A Pirate's Plunder and a Mermaid's Submission
Although the Akgwi Pirates carried themselves with a slouching, arrogant swagger, I didn't let my guard down. We might have outnumbered him three to one, but our opponent was still a master who had reached the Third Realm. With a massive horizontal sweep of his five-ringed broadsword, he deflected the combined onslaught of myself and the elders. It was only natural that the brunt of his power focused on me, as I stood directly in his path at the center...
Slash! Whoosh— "Shit! Is that robe a defensive Dharma treasure? You're wearing something damn precious!" "Hmm." I hadn't expected that. His slash surged like a rolling wave, cutting straight across my chest. Thanks to the Golden Command Robe, most of the impact was deflected, leaving nothing more than a superficial scratch. But conversely, if I had taken that hit without the Dharma treasure, it would have been quite troublesome. It was a classic "get hit if you don't know it" kind of technique.
It was like a tricky ambush, where everything depended on how well you survived the first clean hit. But once you experienced it, you wouldn't leave another opening. "Are you alright, Captain?" "I'm fine! His slashes move with a strange, fluid flexibility. Instead of trying to block them halfway, it's better to crush them head-on."
His slashes were as supple as a serpent and spread wide in all directions like a wave. Rather than half-heartedly blocking or dodging, it was simpler to overwhelm him with raw power, since his destructive force wasn't completely overwhelming. At the same time, our brief clash had revealed which boundary he had pushed to its absolute limit.
"It seems he has reached the limit of Qi. Captain, how did it feel when you clashed with him just now?" "Even though I didn't swing with my full strength, he seemed to struggle slightly. Seeing how he was pushed back in a contest of raw power, he clearly hasn't reached the limit of the Body." "Aha! That means he's at the Second or First Realm of physical refinement at best! This will be over much faster than I thought."
A cultivator at the limit of Qi. He seemed far from reaching the limit of the Body, but what about the limit of the Soul? Either way was fine. As we continued to exchange blows, the truth would naturally reveal itself. We leisurely surrounded him from three directions, maintaining our offensive. We didn't overextend, yet we pressured him into a corner where he would be forced to play his hand. We were like a pack of wolves slowly draining the life out of their prey.
A flute carved from purple jade emerged from an elder's sleeve. Placing the instrument—which made one's vision blur just by looking at it—to his lips, the elder began to play a chillingly beautiful melody.
The hands and lips of the elder playing the flute turned a deep shade of purple as desire took root within him. If even the caster was affected like this, what would it do to the target?
"Argh! Aaagh!" It was a melody of madness, threatening to dye his very bone marrow purple in an instant. Purple veins bulged on Dae-akgwi's neck, but he endured by biting down on his tongue until it bled. However, unable to break free through sheer willpower alone, a worn-out orb rolled out from his robes. The elder—or rather, the Vice-Captain—lowered the flute. Though his attack had ultimately been thwarted, a highly satisfied expression adorned his face.
"Seeing how you had to rely on the power of an artifact to escape, you clearly haven't reached the limit of the Soul either. Though, considering how quickly you broke free, perhaps you were attempting to challenge it?" "Fuck! Fuck you!" "Now, now. Do try to behave with some dignity." With every clash, Dae-akgwi's options and secrets were peeled away, layer by layer. This was the sheer power of numbers. It was an absurdly unfair situation where he had to reveal his hidden cards if he wanted to avoid taking damage. To break through this fundamental disadvantage, he had no choice but to have reached the limits of all three—Soul, Qi, and Body—or call upon some friends. But friends for a pirate? Even if he had them, would they suddenly show up at a time like this? In the end, his options were severely limited.
A hideous, jagged avatar of an evil ghost manifested behind him. The grotesque specter rested its hands on his shoulders before merging directly into Dae-akgwi's body, as if possessing him.
"Bwahahaha! In this state, I possess monstrous strength equivalent to reaching the limit of the Body!" Yet, despite the possession, it seemed Dae-akgwi himself retained full control. "So what?" If you're at the Second Realm, so am I. I swung my club, which was crudely encrusted with three types of stone, intending to test just how much muscle he had gained. However, he was one step faster. "Hahaha!" He was faster at running away. Well, that was the smart move. Unless one was exceptionally confident in their skills, fighting three cultivators of the same realm was sheer madness. However, we still had plenty of tricks up our sleeves. He knew that too, which was why he was fleeing so desperately.
