The Cock Funeral Carnage
"Gahk...! Keuk...!"
I shoved Tang So-so away from my chest, and a stream of blood and organ chunks gushed from Tang Ho-yeol's mouth. Seeing Gu Yang-so kneeling dazedly to my left, blankly watching the scene unfold, I felt a swell of pride at having taken down two experts so easily—my lips curled into a smirk.
"You beggar fuck, go back now and slaughter every last one of those righteous faction losers you see. Got it?"
At my words, dark blue veins bulged grotesquely across Gu Yang-so's forehead as he tried to fight off the Godok with his remaining demonic power. But with the larva burrowed straight into his brain through his ear, his body shuddered like he was hitting orgasm before slumping briefly. Then he stood right up, nodded, and that was that.
The Beggars' Sect specialized in lightness skills and claw techniques anyway, so with similar-style martial arts plus my overwhelming physical prowess, I'd wiped him out in seconds. It reminded me of my early days in the murim world, and my smile widened nostalgically.
"S-So-so..."
"..."
Even with his dantian pierced, Tang Ho-yeol gazed at Tang So-so with tender eyes. Despite his own dire straits, his infinite fatherly love shone through, making me feel a twinge of guilt. But that pity evaporated into a sneer at the sight of his bulging crotch.
"Fitting for a man... even getting hard for your own daughter... tsk."
No matter how much more alluring Tang So-so looked now—her jiangshi traits giving her an inhuman beauty that outshone her old self—could a father really pop a boner for his daughter? As revulsion flooded my mind, I spat it out plainly. Shame at himself and disgust at the situation boiled into rage; even amid his injuries, Tang Ho-yeol mustered his last scrap of demonic power and glared at me.
"Keuk...! You demonic bastard...! What the hell did you do to So-so?!"
"Can't you tell? Turned her into a jiangshi, that's all... What, your head not working? And you're supposed to be the Tang Clan head?"
"Keuk!!!"
He only pissed me off more by opening his mouth. Trying to distract me, shift the topic, and recover his power? Adorable.
Does he think I'm just standing here like an idiot? Dumb fuck.
This whole space had long been blanketed in spider silk from my fingertips. From striking the Beggars' Sect guy with my anti-tank fist to luring Tang Ho-yeol with Tang So-so, I'd set up my personal web—and here he was, walking right into it. Hard to believe this clown was a Fire Realm expert.
I tilted my head suspiciously, fiddling with the white half-mask perched on my nose bridge.
"You really a Fire Realm expert? Dantian smashed messing with your head...? You look pathetic weak."
"Th-this...!"
"Well... if you're the type who relies purely on demonic power without physical prowess, your dantian blows and you're just a cripple. That's basic logic..."
Sure enough, the guy—who'd been coaxing his last threads of power for a final stand—lost control in his fury. Thick blackish blood erupted from his mouth in a geyser.
As time passed and he slowly offed himself, irritation crept in, furrowing my brows.
I wanted to spar a bit with a Fire Realm expert... Should've spared his dantian?
I sighed to shake off the regret. He was the Sacheon Tang Clan head, a Fire Realm poison and hidden weapons master—the trickiest, deadliest righteous faction guy—and I'd nabbed him without a scratch. No room for complaints.
Plenty more Fire Realm experts lurked in the noisy forest below anyway. I nodded to myself and started moving.
"Die!!!"
Right then, seizing the moment, he roared and swung his sleeve-fluttering arm at me.
Thud.
Unlike his triumphant face—saving his trump card—the dull sound pierced the silence.
"...Huh?"
"Even distracted by Tang So-so and your busted dantian, how does a hidden weapons expert miss the silk everywhere...? Tsk tsk."
At my mocking words, Tang Ho-yeol—still clueless—looked down at the source of the soundless impact.
Twitch.
Twitch.
All he saw was a sharply severed stump and his right arm, flopping like it desperately wanted to stay attached, fresh and appealing.
With an incomprehensible look, he stumbled back.
Snick.
"Graaak...!!!"
Despite my warning, his ankle snagged the silk, slicing off a leg. He crumpled in place.
But didn't I say it? This was my domain long ago. The more he writhed like a maggot, the more his remaining limbs got shredded by the taut threads. Silk heavy with blood droplets diced his flesh relentlessly.
Just like a bug thrashing in a web, tightening around it. Difference? Bugs just get trapped; Tang Ho-yeol was on an extreme diet.
I'd played around with Sahonroeju plenty after mastering it, but using it for killing highlighted the technique's viciousness—and the Ghost Widow's silk's sharpness and stealth. I couldn't help but marvel.
To bind or swing with it required suppressing its power with demonic energy—that level of potency. Made me curious about the Japanese monster the academy head supposedly slew.
I toyed with the screaming, floor-crawling Tang Ho-yeol for a good while using Sahonroeju like a prank. By the time his twitching stopped, I sighed in disappointment at his mangled corpse.
Then, from the mountainside below, screams and roars mixed with growing chaos.
"Oh...? Guessed right—it worked?"
Zombies were risky due to infection, but needed a proper first host to become killer bioweapons. Murim Alliance soldiers were at least first-rate, so I'd been skeptical sending the jiangshi laced with zombie blood. But those familiar roars from below? Plan succeeded—my lips curled up.
Intelligence degenerated, so no smooth martial arts like in life, but they'd wield their ingrained demonic power. Most warriors would get crushed by enhanced bodies and raw force.
Slaughtering Tang Ho-yeol sowed confusion over the infection source. Alliance troops would spread like wildfire, turning on comrades. I could picture it—laughter bubbled up.
"Still, with multiple Fire Realm experts, they'll just eat each other alive and fizzle out..."
A flicker of worry about uncontrollable spread, but I shook my head with a chuckle, whistling as the pandemonium grew.
Once the remnants—after slaughtering allies and shattering mentally—got the anti-tank jiangshi, I'd achieved plenty for now.
Rest is playing with Sahonroeju traps. Heh.
Everything going smoothly without a hitch, the heat I'd built for the Tang Ho-yeol fight redirected southward, unsatisfied.
Normally I'd hold back till later, but now? I had a perfect love doll who'd spread her legs anytime, anywhere—indoors, outdoors, water, air.
Under the moonlight in pristine nature, Tang So-so exuded a vampiric allure. I swallowed hard, no hesitation, and stripped off my pants.
"Strip, you bitch."
Her blank face unmoving, Tang So-so shed her clothes in a flash, just like I'd done.
Even as an onahole, she's mine now—so gotta give the father-in-law a proper funeral...
A true Confucian boy at heart, I beamed with pride under the night sky.