The Final Negotiation: The Demon Cult
After An Rok-san finished ejaculating into the anuses and vaginas of all the women, starting with Seo Bong-hwa, he was surrounded by the five peerless beauties who now served him. Jung Su-a and Seo Bong-hwa attended to his shaft and glans, while Cindy buried his face between her massive breasts with a heated sigh. Dang Ga-ryeo and Jung Hwa-ryun greedily licked and sucked on his nipples.
"Chuuup... Jjoop... Master. Where is our next destination?"
"Jjoop... That's right. We've already visited most of the major sects and factions. Is there anywhere left? Chuururup... Haljjak~"
"There is still one place left. The single most powerful force in the Central Plains in terms of martial might."
The women who had been biting and sucking on An Rok-san's cock and body wondered what place could possibly remain, but the eldest among them, Seo Bong-hwa, stiffened with a look of disbelief at his words and asked seriously.
"Master... Surely... you don't mean the Demon Cult?"
"As expected of the eldest, Bong-hwa. Correct."
At An Rok-san's confirmation, Jung Su-a, Cindy, and Jung Hwa-ryun wore expressions of realization at having overlooked the obvious. However, Seo Bong-hwa and Dang Ga-ryeo, members of the orthodox sects, voiced their opposition.
"It's far too dangerous, Master! The Demon Cult is a barbaric group that worships only strength! There's no way negotiations would work with them...!!"
"That's right! Overall things have been peaceful lately, but before the Omega Empire arrived, they brought rivers of blood to our Murim more than once or twice...!"
Kwaaak!!
"Haaak..!"
"Aahng...!"
To silence the two women, An Rok-san grabbed Dang Ga-ryeo and Seo Bong-hwa's nipples and began twisting and yanking them with enough force to tear them off.
"Haaahhh!! M-Master.. It hurts too much!! Aeuuk!!"
"A-An Rok-san Elder...! J-Just a moment... Uuuuk!!"
"Seo Bong-hwa, Dang Ga-ryeo. You're mistaken. I never asked for your opinions. Or am I wrong?"
"Huuuk♥...!"
"Aahng♥...!"
As he roughly shook their breasts while gripping the mother and daughter's nipples tightly, Dang Ga-ryeo and Seo Bong-hwa let out lewd yet pained moans mixed with agony and pleasure. Yet paradoxically, their pussies began leaking love juices. Seeing this, An Rok-san smirked and released their nipples. Seo Bong-hwa and Dang Ga-ryeo hurriedly knelt before him and begged for forgiveness.
"W-We’re sorry, Master! We spoke out of turn without knowing our place..."
"W-We’re sorry, Elder!"
The sight of the matriarch and young lady of the prestigious Sichuan Dang Clan kneeling naked and bowing their heads simultaneously filled An Rok-san with a sense of conquest and satisfaction. It also stirred an inexplicable excitement in the fellow women, Jung Su-a, Cindy, and Jung Hwa-ryun.
Having traveled through countless sects and become a body that could not live without An Rok-san, Seo Bong-hwa had completely accepted him as both her master and husband. She had willingly become his possession, casting aside everything as a woman, as the matriarch of the Sichuan Dang Clan, and as the once virtuous lady she had been.
An Rok-san lightly placed his foot on Seo Bong-hwa's head as she trembled with fear and pressed it to the ground, then continued calmly.
"I know what you're worried about. But you are my tools. Do not voice opinions without permission. Not if you wish to remain my possessions."
Despite the humiliating act, Seo Bong-hwa and Dang Ga-ryeo grew aroused instead. Still prostrate and naked, they squirted love juices onto the floor, dirtying it. Especially Seo Bong-hwa, whose head was being stepped on while she bowed naked, leaked so much that the fluids ran down her thighs.
"Master, Lady Seo and Sister Dang didn't mean any harm... Please forgive them this once."
Hearing Cindy's polite plea, An Rok-san removed his foot from Seo Bong-hwa's head and began dressing.
"Both of you, get up. I'll forgive you for Cindy's sake. Be more careful from now on."
"Thank you, Master!"
"I'll remember that, Elder."
After handing clothes to the now obedient Seo Bong-hwa and Dang Ga-ryeo, An Rok-san dressed them and gave an order.
"We're heading to the Demon Cult now, our final negotiation target. Set the destination, Hwa-ryun."
"Understood, An Rok-san."
"Our last negotiation site is the Demon Cult. We're going to Xinjiang."
At the mention of the Demon Cult, Jung Su-a, Cindy, and Jung Hwa-ryun naturally recalled the Demon Cult members they had encountered in Changcheon Murim. While some NPCs they met during their time playing Changcheon Murim remained, many had changed upon entering Endless Universe, leaving them curious about how the Demon Cult had been altered. In particular, with the disappearance of the Zhuge Clan figures led by Jung Hwa-ryun, so much had shifted that predicting the Demon Cult's new state was difficult.
"Cindy, how do you think the Demon Cult has changed?"
"Hmm... Honestly, shouldn't Su-a know more about this than me...?"
