Breaking the Sneering Ghost Girl
The distribution of rewards was finally over. Now, until the headquarters—or rather, the leaders of the three major factions—issued new orders, all we had to do was occupy the fortress built by the human coalition and wait indefinitely. For the time being, we could enjoy some relatively peaceful days. Though that peace certainly wouldn't apply to everyone.
"Hey, look over there. Is that the one who recently reached the Samgeuk realm...?"
"Wait, isn't the woman next to him the Sneering Ghost Girl, Kang Soye?"
Having successfully wrapped up my little game of playing the hidden master, my next course of action was already set. It was to drag out my adoptive sister, who stood frozen with her head hung low, unable to utter a single word. No, wait. Calling her "sister" felt a bit off now. A walking cum-dumpster—yes, that was far more fitting.
"But wait."
"How did that Kang Soye end up like that?"
As if to prove it, I wrapped my arm around Soye's waist, proudly parading her around. I squeezed her waist and occasionally fondled her ass, yet she couldn't say a word. She simply clung to my side, letting me lead her while everyone watched her get publicly humiliated.
"To think that woman would be dragged around by a man like some common whore, with his hand wrapped around her waist. What a world we live in."
"I knew she had a reputation for being crazy, but I guess her sense of chastity was trash too."
"Well, the succession race is practically over, and his future is incredibly bright. She's probably just spreading her legs to secure her spot. After all, what else can a mere Qi Circulation cultivator offer to a master of the Samgeuk realm besides pleasure?"
"Damn it. If I knew she was that easy, I would've asked her to roll around in the sheets with me. Too late now."
Was it impossible for her to ignore the voices evaluating her? Soye, who had been stumbling along as I dragged her, shot a murderous glare toward the source of the chatter.
"Whoops. Ahem, turn your head away."
"What does it matter? They're practically radiating the fact that they're off to mate. Watching them is exactly what they want."
Ah, a fellow man of culture. Yes, you're exactly the kind of audience I wanted. Dragged along without even being able to hide the fact that she was going to be thoroughly fucked, her dignity was being chipped away piece by piece under the weight of their mockery.
"Where do you think you're looking?"
To make it easier for them to mock her, I grabbed Soye's chin and forced her face toward me. My left hand slid down to squeeze her ass, while my right hand boldly fondled her breasts.
"Ngh..."
The soft flesh mashed beneath my palms. Seeing the notoriously arrogant and psychotic Kang Soye bite her lip and submissively accept a man's touch was incredibly arousing.
"Wow, look at that."
"Lucky bastard. He's going to have a very fun night."
"Fuck, that crazy bitch looks delicious. Goddamn."
"Why don't you go ask her for a turn?"
"Are you insane? Getting killed for hitting on a high-ranking master's woman has got to be the dumbest way to die."
Soye's body flinched at the insults. She knew exactly what those bastards would do next. Those loose-lipped gossips would undoubtedly run straight to the taverns, chug down alcohol, and vividly recount the scene they had just witnessed. They would whisper about how the infamous crazy bitch, Kang Soye, was ultimately nothing more than a cheap female who easily spread her legs. Rumors of her breasts and ass being kneaded by Gang Hayun while she submissively clung to his side like a common whore would spread like wildfire, eventually reaching everyone's ears.
From now on, Soye would never be able to command the same fear and respect. She would fall from being a powerful Tong-un warrior and a prime candidate for succession to a pathetic bitch who spread her legs just to save her own skin. It was a highly desirable outcome. Every time the perception of her being my personal plaything spread, it felt like slapping a name tag on her. It would keep other bastards from sniffing around her, and it deeply satisfied my inner possessiveness.
"Ah...!"
"Hurry up. Pick up the pace."
I shoved my finger through her clothes, grinding it against her anus. Soye gritted her teeth and quickened her steps. It was adorable how her body twitched with every step, her thighs rubbing against the finger firmly wedged against her tight opening.
"Alright, we're here."
"..."
"What's wrong, sister? Relax. It's not like I'm going to eat you alive."
I said it lightly, but who could possibly remain calm in this situation? Her "madness" was actually born of high pride and cruelty—a fake madness that could never withstand this kind of humiliation. The very pride that fueled her tantrums was about to be thoroughly crushed under my heel.
"My, my. To think the title of the Sneering Ghost Girl would go to waste like this. Don't you agree, little brother?"
"Sister."
