공(空)부터 시작하는 곤륜노의 삶 (8)
The name Baek Mujin hung in the air like a foreign coin dropped into a quiet stream. Whoever had named the man, it carried the meaning of a valiant advance into the unknown, and somehow that fit the stranger perfectly.
“Greetings, Master.”
“Jang Seja. I am disappointed today.”
“…I am sorry. But…”
“No excuses. I will not speak of it to the Second Elder, but you will reflect on today’s events yourself.”
“…Understood.”
The path up Wudang Mountain was quiet save for the footsteps of Baek Seryeong, who carried the sleeping Dam Soyul over her shoulder. She nudged Jang Dusik along.
Jang Dusik was the only male disciple at the main branch of Wudang. While outer disciples had many men, among the core disciples there was only him.
So he had been raised with strict discipline, for the sect had hoped this one boy would grow strong and upright.
He had been fed meat often, summoned master-level external cultivators to temper his body, and never let laziness creep in.
Yet looking at Baek Mujin had shown how far he still fell short.
‘Perhaps he possesses some special training method. Or maybe it is a secret manual of external cultivation?’
The way his sword had pierced straight through Jang Dusik’s guard, and the dark, iron-like flesh that had felt like an unbreachable fortress—those things were beyond him.
And then there was the black dragon nestled between his legs…
“Ugh…”
“Master?”
Before the call could even reach him, Baek Seryeong shook her head, trying to shake the vivid image from her mind.
“Please enter, Master.”
“Yes. You worked hard today, Seja.”
“Ugh… Master, I will see you tomorrow…”
“Yes, go inside and sleep well, Soyul-ah.”
After seeing off Soyul and Jang Seja, Baek Seryeong returned to Hyewon Pavilion, her master’s residence.
Along the way, the same man kept circling in her thoughts.
The scenes and sensations clung to her the more she tried to brush them away.
When she had been held in Baek Mujin’s arms, it felt as though she had been perfectly fitted to a sword and its scabbard.
‘…He was so hard.’
A man’s body could be this unyielding.
And above all else, the first man she had ever seen naked. It had stirred such massive waves in the mirror of her heart that her chest still trembled.
“I see you are troubled.”
“Ah… Master. This unworthy disciple has returned.”
“You are indeed unworthy, as we both know.”
Her master’s habitual wordplay always found its mark.
Normally she would have greeted him, then slipped away to meditate, but today her legs refused to move.
“Seryeong-ah.”
“…Yes, Master.”
As if sensing her inner turmoil, her master leisurely stepped onto the veranda.
“Well, I am curious what worry arose after you went to fetch wild goose meat…”
“…You knew?”
“Boys need meat. The elders are always nagging me about it.”
The Master’s understanding tone eased the knot in Baek Seryeong’s chest. If this master who had raised her since she was three could be trusted with secrets no one else could hear, she would pour them out now.
“May I bring a cup of wine tonight, Master?”
“Is it a man’s issue?”
“…No.”
“That is good.”
Baek Seryeong silently fetched the wine jar and cups, then knelt before her master.
The quiet veranda of Hyewon Pavilion, nestled high on Wudang Mountain where the moon hung bright, was cooled by the crisp spring breeze that brushed her cheeks.
“Drink.”
“You and I, Seryeong. You once said men were useless for anything, yet now you have reached the age where you must wonder.”
“This disciple thinks only of martial ways, Wudang, and Master’s safety.”
“Stop with the nonsense and tell me already.”
The wine poured with a soft clink, and the clear aroma rose as the liquid slid down their throats.
“Actually… I met a man today.”
“You are already trembling.”
“…Master.”
“Sorry. This master has never known such a feeling, so I let myself be a little reckless.”
Tears of sympathy welled in Baek Seryeong’s eyes as she continued her master’s suddenly blunt confession.
* * *
“Fucking hell!!”
The noisy noise came from the men’s quarters far from Hyewon Pavilion, where only the male disciples stayed.
It had been quiet until now.
“Help, Seonhyung! Hold it in!”
“How am I supposed to hold it!! That damn foreign bastard!! He dared!! He dared!!”
In Jang Dusik’s mind flashed the face of the man he had watched gutted at Mokwoo Inn—the one he had wanted to kill a thousand times.
Filthy, crude, worthless trash.
‘To dare stain Master’s sacred body…!!!’
He had seen it with his own eyes: the bastard hugging Master while shouting thanks and committing those obscene acts.
‘He will receive divine punishment!!’
Jang Dusik wanted to carve out that bastard’s throat right then, but the fury in Master’s voice had frozen him solid. The helplessness of that moment, combined with the man’s brazen display of his lower body, only fed the rage that burned hotter.
Jang Dusik shoved aside the broken furniture and collapsed into a chair.
“Haah… haah… So what did you find out?”
“Yes, Seonhyung. I learned why the group of that woman and Baek Mujin—the foreign bastard—came here.”
One of the outer disciples, Mok Woojin, the second son of Mokwoo Inn, had come asking questions from outside.
“Tell me.”
“They are hiring a large number of laborers for the new dormitories and training grounds this autumn. That woman is the slave trader who brought the workers, and the foreign bastard and the other men are listed as slaves.”
“Slaves?”
The very idea of a slave committing such a heinous crime made his blood boil.
But what infuriated him most was that Master knew about it and had covered for the bastard.
‘He must know exactly what the bastard did!!’
“Fucking slave bastard…”
A grinding sound filled the room as Jang Dusik’s teeth clenched. In his mind he was already slaughtering Mujin a thousand times over.
