To Luoyang — Heavenly Brush and Huo Qubing's Bow

Trembling.

Chu Ying's sex clenched around his cock and gushed with love juices, a delicious pressure that made him groan. She had felt it intensely the moment he drove into her cervix — but instead of throwing her head back, her arms gave out, weak as they were, and her face smashed into the bedding.

"Hmm. And you still want to be a lady-in-waiting like this? Hwang Chung. On the way down, you're in charge of Chu Ying's physical training."

"Yes, Gaga!!! Leave it to me."

Hwang Chung seemed to have the peculiar personality of lighting up whenever she was given a task. The moment he ordered her to raise Chu Ying's stamina, her face hardened with overblown resolve.

He smirked. Even that was cute enough that he let it slide.

Knock, knock.

"Hm?"

"Husband. It's Yeon."

"Come in."

Wang Yeon entered and greeted Hwang Chung and Zhong Yao.

"Sisters, my respects. I am Wang Yeon, First Concubine."

"...Mm."

"Right."

Zhong Yao glanced back and answered casually; Hwang Chung checked his expression first, and only after he nodded did she reply.

"What is it?"

"I have a report. Hang Lian spotted Lady He in the marketplace, felt uneasy, and came straight back. I told her absolutely not to approach. Her elder brother is He Jin."

"What?... You did well. Lady He is the woman who will bear an emperor. History going too far off course wouldn't be good either."

Whether it was Emperor Xian or the emperor Dong Zhuo would later eliminate, Lady He was unmistakably destined to become an emperor's mother.

"But she's pretty, isn't she?"

"Hohoho. Yes. They say she's a beauty a rank above Chu Ying. I asked a merchant-house clerk — she enters the palace on the first of next month."

"Well done. Hmm... but a beauty of that caliber is a waste... Tell Jia Xu to look into ways of acquiring Lady He. After she bears the emperor, of course."

"Hohoho. Planning to take even an empress as a concubine?"

"She's pretty. An opportunity will come. Dong Zhuo killed her, or something like that — so we can snatch her away then. And if I sleep with her and alter her appearance, who would recognize her?"

Even as such dangerous words flew around the room, the women showed little agitation. Zhong Yao, of course, had her eyes wide and her mouth hanging open...

"Zhong Yao. Later, go find Wang Yeon or Jia Xu. They'll answer everything you're curious about. By the way — is that bastard just wandering around hunting beauties?"

"Yes. He was staring blankly at the three great courtesans of the Diaochan Pavilion, so I stopped him for now. He said he'd go find ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠them himself and left."

"Ugh... Fine. Don't touch him. The women he's meant to offer me, he'll offer on his own."

"Yes. Enjoy yourselves. Sisters, I'll take my leave."

"Mm."

Hwang Chung answered with a noticeably more relaxed expression, and Chu Ying twisted around, nodding in farewell.

"Sister. I'll see you soon."

"Alright."

Creak. Click.

The door locked.

Lady He.

Taking a woman who had been empress, who had been empress dowager? His cock twitched and stirred.

"Haang!!!"

He decided to focus on the shuddering Chu Ying, gripped her hips, and began rotating his waist.

Grind, grind.

Whether the word "empress" had excited him, the Spinning technique was running a little faster than usual, and Chu Ying was coming apart. Her sex clamped down hard and she climaxed at once. Sensing the danger, he immediately dragged his own orgasm up to meet hers.

"Hmm. We've got plenty of time ahead. I'll give it to you — so suck down the semen and go find Wang Yeon."

"Aaaang!!! Yes."

Spurt, spurt.

Huh? What good does it do me if I get Beauty?

...You become more beautiful. Especially effective when in a female body...

Whew. That's a relief. Please pass my thanks to the Constellation.

He had nearly received a completely useless trait called Beauty. He let out a sigh of relief and pulled his cock free of Chu Ying.

