Chapter 39
Chapter 39
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 39
Chapter Title: In the Name of the Murim Alliance
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Thud. Thud. Thud.
The heavy noise shattering the passage's silence showed no signs of stopping. My hips thrust steadily into Soso without the slightest waver as I held her aloft, my shaft buried deep.
"Ha-ah! Hngh, ngh! Se-Senior Brother...!"
Soso clung to my neck, her body shaking uncontrollably as she let out pitiful moans. Her voice, ragged from the impacts and laced with heavy breaths, carried an obscene edge. Wet squelching sounds filled the passage.
I poured thick globs of hot semen deep into her womb time and again. Each time, Soso shuddered in convulsions, burying her face in my shoulder. I gripped her limp, exhausted body tight and worked my hips to wring out every last drop.
Spurt!
Only after the final load soaked her insides with heat did my movements finally cease.
"Haa... haa..."
I panted roughly, resting my head on Soso's shoulder. She gasped for air in kind, her breaths coming in heaves. Her sweat-slicked skin burned hot against me.
We shared our warmth like that for a long while before I adjusted the limp girl in my arms and tilted her body.
That's when the semen I'd flooded her with began trickling out of her pussy in a steady stream. Thick white fluid trailed down her thighs. Pucker, pucker. Her bald little slit spitting out my seed was a sight worth watching.
There was still plenty left inside. To coax it all out, I slipped my fingers in and stirred. With each motion, the remnants glorped forth in a gush.
Soso peered down at the spectacle between her legs, her eyes widening with curiosity and wonder. She seemed fascinated by the sheer volume of hot liquid that had filled her.
"Wow..."
Her soft exclamation drew an unwitting chuckle from me.
The reason for scooping it out was simple enough. No sense risking it dripping down under her skirt while we walked and catching some bastard's eye. We'd kept it hidden, but a few already knew we'd been entangled. Still, no need to advertise the fact. Precious as a man's cock might be, nobody parades theirs openly... well, almost nobody.
Splat. I was satisfied only after the last clump emerged.
Looked like most of it was out. I set Soso down and meticulously straightened her disheveled clothes. When I wiped the semen stains from her skirt with my sleeve, she giggled as if tickled.
All set. Finally, I buried my nose in the nape of her neck and inhaled deeply. Sniff. A faint fishy tang lingered amid her scent, but it soon dissipated, leaving only the warm, milky aroma that was pure Soso.
Of course, if any other bastard dared sniff her, I'd kill him with my own hands, no matter who he was.
I led Soso away from the iron gate. With a long creeeak, the massive door began rising agonizingly slowly.
Beyond it lay a massive pile of rubble, completely sealing the entrance in its collapse.
I strained my enhanced hearing for sounds past the gate. Nothing but crumbling rock—no demonic presences or noises.
Apparently, they'd all been crushed flat while Soso and I were lost in passion.
Time to get out. I pondered briefly. What had this secret cave expedition yielded? I'd scanned the plaza earlier upon entry—no obvious treasures or manuals of value.
Just this ominous magic sword at my waist?
No.
By empowering three peak experts—Moyongbi, his guard, and the Blood Path Guest—and sensing their auras firsthand, my mental strength had grown tremendously. Far more solid and profound than before. Not a bad haul at all.
I resolved to exit the cave.
"Senior Brother... I'm so sleepy..."
Soso rubbed her eyes and whined. With the tension gone and our bodies mingled, drowsiness had set in. Without a word, I turned and offered my back.
"Hop on."
Soso latched on familiarly. Piggybacking her, I headed for the cave mouth, patting her soft, pliant buttocks along the dark passage.
How far had we gone when faint light appeared ahead? The outside world. The trip in had dragged on fighting demons, but with no obstacles now, it felt instantaneous.
Cool night air brushed my face as I stepped out.
Night had fully fallen. Around the entrance, Byeok Cheonwi and the Azure Dragon Squad—along with warriors from the righteous alliance—had set up camp, torches blazing. Tension etched every face.
They all turned as one when I emerged carrying Soso on my back.
"We're back."
