Chapter 19: The Mysterious Sect (2)
Chapter 19: The Mysterious Sect (2)
Chi-chi and I headed for Shaanxi. It was about time to go claim a new wife candidate, and we also needed to perform chivalrous deeds to spread the name of the Post-Nut Clarity Sect, our One-Person Inheritance Mysterious Sect.
By chance, the owner of the village general store was heading toward the city to restock, so we hitched a ride on his wagon.
Using Movement Art to dash straight there would've been fine too, but Chi-chi wanted to take it slow. Her stated reason was not wanting me to see her drenched in sweat from running, but knowing the truth, I just found it adorable.
'She's already showing possessive tendencies over a new recruit who hasn't even joined yet.'
Originally, going to Shaanxi was about welcoming a new wife candidate. So before another person could come between us, Chi-chi wanted to monopolize me for as long as possible—hence the wagon ride.
I didn't particularly mind.
No, I should say I actually preferred it.
The subtle possessiveness Chi-chi showed made sex with her somehow sweeter. The charm came from seeing this new side of her—displaying coquettishness she'd never shown before.
On the moving wagon, she positioned my cock against her asshole and sat on my lap, subtly grinding against me until we nearly went all the way then and there.
Even so, I hesitated to do it outright with the wagon driver present. To be precise, it was because of my own feelings of possessiveness and obsession—I didn't want another man seeing my woman in the throes of passion.
There might be exceptions depending on circumstances, but Chi-chi wasn't one of them, so I simply didn't want to.
Instead, I fucked her like crazy that night after the driver fell asleep, with a Qi Barrier erected around us.
Chirp chirp chirp.
The sun rose again, birds singing in place of an alarm clock. The driver woke up normally and resumed driving the wagon, while Chi-chi and I sat side by side, enjoying the journey.
"By the way, Master, it just occurred to me—is it really okay to enter the city dressed like this?"
"Chi-chi, if you're going to point that out, shouldn't you have changed how you address me first?"
The lovers of the Post-Nut Clarity Sect existed solely to satisfy the sect leader's sexual desires.
The premise was that they always acted lewd and vulgar, taking in the sect leader's lust so that he could attain enlightenment through post-nut clarity.
Meaning, the women by my side would stick with me under the assumption they'd be called vulgar and promiscuous.
Chi-chi's eyes narrowed at the idea of openly being insulted by people of the Central Plains. Even if she'd accepted me as her master, her pride couldn't easily tolerate being insulted by others.
But she was mistaken about one thing.
"If anyone insults you, you don't have to take it."
"Huh? What do you mean?"
"If you hear bastards whispering from afar, calling you a slutty whore, just beat the shit out of them. Doesn't matter if they're from the Five Great Clans or the Nine Sects and One Gang."
"...Master, didn't you say the One-Person Inheritance Mysterious Sect would follow the righteous path? But it's okay to just hit people for insulting us?"
If you beat someone up just for insulting you, is that really the righteous path? That's the unorthodox faction.
But if enduring insults to my family is what it takes to be considered righteous, then I'd rather switch to the unorthodox faction.
Didn't the founder of the Beggars' Sect say it too? He created the Dog-Beating Staff Art to beat scum like dogs.
And the Beggars' Sect members are actually overflowing with chivalry—if someone crosses a certain line of wickedness, they beat first and ask questions later.
I, too, invoked the sect's name so I could beat the dogs who insult my women like the dogs they are. To legally stay within the righteous faction's boundaries, sucking up only the honey while spitting out the bitterness.
"The Post-Nut Clarity Sect exists partly to conceal my lecherous behavior, but also to protect my women. If I just stand by and let them be insulted because of some righteous faction boundary, that's putting the cart before the horse."
"Hmm. I suppose that's true."
"Moreover—"
I abruptly pulled Chi-chi into a tight embrace, pressing our bodies together.
"I'm not so pathetic that I can't protect my wife. So my Heavenly Demon Wife should just obediently accept being protected."
"...Protected? Me?"
"Yeah. So what if you're at the Peak Realm? Your husband is the Number One Under Heaven. Just relax and let him take care of you—you can raise hell to your heart's content."
If any man dares call my women whores, I'll tear off his dick so he can never visit brothels again. If it's a woman, I'll clamp an iron ring through her genitals so she can never expose herself to other men again.
It might seem harsh for the righteous path, but isn't that exactly what the Five Great Clans do too?
Those who mistake their ancestors' glory for their own merit, who riot openly at the slightest insult—that's the leadership of the righteous path.
Of course, not all are like that, but since over half are, even as a Mysterious Sect, we can raise such 'justified' hell without anyone daring to protest.
That's what it means to hold power in the righteous martial world.
"......"
Chi-chi fell silent for a moment.
Nestled in my arms, she seemed deep in thought. After a while, she let out a deflated sigh and hugged me tightly.
"Pfft. I was agonizing over nothing."
"Over what?"
"Whether being cared for as my master's wife would be positive or negative for me as the Heavenly Demon."
"Pointless worry. So, what's your conclusion?"
At my question, Chi-chi looked up at me with dimpled cheeks.
"You're right. It was a pointless worry. By nature, spouses are meant to care for each other. Though we're in a master-servant relationship, you treat me as your wife, and I regard you as my husband—so caring for each other is only natural. The Heavenly Demon is Mara, but also a Living Deity. A god who is also human. It's only natural to accept what's natural. No wonder my Asura fell to your Transcendent Heart Art—it was inevitable."