Semen mixed with blood trickled out; Chu Ying trembled as she rose and began to eat it. He pulled tissues from Subspace, wiped himself clean, and approached Zhong Yao, leaving the tissues in front of Chu Ying.

Heavenly Brush, and at level 7 no less. I have a rough idea what it is.

The unique trait Heavenly Brush. It was almost certainly a specialty that made one a master calligrapher. Acquiring a master-calligrapher trait would open countless uses. Especially now, as Confucian scholarship was becoming the dominant current — elegant, correct handwriting was often linked to character itself, making it easy to win favor.

"Zhong Yao. You're my seventh wife — the youngest among the wives so far. Understood?"

"Yes. I'll serve my elder sisters well."

"Good."

Adorable. He also liked the shape of her tightly shut sex, and though it wasn't completely bare, the sparse hair of a light bush pleased him as well.

"If you have a son, is there a name you'd like to give him?"

"Hui. I would like to name him Hui."

Zhong Hui. Something about that name was familiar too. Now that Zhong Yao was his woman, did that mean Zhong Hui would never be born?

He kept turning Zhong Hui over in his mind — the later parts of the anime were patchy — until one detail surfaced.

Cross-dressing? There was some nuance of him dating some Ha-whatever guy while dressed as a woman... was that Zhong Hui?

A man of formidable ability who died for treason. And in the anime, he and some Ha-whatever had cross-dressed and put on steamy scenes together — a character who left a strong impression.

Good. A guy like that shouldn't be born.

Rebellion, cross-dressing, sodomy. Every single one of those was a man he disliked.

"Hmm. Hui feels ominous somehow. Make it Huai — the character for 'to cherish' — if you have a son."

"Thank you, my lord."

The moment he bestowed the name, Zhong Yao turned back with trembling eyes, clearly moved. And once again, Hwang Chung was staring at him expectantly.

"What about you? If you had a son, what name were you going to give him?"

"Yes, Gaga. I was going to name him Xu."

He remembered the story of Hwang Chung receiving a title with no heir to succeed him — a description of a son who died young. Short-lived.

"Hwang Xu somehow feels short-lived. Let's go with Xu — the character for 'to bestow.'"

"Thank you, Gaga."

Hwang Chung visibly brightened. Of course, the pronunciation was slightly different. He filtered everything into Korean while speaking Chinese, so he inevitably thought of the Korean reading first and picked the character with the closest sound and the best meaning.

He smirked.

Well, he preferred daughters anyway. And of course he would never lay a hand on them. Sons, he suspected, would take after him and start drooling over his women — so he planned to marry them off early and set them independent. Around twelve or thirteen. Daughters he would keep until seventeen, even if people called them spinsters.

He took his cock in hand, parted Zhong Yao's cleft, set it against her entrance, and pushed straight in.

Slick.

"Hnn. My lord!!! I'm so glad I never married. To feel like this — haang!!"

"Yeah. I'm incredibly glad Zhong Yao never married too. Because I got a master calligrapher like you. Hm? Praise Hwang Chung too. Because I got a master archer like her."

"Thank you, Gaga."

Hwang Chung stared openly. A truly unique character. It wasn't jealousy exactly — more like she simply had to receive everything anyone else received.

Her quivering passage was so flooded with love juices that entry was easy. He stretched her open as he advanced and met her hymen. He tore through it at once.

"Ah. My lord. I am a virgin, right?"

"Yeah. I felt it. Chung-ah, I know. You're a virgin. So you don't need to spread yourself. Just stay still."

"Yes."

Zhong Yao smiled watching her. Hwang Chung had turned this way and was spreading her own sex open with her hands.

His head throbbed.

She had been locked in a pride duel with Guan Yu, and yet... It had been milder when he was bedding the concubines, but the moment he took Zhong Yao — a wife — it got worse.

He soon claimed her cervix and began the Spinning technique.

"Haang... so this is why... the younger sisters... haaaang!!!"

"Feels good? Cervical sex?"