Worst of all, that filthy creature had the audacity to step foot in Wudang.
He had to expose the bastard’s true nature and drag him down to the abyss.
“Wait… then who is leading the male laborers?”
“Um… one of our outer disciples will do it. Seonhyung… you are not interested in such petty things…”
“No.”
A sly smile curved Jang Dusik’s lips.
“I will lead them. You are dismissed.”
“This Fenglong Summit is the first time Wudang has hosted it in ten years, Seonhyung. If anything unpleasant happens, Master will be furious.”
“Shut your mouth! We have no choice but to crush that unholy man!”
The slave from far away, with no ties to the sect.
Jang Dusik had to grab him by the collar so he could not even set foot in Wudang, or at the very least make him fall off a cliff where no one would care.
‘Wudang’s peaks are known for their danger.’
If that still failed, one slave falling to his death would be nothing more than a footnote.
* * *
“Chuu, chuwup… haum…”
“Ha… does my cock taste that good to you, sister-in-law?”
“Mmm, chururup… I know everything, so stop asking… chuu…”
Today’s sister-in-law had been especially aggressive.
After a whole wild goose roasted for dinner, the moment she stepped inside the room she had stripped and thrown herself onto him.
Of course, after the third round her strength had given out and he had done most of the work alone, but thanks to her enthusiasm they had both enjoyed themselves immensely.
Slurp, slurp, slurp.
“Uhn… hii…”
Her pussy, half-hidden behind the thick shaft, stretched wide and fluttered around him.
With his thick fingers he rubbed the swollen lips, and the thick load she had taken earlier squirted out with a gush.
“Hueeet…!!!”
As he rubbed the slit still drenched in fluids, her hips bucked wildly and she screamed.
He slapped her dripping pussy and rubbed the head against the flushed face beneath him.
“Arrat, haang… Now… fuck me with that cock… I can’t hold it…!”
“Sister-in-law, if you keep doing this you might not be able to walk later.”
“Huee… still… shove it until my pussy is ruined, okay?”
Well, once a girl had tasted a black dragon like this, she would never go back to ordinary cocks.
Other men’s skinny dicks would be useless.
Sister-in-law would probably never want a world without his cock.
“Mujin-ah?”
“Yes, sister-in-law.”
“The cock… it is standing straight.”
“Lie down and spread your legs. I will make your pussy scream just the way you want.”
“Hueet…”
With all her strength she flipped herself over on command.
She lay flat like a frog, then reached between her legs and spread her dripping slit wide open.
Thick, white semen dripped from the opened pussy in heavy drops onto the sheets.
After three loads had been stuffed inside, the folds were already overflowing with creamy white fluid.
Every time he pushed two fingers inside and scratched her, the walls clenched and squirted more.
“Arung… uuu… hurry…!”
“Got it.”
He lined up the dark, crimson head against her entrance.
It was eager, pulsing as though hungry.
Not spreading itself, but gripping him tightly. Wudang disciples’ pussies were surprisingly tight.
‘What would Seryeong’s pussy feel like?’
Just imagining the celestial maiden’s slit made his cock throb painfully.
He could not wait any longer and drove in to the hilt.
“Hueuk…! The cock is here…!”
“Clench tightly and do not leak anymore.”
“Mmm… I will squeeze… no peeing, aaang!!”
This cock needed no technique or speed. It was enough to smash the bed, make it creak, and crush the womb with raw power.
Thud, thud, thud, thud!
“Ugek! Ahik… haak…!”
He buried himself to the base between her buttocks, the sheets beneath them now soaked.
Each deep thrust made her smooth, hairless back tremble and stain the sheets.
When she grew too tight, he widened her with the thick base and tormented her further.
“My pussy… my pussy is ruined…!!”
“I told you I would make it scream!”
“Aruk!! Miss me, please… I can’t… hueeang!!”
She had already come countless times at peak realm, and he could feel his balls tightening.
He covered her large body and pinned her so she could not escape.
“Sister-in-law, I am cumming.”
“Mmm, cum…! Fill me deep…!”
The final shot went straight into the deepest part of her womb—the place she loved most.
With the Black Heaven Ink Earth Divine Art making his cock even thicker, he pressed the head firmly against her cervix.
“Kuk…”
“Haak, aaaah!!! ”
Squelch! Squelch-squelch!!
He felt her naked body shudder as she gasped for air, skin stretched tight around his buried shaft.
Her whole body convulsed under the powerful thrusts that battered her cervix and womb.
“Ang, huee…! Uuu!!”
Her scream was too loud to tell whether it was a cry or a moan. He drove her head into the pillow.
Her face, soaked in her own juices, was smashed into the damp sheets. Instead of the usual quiet, her pussy clamped down like a vice, squeezing and milking his cock.
“Hue… hold it a little longer.”
“Huegeup…! Uuup…!!”
From behind, he felt her legs pat the sheets.
The tighter he held her, the more he crushed the flooded slit. It was a feeling unlike anything she had ever known.
“Kruk…!”
Finally he emptied the last drops of semen from his urethra deep inside her.
“Kaak… heeek, hek…”
“Sister-in-law, sister-in-law?”
She barely lifted her head, breathing raggedly. Her cheeks were slapped, yet she only twitched and gave no response.
“Passed out again.”
He pulled out, rolled her over, and saw the sheets glowing yellow.
Her neatly trimmed bush was matted and white with cum, and her gaping pussy, still quivering, made lewd sounds as it fluttered.
“Haa…”
Satisfaction and exhaustion washed over him.
Just as he was catching his breath, a loud knocking rattled the door.