Chapter 24: The Lecherous Doctor Geum Tae-yang (4)
Chapter 24: The Lecherous Doctor Geum Tae-yang (4)
To this day, no detailed accounts of the Ice Palace's destruction had surfaced. There were rumors among gossipmongers that an unprecedented blizzard had swept through the North Sea, one so fierce even the Ice Palace couldn't withstand it. Others whispered that an earthquake had trapped and buried them within the icebergs.
Ultimately, these were nothing more than unverified speculations. The only certainties were that the Ice Palace had vanished abruptly and that the sole survivor was none other than Seol Yu-ran standing before me.
'Though of course, I know the truth from the side stories.'
Excluding myself, the only person who knew what catastrophe had befallen the Ice Palace that day was Seol Yu-ran, the survivor. Well, unlike me—who'd learned of it through the side stories—she likely only remembered fragments from her childhood.
In any case, she hadn't revealed the full truth even to her husband, Wi Ji-ja.
Though she didn't realize it, the truth behind the Ice Palace's destruction had become a secret shared only between the two of us.
"I can't tell you the truth about the North Sea Ice Palace's destruction, but I can confirm that as a direct descendant of the Ice Palace Lord, I've mastered the Ice White Divine Art."
"The Ice White Divine Art!"
Just as the Heavenly Demon Cult's sole divine art was the Heavenly Demon Divine Art, the North Sea Ice Palace's was the Ice White Divine Art. At Seol Yu-ran's confession that she had mastered it, I pretended to be momentarily stunned.
"But are you truly alright with this?"
"What do you mean?"
"Even if it's for medical purposes, handing over a divine art of the Ice Palace to an outsider... I thought it might weigh on your conscience, so I wanted to ask."
Seol Yu-ran looked slightly taken aback. By conventional reasoning, even if her flesh and blood were in mortal peril, passing on a divine art of the North Sea Ice Palace—her very foundation—to an outsider was something the martial world of today would struggle to accept.
Take, for example, the young master of the Namgung Clan declaring he'd teach the Hegemon Sword Form to an external disciple unaffiliated with the clan.
The elders would immediately tear into him, and the clan leader would stop at nothing—even shredding the tendons of his limbs—to prevent it.
Yet here she was, offering her divine art without hesitation to cure her daughter's Nine Yin Severed Meridians. An ordinary martial artist would've been so overcome with greed they'd have lunged at the chance to learn it.
But I, feigning consideration, had asked her with apparent concern.
Hypocritical, perhaps, but my acting must have been convincing. Seol Yu-ran smiled faintly, as if touched by my thoughtfulness, and placed a hand over her chest before speaking demurely.
"It's alright. Though as the sole survivor, I may not be the one to say this... the Ice Palace is already gone. Right now, I'm just a mother raising her daughter."
"I see. And the Sword Saint has no objections to this?"
"My wife has made a difficult decision for the sake of our family. As her husband, the least I can do is support her—certainly not stand in her way."
With the Ice Palace gone, the Ice White Divine Art would be passed down within the family, to their child. Considering its nature as a divine art, it shouldn't leave their lineage, but Wi Ji-ja had reluctantly respected Seol Yu-ran's choice with mixed emotions.
He, too, was virtuous enough to prioritize his daughter over the divine art—proof that he was, above all, a father.
As a modern person, I could understand such sentiments, but from the perspective of the martial world, this couple was an anomaly. No wonder they'd hidden their identities and built a quiet life in this secluded place.
"But is the Ice White Divine Art something a man can learn? To my knowledge, the Ice Palace's martial artists were exclusively women. If there are side effects for male practitioners..."
"Ah, there's no need to worry about that. Those are just rumors."
Perhaps because she now saw hope for Wi Ji-bo's treatment, Seol Yu-ran's expression softened further as she reassured me.
Thump.
'Calm down, boy.'
The sight of this curvaceous married woman—her ample bosom visible even through loose robes—smiling gently at me nearly made my cock spring to attention then and there.
What I wouldn't give to seal Wi Ji-ja and Wi Ji-bo's pressure points right now, knock them out, and take her by force.
But my goal wasn't a sex slave fixated solely on my member—it was a wife who'd cherish me and walk by my side. In Chi-chi's case, she'd only acknowledge a man as her husband if he proved stronger than her, which was why I'd subdued and ravished her. But Seol Yu-ran and other potential wives weren't like that.
I needed to take my time, slowly nurturing their corruption step by step.
"Hmm. In that case, I suppose I should formally acknowledge Madam Seol as my master."
"W-what? No, that's unnecessary. After the kindness you're showing us by treating my daughter, how could I possibly accept such reverence?"
"Our Post-Nut Clarity Sect isn't particular about having multiple masters. Our sect's very purpose is Ascending to Immortality through lust—what does it matter if we take an outsider as a master? In fact, historical records show some of our predecessors did just that. So even if I were to honor Madam Seol as my master to learn the Ice White Divine Art, it wouldn't be an issue."
Thus, before treating Wi Ji-bo, I needed to maximize our time together in close quarters—and establish a pretext for deepening our bond.