"Yes. I think I'll get addicted."

He smirked. Addicted or not.

Three turns clockwise, three turns counter-clockwise — then he drew his cock far back and began slamming into her.

Thud, thud, thud.

"Haaaang!!! Haang!! Nnnngh, my lord, I feel strange."

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"Don't hold it in — let it go. That's climax."

"Haaaang!!!!"

He immediately dragged his orgasm up and fired his semen into her. Watching Zhong Yao shudder and twist back with a lewd smile on her face, he kept coming.

Let's see.

Watching Zhong Yao, eyes closed as if savoring her climax, still twisted to look back, he examined the memories flooding in.

Holy... insane.

If he learned Wang Xizhi's style, Seokbong's style, and the rest from the future and applied them, he would surpass even Zhong Yao. Kim Jeong-hui's Chusa style too. There were countless scripts to bring over, and no shortage of classical poetry either.

Heh. Before I make a name as a warrior, I'll be famous as a calligrapher and poet...

Slick. Pop.

"Zhong Yao — suck down the semen and go find Jia Xu. She'll tell you what needs doing."

"Hnn. Yes, my lord."

Her tongue flicked out, gaze locked on the semen. He stepped back.

"Chung-ah. Hold on a second. I need some water."

"Yes, Gaga."

How many rounds in a row was this already? A sudden thirst hit him hard, so he pulled plastic bottles from Subspace and drained three in succession. Then he purchased three iced teas, handed them to Zhong Yao — who was smacking her lips after finishing the semen — and to Hwang Chung, and drank a sweet iced tea himself.

"Drink. You'll like it."

Gulp.

Both women's eyes went wide. Seeing how eagerly they drank, he bought lemon iced teas and handed each of them another cup. They liked that even more.

After reclaiming the empty cups, he watched Zhong Yao gather her clothes and leave. He bought a large mirror from the mart and set it near the table.

"Hwang Chung is a special woman. So I'll give you a special first experience."

Transformation — Complete Form.

He transformed, calling up his completed body of one hundred ninety-three centimeters. His eye level rose. He approached Hwang Chung, who was staring at him in blank astonishment.

"Hang Lian earlier was also one of my transformed bodies. This is my fully grown form. Well? Want me to do it with the child's body instead?"

"No, Gaga. Please... do it with that body."

Sway.

He smirked at Hwang Chung, whose gaze was locked on the dangling twenty-one-centimeter cock.

"Get on all fours. For you specially, I'll take you in my absolute favorite position."

"Yes, Gaga. Your favorite position...."

As expected — she needed to receive what others received, and she loved special treatment. Hwang Chung repeated "favorite position" under her breath as she got on all fours, and he climbed onto the bed, stroking his cock to prepare for insertion.

Twitch.

His massive thirty-three-centimeter cock swelled to full erection. He took hold of it and parted her cleft.

Her entrance. The trembling opening clenched harder than any of the other women except Chu Ying — a warrior's tightness.

Slick.

The instant the enormous glans vanished into Hwang Chung's clean sex, she let out a massive cry.

"Hwaaaaang!!!"

A cry that shook the room. True to an S-class warrior, even her moans were thunderous enough to vibrate the chamber. The way she thrashed her head wildly told him she was drowning in overwhelming pleasure.

Nineteen years old. Meeting her early was fortunate. Judging by the fact that she already had a son's name picked out, she would have been married off soon enough.

Even without being a Myeong-gi, her sex chewed at him ferociously as he tore through her hymen. The glans stretched her passage tight — no, tore it open as it advanced. The deeper he went, the more Hwang Chung kept screaming.

"Hwang Chung. Confirmed the hymen. You're safe."

"Hang hang!!! Yes, Gaga."

When Hwang Chung looked back, she was drenched in sweat. From drinking two iced teas? Or was she just a heavy sweater?

He reached out, brushed her hair aside, and met her unfocused eyes.

"Feel good?"