To be clear, the "sister" I was referring to wasn't the pathetic Sneering Ghost Girl. It was the first sister I had ever claimed, the one who had been lingering around Kang Soye with a suggestive glint in her eyes: Kang Hayeon, the Red Flame Bird, who lived up to her title far better than Soye ever did.
"Ohoho. What's the matter, sister? Please, sneer and look down on us like you always do. As your younger sister, it breaks my heart to see you looking so unlike yourself."
Her behavior, however, was a bit different from usual.
"Well, sister? You usually call me all sorts of names, so why are you so quiet now? Hmm? Come on, say something. You always said people should live according to their station. I guess this is your station now?"
Hayeon clearly had a mountain of pent-up resentment, as she didn't even try to hide her delight while mocking Soye. After all, the title "Sneering Ghost Girl" wasn't given for nothing; it required consistent acts of madness to maintain. And the targets of those psychotic episodes were naturally Kang Hayeon and Kang Su-gong, with whom she was constantly in conflict.
"..."
Kang Soye turned her head as far as she could, pretending Hayeon wasn't there. Perhaps she knew that opening her mouth would only lead to defeat. Yet, a shred of her pride remained; her desperate attempt to ignore Hayeon showed that her spirit wasn't entirely broken just yet.
"Sister. I'm about to fuck her now. What do you want to do? Want to watch?"
I was speaking to Hayeon. It was also a subtle warning—an insinuation that if she didn't leave now, she would be next. But it seemed Soye's past misdeeds were far too severe for Hayeon to pass this up.
"I'm fine staying. In fact, I'd love to help make our dear sister feel good. Hoho."
The sheer malice in Hayeon's eyes—a silent vow to absolutely ruin Soye today—made even me flinch. She must have suffered immensely under Soye's antics in the past.
"Well, in that case... get on your knees."
It was unfortunate for Soye, but today's sex was going to be rough and filthy. I might be treating her as a mere hole now, but not long ago, we were trying to kill each other. Besides, this crazy bitch had actually dared to target my own asshole. No matter how beautiful or cute a woman was, I would never forgive anyone who tried to penetrate my rear.
Plunge!
"Ahk!"
The penetration happened without warning. Without a shred of foreplay, like a starving man devouring food, I shoved myself inside her the moment her slit was exposed. Foreplay? Why would I need that? People said it was too tight without lubrication, but that was nonsense to me. With the raw physical strength behind my thrusts, any dryness was irrelevant. If anything, Soye was the one who had to pray for her own juices to flow. If she wanted even a shred of pleasure while being pounded like a dog, she'd better start dripping wet. When I whispered that in her ear, her response was incredibly brief.
"Fuck... you."
"Ah."
I heard your choice loud and clear.
"You acted so calm and unfazed earlier, but now you're cursing? You were actually scared, weren't you, sister?"
"..."
"I didn't know you had such a cute side, sister. So girlish and vulnerable."
Verbal abuse always worked better when two people teamed up. I began to swing my hips, feeling the dry, tight friction of her walls squeezing my shaft.
Slide, slide, squelch...
It was definitely tight since I had plunged in dry. But since I had never tasted a completely dry pussy before, it felt like a rare delicacy. Besides, the moment a cock was buried inside a vagina, the body's natural juices were bound to flow eventually.
"Ah, your pussy tastes amazing, sister."
"..."
"How's my cock? Delicious?"
"Just like... ngh... you, it's incredibly boring. You don't even know how to please a woman. I can see your level is... ahhh..."
"I don't think so."
There was no way a virgin could remain unfazed after having a cock rammed all the way to the root without any preparation. Proving that her anatomy was no different from any other woman's, Soye's walls desperately clamped down on my shaft. It was as if she were begging, It hurts, please go easy on me. Just wait until I'm wet, please... clinging to me like a desperate child. But there was still one more person in the room.
"Sister. I heard you said some very nasty things to our little brother. Didn't you threaten to shove something up his ass?"
"...! ...Mph."
"You seem too busy panting to pay attention, but I suggest you take a look."
At those words, Soye's head snapped up reflexively. The moment she saw what was in Hayeon's hand, her pussy clamped down hard. Her body instinctively knew that she could never allow that thing inside her. Her inner walls pleaded with me to stop her, but there was nothing I could do.
"I'm going to shove this right up your ass, sister, so look forward to it. Make sure to relax."
In Hayeon's hand was a rotating, spiked wooden club. It was absurdly long and thick, studded with vicious, menacing thorns. No matter how one looked at it, it was a weapon. Just swinging it normally would easily maim a person, but inserting something like that into an anus...
Tap.
"Hiieek!"
