Wedding Night's Afterglow and Demonic Conquest
La la la, lalala...
"Mm..."
The dazzling sunlight streaming through the window naturally furrowed my brow. Flash. In an instant, my consciousness surged upward, and the scene of the room filled my vision. Dokgo Hwaryeon's lips curved into a soft smile at the sight of herself cradled in Kang San's arms, still in her primal, naked form.
Finally, we're united.
She drew in a deep breath. His scent raced from her nostrils straight to her brain, flooding her chest with a pleasant emotion. But that lasted only a moment.
"Ahk!"
Startled by the heavy presence pressing into her lower abdomen, she swallowed a moan and looked down. There it was—the sight of him still connected to her. She vaguely remembered their first night, clinging to the last shred of reason as he tossed her around this way and that. But how could he still be so rigidly firm inside her secret place, asserting his presence?
From what her maids had told her, men needed rest after one ejaculation... Was this related to his extraordinary constitution?
Dokgo Hwaryeon pondered for a moment, then twisted her waist uncomfortably.
"Ahhuk! Haaang!"
Her secret place, stimulated all night long by him buried deep inside, hadn't come to its senses like she had. Unconsciously, waves of pleasure surged through her, forcing out moans like those of a common whore.
His cock remained utterly still, unmoved by her ragged breaths or twitching hips, firmly lodged in Dokgo Hwaryeon's depths.
Then, the memory of his cock from last night flashed in her mind. A primal fear she'd never felt before crept up slowly.
That mere slab of flesh had ravaged her depths time and again, burning away her reason and drowning her in idiot-level ecstasy. How much had she wandered lost in pleasure last night? She lacked the courage to rise from this spot right now.
Calming her pounding heart, she poked Kang San's cheek with her delicate fingertips.
"Mm..."
"Kuk!"
Kang San stirred, instinctively pulling her closer in his sleep. Happiness welled deep in her chest, but separately, his cock drove even deeper, drawing out another heated moan.
So that's why... Dokgo Hwaryeon thought. Now she understood why her father had lamented her being born a woman.
What good was her talent to surpass the Fire Realm at the Superb stage? In the end, wasn't it just barely enduring the loss of reason to a man's rod?
"Kkeuhung!"
Kang San seemed to be waking. But he simply crushed her against him, grinding his cock roughly as if expressing affection.
Seeing her beloved—adorable, adorable, utterly adorable—devouring her body filled her mind with endless sticky satisfaction. Yet her eyes trembled at the heavy presence in her lower abdomen.
I have to endure it. If she couldn't even take her husband's cock, she had no right to claim him.
Recalling the maids who'd endured Kang San's cock brought her molars together tight. They'd endured it too, hadn't they? She was the young leader of the Divine Cult. She couldn't lag behind mere maids in bed.
But as Kang San playfully twisted the cock wedged deep inside her, Dokgo Hwaryeon's mind began to drift away.
"Ah, no... oh... ugh."
Ah... My vision's going white.
Kang San, hearing her moans, started thrusting his hips in earnest. Amid the whitening world, stars sparkled and rained down from the sky.
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"Heuk...! Eh..."
After blasting a thick load through his cock into her, I released Dokgo Hwaryeon from my arms. She babbled strange moans and sprawled out like a corpse.
Thanks to the all-night heating, her body convulsed in shudders. As I pulled out, semen gushed endlessly from her pussy. Bubbles of cum frothed at the entrance, and as a bonus, her shameful piss leaked out.
Grinning darkly at my lascivious handiwork, I lowered my head and took her sharply erect nipple into my mouth, rolling it around.
"Eui...!"
Ignoring her as she jerked and threw her head back, I savored the fruit thoroughly before rising. Her surprisingly small tits weren't bad at all. With breasts like that, she probably skipped bras most days. Imagining those nipples poking through her flashy cheongsam dress brought a satisfied smile.
After last night's marathon fuck and this morning's stimulation, Dokgo Hwaryeon would have trouble moving today. I draped a ornate robe over my shoulders and left the room.
"Is anyone there?"
My shout into the air brought four women in black masks prostrating before me.
"The young leader's personal guard, Dark Flower, greets the Vice Military Officer."
The apparent leader bowed her head in reply, but her trembling eyes betrayed their fluster. With my inhuman cock dangling openly, it was natural for women to react like that.
Hard to tell with their faces covered, but their fit bodies tensed further as strength gathered in them. I'll have to fuck these bitches someday too.
I scanned them calmly before speaking.
"The young leader is exhausted and collapsed. Go tend to her."
"Yes, sir."
They whistled softly, and maids poured in from all sides. All unfamiliar faces.
Hiding here, huh?
The maids, unable to meet my smirking gaze, hurried into the room to attend Dokgo Hwaryeon.
"My lord, we'll attend you."
A few maids approached me too, meticulously wiping away last night's grime. Led by their hands into a lavish bath, I let out a pleased sigh.
Well... now that the ceremony's done, it's time to launch the full plan for unifying the Central Plains martial world.
This was the Heavenly Demon Divine Cult. With ten thousand warriors here, I wouldn't need to step up much myself. That wasn't the plan anyway.
My role: manage and command the kidnapped righteous sect successors. Play with them and have them shine in the final battle.
By now, the Strategist's orders would've had our spies in the Murim Alliance fire the signal shot. Factoring in time and distance, we had months of leeway.
I could spend that pulling Dokgo Hwaryeon's thorns one by one while waiting.
Tang Xiaoxiao of the Tang Clan. Seol Hwarin of Mount Hua. How would the game's main and supporting heroines look arriving here? And how would kidnapped Namgung Hyo wail? The thoughts surged blood to my lower body.
A maid washing me flinched at the sight, our eyes meeting. One death or two—it's daily life in the cult.
Ah... Guess I'm a demonic sect type after all.
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The game is paused.
After spending a decent amount of time in cult life, I returned to reality. Roughly one or two months, by my estimate.
All I'd done was listen to reports on the martial world invasion and fuck Dokgo Hwaryeon. The nightly sessions with me eventually softened her poison a bit.
I'd seduce her maids or Dark Flowers first, then treat her gently when we fucked. Maybe that's why—though she still glared at them with venom, she wasn't harming them like before.
When she bit her lip and gave me those sticky eyes, that night was merciless pounding without a hint of mercy. Smart as she was, she'd get what I meant.
I only fucked the others for bodies—no love whispers like with her. So she was holding back for her own sake.
I rose naturally, grabbed a cola from the fridge to quench my thirst, and started allocating points.
My muscles felt sturdier, and my pea-sized dantian now asserted a heavy presence in my lower abdomen. Continuing my routine meditation finally calmed my excitement.
I sorted my inventory, then prepared to leave. Simple reason for returning: boost stats for the Grand Prix, and hunt items from the fantasy world to counter the Central Plains martial artists.
Even with kidnapping as the extreme measure, the Nine Provinces Dragon Sword story had all sorts of crazy shit like thunder bombs or invisible poisons.
Fantasy world's alchemy and magic items would surely help someday. Prepping early couldn't hurt.
Can't have some moron accidentally blowing up a thunder bomb on the captives.
Plus, for the plan I'd pitched to the Heavenly Demon myself, I'd need more potions. Giggling at the wicked thought, I ordered food via delivery app.
The fantasy world was now my kingdom with just Tier and Daphne after releasing Leon. On return, I could empty my inventory and relax.
Who knew ditching one pest would make it this comfy...
Whistling a tune, I started packing my bags.