"Yes!!!"

The answer bursting from those pretty lips rang in his ears. He smirked. He pushed deeper still and felt himself slip into her cervix. Hwang Chung shuddered even harder.

Trembling. It wasn't climax yet — she was simply that sensitive. Her passage seemed born with an abundance of erogenous zones, full of raised spots, and her cervix clamped hard around his glans.

Delicious. Looking forward to Jang Bi, Jo Un, and Jang Saeng too.

Fully sheathed. He slid his arms between her legs, stretched them forward, and laced his fingers behind her nape. Then he spread his arms so the backs of her knees rested on his forearms, and lifted her clean off the bed.

"Haang!!!?"

"My absolute favorite position. The carrying position."

She flailed. A token resistance, as if she had never dreamed it would be something like this — but she was already airborne. He locked her knees firmly and looked down at her calves dangling below her shaking knees.

"Gaga. This is too embarrassing. Please."

"Even though it's my favorite? You don't like it?"

"Th-... no."

She resigned herself. He carefully stepped down from the bed and, still holding her, turned to face the mirror.

"Kyaaak!!!!"

Knees bound to his arms, her head locked in place by his clasped hands — Hwang Chung's completely subdued, utterly exposed form was reflected in the glass. She shrieked and thrashed, but during sex his strength was such that even Hwang Chung, who seemed to possess divine power, could only manage feeble resistance.

"My lord..."

"Look. This is ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠the charm of it. How does Hwang Chung's sex look?"

"It... feels like it's going to tear. How..."

"Right? Han Sheng's breasts are the size I like, and her body is good. You'll receive my special favor."

He whispered into Hwang Chung's ear, and she grew hazy. Her legs stretched out straight; her toes curled. Adorable.

"Th-... so I'll have strange characters carved into me too?"

"Yeah. An Eastern-style rendering of my name. Joseon characters. It means you're mine."

"Gaga's... Gaga's..."

Trembling. Her breasts swayed softly. The pink-areolaed mounds swelled hard, and even her clitoris stood erect, showing just how aroused she was.

He held her tight and rotated his hips. In the mirror, Hwang Chung threw her head back and cried out.

Grind, grind.

"Haaaaang!!!"

After running through the Spinning routine, he drew his hips far back and drove up into her.

Sway.

Her D-cup breasts bounced and slapped against her own face, then fell and swung free. Sweat ran down Hwang Chung's body. He liked her soft scent.

Thud, thud, thud.

"Haang haang hahk.... aaaaang!!!"

Even he flinched at the sight of the massive cock plunging in and out of their joined bodies. A monstrous cock. For a moment he felt glum, thinking that in the modern world he could never bare this thing and seduce a woman — but Hwang Chung's enormous cries snapped him back to reality.

"Haaaaang!!! Gaga!!! I adore you!!!"

"Yeah. I love Han Sheng too!!"

Her breasts swelled further with each thrust; her sex chewed at his cock with terrifying force. Climax. He raised his orgasm, and she reached hers at the same moment.

Sssshhhhh—

Love juices sprayed across the mirror. Heavy sweater that she was, Hwang Chung put on a display of Siofuki and looked flustered.

"It's fine. I like this too."

"Hang. Yes."

Trembling.

Spurt, spurt.

After the love juices shot out, her eyes went slack, her mouth hung open, and her tongue lolled free — a sight that delighted him. And at that image, he felt the semen race down his urethra and spill past the glans.

"Coming."

"Hnn... yes."

She looked barely conscious. He watched her eyes gradually regain focus as the semen touched her, and then Jini's voice arrived.

This time there was no talk of raising Divine Archer or anything of the sort.

He nodded. Then the details of Huo Qubing's Bow poured into his mind.

Insane... two arrows at once? And Archery on top of that?

Hwang Chung looked so lovely that he carried her to the bed and laid her down. He withdrew, settled her on her back, and began ravaging her in the missionary position.