A Kunlun Servant's Life, Starting from Nothing (4)
"Hey there, Baek. Breakfast."
"Ah, thanks."
I'd just come back from taking a satisfying dump in a corner of the woods when Uncle Park brought me a bowl of porridge. The slaves' morning meal was a sorry affair — scraps of meat so tiny they looked like they'd fallen out of a cup of instant ramen, floating in the gruel. I stirred with my spoon and found a big chunk of meat hidden at the bottom.
I did pump a lot into her last night.
The thought of Aejin slipping extra meat into my porridge on the sly made me smile. A proper little female, already playing housewife.
"Come on, let's go eat together."
"Alright."
I matched Uncle Park's hunched gait and walked slowly back to camp. He used to be some kind of assassin, apparently. Now he did slave labor with a destroyed dantian.
Just imagining it makes my skin crawl.
In a martial world overflowing with honor and principle, a destroyed dantian meant your life as a martial artist was over. Period. And he'd been an assassin, so he probably had no shortage of enemies. Maybe that was why he'd chosen the inconspicuous life of a slave.
In this novel I'd been dumped into — the gender-reversed erotic martial arts story Unification of the Martial World — a destroyed dantian meant something even more horrific.
How the hell are dicks and pussies the dantian?
Men here had a hard ceiling baked into their biology. At best they reached First-Rate; with real talent, they might barely scrape past Peak Realm. Women, with merely decent talent, blew past Peak Realm. The so-called geniuses sat at Transcendent Realm. Stack luck and a fateful encounter on top of that, and you got an absolute master of the grandmaster class.
The protagonist's master was one of those absolute masters, I think.
It wasn't like dantian size alone decided who was a master — but if your internal energy was too pitiful, there was nothing you could do. And given that setting, Uncle Park's destroyed dantian meant...
"Ugh..."
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing. Clothes are just too small."
I'd snuck a glance while we were washing together. The devastation had been beyond words. The size. The scars.
"Where the hell have you been?"
"Ah, just went to take a piss."
Aejin was as prickly as ever. I scratched my head and answered.
"Cover yourself up. A man walking around looking that indecent..."
"What am I supposed to do when the clothes are this small?"
Hemp trousers with my crotch bulging out of them. A hemp shirt that showed off solid pecs and abs. Ebony skin stretched over a perfect inverted-triangle physique, gleaming in the morning sun. The more I cultivated the Black Heaven Ink Earth Divine Art, the more my body turned that jewel-like ebony.
"Ha... so Aejin's riding that every night?"
"Didn't you hear her yesterday? Sounded like she was dying."
"You two, shut up!"
I could feel every pair of eyes in camp on me. Slave trader Aejin, four escort warriors, and about a dozen male slave laborers like Uncle Park. The women all swallowed hard. The slaves muttered among themselves.
"You seen that Kunlun slave's cock?"
"Motherfucker. Heaven's got no mercy. After seeing that, my dick won't even get up. The vanity of life, man. Won't get up."
Whether it stood or not, a Cheeto-dick like that talking about the vanity of life... That one at least still had some libido left. He'd always looked at me with envy.
That's the normal reaction.
I tugged at clothes too small to even close properly and stepped into the cage.
"You trying to die?"
"Shit—you scared me. Make some noise, would you?"
Aejin had snuck right up on me, face flushed, snapping. She had a real talent for getting a guy hard first thing in the morning.
"My sisters heard everything, and so did every last one of those slave bastards!!"
She'd slipped over while everyone was getting ready to leave, hissing under her breath. Even in a reversed world, people had different values. Aejin was more into private, devoted sex between two people than putting on a show.
"Noona, I told you to cover your mouth."
"Y-you... you're on hunting duty starting today. You bastard."
I'd satisfied her so thoroughly last night and this was the thanks I got? I snorted and answered.
"Then I won't do it with you starting today either."
"What?"
"I won't... mix bodies with you. I'll just do it with those other escort ladies over there."
Aejin's subordinates were shoving slaves into the cage. Even at a glance, they were clearly eavesdropping and watching our faces. They were about Second-Rate. Aejin was First-Rate — she could handle them all by herself.
"You're dead, Baek Mujin."
"You sure? Noona, if I die, you'll have to settle for those tiny-dicked kids over there."
Her gaze flicked to the wagon behind us, then dropped back to my crotch. The hemp trousers were already thickly tented from a half-erection. I flexed on purpose, and my cock visibly twitched against the fabric.
"..."
Slave trader Aejin wasn't about to fuck slaves with destroyed dantians. And even if she went to a brothel and picked the best of the lot, she'd still just get a slightly thicker Cheeto.
Well, yeah. This is a gender-reversed erotic martial arts novel where men are pathetic.
Every clan head was a woman. Every sect leader was a woman. The abbot of Shaolin was a woman. The leader of the Martial Alliance was a woman. Hell, even the Heavenly Demon of the Sun-Moon Divine Cult was a woman. There wasn't a single place where a woman wasn't in charge.
Ah, except the Emei Sect — that one was a brotherhood of male monks, packed with camaraderie.
Anyway, fuck. How the hell did the protagonist wait until the epilogue to get laid?
I couldn't understand the original protagonist at all. He'd built a whole harem, carted women around by the wagonload, and he was even decent-looking. Once I had some breathing room, I kind of wanted to see what kind of hopeless late bloomer lived like that.
"...You son of a bitch."
"Wonder who was howling like a bitch last night."
"I am actually going to kill you..."
I could see real fury starting to gather in Aejin's eyes, so I eased off and soothed her.
"Don't get so angry, Noona. You know I've only got you."
"...Those slave bastards are going to think I'm a joke...! Some bitch who gets railed by a man and moans like a whore!"
