Bite! Hellhounds on the Hunt
"Bite! 'How about it, big sis?'"
"...You came up with this all on your own, huh."
I proudly showed off the results Sima had produced through my instructions, and Dokgo Hwaryeon stepped back in stunned disbelief. They looked like raw, feral dogs on the outside, but as the vice sect leader, she'd heard all about their capabilities from me beforehand. Sima had taken my half-assed proposal scribbled on paper and turned it into something beyond expectations—his skills were downright astonishing.
"S-So... you're saying you're gonna launch a surprise attack with these things?"
"Yep. I've already gotten the okay from Elder Geom-ma, so don't worry too much."
"Isn't that dangerous?"
She knew exactly what I was planning—something that couldn't possibly put me in harm's way—yet Dokgo Hwaryeon still fretted over me. This must be that 'foxy wife' charm they talked about.
"Even if something goes wrong, I've got the skills to slip away unscathed. Don't worry about me—focus on putting on a killer show yourself. I'll be expecting some sweet rewards in the post-battle loot distribution. Heh."
"...When you put it like that, how can I even argue?"
Dokgo Hwaryeon lifted the corner of her mouth and slyly scraped her fingernail along my palm. I grabbed her hand tight and pulled her into my arms.
"Do well, and I'll reward you with a few days and nights of pampering. Count on it?"
"Damn... you sure know how to fire up even a spark of motivation."
I rested my chin on the crown of Dokgo Hwaryeon's head and stroked down her back. She leaned her forehead against my chest, letting out a ticklish puff of breath.
"But... did you really have to keep that bitch alive... er, repurpose her?"
Just as the mood was turning sweet, Dokgo Hwaryeon squeezed my waist hard and spoke in a chilling tone. I couldn't help but chuckle at her jealousy, now more cute than anything, as my hand slid down her smooth back to grip her plump ass.
"Isn't it perfect? No worries about knocking her up... She's ideal for satisfying a man's urges. Hell, she might even be more useful than Seol Hwarin."
Dokgo Hwaryeon squirmed in my arms for a moment before giving a small nod.
"True... better than those things. Stiff corpses were made for that purpose anyway..."
"Right? Since we're at it, I'm planning to make her my personal maid for odd jobs, so hands off, sis. You won't find another maid with her skills and looks easily."
"Sigh... fine, got it. Honestly... it's great that my husband's so full of vigor, but when it's this much, it's exhausting as a wife."
Unlike living rivals like Seol Hwarin or Wiso-hwa, Dokgo Hwaryeon approved her as an official maid without much fuss. Though she was half-grudging about it, her jealousy seemed to be easing off bit by bit—my lips curled up naturally.
Before heading out, I ignored Dokgo Hwaryeon wriggling in my arms as much as possible and turned to the jiangshi in the corner of the room, her dull eyes and porcelain-white skin on display. It was none other than Tang Xiaoxiao. After subjecting her to extreme sexual torment until she lost the will to live, I'd turned her into a jiangshi—and the result filled me with pride. True to her game-world heroine status, she had the looks and body any man would crave. I'd worried Sima might mess around while crafting her, but whether he'd heard the rumors of my womanizing, he'd used all sorts of herbs to refine her skin even smoother and her body even firmer. My lips twitched at the sight.
To think Elder Sima was impotent.
When I'd received her, her corpse's unique ghostly allure had made her even more decadent and beautiful—I'd frowned and interrogated him on the spot. Turns out, years of researching corpses and sorcery had filled him with so much yin energy he couldn't perform as a man anymore. That's why the overflowing-yang Gwang-ma—who fucked anything from women to men—had struck some deal with him. Sima had no choice but to swallow his pride. Now I understood why he'd handed over the vanguard position to Gwang-ma. My tongue clicked in amazement.
Truly, a man's cock is the most important thing.
It was the moment when Sima, unable to even get hard from all that yin, felt truly pitiable.
"Time to let go now."
Shaking off my stray thoughts, I gripped Dokgo Hwaryeon's shoulders and peeled her away. Even to the last, she inhaled my scent deeply.
"Sigh... yeah, I can't stand in the way of my husband heading into battle. The main force will advance slowly, so bring back good news."