Her faint smile was so clear and bright, as though she had cast off every last lingering attachment.
Lick.
No—she was only clear and bright on the surface. Within her, enormous sensuality and lust were surging wildly. It was like a typhoon raging on a clear, sunny day.
My own lust reacted to those bold, unrestrained emotions.
My lower body sprang erect, pulling the front of my pants taut. Since we were pressed closely together, Chi-chi, whose wanton allure was beyond even that of a temptress, exuded a seductive heat with my erect cock caught between our stomachs.
"Just as I thought, I like my master. No— I love you."
"I love you too, Chi-chi."
Then came another kiss, right away. We moved our lips as if we meant to devour each other, yet we still didn't let our tongues mingle.
It felt like we were somewhere between lewdness and pure devotion, and my heart tickled with the sensation.
The wet smacking sounds continued. Then we parted our lips for a moment and met each other's eyes once more.
The intense feelings we had for each other were not fading with our kiss; if anything, they were burning even more fiercely. Just as I was seriously weighing whether to try another kiss or start mating instead—
"Gahahahaha! Hand over everything you've got!"
A bunch of bandits with the worst possible sense of timing showed up.
"......"
"......"
Whether it was our lips or our genitals—
An intruder had barged in just as our emotional communion was leading us to crave each other's bodies, and Chi-chi and I both frowned sharply.
"Phew. Chi-chi, I'm going to go blow off some steam. I'll be right back."
"I'll come with you. I was just thinking it was time to teach these pieces of trash to know their place."
Truly, we were husband and wife. Chi-chi, now of one mind with me, came straight out of the carriage.
"Old man! Hand over everything you have, and we'll spare your life—Huh?!"
The burly, bearded man, who had been threatening the coachman with a raised, rugged-looking greatsword, was stunned when he saw us emerge from the carriage. More precisely, he hadn't been shocked by me, but by Chi-chi in her bunny-girl outfit.
The bandits behind the bearded man, who seemed to be their leader, reacted the same way.
They all gaped at the sight of Chi-chi.
After all, how could they not be shocked? A woman with the beauty of a fairy was wearing a vulgar outfit like a bunny-girl's, completely out of step with the times. At first, shock filled their eyes; before long, their gazes began to gleam with lust.
A few of the bandits already had bulges straining the fronts of their pants, as though the blood had rushed down there.
Seeing that, Chi-chi's lips curled in mockery.
"Pfft. So you go around lugging those things as if they were worth something. Tsk, tsk. You must be bandits now because you were thrown out of your homes for failing to perform properly as men. I, whose heart is as vast as the ocean, will understand."
"W-what?!"
"You fucking bitch! You'll be squealing like a cat in heat once we've had you underneath us!"
The contempt in her eyes and the scornful sneer on her lips were utterly sincere.
As a result, the bandits' faces turned red and purple. They had just been mocked for their nighttime abilities as men by a woman who looked like a prostitute, wearing an outfit so vulgar that even a courtesan wouldn't wear it. It was only natural that they'd feel humiliated.
But that didn't mean we had any reason to understand them.
"Greetings."
I deliberately revealed my presence, swelling my presence until all eyes were drawn to me.
My possessiveness wouldn't allow these vermin to indulge in 18+ fantasies about Chi-chi.
There were times when I could hold back, and times when I couldn't.
And, looking at the situation, this was a time when I didn't have to.
"You shabby mountain beggars, who have come to such a noble place."
"W-what? Mountain beggars?"
"You live in the mountains looking like that, so what else would you be but mountain beggars? Or what would you call yourselves?"
"......"
The bearded man's face twisted strangely. It was roughly the look of someone thinking, What kind of people are these?
"I am Geum Tae-yang of the One-Person Inheritance Post-Nut Clarity Sect. For what reason have you stopped our carriage?"
"...Is he crazy?"
He had asked them why they'd stopped the carriage even though they were obviously bandits, and the bearded man looked as if he'd just witnessed something truly bizarre. What an insolent bastard.
"Fine, you crazy bastard. The Post-Nut Clarity Sect or whatever the hell it is—just hand over everything you've got and that whore beside you, then be on your way. We don't want the bad aftertaste of killing a crazy man for nothing, either."
The bearded man spoke as though he were saying, I'll let you go.
But I had not the slightest intention of letting them off. The moment he declared that I should hand over my woman, he was already out. I'd have to kill that bastard miserably to feel satisfied.
"Haha. It seems you don't understand what it means to demand the sect leader's woman from the Post-Nut Clarity Sect."
"No, I said hand over the woman! I was trying to be nice about this, you crazy—"
Vrrrrm.
I clenched both fists and raised them, bringing my Fist Qi to life. The bandits were horrified at the clearly visible Fist Qi and its resonant hum.
Most bandits were Third-rate martial artists, the kind who merely swung cold weapons. Those who were a bit more capable were Second-rate martial artists, who had accumulated qi, built up inner power, and improved their physical abilities.
And the more accomplished leaders among them were First-rate masters, capable of wielding qi in the form of either sword qi or fist qi.
But bandits dressed so shabbily in roughly stitched animal hides could be no better than Second-rate, no matter how capable their leader was. There was no wonder they were so terrified at the sight of my Fist Qi.
"A-a First-rate master?!"
"...Shit. Is today some kind of market day?"
"R-run!"
The moment I showed them my Fist Qi, the bandits scattered into chaos on their own, and I charged toward them.