As the thick, massive object rubbed against her butt crack, her pussy clenched violently. At the same time, Soye's anus puckered tight.
"My, sister. Did you close your asshole because you're scared? I guess the only thing you learned from your cultivation was how to clench your butt."
"You..."
"Oh my. I suppose you still have some pride left."
Sister, you've really had a hard time.
Stomp.
Hayeon pressed her bare sole firmly against the crown of Soye's head. Like a spectator at a movie theater, I thoroughly enjoyed their erotic drama.
Squish, squelch, squish, squelch...
Feasting on her now-dripping pussy as if it were popcorn.
"You... you're nothing but a parasite clinging to a man! Ah! Who do you think you are?! Ngh... Stop acting so arrogant!"
"Isn't the only arrogant thing here your pussy, sister? Please understand how I feel, having to watch my proud sister whimpering like a bitch."
"In the past... ah! You used to cry and shake whenever you saw me. Did clinging to a man like a leech suddenly give you courage?"
"That's rich coming from a sister who's currently being fucked by that very same man."
Their exchange was highly emotional. The fuse was truly lit when Soye let out a mocking sneer.
"I should have... killed Gang Hayun... just like that brat Gang Na-in... before he could grow... hehehe..."
"Keep flapping that mouth of yours."
"Do you miss your precious Na-in? You might find him if you search my room. Giggle... He should be in one of my drawers, turned into a necklace... Oooogh! Haaark!"
Soye couldn't finish her sentence. The wooden club, as thick as my forearm and covered in sharp, jagged edges, was rammed straight into her anus. She could feel the massive block of wood filling her rear right behind her vaginal wall. Her eyes rolled back, and her pale skin trembled violently.
"You'd better prepare yourself."
".........!!!! Haaah... ah...?"
"Little brother."
Hayeon leaned down toward me. *Slurp, lick.* She lovingly licked my neck and ear before whispering:
"Let's completely ruin this crazy bitch today."
"Killing her would be a bit of a problem."
"Then how about we just completely break her as a woman?"
I didn't mind that. I didn't know if this "Na-in" kid was a boy or a girl, but one thing was certain.
"Squeak?! Hieeeek!"
"Brace yourself. We're finishing you today."
After today, the woman known as Kang Soye was dead. Her chastity and sexual sanity would be completely shattered and rewired, leaving her unable to find pleasure from anyone but Hayeon and me.
Squish, squelch, squish, squelch...
Admiring the high-performance fleshlight convulsing beneath me, I felt the urge to ejaculate rising.
"Ah, I'm about to cum."
"Mmm, are you? Hurry up and kiss me while you let it all out."
Having slept with me so many times, Hayeon had grown quite fond of kissing.
Mwah, slurp, kiss, slurp...
Soye, whimpering beneath us, had long been forgotten. We shared a deep, passionate kiss right over Soye's pale, trembling back.
Slurp...
My body tensed. Sensing the shift, Hayeon blew hot breath into my ear and whispered:
"Shoot it all inside her."
*Spurt! Squelch!*
Since she told me to, I did. Perhaps because it was my first time feeling a pussy that vibrated so intensely around my shaft, the volume of my release was massive.
"Haaah..."
"Good boy, that's it. Just think of her as a toilet you can use and discard whenever you want, and empty yourself completely."
Hayeon gently stroked my hair as if praising a good boy. As she nibbled on my earlobe and whispered in a low, sultry voice, my seed poured out in torrents.
"Make it squirt just like when you fill me up. Good boy... my precious little brother..."
"Phew..."
Having my ear nibbled and my hair stroked by one sister while filling the womb of another... the sense of taboo was off the charts.
*Pop!*
"Ah...!"
Soye collapsed, completely spent from the creampie. As I pulled out, her body convulsed, leaking semen alongside the vicious wooden club. I pulled out a brush I had prepared beforehand. It was dipped in a notorious ink known for being incredibly thick, highly absorbent, and virtually permanent.
"What is that for?"
"For this."
I lifted Soye's trembling thigh and painted a single tally mark: "一". Her skin was so pale and pristine that doing this felt like defiling a sacred canvas.
"From now on, I'm going to add a tally mark every time I creampie her."
"Ah. I love that idea."
"Would you like to try, sister? You can write whatever you want."
Hayeon pondered for a moment, then flipped Soye over and began to write on her buttocks in an elegant, refined script. Once she finished, even she blushed slightly, stealing a glance at me.
"Wow."
It was an incredibly blunt and intense phrase, completely unlike her usual refined self.