"What, you can at least expect me to take down one Fire Realm expert."
Dokgo Hwaryeon scanned me with a stunned look for a moment, then recalled my physical attributes and let out a chuckle, nodding.
"If you pull that off, I'll have to pamper you for days on end in return. Hehe."
I flashed a smile at Dokgo Hwaryeon, who patted my ass while spouting nonsense she couldn't handle, stroked her head, and headed for the door.
"Let's go."
With those words, the demonic energy swirling in my body flowed into the bracelet on my arm. Tang Xiaoxiao, standing blankly lost in a daze, stuck right to my side and moved. The pack of feral dogs lined up as relays followed suit, tails drooping.
Me, a Superb Realm master. Tang Xiaoxiao, a jiangshi who could wield Peak Realm power. Add in the separate batch I'd set aside, and that made over a hundred jiangshi hounds total. How should I play with the Murim Alliance's forces using these toys? The thought lightened my steps with excitement.
Feels like playing a game. Heh.
As I walked chuckling, a dog collar loaded with explosives dangled ominously from my hand. I'd scraped together all the leftover explosives from the academy's freshman and sophomore firearms classes using my TA privileges. The staff had been super cooperative thanks to my TA status and prospective S-Rank hunter creds—a satisfied smile crossed my lips, though a twinge of unease nagged at me.
Sure, I'd gotten them easily since there were plenty left from class, but who knew when modern weaponry might come in handy next? Even looking at this fantasy world alone, I'd be solo-climbing the tower for a while. With a steady explosives supply, efficiency would skyrocket. I kept walking, pondering the issue.
Gotta crack a world focused on weaponry next.
Park Jisu's busted sniper rifle popped into my head unbidden—the black beauty named after our initials, "DH." A valid need and excuse surfaced; my head nodded slowly.
Clean this place up quick, then hop to a world like that...
Lost in thought, I glanced sideways to see Tang Xiaoxiao staring blankly at me. Lifeless eyes, vampire-pale skin gleaming with luster. Whatever herbs and treatments Sima used, her tits and ass now looked downright slutty compared to before. Seeing my personal living sex doll, I swallowed hard naturally.
Everything in order, right?
Even the Diamond Mountains are best after a meal...
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Slurp. Gluck. Slurrrp.
In the dark mountainside, vulgar, greedy sounds echoed alongside the crickets from under my waist as I sat on a low rock. Tang Xiaoxiao, obeying only my command, deepthroating my rock-hard cock without breathing, sucking relentlessly. No AI love doll needed—the physical pleasure and mental satisfaction drew a sigh from me.
Spurt! Splurt!
The massive load that erupted was mechanically slurped up without emotion, her tongue cleaning every drop. I gently stroked the back of her head, cool yet faintly alive.
"This is nice... Maybe learn jiangshi arts or black magic later..."
No stamina limits like humans, no risk of killing her mid-fuck—she was a true love doll. A flicker of greed stirred, but I chuckled, stood, and fixed my pants.
"If needed, just ask Sima... Points are short anyway."
Having already acquired Sahonroeju via the Joro Spider's nest, spreading points thinner was nonsense. I kneaded Tang Xiaoxiao's ass as she licked her lips indifferently, shaking off idle thoughts, and pulled out my scope to scan around.
A group advanced slowly with torches. Thousands strong, at least. I smirked bitterly and eyed my feral dog pack. Blood-red eyes fixed emotionlessly on me and Tang Xiaoxiao. The difference now: aside from a few, they all wore plain collars with heavy pouches attached.
Imagining the gifts for the marching Murim Alliance and their thrilled, limb-shaking reaction made my heart race. Gauging distance and plotting, I spotted a familiar face at the vanguard through the scope.
"Th-that... fucker, Gu Yang-so, you bastard..."
He'd taught me the movement technique but pawned off internet-bought cheap liquor and numbed my nose—a crime against humanity. Unable to contain my surging sense of justice, I pointed at him.
"Bite the fucker!"
With that, a pack of dogs broke off in a chunk and charged down the hills. The first sortie of anti-tank hounds unknown in murim history.