Episode 9
Episode 9
Translation: Godtl
'Perhaps she has a natural talent for anal?'
If not, it was hard to believe an anal plug could slide in so smoothly into a backside that hadn't even been properly trained yet.
Cheon Mu-jin immediately raised his hand. A slick liquid was already dripping from Ju-rin's anus, which had completely swallowed the plug. No matter how he looked at it, holding back his desires seemed impossible.
Splat!
"Ngh! Hngk!"
With considerable force, he immediately smacked Ju-rin's buttocks. The taut, satisfying feel against his palm was exquisite.
"The texture is fantastic. No wonder you trained so diligently."
"Do not insult me!"
Ju-rin's expression hardened. She was being quite insolent. How dare she talk back?
Without hesitation, Cheon Mu-jin quietly retrieved the tools he had prepared in his pocket—a vibrator and a chastity belt.
Still unaware of their purpose, Ju-rin merely trembled, unsettled by the uncomfortable sensation of the anal plug inside her.
"It seems you still require further education."
"...No matter what you do, I will never sincerely submit to you!"
"Well, that remains to be seen."
Cheon Mu-jin didn't lose his smile.
'Her surrender is only a matter of time anyway. How could she possibly endure this when she was a virgin until just recently?'
The vibrator was a special item he had procured through direct overseas delivery. Equipped with its own battery, it could last nearly a year while also being capable of extremely intense vibrations—making it perfectly suited for Ju-rin's training.
Moreover, since the vibrations could be adjusted remotely via a long-range controller, it was exceptionally convenient to manage.
"Spread your legs."
"......"
After a brief hesitation, Ju-rin slowly parted her legs. The anal plug, firmly lodged inside her, was visible, tightly sealing her entrance.
Her face was still contorted, as if she hadn't adjusted to the sensation.
Indeed, Ju-rin's complexion was far from relaxed. Cheon Mu-jin licked his lips.
Immediately, he rubbed the vibrator against her vulva.
"Hngk! W-what is this?!"
To ensure smooth insertion, he thoroughly coated it with her arousal. Soon, he pushed the vibrator deep into her.
Thanks to sufficient lubrication, the vibrator slid inside her lower body without much resistance.
Yet, the sensation of being filled still seemed uncomfortable—Ju-rin's grimace didn't fade.
Cheon Mu-jin then fastened the chastity belt around her waist. After securing the waistband and tightly enclosing her lower body, he locked it in place.
"How is it? Do you like it?"
"...What is this now?"
As if unable to comprehend, Ju-rin glared sharply at Cheon Mu-jin. Actions spoke louder than words. Without delay, he manipulated the remote control.
When he pressed the switch, a distinct buzzing sound filled the air, and Ju-rin's face flushed crimson. "Hng—!"
The sudden, intense vibrations shattered her posture, leaving her slightly collapsed on the floor. It seemed starting at the fifth intensity level had been too much. "Wh-what have you done?!"
"It's a Dharma Artifact for your education."
In the Murim World, a Dharma Artifact typically referred to a mechanical device imbued with mystical properties. Though explaining its intricacies would be complicated, this simple label sufficed. At the mention of Dharma Artifact, Ju-rin's expression stiffened. As a member of Murim, she understood the weight such a term carried—yet she couldn't fathom why it was being used on her.
"It's quite sturdy, so don't bother trying to break it. Even if you did, it'd just repair itself."
Of course, that was a lie. It wasn't a real Dharma Artifact—just an ordinary vibrator. If broken, he could easily replace it. But Ju-rin didn't seem capable of mustering the courage to even attempt destroying it.
"So, do you like it?"
"...What kind of answer are you expecting?"
"Just your honest feelings."
"Do you really think my answer would change?"
Cheon Mu-jin nodded. Instead of replying, he adjusted the remote, lowering the intensity to level two—still strong enough to be unmistakable. Vrrrr—
"Ah—! Hngh!"
Her reaction was delicious. Truly, playing with her was a delight.
"No matter how much you toy with me, my heart will never change. I will never betray the Sword Demon Clan."
"Sure. I'll look forward to it."
He didn't particularly care if she betrayed her clan. His goal was Cheon Yu-rin alone—crushing the Sword Demon Clan wasn't necessary.
"For now, enjoy your time with my Dharma Artifact. It's called Steel Panties, by the way."
"Steel Panties? What a bizarre name."
"I got it from the Western Regions."
Not entirely a lie—he had bought it overseas.
"...Figures."