I raised the Red Agate Bow. Sreeeeetch— In the past, pulling the string produced a stiff, discordant friction, but now it drew back smoothly. I could truly feel that I had tamed the Red Agate Bow. The feathers adorning the bow's limbs fluttered richly, spitting out runic characters that wrapped around the obsidian arrow I had personally crafted. It was so precise that it felt less like a crude attack and more like a work of fine craftsmanship. The correct flow, the correct inscription. A black arrow of absolute accuracy, temporarily controlling even the surrounding wind to ensure it never missed, was unleashed. Thrum—! Splat! It struck Dae-akgwi squarely in the back as he fled at high speed.
With a choked gasp, the ominous form of the evil ghost distorted violently. An obsidian wedge, the natural enemy of sorcery, refined by my own hands and doubly empowered by the Red Agate Bow, was more than capable of piercing even the most vicious ghost avatar. Seizing the moment when the flickering avatar dissolved, the two elders closed the distance in an instant. Their coordinated strike slammed precisely into Dae-akgwi's flank and chest. "Aaargh!" A death rattle echoed from a distance, accompanied by a fountain of blood. Listening to that sweet, defeated scream, I pinned his hand to the ground with an obsidian wedge just as he tried to reach into his robes for a last resort. Then, I smiled. As expected, a raid is always better than solo play.
"Cough! Urgh!" "Stay still. Just stay still." The elders busily hammered various restraints into Dae-akgwi's body. They started with palm-wide stakes, followed by binding ropes woven from thorny vines. Finally, they drove hooks glowing with floating runes into his collarbones, securing the other ends to his ankles. Every single tool looked so brutal that it made me wince in sympathy, even though I wasn't the one receiving it.
"Aaaargh!" Clank, rattle, clink.Dae-akgwi thrashed his massive frame in resistance, but it was futile. The more he struggled, the deeper the hooks dug, and the thorny ropes tightened as if to squeeze the very life from his flesh. A murderous glint flared in his eyes as he tried to endure the agony, but...
"Urgh?!" "There we go. Don't spit it out, drink it all, Dae-akgwi. It might taste a bit bitter, but it has a hint of apple, so it's quite palatable." "Gurgle... Cough! What are you feeding me...!" "What do you think? It's a suppression potion that's hard to buy even for a thousand gold pieces. Do you have any idea how much money it takes to brew a potion that works on a Third Realm cultivator? It costs more than most spiritual elixirs." When Dae-akgwi thrashed and spat the liquid out, the irritated elder grabbed him by the collar and growled.
"Fine. If you don't want to take it through your mouth, I'll make a new hole and feed it to you myself." He then pulled out a syringe-like Dharma tool and aimed it straight at the pirate's eyeball... Oh, god. "Aaaaargh!" "Hold still. This tool is a delicate Dharma instrument, not a sturdy Dharma treasure. The needle can't pierce the tough hide of a Third Realm cultivator, so this is the only way."
Tsk, tsk. See? Life would have been so much easier if you had just surrendered quietly. Afterward, the elder fitted an eyepatch-like device over his eyes. With a refreshed expression, he patted the pirate, who was now wrapped up tightly in restraints like a rolled-up kimbap. "Here he is, Patriarch. A fresh, wriggling, delicious Third Realm lunchbox. He'll go wild if you unwrap him, so please be careful." "..." "Is something the matter?" "No. You did well." Why did this elder seem more brutal than the actual pirates?
As he playfully rolled Dae-akgwi around, he added as if suddenly remembering, "Ah, Captain, you probably haven't had the chance to meet me before. I was the master of the Prison Hall within the family." "We had something like that in our family?" "Managing, interrogating, and torturing criminals is my specialty. With the right specialized Dharma tools, I can even extract a portion of their memories." Now that was a highly reassuring skill. As Captain, I welcomed talented individuals with open arms.
Perhaps because he was the head of a sunless prison, the bat-faced elder grinned and gestured with his finger. "He must have a hidden treasury on this island, along with women, booze, and plenty of other things. Care to go on a raid together?" "That is a remarkably pirate-like suggestion." "Well, I am a pirate." We grinned at each other, chuckling as we threw our arms over each other's shoulders. It seemed I wasn't the only one feeling relieved after escaping the suffocating pressure of the family.
Afterward, we plundered the pirate's hidden treasuries and food storehouses scattered across the island to throw a massive feast. Having received proper meals, training equipment, spiritual elixirs, and of course, endless alcohol, the disciples' cheers and praises naturally echoed throughout the night.
A sparkling sky, the crashing of waves, and the scent of the sea. With alcohol, meat, and a crowd of people gathered together... "Now this is the life." And for the record, I didn't mean that metaphorically. I was literally having sex.