"I'm the president of Korea Vision, not National One... I don't know everything either."
"Honestly, with both changed and unchanged factions, it's hard to be certain. We'll just have to go and see for ourselves."
"Huhu~ It's been a while since we've seen the Demon Cult members~ Lady Mu, Lady Bang... Lady Seo, Lord Song... I wonder how everyone is doing? I'm so curious~"
"Let's just go meet them directly. That's part of the fun of the game, huhu~"
Thus, after concluding their heated orgy, the group departed for Xinjiang, home of the Demon Cult—known as the strongest single faction in Murim. They carried expectations of reuniting with past connections at the Demon Cult.
> Landing permission granted. You may proceed with landing.
> Thank you.
Beyond the semi-transparent display, a Demon Cult member informed Jung Hwa-ryun that landing permission for the airship had been granted. She responded with a greeting and began the descent. Upon arriving in Xinjiang, the group entered the territory of the Demon Cult—now known as the Baehwa Sect—and after coordinating their approach, received permission to enter their domain. Seo Bong-hwa and Dang Ga-ryeo, as orthodox sect members, still looked uneasy but remained silent, unable to defy An Rok-san. Cindy and Jung Su-a's eyes sparkled with anticipation.
Upon reaching the Baehwa Sect's airship landing pad and disembarking, the Demon Cult members came into view immediately. Recognizing familiar faces, Cindy and Jung Su-a smiled brightly and began greeting them.
"Welcome. I am Mu Ryeong of the Baehwa Sect."
"A pleasure. I am Mu Seong-woo of the Baehwa Sect."
Mu Ryeong, the Dark Flower. A woman deeply entangled with them since the Changcheon Murim era and ranked sixth on the Beauty Record compiled by Neung-gu-pyeong. Upon seeing her again—the woman Yoo Kang-hyun had marked as a must-conquer target—Jung Su-a wore a slightly complicated expression.
'I'm glad to see her, but... meeting her without him here feels strange...'
Seeing even Mu Seong-woo, who had nearly suffered humiliation at the hands of the Poison King in the first timeline, made Jung Su-a acutely aware once more that she had truly come to the Demon Cult.
"A pleasure. I am An Rok-san, an elder of the Martial Alliance. Here is..."
"No need for introductions. With that brilliant golden hair and blue eyes... You must be the Golden-Haired Iron Flower, Lady Cindy Macglen."
"Yes~ Nice to meet you, Lady Mu Ryeong. I'm Cindy Macglen, the Golden-Haired Iron Flower!"
Starting with Cindy, who cheerfully introduced herself while cupping her fists energetically, the group each began their introductions.
"I'm Jung Su-a. I'm not a martial artist, but I've come seeking guidance."
"Likewise. I'm Jung Hwa-ryun."
"I'm Dang Ga-ryeo, the eldest daughter of the Dang Clan."
"A pleasure, Lady Mu Ryeong. I'm Seo Bong-hwa, matriarch of the Dang Clan."
There was a slight shift in Mu Ryeong's expression when the Dang mother and daughter introduced themselves, but she still bowed politely and guided An Rok-san's party. Mu Seong-woo began conversing with An Rok-san, and when the topic of a sparring match arose, Mu Ryeong's eyes lit up as she gazed at Cindy with a look full of competitive spirit. Noticing the gaze, Cindy smiled leisurely and accepted it. Both Mu Ryeong and Cindy realized inwardly that they had already decided who would spar with whom.
After moving from the Baehwa Sect's landing pad to the main headquarters, the leader and ruler of the Baehwa Sect, Mu Gucheon, personally welcomed An Rok-san's group along with his wife Bang Se-hwa and the elders. Upon meeting Mu Gucheon, Jung Su-a, Cindy, and Jung Hwa-ryun found themselves unconsciously growing tense. Across many cycles of Changcheon Murim, they had faced him as both ally and enemy. Though his martial arts were inferior to Yoo Kang-hyun's, he was by no means an opponent to be underestimated. Until the Hell Demon King appeared in Changcheon Murim, he had been the final boss and the one titled the Strongest Under Heaven. Yet having grown stronger themselves since their Changcheon Murim days, they faced him with both tension and anticipation.
"I am Mu Gucheon, leader of the Baehwa Sect. I go by the excessive title of Dark Heaven Demon Emperor."
"A pleasure. I am An Rok-san. I hold the excessive title of Fist King."
Unlike usual, An Rok-san introduced his own title. As he shook hands with Mu Gucheon, both men gripped each other's hands firmly without averting their eyes. A brief surge of aura emanated from them, heightening the tension around them, but Bang Se-hwa and Cindy each began calming their respective men.
"My lord, there are many eyes watching."
"Master, you have work to do first."
Only then did An Rok-san and Mu Gucheon withdraw their auras, easing the surrounding tension. Mu Gucheon smiled pleasantly and began guiding An Rok-san inside.
"Impressive, Elder An Rok-san. ...I'm looking forward to our spar."
"Likewise, Sect Leader."
As the two exchanged glances, the rest of the group followed them inside.