A Transaction of Flesh and Poison
Jung Hwa-ryun’s request had left Dang Seo-gun alone with her in the archive, poring over the materials she had brought. As he studied the data on the Omega Empire’s biotechnology, he could not help but marvel at the sophistication of both the technology and the knowledge behind it. Hwa-ryun, for her part, calmly explained each document to him in precise detail.
“Lord Patriarch, my throat has grown rather dry. Would it be permissible for me to prepare some tea?”
“Of course. I was feeling a bit parched myself. There is a small kitchen further inside. You will find Dragon Well tea and green tea there—choose whichever you prefer.”
“Allow me to serve you. I have brought some truly excellent leaves with me.”
“Oh? Very well, then. I shall look forward to it. Haha!”
With Hwa-ryun momentarily absent, Dang Seo-gun returned his attention to the documents she had given him. Once inside the kitchen, she retrieved Panthera black tea powder and a small vial containing a shimmering pink liquid from her inventory. She brewed the tea, then carefully divided the pink fluid between his cup and her own. A faint, sweet fragrance briefly filled the air before vanishing entirely. Hwa-ryun watched the process with an impassive expression, then carried the finished cups back to him.
“Lord Patriarch, I have also brought a few light refreshments. This is black tea produced on Panthera.”
“Oh, thank you. Panthera-grown tea is exceptionally rare… Haha.”
Without the slightest suspicion, Dang Seo-gun drank the tea. Hwa-ryun followed suit, sipping from her own cup. They enjoyed a brief moment of calm, then resumed reviewing the materials. Yet as time passed, Dang Seo-gun gradually began to feel beads of sweat forming on his skin and a growing heat spreading through his body.
…Was it always this warm in here? The temperature should be regulated… How strange.
“Lord Patriarch, if you feel overheated, please feel free to remove your outer robe.”
At Hwa-ryun’s suggestion, Dang Seo-gun hesitated for a moment, but since no one else was present, he eventually shed the green scholar’s robe.
“Thank you for your consideration.”
“It is nothing. I, too, find the air rather warm. If you will excuse me…”
Before he could even respond, Hwa-ryun had already begun removing the jacket of her uniform. Dang Seo-gun could not stop her. The moment the garment slipped from her shoulders, his gaze was drawn irresistibly to her exquisite figure, and the heat within him intensified. Beneath her uniform jacket, she wore a sleeveless garment that fully revealed her graceful shoulders and slender arms. For a long moment, Dang Seo-gun found himself utterly captivated by her beauty, unable to look away.
What is this…? Why is my body…!
Noticing his stare, Hwa-ryun shifted closer until she was pressed against his side and resumed her questions, this time using her Bio Device to inquire about the Dang Clan’s poisons.
“Lord Patriarch, can this toxin temporarily seal not only a martial artist’s inner qi but also a mage’s mana?”
“…Ah… Yes, that is correct. It is an improved version of the Power-Dispersing Poison. A strategic toxin created by combining the Dang Clan’s poisons with those found on Marbas Planet.”
Thus, the two continued exchanging knowledge with genuine scholarly fervor. Yet the longer they spoke, the hotter both of their bodies grew. Dang Seo-gun could sense the heated breath escaping Hwa-ryun’s lips, but as the patriarch of the Dang Clan and a seasoned martial artist, he maintained his composure and refused to show any outward sign of discomfort. That restraint, however, shattered far too easily under Hwa-ryun’s influence.
“Lord Patriarch… You appear to be struggling.”
“Haa… It is nothing. Pay it no mind…”
“No. It concerns me.”
“?! Jung Hwa-ryun, what are you—?!”
The sudden caress of her hand along his thigh sent an electric jolt racing through his entire body. Though she had merely stroked his leg, the heat that bloomed from the point of contact and spread throughout his limbs left him gasping. Before he realized what was happening, his manhood began to stiffen with renewed vigor.
It had been a long time since he had properly shared a bed with his wife, Seo Bong-hwa—ever since she had given birth to their son, Dang Jung-gi—yet his body was already responding with embarrassing eagerness.
“…You seem quite feverish.”
Hwa-ryun herself was breaking into a cold sweat as her own body burned with arousal. The pink liquid she had secretly added to both their cups was a concentrated potion derived from the energy of the Hwanhi Soyogo that Cindy had consumed. An Rok-san had created the drug using Cindy’s own love juices and the inner energy of the dual cultivation art. While it only induced a mild aphrodisiac effect in women, in men it dramatically heightened both libido and virility. Unbeknownst to him, Dang Seo-gun’s sexual desire was rapidly spiraling out of control.
