A Delightful Humiliation
[Chapter 43: The Jar]
And so, the delightful humiliation began.
"Masturbate. Should I use a fancy word and call it 'manual self-comfort'? Whatever."
"Let's try some husband-and-wife roleplay. Try acting like a perfectly demure, traditional good wife. Yeah, exactly like that."
"You get on top and bounce on it yourself. The harder you work, the more people I'll let live."
One by one. Jin-yo, having decided to save the youngest and weakest children first under the pretense of fairness. But at some point, it wasn't just children she was saving.
Moving past the third and second-generation disciples who were basically still greenhorns, she had even started saving the older first-generation disciples.
Considering that the second and third-generation disciples made up a massive chunk of the sect's population, she had saved a staggering amount of people.
And at the same time, what did it mean that so many people had survived?
For a woman named Jin-yo, it meant that her very existence and absolute pride as a 'woman' had been thoroughly, brutally crushed underfoot.
"H-hngh."
"Hey now, if you get teary-eyed like that, it's gonna break my heart. I'm a sensitive guy."
She had separated them into two groups to distinguish those she had chosen to save from those who were still waiting.
Originally, the 'waiting' group should have been the overwhelming majority. But at some point, that group shrank until it was equal in size to the 'survivors' group, and eventually, the roles reversed.
Now, even at a glance, it was obvious that the 'survivors' vastly outnumbered the 'waiting' group.
And all the while, Jin-yo was currently still getting creampied by me.
"I'm cumming! Take it with your pussy!"
"I'm taking it! I will reverently receive my darling husband's cock!"
The threshold of stimulation. They say the first time is always the hardest; this was a woman who used to blush and die of shame just being forced to call me 'Oppa,' but now she was moaning in a voice that was honestly a real treat to hear.
Spitting out lewd lines and committing degenerate, slutty acts that even a whore wouldn't do unless you literally stuffed gold bars into her cleavage.
Smooch♥ Shloooop♥
"Good girl. Maybe it's because you're a martial artist, but are your tongue muscles developed too?"
Damn, her suction is pretty intense. Even when I grabbed her piercings and pulled hard, she only flinched for a second before her lips went right back to expertly slurping on my shaft, looking completely accustomed to it.
Gulp—
"Bleh—♥"
Seeing her stick her tongue out and open her mouth on her own without me even having to tell her made me let out a hollow laugh. Unless my dick was some magical meat-rod that completely tamed a female the moment I dumped a load inside her, that reaction had to be acting.
She really is an incredible woman. Though her body is just as soft and squishy as a proper onahole, she's impressive.
"I'm getting kind of bored. Should I make the other disciples take a turn fucking you?"
".....!"
"I'm joking. Running trains is only hot in porn; in real life, having other guys around is just fucking gross. Not only do you have a bunch of other naked dudes standing around showing off their hard-ons right next to you, but if things get messy, their cum might splash on me. There's a reason fantasies should stay as fantasies."
Besides, I don't have some weird cuckold fetish where I pass around a woman I'm already eating.
"So just focus on serving me well. Ah, was that first-generation disciple the last one?"
When I said I was joking, her tongue, which had frozen stiff, began to fluidly wrap around my glans again. Her wide eyes settled down, and with my cock still in her mouth, Jin-yo nodded.
"You worked hard. Congratulations."
"......"
"So all that's left are the elder-level personnel or those with special positions and status?"
Most of the elder-level fighters were already dead.
Killing or capturing elders is a pretty solid merit, so the moment the battle started, the goblins—blinded by the promise of rewards—swarmed them and beat them to death. The ones left alive weren't the skilled ones who managed to run away; they were just the lucky ones.
And right about then, two welcome faces walked into the grand hall.
"Ew. It smells."
"Master..."
But the moment I saw her, my gaze turned icy cold.
A massive gash tearing right across So-wol's side. She was stumbling, clutching the wound with her hand.
Instead of asking if she was okay, I immediately took action. I slapped every healing Dharma artifact, elixir, and talisman I had on her until the wound finally started showing signs of closing.
"Hngh... thank you."
Only then, looking like she could finally breathe again as blood and vitality returned to her body, So-wol swayed slightly. As if the sudden surge of life force was a bit too much to handle.
Stumbling for a moment, So-wol looked at me holding her shoulders and spoke.
"Master."
"Yeah. Did it hurt? Want me to kill all those bastards? Or do you want to kill them yourself?"
"......What did you just say?"
Jin-yo, currently completely covered in semen, trembled as she spoke.
Of course, I wasn't going to kill all of them. But the elder-level bastards who were still alive... I hadn't made any promises about what to do with them, so killing them all wouldn't break any rules, right?