The best justification for that was to form a bond. And wasn't it said that, among all bonds, the ones with the greatest power were blood ties and ties between teacher and student?
In other words, the best option was for me to become Seol Yu-ran's disciple.
I abruptly prostrated myself on the floor and gave her a deep bow.
"So please, I beg you, do not refuse this lowly disciple."
"......"
My sudden declaration that I wanted to become her disciple. Even with my head bowed and my eyes fixed on the floor, I could feel just how flustered Seol Yu-ran was.
Even Wi Ji-ja seemed unable to figure out how to take the situation, and said nothing at all. Though, perhaps it was because of the tricks I had pulled.
In the long silence, the sun must have climbed to its zenith, for the harsh sunlight streamed in through the window.
Perhaps Wi Ji-ja had decided this was none of his business. He took Wi Ji-bo, who had been getting sleepy for a while now, and went into the room.
Only she and I remained in the living room.
Still unable to make sense of how she ought to take the situation, she fell into thought for a while.
Perhaps she was recalling some memory. Or perhaps she was thinking of a regret that was at once wistful and heart-rending.
How many twists and turns had there been in her life before she became the only survivor of the North Sea Ice Palace, a disciple of a former Mount Hua Sect elder, and at last took Wi Ji-ja for her husband? Seeing her still striving to be a mother to that one child, despite having weathered every one of those tempests, made me think that mothers truly were great.
But the game is more satisfying when there's a challenge to overcome.
If I had an ability like Absolute Hypnosis and lived a life on easy mode, wouldn't it be far too monotonous?
How long had I waited? Perhaps she had reached a decision, because Seol Yu-ran finally spoke.
"I never took on a disciple because I had no intention of rebuilding the North Sea Ice Palace. I thought that if I ever did take one, it would only be to pass on the footwork my master had devised herself, or the Plum Blossom Sword Technique. That was all I ever imagined. But... I've been reminded that you never know how things in this world will turn out."
"What do you mean?"
"Yes, Physician Geum. No, Master of the Post-Nut Clarity Sect, Geum Tae-yang. May I take you as my disciple?"
I was certain that a sincere, heartfelt smile was spread across my lips as I lifted my head and answered.
"It would be my honor, Master."
After that, I performed the nine-bow ceremony.
***
"So, you said you were going to learn that milky girl's Ice White Divine Art?"
"Yeah. But why is our Heavenly Demon sulking like this?"
"Tch. Don't act coy and ask when you already know."
The milky girl Chi-chi meant was Seol Yu-ran. I was to become her disciple and learn the Ice White Divine Art, then build up Yin Energy based on it and harmonize it through the Yin-Yang Sexual Art to cure her daughter Wi Ji-bo's Severed Meridians.
In truth, I could cure her right this very moment. But if I did, I would be nothing more than her benefactor.
I had deliberately chosen this long way around because I needed as much time in close physical proximity to her as possible, if I was going to get even the slightest opening to win her over.
She must be upset that I'm going to learn the Ice White Divine Art even though I'm not learning the Heavenly Demon Divine Art.
After gaining enlightenment and awakening in the First Heavenly Demon's treasury, Chi-chi had become enormously proud of her title of Heavenly Demon. She was just as proud of her own martial arts, like the Heavenly Demon Divine Art and the Heavenless Divine Might Spear.
And yet I wasn't even considering learning Chi-chi's martial arts, while I was saying I would learn the Ice White Divine Art. So she was sulking.
"Hmph!"
To show that she was sulking, Chi-chi folded her arms and abruptly turned away. Her pout made it perfectly clear that she didn't even want to look at me.
She was being rather adorable, so I approached her and embraced her from behind. I wrapped my thick, broad arms around her as though to restrain her, pressed my already-swollen manhood tightly against her, then sucked on the nape of her neck, slurp after slurp.
At first, Chi-chi didn't react, as if she had no intention of giving in easily. But her body had already been trained by me.
As proof of that, her earlobes had already turned red with arousal.
—Squelch.
Perhaps the presence of my manhood pressed against her buttocks had made her crotch tingle. She twisted her hips and rubbed her legs together, and a wet sound rang out from her groin. The sound rang out even louder than the one I made as I sucked and smacked at Chi-chi's nape, and her blush spread all the way to the crown of her head.
At last, Chi-chi turned her head, her eyes softened a little, and puckered her lips. I immediately put my lips to hers and licked them obscenely.
Lick, lick, lick.
"Mm-chup. Mwah. Ooh... You shameless master."
After naturally finishing a filthy kiss that even beasts wouldn't share, Chi-chi uncrossed her arms and reached back with her right arm to wrap it around my head.
She pressed down firmly on the back of my head, bringing our lips together even more tightly.
"Even if I accept other women, I am your first wife. Don't forget that. Mwah."
"Mm-chup, mm-chup. Mwah. Don't worry."
The moment I got my beautiful Heavenly Demon Wife in a bunny-girl outfit had been so stimulating that even a grandfather with dementia would never forget it for all eternity.
I would never forget Chi-chi, my first wife.