"From now on, report to me once a week. You can avoid being tailed, right?"
"What if I refuse?"
"That Dharma Artifact will keep you in check. Unfortunately, with it on, you won't be able to relieve yourself."
"...What?"
"If you want to piss or shit in peace, you'd better come see me. And don't even think about forcing it off—unless you want to experience its full power firsthand."
"......"
Ju-rin finally grasped the depth of her predicament, gritting her teeth.
"You truly are vile."
"Coming from a candidate for Young Cult Leader of the Heavenly Demon Divine Cult, that's practically a compliment."
Dawn broke, and the disciples of the Demon Path Pavilion, including Cheon Mu-jin, gathered at the training ground. Though the official exam was held only once a year, that didn't mean they had nothing to do in the meantime. Regular training, evaluations, and sparring matches among disciples kept them occupied.
The atmosphere was thick with tension. More disciples were expelled from injuries sustained in these matches than from failing the exam itself—and Cheon Mu-jin was no exception.
As he entered the training ground for his evaluation, he felt the weight of countless eyes on him. Murmurs spread through the crowd.
"The Young Cult Leader candidates have all arrived."
Most of the whispers were about the heirs of the Four Great Clans, but some were directed at him. Despite his "lowly" origins, his Cheon Family bloodline made him impossible to ignore.
'Finally, they're here.'
Among them, none looked more pleased by his arrival than Cheon Gi-baek of the Fist Demon Clan. As a male heir, he was widely considered the frontrunner in the Young Cult Leader Succession Battle. The female candidates didn't concern him—but Cheon Mu-jin was different.
Everyone dismissed him as "tainted blood," and Cheon Gi-baek was no exception. Yet the fact that he carried the Cheon Family lineage made him an undeniable threat.
'Every leader of the Heavenly Demon Divine Cult has been male. The chances are slim, but... it'd be cleaner to just eliminate him.'
Rather than leaving loose ends, it was better to crush them outright. That was why Cheon Gi-baek planned to "accidentally" kill Cheon Mu-jin during their spar. If not death, then at least crippling him beyond recovery.
'If I sever his right arm, he'll never rise as a martial artist again.'
For a seasoned master, losing an arm might not be fatal—but for a rising warrior, it was a death sentence.
'The only question is—when will I get the chance?'
Cheon Gi-baek's skill level was objectively formidable. In a way, it was only natural. He was a candidate for the position of Young Cult Leader, raised in the Fist Demon Clan—one of the Four Great Clans of the Heavenly Demon Divine Cult. Since childhood, he had been fed every kind of martial technique and rare elixir. It meant he was fundamentally different from someone born beneath a lowly female servant.
"You must have been terribly busy hiding away in the Demon Path Pavilion. Though, of course, if you hadn't, you'd have been kicked out long ago."
His immediate thought was of Cheon Mu-jin, who wouldn't even meet his eyes as he passed by. But contrary to Gi-baek's expectations, Mu-jin ignored him lightly and walked past. Naturally, he was baffled.
His gaze... He's not even trembling?
It was hard to believe this was the same person who had supposedly been restricted from learning any martial arts. It made no sense.
"Don't make it so obvious."
"...What did you say?"
The provocative tone and the look in Mu-jin's eyes were almost unbearable to accept. Yet, Mu-jin simply shook his head as if it were nothing and disappeared from view. Gi-baek gritted his teeth.
How dare a lowborn bastard like him ignore me?
The Fist Demon Clan was notorious even among the Four Great Clans of the Heavenly Demon Divine Cult for its strict hierarchy. Naturally, as someone from the Fist Demon Clan, Gi-baek had never been treated this way—nor had he ever experienced such disrespect. Above all, his temperament was far from mild. Despite his efforts to conceal it within the clan, his misdeeds—like breaking the arms of his own bodyguards—had spread throughout the cult, rendering his attempts at restraint meaningless.
Cheon Mu-jin!! I'll kill him without fail!
Gi-baek's eyebrows shot up. A chilling killing intent radiated from him.
On the other hand, Mu-jin only felt boredom.
What a fucking idiot.
Even if Gi-baek was the closest to becoming the next Young Cult Leader, he was still just a brat. Acting as if he had already secured the position would only work against him in the end.
Well, what does he know? He's been pampered his whole life.
Having never taken independent action, he still behaved like a spoiled child.
Either way, Gi-baek wasn't the target. Like it or not, his skills were the real deal.
I'll deal with him later.
His gaze shifted toward Cheon Yu-rin, standing in the middle of the training grounds.