Preparation Phase
“Hng... Uh! Ha...”
Somehow, choking her neck made me feel a bit sorry, so I moved my hips slowly. Now, rather than the pain of deflowering, it seemed the sexual stimulation was winning out, as I felt her pushing her body up on her own.
Matching my thrusts as I lifted and slammed my hips down, Wiso-hwa's lewd grinding made me unable to hold back the surging urge to cum. I poured my semen deep into her pussy.
As the massive load gushed out in thick spurts, Wiso-hwa reached her climax too, her hips bucking wildly from the sensation of the cum and my cock buried deep inside her.
“Haaah! Hngk! Uh!”
Her lower body kept thrusting up rhythmically, a sight that felt utterly like a classic slut—totally at odds with her cheeky looks and personality. I couldn't wait to see what kind of woman she'd transform into after more nonstop fucking.
“Hek... Heok... I-is it... over...?”
Having taken my seed, she pretended otherwise while smirking with one corner of her mouth, putting on that arrogant, smug face. Bedroom arts like my Moonlight Body Heart Technique aim for mental stability, harmony through pleasure, and enlightenment for the user—so did she learn some variant just for this, barely clinging to her sanity? And yet she's acting all high and mighty. What the hell gives her the confidence to provoke me like that?
If she's gonna play it like this, no mercy for her.
Usually, when I'd dump precum and cum inside women and they'd lose it, I'd half-force the Moonlight Body Heart Technique to keep their minds intact. But this insolent bitch? Nah, she was destined for raw, relentless pounding without any of that consideration.
“Y-you're... heavy... though...?”
Wiso-hwa whined and threw another tantrum. Looking down at her, oblivious to my intentions, I let out a smirk and started moving my hips again.
“Ah...! Ahng! Hngh!”
Even though she'd cum once already, her moans turned needy again as lust reignited, her lower body pushing up toward me.
Bedroom arts might have low mana drain, but if they went on forever, they'd run dry eventually. Gauging her first-rate mana reserves, I scraped at her pussy walls with my cock.
“Haaak...! Hauk!”
As the glans raked her walls every which way, I found a spot with an unusual reaction. Unlike before, she gripped the bedsheets hard, staring up at me with trembling eyes. Grinning wickedly, I shifted to the perfect angle to target it and thrust in deep.
Her screams started echoing in earnest. With those delightful, frantic moans and pleas kicking off the night, her first time truly began.
“...”
“...”
Apart from the clink of teacups, the room was dead silent. Geom-ma glared at my yawning face with cold eyes, rolling his teacup in his hand as he grumbled.
His hesitant fidgeting—unbefitting a Fire Realm master—made his reason for visiting obvious, but I brazenly adjusted my posture and spoke up.
“What brings you here? Has the march date been set?”
“Well... not exactly...”
“Or did Wiso-hwa run crying to you, whining?”
“Kh, khem...!”
“Tsk tsk... Why'd you raise her so soft? Over a wedding night, no less...”
Imagining Wiso-hwa—carried out limp after fucking from yesterday afternoon to dawn this morning—throwing her fit brought a light sneer to my lips, my gaze turning icy.
“Still, wasn't making her unable to even walk a bit much? Son-in-law.”
“All exaggeration. Total drama queen stuff. Forget that she's a woman post-first night—even a first-rate martial artist collapsing from that? Come on.”
Geom-ma averted his prying eyes, coughing awkwardly as if stung.
“Tsk. Father-in-law, we skipped meals for the showdown with the Murim Alliance, but now that Wiso-hwa's my wife, you gotta start letting go of her bit by bit.”
“...Her stomach's so delicate...”
Delicate? The woman who slaps maids and Seol Hwarin across the face?
That's why she's a hysterical nutcase, flip-flopping like a mental patient. Ugh...
This old man, who looked like he could slaughter hundreds or thousands, turned into a doting dad the second his daughter was involved. Disgusting.
“So you're planning to keep her from getting pregnant too, saying she's 'delicate'?”
“Th-that's...!”