Guess she didn't mind her sisters hearing. And honestly, getting railed by this cock and moaning was the correct response. If you took this thing and still didn't make a sound, you'd have cultivated Diamond Body all the way down to your pussy.
"Hold your head high. Why do you care what a bunch of slaves think? Just go around bragging that you've had a cock this size. Plenty of witnesses right here."
"I-is that how it works?"
"Of course."
Aejin was a little dense. Which I liked even more. Meant I could fuck her without overthinking it. I caught her as she scratched her head and asked one last thing.
"Ah, you did your qi circulation last night, right?"
"Uh, uh... yeah. I did."
"Good. I figured you'd pass out halfway and forget again."
"If I get pregnant I can't make money. Anyway, we're leaving now."
Aejin swung up onto her horse. With a snort from the animal, slave trader Aejin's caravan set out for Wudang Mountain.
Contraception is ridiculously convenient here. Why the hell hadn't she been doing it?
Since the womb was the dantian, circulating qi through meditation went through the uterus. And female masters who could handle qi to any real degree could kill sperm with the internal energy inside their womb.
What a batshit setting.
Sure, there was a premise that a dreadlocked alpha-male Black guy's sperm could survive even internal energy — but I honestly didn't think it went that far. Which was why I'd been dumping loads in her raw for a week straight.
"Nice weather."
Maybe it was because I'd seen such a clear full moon last night, but the morning air was crisp. The sky was clear, the clouds were white. My skin was pitch black.
No matter how I looked at it, this body was insane. Hands like pot lids. A hulking, muscle-packed frame that filled a cage three men would share, all by himself. If I closed my eyes and focused, I could feel every rock-hard muscle twitching through my whole body. The absolute peak of a male.
I still have no idea why I got dumped into a Black guy in a wuxia novel.
But since I was here, I was going to enjoy this world to the fullest. An erotic martial arts novel ought to act like one. I wasn't going to turn into some lunatic who only got laid in the epilogue like a gay bastard. Fuck the women who came to me. Grab the ones who left and fuck them too.
"Aejin."
"...What."
At my call, Aejin's brown horse — her beloved mount — snorted and drew up alongside the cage. I tugged the tiny hemp trousers taut and said,
"Handle this for me, would you?"
"W-we did a lot yesterday already."
"Watching you get pissed off earlier got me hard."
At this rate I was going to leave a nasty, sticky precum stain on the hemp. Aejin glanced around, then, out of sight from the rear, undid the front of her robe.
"H-how about... looking at these?"
Through the white undergarment, her breasts swayed with the horse's gait. She was already worked up — her nipples stood out sharp against the cloth. My cock went fully hard, standing at attention.
"Give me that undergarment. I'll jerk off with it."
"Y-you crazy bastard..."
"Hurry up."
They were keeping some distance, sure, but there was no way they couldn't see what was happening in my wooden cage in the middle of the formation. Aejin's sisters were probably concentrating internal energy in their ears to listen in. But in the end, face flushed, she twisted this way and that, then slipped off the white undergarment and handed it over.
"G-give it back clean."
"If I can."
My huge hand took the undergarment she offered. As a bonus, I pressed and kneaded her slender little hand, giving her an acupressure massage.
"Hnh..."
"Thanks, Noona."
"How did I end up..."
How? She'd gotten horny looking at a slave's cock while he was washing and jumped him. That was on her. I'd only been planning to use her mouth. Aejin had been the one who pounced first.
"Snff, hahh..."
I buried my nose in the undergarment, still warm with her body heat, and breathed in. The lewd scent of powder mixed with a woman's skin made my semen churn.
"I-I'll ride up ahead..."
"Stay right there. Tits out like that."
"Th-that's going too far..."
"Noona."
I called her in a low voice, and Aejin bit her lip. With nothing left to hold them, her tits bounced wildly up and down. I wrapped Aejin's undergarment around my cock and stroked it up and down, slow and smooth.
"Hngh... hh..."
"Haa..."
I heard a sharp intake of breath from behind us. I didn't care. Watching Aejin, who'd swallowed her shame to show me her breasts, I rubbed faster and faster.
"Ah, fuck... kh—"
Maybe it was how her tits bounced. Maybe it was how soft the breast-warmed cloth felt around my cock. The orgasm hit fast. Right before I came, I covered the head with the wrapped cloth, lifted my hips a little, and came hard.
"Khh—"
"Hey, hey...!"
Splurt, spluuurt!!
I felt the semen soak through Aejin's undergarment. A massive load of milky white, leaking down like I'd chugged a whole bowl of zinc. It was sticky as jelly, too, clinging in thick ropes to my spent cock. I carefully wiped even that off with the undergarment.
"Y-you crazy bastard... that was the only spare I had!"
"Aah... sorry, Noona. Thinking about you while I did it just got me too worked up..."
"...Nnh, you damn bastard..."
Her last remaining undergarment was soaked in someone else's cum, and she was still flushing to her ears, looking like she liked it.
Well. If a woman jerked off thinking about me, I'd probably feel pretty good too.
It hit me all of a sudden. Being someone's jerk-off material felt better than I'd expected.
"Hoo..."
"Hh... give it back already, you bastard."
I took my time milking the last of the semen from my urethra onto the cloth. Then I handed the wet, reeking thing back to Aejin. She slowly covered her chest, wrapped up the undergarment, and tucked it into her pack. I could see exactly what she was going to do with it.
"You should throw that out. Why are you keeping it? It stinks."
"...None of your business, you son of a bitch."
She tried to ignore me and ride ahead. I coughed on purpose and called her back.
"Ahem. I could still shoot two more loads. If you run short later when you're getting yourself off..."
"I am not going to jerk off with this, you asshole!"
"Aigoo, why are you yelling?"
Aejin's face had gone full radish-red. In the end, I pulled hunting duty that day.