I spoke calmly.
"The demons... look like they're all dead."
The taut tension encircling the cave mouth melted away. Sighs of relief rose from all around. At last, the nightmare felt truly over.
But the relief was fleeting.
"Damn it, so we wasted our time and got nothing?!"
One unorthodox ronin spat roughly, venting his frustration. His words ignited the smoldering embers.
"At least we kept our skins intact."
"Should've known better than to stick our necks out."
Disappointment spread like a plague. Even the righteous ones feigning composure couldn't hide their darkening expressions. For some, this delve meant their livelihood—hard to fault their feelings. Not every unorthodox fighter was a mindless slaughter fiend. But as things stood, it might spawn desperate brigands aplenty.
Thankfully, no eyes lingered covetously on the magic sword at my waist. I'd fully suppressed its demonic energy before emerging, just in case. It passed for a plain, if darkly ominous, blade now.
In the grim mood, Byeok Cheonwi cleared his throat and stepped forward.
"No need to worry, everyone!"
All eyes snapped to his booming voice.
"You all saw it—that colossal wrought-iron gate sealing the plaza entrance!"
A few tilted their heads.
"We'll split it equally among us all!"
"What? Squad Leader, how do we even haul something that heavy?!"
A burly man who'd tried and failed to budge the gate earlier bellowed in disbelief.
"No issue. The five of us gave it a go earlier—it lifted fine."
Byeok Cheonwi grinned leisurely and nodded toward the Blood Path Guest. Every gaze shifted to the sinister man reeking of blood.
The Blood Path Guest let out a dry "Hah" at the stares, as if it were absurd. But he nodded once in silent assent. With an unorthodox peak expert's backing, even the rowdy rogues fell quiet.
Now a righteous warrior ventured cautiously.
"But Squad Leader, how exactly do you plan to divide it?"
"I said it already—equally."
"No, I mean... how do we cut that solid wrought iron?"
Byeok Cheonwi made an "Ah" face, then barked a hearty laugh.
"Worry not! Our Murim Alliance Leader wields Sword Gang! One request, and he'll slice it in the blink of an eye!"
Exclamations erupted from the crowd.
"Ooh... Sword Gang!"
"Worthy of the Murim Alliance Leader!"
Sword Gang—the ultimate realm of compressing inner energy into blade form. An expert like that could carve wrought iron like tofu. Byeok Cheonwi's words dissolved all doubts like melting snow.
Grinning in satisfaction, he seized the momentum.
"So if anyone's keen to join the Murim Alliance, come to me—Byeok Cheonwi! Or our Vice Squad Leader Shadowless over there works too!"
Why drag me into this?
Gazes swiveled my way. I waved them off emphatically, as if to say it was news to me. Vice Squad Leader? I'd told him no, yet he kept prodding.
Byeok Cheonwi looked mildly disappointed, then coughed with a hem and pressed on.
"Anyway! In the Murim Alliance's name, we'll distribute equally to all—bear that in mind!"
"You're righteous folk too. Why should we trust you?"
One ronin challenged him with a sneer, arms crossed.
Byeok Cheonwi smirked back.
"Then handle the split yourselves, fair and square?"
The ronin's face hardened. He glanced around. Unorthodox warriors eyed one another with suspicion and wariness. They averted his gaze when it landed. Trust was nowhere to be found.
The ronin fell silent a moment, then bowed his head.
"...We'll leave it to you, Squad Leader."
Righteous weren't saints, but they beat a band of pure opportunists. Especially the Murim Alliance, pledged to martial peace—and its direct enforcer, the Azure Dragon Squad Leader. Whatever his motives, he'd have to uphold the banner of justice.
"Good. I'll take that as no complaints."
Byeok Cheonwi nodded firmly and bellowed.
"Everyone, present your faction badges! No badge? Write your affiliation and name in the registry! Not one soul left out!"
At his command, the Azure Dragon Squad sprang into orderly action. They wove through the righteous and unorthodox clustered by torchlight, collecting badges or logging names. Under Byeok Cheonwi's direction, the chaotic entrance steadily regained order.