Moreover, the potion’s infusion of Hwanhi Soyogo energy produced an effect on Hwa-ryun that far exceeded her expectations.
The Hwanhi Soyogo that Cindy learned… I never imagined its effects would be this potent! How on earth has my sister endured it all this time? And how did Cindy remain so composed?
Questions aside, a contract was a contract. Following An Rok-san’s orders, Hwa-ryun’s hands moved without hesitation as she seduced the clan patriarch. Her fingers traced teasing patterns along his thigh before sliding upward to stroke his hardened length through his clothing. Under the influence of the Hwanhi Soyogo, Dang Seo-gun’s mind had grown too clouded to think clearly. He could only stare at her in dazed confusion, utterly helpless against her skillful touch.
Yet the moral weight of what he was doing—tangling with a woman who was practically the same age as his own daughter, Dang Ga-ryeo—finally stirred his conscience as both a martial artist and a father. His voice trembled as he seized her wrist.
“H-Hwa-ryun, you mustn’t! We cannot—”
“Do not worry. None of this will ever reach the outside world. I… am merely proposing a transaction, Lord Patriarch.”
“A… transaction?”
“If you promise to dispatch troops as agreed, I shall allow you to embrace me. Of course, regardless of your choice, I will never breathe a word of this to anyone. If you wish, we may even formalize it with a Mana Oath. I have heard from Elder An Rok-san that you, Lord Dang Seo-gun, have devoted everything to the prosperity of the Dang Clan. This is my offer—for the sake of the clan. Elder An Rok-san has promised that if the Dang Clan provides both supplies and military support, the Martial Alliance will offer the clan its full backing in the future. I am merely an additional, private reward for you. In the end, Lord Patriarch… you will be sacrificing yourself for the sake of the Dang Clan.”
With those cunning words, Hwa-ryun skillfully eased the burden on his conscience. By framing his desire not as selfish lust but as a necessary sacrifice for the clan, she seduced him completely. Combined with Jung Hwa-ryun’s coldly intellectual beauty, her superior figure, and the dreamlike scenario of being tempted by a young woman the same age as his daughter, the concentrated Hwanhi Soyogo potion finally overwhelmed his reason. His instincts spoke for him.
“…Are you truly sincere, Lady Hwa-ryun?”
In answer to his final question, Hwa-ryun simply leaned forward and pressed her lips to his.
“?!”
Her soft tongue slipped between his lips, seeking entrance. Caught completely off guard by the sudden, aggressive kiss, Dang Seo-gun could not even think of resisting. He simply surrendered to it. The sweet taste of her saliva, the intoxicating scent of her breath, and the velvety texture of her tongue soon had him responding with the fierce passion of a man long starved for affection.
As if she had been waiting for exactly that reaction, Hwa-ryun closed her eyes and pressed her lips firmly against the bearded chin of the middle-aged man.
It was not a kiss born of love, but the seductive technique of a temptress determined to bind her prey so he could never escape. As he kissed a woman young enough to be his daughter, Dang Seo-gun was consumed by overwhelming guilt toward his wife, Seo Bong-hwa, and his daughter, Dang Ga-ryeo. Yet ironically, that very guilt and sense of taboo only fueled an even greater wave of arousal.
While their tongues danced, his hands moved to her chest, roughly kneading her full breasts through the thin fabric of her sleeveless top. Though they were smaller than Su-a’s or Cindy’s, they were still bountiful enough to fill his palms. His touch was crude and impatient, far from refined, yet the very roughness of it sent a thrill through Hwa-ryun’s body.
“Hngh…♥”
The clumsy but powerful caresses on her breasts, combined with the fact that Dang Seo-gun was an NPC she had encountered during her days playing Cheongcheon Murim, created a strangely familiar yet novel sensation. He had once been a close friend of Jegal Cheong-un—the in-game father of her previous character, Jegal Hwa-ryun. Unlike Jung Dae-woon, this NPC had genuinely cared for her and treated her like family. The thought of intertwining her body with such a man caused not only her flesh but her mind to slowly ignite with forbidden excitement.
Unable to hold back any longer, Dang Seo-gun began stripping away the rest of Hwa-ryun’s clothing. Soon her smooth, flawless nakedness was revealed, along with the lingerie that barely contained her ample breasts. He impatiently tugged the fabric upward, exposing her pink nipples, and immediately took one into his mouth.
His sucking grew more insistent, drawing out soft, wet sounds as her nipple stiffened between his lips.
“Hngh… Haang! Aaaah~!”
Her nipples gradually hardened inside his mouth, filling it completely and delighting his tongue. And so, the true carnal union between Jung Hwa-ryun and Dang Seo-gun began in earnest.