Dubious First Defeat
"Ugh... fuck. This is straight-up creepy."
The three maids who'd just entered Namgung Hyo's body were elite female experts handpicked from Sima's forces for their outstanding performance. As expected from top-tier experts, they had substantial inner energy that suppressed their aging, giving them undeniably alluring appearances—but they're all over sixty, goddamn it... bleh! The memory of glimpsing their true forms during the test made even the tiniest spark of lust fizzle out, plunging me into a state of enlightenment.
Oblivious to it all, Namgung Hyo was grinning like an idiot. I clicked my tongue and rummaged in my pocket, where a hidden talisman peeked out between my fingers. Clutching my pounding chest, I tore it apart and looked up. In an instant, the walls and door of Namgung Hyo's room vanished, revealing him kneading the young women experts' bodies like dough.
Oh... this is fucking wild.
This was my assigned training ground, but I'd partitioned it off with screens to create a massive dome, then asked Sima to lay down a formation—my personal playground. I'd buttered him up with extra zombie control talismans and god knows how much sweet-talking...
The formation's effect was simple: two smaller circles nested sequentially inside a large one, like matryoshka dolls. From the central circle where Namgung Hyo was, he couldn't perceive the outside, but from everywhere else, we could see him clearly. A wuxia magic mirror, basically.
Kuh... Sima's got some brains, huh? No wonder he mastered sorcery and illusions handling zombies—he nailed my half-assed explanation perfectly. I couldn't help but admire it.
"Ah... ga... ga..."
Turning my head, I saw Seol Hwarin sprawled on the ground, her neat black hair splayed out, her face frozen in shock. She could see Namgung Hyo's vulgar display crystal clear right now. Of course, I—standing at the outermost edge with him—remained invisible to her. Not that she'd have the luxury to look around in her state.
Watching her tremble like a wounded deer at the explicit scene inside the formation, my lips curled up. Her plum blossom-embroidered daoist robe strained against her overwhelmingly massive chest, jiggling in sync with her shivers—another perfect viewing highlight. Lust surged unbidden.
Even after awakening my powers and bedding countless women, I'd never seen tits like that.
The devs... they did this on purpose, didn't they?
Glancing sideways confirmed it: Dokgo Hwaryeon was glaring at Seol Hwarin, biting her lip. The deep defeat in her eyes was a first.
Shit... if I fuck this up, she might kill her before I get a taste.
I calmly approached Dokgo Hwaryeon and gently wrapped an arm around her shoulders.
"What're you staring at, sis?"
"Uh, huh?"
She jolted, her eyes darting around frantically.
"Jealous or something?"
I stroked her chest bluntly. She didn't hate my touch, but her uncharacteristic squirming betrayed her lack of confidence in her slender figure.
"You prefer something like that over your own 'charm,' right?"
She chewed her lip again, but her eyes fixed on me with a glimmer of hope. My heart tickled at the sight.
Size doesn't matter.
As long as it tastes good.
Ignoring her words, I flashed a mischievous grin and trailed my hand down her upper body. Her nipples, stiff with excitement, brushed my palm.
"Hng..."
I rolled them slowly between thumb and forefinger, drawing a heated moan as she leaned into me.
"What matters more? Like it or not, you're my woman—that's the important part, isn't it?"
"Haa... San-ah..."
Her heavy breath met mine as she demanded silent affirmation through our lips. Sticky saliva stretched like candy threads, our tongues devouring each other messily, lips glistening in the light.
Was the sight amusing? She smirked.
"Kek. True—as your woman, I shouldn't show such an unsightly face."
"Well... it was kinda cute, so I didn't mind."
"Eut!"
She tried brushing off her jealous outburst, but no dice. Her hands roamed my body softly, yet she turned her head away with a pout.
"Did you have to point it out?"
"The more I tease, the cuter you get... how could I resist?"
I stroked her hair gently, and she melted back into my arms with the happiest expression, exhaling hot breath. She'd wring me dry again today.
Though I'll be the sore one by the end...
While I reaffirmed her confidence and love with this affection, the training ground drama escalated.
Namgung Hyo was finally balls-deep with the three white-haired beauties. Whether from some drug or seduction arts, his eyes bloodshot, he thrust endlessly—deepening Seol Hwarin's stunned horror outside.
"Sis, wanna sample some spice again?"
I nodded toward despairing Seol Hwarin. Lingering jealousy flickered; unlike her usual self, Dokgo Hwaryeon smirked widely and nodded.
"Hehe. Let's."
Our plan for breaking her: good cop, bad cop. Seol Hwarin was a game main heroine, after all—no point turning her into a mindless fuckdoll like Dang Soso. Better to train her into an obedient loyalist(?).
Sis tortures her, then I comfort. Perfect.
Her ex-lover entangled with old hags before her eyes, daily torment fraying her mind. If I'm the only one showing affection and whispering love... what would Seol Hwarin become?
A loyal pup like Tier?
I chuckled slyly as Dokgo Hwaryeon, preparations done, stepped forward. Whips and wax-dripping ropes dangled ominously from her bundle.
As her footsteps reached the formation's edge, Seol Hwarin finally noticed and startled.
"Wh-who are you?!"
Seeing a woman, her guard eased slightly. Pathetic righteous sect upbringing—too naive. Dokgo Hwaryeon would treat her harsher than I ever could...
I told her she could go all out, no holding back.
Especially since Dokgo Hwaryeon might snap if she fixated on Seol Hwarin's virginity and massive tits—I'd even yielded that. Leaving her cherry intact during torture felt weird anyway, and I didn't want to hear her whining about purity...
Watching intently, I followed Dokgo Hwaryeon entering the room. That familiar wooden baton from tormenting Dang Soso's pussy hung at her waist—customized, it looked eerily familiar.
Wait... is that mine?
She loved fellatio after all my stories; the baton's shape matched my cock perfectly, like she'd memorized it orally.
Dildo-junkie Heavenly Demon...
Thinking of her crafting a replica and masturbating to thoughts of me made my lips curl.
Gotta creampie sis tonight too.
By then, Seol Hwarin's clothes were stripped, leaving her naked and wrists-bound, hanging from a structure. From her dainty toes up her luscious legs and bushy mound, to her meaty ass proportional to her tits—my eyes wandered greedily.
Despite martial training, her natural padding clung softly. Those overwhelming breasts and areolae intimidated, clashing with her baby-faced doe eyes. Saliva gathered unbidden.
Even with the formation blocking Dokgo Hwaryeon's view of me, I sweated, glancing at her nervously.
Whoa... so this is what a true beagle girl looks like?
Writhing from the ropes twisted her body, sending fleshy waves rippling above and below her slim waist. If Dokgo Hwaryeon was peak slender, Seol Hwarin was peak voluptuous. My balls tightened at the clash of this world's top powerhouses.
Gulp.
Swallowing nonstop drool, the real torture began.
Slap!
"Aheuk!"
Predictably, first strike: titty slap. Despite my soothing, her palm whipped across Seol Hwarin's chest instinctively.
"Kuh!"
Physical pain hit Seol Hwarin, but Dokgo Hwaryeon groaned as if struck mentally. Wasn't this her loss by default?
Gripping sweaty palms at this nail-biter between the world's strongest, I unwittingly pulled popcorn and a camcorder from my inventory. My inner director screamed.
This... has to go online. No question.