"Ah! Ahhh! ♡" "Fuuuuh." A mermaid's pussy was incredibly tight and clingy. I had expected it to be quite different from a Dokkaebi's, but this was on another level. "Move more. Work your hips and squeeze me tight." "Haaah... ♡ I don't know how to squeeze..." "How frustrating." *Smack! Smack!* "Ngh... ♡"
Spanking her cool, smooth buttocks made her pussy clamp down beautifully. "That's what it means to squeeze. Every time I spank your ass, and every time I touch your lower belly like this, you tense up. That's it." "I-I understand..." It was then. *Aaaaaargh!* At the sound of a bloodcurdling scream echoing from the distance, Baek Ryeom froze completely.
"You pirate bastard! Spit out the location of your hidden treasure already!" "Stop! I already told you! Just stop!" "Surely none of you disciples believe his lies! There's no way the fortune of a great pirate who plundered these seas is this pathetic! He must have hidden his real loot somewhere! Hajeo! The fire is dying down! Hurry up and cast your spell!" "Yes, Elder!"
Honestly, it was only natural. Who wouldn't freeze? Right next to us, men were tied to posts while red-hot iron skewers were shoved into their nostrils, eyes, ears, and even their lower orifices. To make matters worse, the men bound to those posts weren't just anyone. It included the Third Realm master, Dae-akgwi, whom we had wrapped up like a lunchbox earlier.
"Bwahahaha! Eat some more sand! I even mixed it with alcohol to make a nice, thick paste, so no need to thank me." "Mmph! Mmmph!" "Oh, by the way, I pissed in there too. Filter it yourself if you don't like it." The Akgwi Pirates' navigator, vice-captain, and even the lowliest deckhands were all strung up and subjected to torture. It was a bit late to realize, but the Dokkaebi were by no means a gentle or kind race. True to their monstrous nature, they took immense pleasure in tormenting and crushing others.
They forced the captives to eat filth-laden sand until their stomachs literally ruptured, and they peeled the flesh from their limbs to relieve the stress of their long voyage. They barely felt any sympathy or kinship toward their own kind, so how could they show mercy to others? While they were slightly hesitant to eat humanoids, they felt absolutely no guilt about eating talking, non-human creatures. In fact, the crab-like, octopus-like, and shrimp-like pirates were currently being boiled in a pot with generous amounts of salt and spices. Oh, how brutal.
At least the humanoid pirates with a pair of arms, legs, and two eyes were spared for entertainment. They must have been terrified. These horned bastards, whom they probably thought were just slightly rowdy but reasonable, were suddenly boiling their crewmates into a spicy seafood soup. The only reason my men had behaved so gently and obediently until now was because I hadn't allowed them to do otherwise. But once the leash on their desires was slipped, they became more cruel and violent than anyone. It was a virtue truly fitting for pirates. *Slurp.* I swallowed a piece of tender steamed fish and ran my greasy hand down Baek Ryeom's back.
"Hieee..." "Don't worry. Unlike those guys, I'm a gentleman. As long as my little mermaid squeezes my cock tightly and acts cute, I'll be perfectly satisfied. You won't have to go through any of that." I wasn't lying; I really wouldn't do that to her. I was a soft-hearted man who couldn't even bring himself to eat monkey meat. So, you know exactly what you need to do now, right?
"Y-Yes... I'll squeeze my pussy as hard as I can. So please..." "Not just hard, but well, right? Anyone can try hard." "..." Baek Ryeom hesitated for a moment before raising both arms over her head, exposing her clean, smooth armpits. "Oh." The movement emphasized her breasts, and her pale, flawless underarms made my cock throb. When I patted her ass as if asking for more, she squeezed her eyes and lips shut and began to sway her body enticingly.
"Ngh... ♡" Watching a lady who had been raised as the precious successor of a merchant group sway her bouncing breasts to please me was a rare treat. I stared at her nipples swinging rhythmically like pendulums, and as if possessed, I leaned in and sucked on one greedily. "H-Ah..." "Keep shaking. More." "Yes..." *Slap, slap.* Her other breast, which I hadn't clamped my mouth onto, slapped against my face with every movement.
Having my cock buried deep inside her mermaid pussy for so long, the urge to ejaculate naturally washed over me. My cock screamed to release its load inside her. I grabbed Baek Ryeom's waist and pumped her like a living fleshlight! *Squish, squish, squish, squish!* "Hyaah! H-Haaah?!" "I'm cumming!" "Yes? Wait, wait! Please, Master... Hngh! ♡" *Spurt, spurt, gush! ♡* "Ah, that feels amazing." "Ah... ugh..."
"Suck it." I tapped her cheek with my messy cock. Baek Ryeom gagged slightly, but she quickly took it into her mouth and began to suck obediently. "Good girl." She was getting good at this. *Slurp, gulp, suck... ♡*