuitous encounter he’d stumbled upon.
‘…The saber.’
Mad Demon Dokgo Jin’s style had centered on weight and relied primarily on cutting.
But it would be difficult to reproduce with her current frail female body.
‘…I’ll have to adjust it a little to suit a woman’s body.’
As she spent a long while focused on martial arts, recalling a few techniques that could work with a woman’s body and a soft sword, someone spoke to her.
It was Wi Ilcheong.
“Ah, there you are, Miss Dokgo.”
“…Did you finish washing up?”
“Yes. You’ve been sweating too, Miss.”
“…Fuck. I’m going to wash up too. And when I’m done, buy me some clothes.”
“Of course. I’ll find something that suits you…”
“I don’t need anything special. Just something I can move around in, no matter what.”
“…It’s a shame to waste such remarkable beauty.”
“Fuck, what good is being pretty to a martial artist? Anyway, I’m going to wash up.”
“All right. I’ll see you back in the room.”
Watching Dokgo Ryeong’s back as she headed for the bath, Wi Ilcheong put a hand to his chin.
“Haa…, was that too much for her?”
He’d thought it might be all right to show her in advance, since they would eventually do it anyway, but he hadn’t expected her to run off before they’d even started.
‘…Should I really look into getting an aphrodisiac?’
As he wondered whether there was an herbal shop nearby that sold the ingredients to make one, Wi Ilcheong looked at the ground where she had just trained.
Her swordsmanship was rough, but there was something extraordinary in the principles behind it.
“…”
Wi Ilcheong stared at the spot for a long while, then erased all traces of the swordsmanship left in the courtyard and returned to his room.
*
“Haa…, I’m sore.”
Even after becoming a master, Mad Demon Dokgo Jin had never neglected his training, but it had been a long time since his legs had trembled like this.
Thinking that at least this piece-of-shit body would be satisfying to train, Dokgo Ryeong grinned.
‘…It’s been a while since my body hurt this much.’
Her arms and legs trembled, and blisters on her hands stung, but Dokgo Ryeong actually enjoyed that pain.
She was a born martial artist, too, and knew how much stronger she could become by enduring this kind of suffering.
Pain soon turned into pleasure, and that sense of elation was a powerful driving force for a martial artist’s growth.
“Fuck. I wonder if I can move like a normal person after two years of this….”
Just as Dokgo Ryeong was estimating how long it would take her to get strong enough to beat the stuffing out of an ordinary martial artist,
Thud. Thud.
She heard footsteps approaching the bath.
“Someone’s in here, so get lost.”
“…I came to wash up too.”
The person who entered was Baekri Sohyeon.
She took off the clothes she was wearing and stood naked.
“…It’s okay if I wash with you, right?”
A pale, milky fluid stretched between her legs as she asked.