Besides, considering their status and age, they were the perfect candidates to take responsibility for all this.
"No."
"Then?"
"I would like you to spare them."
"Alright."
The answer left my lips as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Even if the words were spoken lightly, the promise behind them was not.
At my command, all the surviving members of the Kunlun Sect, regardless of whether they were elders or third-generation disciples, were released.
"Ah, I'm just saying this in case you get any funny ideas, but don't even think about leaving Mount Kunlun. You know how rabid the other Yokai have been lately, right? With the handful of you left, you'd struggle to beat even a single initial-stage Qi Circulation realm Yokai. Just stay here. If you do, at the very least, the Yokai won't touch you."
Plus, keeping them all gathered in one place would make it way easier to come back and fuck them later.
Jin-yo had thoroughly—and I mean disgustingly and lewdly—enjoyed getting her body used, but the other female disciples hadn't. I needed to gather all the female disciples and roll them around eventually, but since I hadn't killed the Heavenly Demon yet, saving it for later was fine.
They seemed to hesitate.
Obeying my words so easily was hard to believe, and they probably didn't want to trust me anyway. But this was their home, the roots of their very sect—where else were they going to go?
The funny thing was, even as everyone was bewildered and trying to process the situation, absolutely no one paid any attention to Jin-yo, who was currently dripping with my semen.
Were they, in their own way, trying to spare her any more shame since she had sacrificed herself for the sect? Or were they just feeling disappointment and disgust toward a woman who had just been pinned under a Yokai acting like an utterly vulgar whore?
Either way, unable to join any group, Jin-yo was just staring blankly into space. Wearing an expression that seemed to be asking if all this was just a nightmare.
"Hey."
"Yes. My Lord."
"This should be enough to consider the Kunlun Sect fully conquered, right? Honestly, I feel like even a single late-stage Core Formation realm Yokai could break through this place now."
"This is more than sufficient, My Lord."
I draped some oversized clothes over Jin-yo and left the grand hall.
Alongside So-wol, who was muttering to herself as if reviewing a battle in her head, occasionally leaning her body as if taking a martial arts stance.
I didn't bother talking to her or disturbing her. While it might not have been a state of absolute enlightenment, it looked like she had gained some pretty valuable experience.
Eventually, after some time had passed, I was finally able to hold a conversation with So-wol.
"I apologize. It was quite an impactful experience."
"Yeah. What happened? With that guy who calls himself the Sect Leader."
I yielded him to So-wol because he looked like a mob that would give a ton of EXP, but who knew she'd come back with her side blown open?
Even if So-wol had recently gotten obsessed with martial arts, she was still a late-stage Core Formation Yokai armed to the teeth with Dharma artifacts and talismans. Logically speaking, it was a fight she literally shouldn't have been able to lose.
"First of all, I was outmatched in martial arts."
"I imagine so."
Our girl might have some serious talent, but her opponent was the Sect Leader of a major sect. The absolute pinnacle of Kunlun. Trying to cross swords with a guy like that wasn't going to be easy.
"He wove spells and barriers seamlessly into his martial arts. It was fascinating."
"Really? Well, that makes sense."
Despite his low realm, that Sect Leader guy was still technically a cultivator. Considering they were essentially a branch of a cultivation sect, it made sense that he would combine martial arts with spells.
"Are you planning on copying him?"
She shook her head.
"No. It was undeniably more powerful than using martial arts alone, and the synergy was clear. But... that was not true martial arts. It wasn't martial arts containing spells, but rather using spells to puppet martial arts."
? What's the difference?
"So you don't like it?"
"It may sound like I am being stubborn. But yes."
"It doesn't 'sound like' it, you are being stubborn."
"......."
"Still, there's no point forcing you to do it if you hate it; the efficiency would be garbage anyway. I only let you learn martial arts because you wanted to, it's not a big deal. You don't have to."
"Thank you."
"Anyway, did you catch any clues for advancing to the next realm? Whether for martial arts or the Qi Circulation realm."
"For both. A little."
Then that's good enough. Seems like it was a pretty profitable trip.
"Since we went all out, we need some rest anyway, so take the time to digest everything you learned. We're going to camp out and recover at the Kunlun Sect for a bit before moving on."
"Yes."
So-wol's eyes were still glued to somewhere else. I gave the ass of my naughty servant, who was daydreaming in front of her master, a firm slap.
Four days passed.
And I was currently enjoying plenty of rest while playing deeply and thoroughly with the female disciples of the Kunlun Sect.
I originally planned to just rest for a day and leave, but So-wol kept asking to delay because she felt she was on the verge of grasping something, and before I knew it, four days had gone by.
