Spoils of War
Realizing it only now, but I think I'm actually a pretty gentle guy. What kind of bullshit is that, you ask? If you're going to react like that, I'll submit the nameless tanned girl pinned beneath me as exhibit A.
"Ack! Urgh! Kah!"
Squelch, squelch, squelch, squelch.
I vigorously plowed her tight, dry cunt, which hadn't even gotten aroused yet. Because of the lack of lubrication, it felt incredibly stiff. It had a unique texture, but it wasn't exactly delicious. It proved there was a reason women produced arousal fluid; her flesh felt like dry chicken breast, friction-heavy and tight whenever I thrust in and out. Aside from the novelty, it wasn't all that great. But hey, who cares?
Thud!
"Hyaah?!"
I rammed my cock all the way to the back of her womb. The outline of my thick glans faintly bulged against her lower abdomen as if it were about to tear through her skin. Under the intense pressure, the protruding spot flushed a deep, bruised red before fading back.
"Oh, oooogh...!"
If she lacked lubrication, I could just solve it with brute force. Even though Dokkaebi naturally possessed tough, durable skin, the flesh of her cunt was soft, tender, and incredibly chewy. It clamped down on me with a tight, hot grip. The fact that I could abuse her however I wanted without holding back earned her some pretty high marks.
"Ugh! Ha-ah! Ack!"
Maybe I was being too rough. The tanned girl was a complete mess. Her ash-gray hair was wildly disheveled from when I had grabbed her by the roots for a doggystyle session earlier, and red handprints stained her provocative, bronze skin. Her shins were already turning blue where she had accidentally kicked my horn while struggling. On top of that, my monstrously large cock was stuffed deep inside her narrow canal, threatening to breach past her cervix and straight into her womb.
"Hngh... Ah! Eeek...!"
The pain must have been excruciating, as her eyes rolled back, showing the whites. Savoring the tight sensation of her raw, unlubricated walls clamping down on my shaft, I gently stroked her forehead as she slowly began to regain consciousness.
"You've got a great grip. Is it the magic of physiognomy? You taste and clamp down exactly how you look."
"P-please... stop..."
"Just wait a bit. I'll give your cunt back after I'm done using it a little longer."
"Don't talk about it... like you're borrowing an item... Hyaaaak?!"
"A fleshlight shouldn't talk so much."
I didn't know her name or her age; she was just a woman I met for the first time today. Stroking her toned, muscular lower abdomen with my thumbs, I gripped her waist—which served as perfect handles—with both hands and began to pump.
Squelch, squelch, squelch, squelch, squelch, squelch, squelch.
"Ngyaaaah?!"
"Ah, fuck, this is so hot. Is it because she's a type I've never had before?"
Being able to ruthlessly plow a raw cunt without giving a single shit about the woman's feelings was truly a blessing. Even if I beat her black and blue or slapped her across the face, this bitch couldn't say a damn thing to me.
"Ah... Ahhh...!"
She could only submissively offer up her body and wait for me to be satisfied. All she could do was close her eyes until the man before her finished using her body for his own pleasure and left. And in truth, I was incredibly satisfied.
Squelch, squelch, squelch, squelch.
"Ah, raw pussy is the best."
Beating them down and taking them by force. Enjoying them for as long as I wanted, and once satisfied, dumping my seed inside and tossing them aside. My shaft was tingling. It was time for a satisfying creampie.
"Hey. I'm cumming."
"...?"
"I'm going to dump my seed inside you."
"...!"
Spurt, spurt, splurt!
I hugged her tight enough to crush her bones so she couldn't escape, then ejaculated. No, it was closer to an act of excretion than mere ejaculation.
"Ah..."
The tanned girl's eyes went blank. Feeling an unknown man's warm semen filling her insides, her body writhed. Thanks to that, her final convulsive clenches were insane, allowing me to squeeze out every last drop from my urethra.
"Phew... That was good."
Slap!
I smacked her bare ass as she lay face down. This was a bit of a ritual for me, something I just had to do. You could call it a certification of conquest, like stamping a seal. It felt great. The psychological satisfaction was off the charts.
Leaving the tanned girl behind, I stepped out of the iron bars. Ah, now that I thought about it, I hadn't even asked for her name.
"Hey. What's your name?"
"A-Ah..."
"You can leave now. And here's your payment."
I tossed a decent Dharma treasure into the cell. As she lay there dripping with semen, her eyes flickered with a complex mix of emotions at the sight of the glowing treasure thrown to her like charity.