Shock therapy via pregnancy mention finally hardened his gaze with resolve.
“Aren't you at the age to see chubby grandsons or granddaughters like Wiso-hwa, Father-in-law? For their sake, it's time to let her go.”
“...!!!”
Mentioning nonexistent future grandkids made his hesitation solidify; his fist clenched tight.
“R-right... For the grandkids...”
“Ugh...”
Grinning like an idiot lost in fantasy right in front of me. No sane people in this Demonic Cult, huh? Cheonma's an attention whore, Gwang-ma's gay, Geom-ma's a dotard, Sima's a corpse-fucker... What a lineup of fuckups. Shit, believe in yourself, Berg.
Shaking off the parade of idiots in my head, I addressed Geom-ma, still flailing in delusion.
“Anyway, Father-in-law, when's the vanguard marching? You're the commander, but nominally, me and the Little Cult Leader should be up front, right?”
He snapped to attention, nodding vigorously.
“R-right. The Little Cult Leader standing in for the Sovereign will rally the cult warriors to throw away their lives.”
“Exactly... Oh! Besides you, Father-in-law, which other elders are joining?”
“Ah... Gwang-ma Elder will march with us this time.”
“...What kinda deal did you cut...?”
“Hm? What's wrong?”
“N-nothing.”
Gwang-ma, that clingy gum you can't peel off... Terrifying.
“Anyway, for this march, the main forces will be: the martial unit led by you and the Little Cult Leader, Gwang-ma's unit, and mine—three units total striking the Murim Alliance.”
Three martial units, two Fire Realm masters, two Superb experts, and more. Overkill at first glance—but with all righteous sects' forces rushing to Shin Gang, their leaders alone (Wudang, Shaolin, Tang, Namgung, Huashan, etc.) fill both hands with Fire Realm heavies. Questionable if the vanguard can land a solid blow.
“Shouldn't we add Sima Elder too? Even roughly, they got seven or so Fire Realm guys...”
“That's why the vanguard can rack up achievements, no?”
“...Yes... Suppose so.”
While I worried about enemy numbers, he burned with zeal at the thought of more foes to crush. No wonder the game story ended in disaster despite force superiority if it followed orthodox paths.
Let the vanguard do their thing—I'll run guerrilla ops...
1v1 I could handle, but meaningful damage against Fire Realm-packed forces? Beyond me now. Better target scrubs for mental blows and psychological edge.
Stroking my chin in thought, I turned to Geom-ma sipping tea leisurely.
“Father-in-law, since you're commanding, mind if I request one thing?”
“What is it?”
“I'll operate solo.”
He looked puzzled.
“Planning a raid?”
“Yeah. Vanguard or not, it's just skirmishes after a quick life-or-death duel, right?”
“...True.”
“Might as well go guerrilla, thin their ranks. Clear out the small fry so you won't trip over them.”
“Hm... Smart. Best to eliminate distractions early. But you'll be detached from the main force, risking yourself—sure?”
I smirked at his familial concern.
“No choice in war. This is war.”
No need for long explanations—just a calm smile, and his brows rose with newfound respect.
“You've got more of a man's grit than I thought.”
“Not 'more'—I am the man, Father-in-law. Heh.”
“Nah, your scheming as vice officer, kidnapping later-gen talents—such bullshit made this old man think you were a snake pup, not a tiger cub.”
“...Great to hear your son-in-law's a snake pup...?”
“Kh, khem...!”
Thought my bold moves built dignity...
“Anyway, take that as approval—I'll proceed solo.”
“Hm. Fine. Then Wiso-hwa assists the Little Cult Leader.”
Still reluctant but resolute, fist clenched—for future grandkids over daughter worries. Kinda pitiful.
“I'll take my leave then. Got prep to do...”
“Go. I'll watch your exploits. They're mine now too.”
Nodding, I left the room, heading for the one who could turn this around: Sima's quarters, where he'd taken Namgung Hyo's corpse and cut some backroom deal with Gwang-ma to skip the vanguard.