"H-hngh."
"Nnngh."
Beneath me lay the pinned women of the Kunlun Sect. With this, there wasn't a single woman in the Kunlun Sect I hadn't fucked.
I had literally violated the entire sect.
So-wol was still frantically wandering around, loitering in the Kunlun Sect's archive pavilion and other places where traces of martial arts were left behind.
"Is martial arts really that fun?"
It happens sometimes. People who discover a late passion, sink ridiculous amounts of money and time into it, and become so obsessed it starts ruining their daily lives.
They say late-blooming pleasure is the most dangerous; am I mistaken for thinking So-wol looks exactly like that right now?
Sigh. Or maybe this is actually a good thing?
If she actually gets results out of this, great. If not, whatever, it's not a bad thing. Flames that burn too intensely usually burn out fast anyway.
If she hits a dead end doing this, who knows, she might unexpectedly turn her eyes back to actual cultivation.
Spuurrt—
I dumped a load into the pussy of a slender female disciple and left the room. And then, I saw her.
"Sister?"
"It hasn't been that long... well, actually it hasn't. Anyway, have you been well, little brother?"
Why is my sister here?
"For the record, this isn't my true body, it's an artificial possession puppet. Its strength is merely at the mid-stage of Core Formation, and I haven't even transferred my soul into it, merely imbued it with a fragment of my consciousness. It's a toy with no value beyond acting as a messenger."
"Ah, I see."
My sister called me down to the base of Mount Kunlun, brought me to a spot where a concealment Dharma artifact was already planted, and then the atmosphere turned dead serious.
"Little brother."
"Yes."
"This recent raid. Weren't there many things about it that felt strange?"
"Ugh. More than a few."
If it hadn't been an absolute order from the family, I never would have done it. If they were itching for a war, they should have attacked a cultivation sect; why do something like this? They even mobilized Qi Circulation realm fighters for it.
"Before that, let me ask you one thing. Who is the master of Night Demon City?"
"Obviously, it's the City Lord of Night Demon City."
It was true that the Kang Clan, the Pasu Sect, and the Baekyo Valley managed Night Demon City. They monopolized the massive logistics, wealth, and resources of the city, but conversely, that was all they did.
"Core Formation. Qi Circulation. Three Extremes. And the Harmony Realm. For a single race to settle down and have their rights recognized in this harsh world, the Three Extremes are not enough. The existence of a Harmony Realm cultivator is an absolute necessity. City Lord. Patriarch. It matters not what they are called. Those are merely honorifics meant to elevate them."
Night Demon City had a City Lord in the Harmony Realm. An existence revered like the guardian deity of the Night Demon race, known to the world as the Night Demon City Lord or the Night Demon Patriarch.
Even Kang Baek-jin was merely clinging to the very edge of the Three Extremes. He was the head of a massive clan that controlled a third of Night Demon City, but that was all he was.
"The City Lord of this generation was quite a unique individual. You are too young to know, but in the past, I once had the honor of seeing the City Lord from afar."
"But why bring this up now?"
"Do you know why Night Demon City faces no checks or interference despite being located right next to a human nation? It was because even the strongest human sect nearby only had a single old monster in the Harmony Realm. Neither side had enough power to definitively end the other, so they forged a treaty."
"The Kingdom of Seohang (Xigang Kingdom). The Jar of the West. Isn't that quite an amusing name?"
"No way."
"I heard the old monster on the human side prepared it as a gift of peace. They basically told us that if the Yokai ever needed humans, we should carefully preserve them in a jar and eat them as we please. It was a moment that truly showcased the overwhelming authority of the City Lord."
Normally, the slaughter of humans should have ended at an appropriate level, just like always. Like that Yacha bastard or whatever the Kunlun Sect Leader had mentioned. We were supposed to kill a moderate amount and leave the population intact, like grazing livestock.
But right now.
"I shall deliver the family's new orders. Slaughter them all. Leave not a single one alive. The family—no, Night Demon City—has decided to shatter the livestock pen known as the Kingdom of Seohang, jar and all, and use it for cultivation."
"...Did the City Lord perhaps."
"Stop. Speaking lightly of that person will only bring disaster upon you, little brother."
My sister—or more accurately, the puppet imbued with her consciousness—creaked mechanically. At the same time, she held out a memory transmission Dharma artifact.
"It is a summary. You will be busy for a while, so read that quickly and slaughter everyone in the Heavenly Demon Cult, as well as every single human in your path. The nation itself is a massive altar laid with a gigantic sacrificial formation; it is no different from an alchemy furnace shaped like a jar. The more flesh and blood that is spilled onto the earth, the faster the great undertaking will automatically be achieved."