"There are plenty of starved bastards outside, but if you tell them Gang Hayun said not to touch you, you'll be fine. Do whatever you want with the rest."
There was no answer. Of course, it didn't matter to me, so I carefully looked for my next target. Having vented my violent urges and lust, I wanted something a bit milder this time. As I scanned the cells for my next fleshlight, I spotted a girl with yellow hair and striped highlights. She had a cute face that somehow reminded me of Pikachu.
"Pikachu! I choose you!"
"Wait...!"
. . . . . . . . . . .
Slurp, slurp.
"Yeah. Suck it like that. Don't use your teeth."
Perhaps because the tanned girl had served as an example, the women after her were quite submissive. Instead of screaming or making excuses, they tightly suppressed even their instinctive resistance.
"Get closer. That's it, squeeze it tight."
There were quite a few women locked up, so there was plenty to go around for a messy, multi-partner session. And now, the last one.
Spurt, squirt.
"...Ngh."
After finishing off the brown-haired girl with a deep creampie, I stood up, feeling refreshed. I nudged the old man, who had been keeping his head pressed to the floor this whole time, with my foot.
"Lead the way. If there's anything useful, I'll let you live."
"You won't be disappointed, young master."
And so, after scraping up every last bit of hidden wealth the other bastards had hoarded away, I finally returned home.
Yagwi City. Inside Gang Hayeon's office within the Gang family estate. Naturally, Gang Hayeon was seated at her desk. She wore a white fur coat draped over her shoulders like a snake. Her soft, light red hair and her haughty, chic expression were incredibly captivating. She looked like a wealthy heiress or an overbearing noble lady, carrying the subtle, intimidating aura of the high class. Well, she actually was high class. But today, her usual noble and arrogant demeanor was nowhere to be found.
"Sister."
"Yes, brother."
I took another step toward her. The distance between us closed to a point where she would normally have ordered me to back off. But she couldn't say a word to me. She had already made similar mistakes several times before.
"Sister. Don't you think this is a bit too much?"
"Ahem."
"That strange merchant group's inspection? Let's overlook that since your hands don't directly reach them. The spy? Fine, let's let that slide too. Who doesn't have a spy? Everyone lives with one or two clinging to them like ticks."
Thud!
I slammed my hand down hard on her desk. It was loud enough to make Hayeon's shoulders flinch.
"But I think this is crossing the line."
"U-Uh, brother, about that..."
"I'll be honest. I think your faction is running like absolute garbage."
"Ugh..."
Gang Hayeon bit her lip. Even if she wanted to deny it, she couldn't. Multiple incidents had already occurred, and every single one of them was the result of her incompetence. I could overlook other things, but when it came to a crucial task like capturing the spirit stone mine, she hadn't handled a single thing properly. Not only did she let a Qi Circulation expert infiltrate her ranks as a spy, but her intelligence was also incredibly sloppy, and she hadn't even provided me with a Dharma treasure or a Qi Circulation-level puppet like Gang Soye had. Even without the spy, things wouldn't have gone smoothly. It would have just ended with Gang Soye's forces, armed with a ridiculously powerful Dharma treasure, wiping out both the mine and Gang Hayeon's army. The only reason this operation succeeded was—not to toot my own horn—because I carried the entire thing on my back. Literally, nothing more, nothing less. I mean, for fuck's sake, she could have at least sent a decent commander. What the hell was she thinking sending that icon of betrayal, old man Chi-o?
"Sister, I can't keep working like this."
"That's..."
"Before we even talk about the ethics of our contract or investment, isn't this a bit too much? If it's about the spiritual elixirs you provided, I made a fortune this time, so I'll pay you back. And I even secured a monopoly on the spirit stone mine. I've really done more than enough."
"Well, brother..."
Gang Hayeon's face visibly crumpled. Seeing the proud Gang Hayeon, who always maintained her haughty demeanor, look so utterly defeated was a rare sight. Knowing I was the one who made her look like this gave me a thrilling rush of pleasure.
Of course, I can't actually jump ship here.
Unfortunately, everything I just said was a bluff. It was simply to tilt our contract more in my favor.
My sister turned out to be a bit more incompetent than I expected, but it can't be helped.
Honestly, even if I walked away right now, no one would view it as a betrayal. After all, I was the one who dragged her faction to victory in the spirit stone mine war and even snatched Gang Soye's Dharma treasure. My reputation within the family was skyrocketing to the point where I was the hottest topic around. If I transferred to another faction at a time like this and made the reasons public, I wouldn't be seen as a despicable traitor, but rather as a brilliant general who served an incompetent lord. The real problem lay elsewhere.
I have nowhere else to go.
Gang Soye? I just stole her Dharma treasure, killed her Qi Circulation cultivators, and destroyed ten of her puppets. If I went to her, I'd probably get assassinated on the spot. Even if she did accept me, I'd have to hand back the Dharma treasure I just looted. Absolutely not. It's my treasure now; who the hell is she to demand it back? This is mine, period. The sight of me popping the heads of Qi Circulation experts with a single click was already deeply engraved in my mind. The eldest son, Gang Su-gong? I had just participated in the mine raid, and who was the one who got him put under house arrest with a whistleblowing punch? I could never join him. In the end, there was only one faction I could stay with.
Sigh, what am I going to do with my sister?
"Wait, brother. Come here and sit down."
Gang Hayeon hurriedly pushed a chair toward me. I pretended to hesitate, wearing an annoyed expression, before sitting down with an air of, well, we go back a long way, so I'll at least hear you out.
"Brother, I understand how you feel. By handing over the spirit stone mine to me, you have indeed repaid all your debts. In fact, your value has skyrocketed compared to before. Ah, and congratulations on reaching the realm of Ta-un. Truly, you are a genius of a thousand generations. Reaching Ta-un in just a few years..."
For the record, there was a reason I could act so boldly in front of my sister.
"It is marvelous. With your talent, you will surely reach Samgeuk, and perhaps even beyond."
I was strong. This wasn't just cheap bravado or the empty arrogance of a low-life who suddenly gained power. I had genuinely become strong. Strong enough to stand my ground and negotiate with Gang Hayeon on equal terms. With the Red Agate Bow in my hands, a single click could easily slaughter three Qi Circulation cultivators. My cultivation realm had also reached Ta-un, the middle stage of Qi Circulation. The mountain-like gap between us had shrunk. Now, we were only one major realm apart. If we factored in her various techniques and treasures, maybe two or three steps? Actually, let's be generous and say five steps. Let's leave it at that. Either way, I was pretty damn amazing now. If my strength were a stock, the red bar would have already pierced through the ceiling.
"Let us have a calm discussion first. To begin with, it is not as if Gang Soye or our eldest brother would welcome you with open arms, is it?"
"...I suppose not?"
Damn. She might have shrunk back a bit, but her sharp insight was still intact. After that, my sister subtly poked at my weak spots, leaving me speechless. Of course, I could have argued back, but doing so would have made the atmosphere incredibly awkward, so it was more accurate to say I held my tongue. In the end, we signed a new contract with terms heavily skewed in my favor.
"...For those reasons, I will organize the troops from this expedition into a separate unit and place them under your command. As for material rewards, since you already possess so much, I will compensate you with a massive amount of contribution points instead. Will this suffice?"
"Hmm."
I didn't need any of that; could I just ask her to sleep with me instead? ...Well, of course not. What was I thinking? She was a woman of immense pride. She would never allow it under these circumstances. Besides, managing my own faction sounded like a pain in the ass anyway, so I'd just take the contribution points.
"I don't need the unit. Instead, just give me one right."
"What is it?"
"The right to hold you whenever I want."
"..."
Her face contorted. Realizing my words could easily be misunderstood, I quickly clarified.
"I mean a hug. A physical embrace."
"Ah, a hug?"
Her face contorted again, but in a different way. It wasn't the disgust from before, but rather a look of utter bewilderment, as if wondering what kind of bullshit I was spewing. In martial arts terms, it was the look one gave to a demonic cultivator who had lost his mind. To put it bluntly, she looked at me like I was a lunatic.
"Yes."
"Why?"
"Because I want to."
"...I sometimes feel that geniuses always have a screw loose somewhere. Is that why they are called geniuses?"
Hayeon tapped the desk with her index finger, lost in thought. After a brief moment of contemplation, she spread her fan to cover her mouth.
"There is a condition."
"Go ahead."
"Only in a place where no one is watching, and only once a month."
"Once a week."
"...Once every twenty days."
"Once every four days."
"Once every ten days."
"Once every three days."
"...Fine! Fine, I get it! I swear, of all the strange people to deal with..."
Sweet.