Chapter 35: Wolf Disciple (5)
Chapter 35: Wolf Disciple (5)
An old man entered the mountain where Chi-chi and Geum Tae-yang had committed their brutal intercourse to satisfy the Heavenly Killing Star.
His white hair proclaimed his advanced age, yet—
His formidable frame and skin remained as exceptional as a young man's.
Narrowing his eyes to slits, he clicked his tongue at the corpses of the Earth Dragon Fortress members, whose heads appeared crushed underfoot.
"Tsk. Fools. I told them they'd only survive by knowing their limits when plundering. Greed made them bite off more than they could chew, and now they've reaped what they sowed."
To say he felt no regret would be a lie.
"They died before I could even warn them. Still, their skills were decent enough—what a waste."
His identity was the Hundred Weapons Mountain General, also known in the martial world as the Green Forest King—Ak-chang.
Originally from the Shandong Yue Family, he had risen effortlessly to the rank of general in the Imperial Troops... but unable to suppress the predatory instincts lurking within, he deserted the military and became a bandit of the Green Forest Path.
Though not from one of the Five Great Clans, his lineage from a prestigious clan just below them endowed him with exceptional talent. He mastered not just spearmanship but a multitude of weapon techniques.
This earned him the epithet "Hundred Weapons Mountain General," and eventually, he caught the eye of the previous Green Forest King, becoming his disciple.
Now, having inherited the title after his master's death from old age, his first act was reforming the Green Forest Eighteen Strongholds. True to his military background, he began raiding escort agencies with precision—striking just hard enough to avoid provoking the authorities.
The Imperial Troops wouldn't mobilize to crush mountain strongholds for meager gains, yet his raids remained just restrained enough to avoid public outcry.
Crossing mountains was no easy feat. From wild beasts with keen night vision to the ever-present threat of tigers—the dangers were manifold.
Thus, escort agencies had no choice but to employ martial artists for protection.
And when martial artists were involved, the raids fell under the unspoken tradition of the Separation of Government and Martial World—making them fair game for the Green Forest Path.
Killing civilians would invite official intervention, but slaughtering only the escorting warriors and taking just enough loot? That was acceptable.
After all, it was a matter between martial artists.
Moreover, if all the escorts were killed, the convoy would be left defenseless against mountain predators.
For escort agencies, paying a toll to bandits was far more advantageous.
But a promising recruit had overstepped. They had ravaged the thirteenth branch of the Golden Escort Agency—one of the Three Great Escort Agencies of the Central Plains.
True to their name, their wealth was unmatched in the region. So much so that their leader bore the title "Gold Lord."
The Green Forest King had just finished groveling in secret apology to the agency head. He had come to this mountain, where the Earth Dragon Fortress operated, intending to sever a limb or two as punishment—only to find his underlings already dead.
"What a waste. Such a shame. Had I chopped off an arm, I'd have gained a well-trained first-rate dog."
Even one-armed, a first-rate martial artist remained first-rate. For any faction outside the Five Great Clans, such warriors were akin to elders of minor sects—valuable assets.
In an era where even trash could be recycled, even useless vermin had their uses when deployed correctly.
He had come personally, intending to repurpose them as he once did with troops during his general days—but someone had beaten him to it. A wasted trip, yet not entirely regrettable.
"Paralyzing them by sealing their meridians is one thing, but sealing their mouths too? Clearly, the culprit didn't want witnesses....Then again, anyone who'd do this was never sane to begin with."
Bandits were money-crazed lunatics, but they didn't personally stomp heads into pulp. Even the most bloodthirsty took pleasure in killing with weapons, not bare-handed brutality.
Yet the corpses showed signs of both weapon wounds and crushed skulls.
This pointed to a formidable expert who genuinely reveled in slaughter—a true freak of nature.
"Regardless, since they dared touch one of my Eighteen Strongholds, they'll pay. Their refined techniques rival Mount Hua Sect's, but the lingering chill suggests they're not from that pack of bastards. Guess I'll have to handle this the hard way."
The Mountain General of a Hundred Weapons began his descent.
***
"Hngk. Ughah...!"
"To tense up this much in just a day—you're truly incredible, Master."
"Nghh—! D-Don't say such... shameless things...! Ahhk!"
Seol Yu-ran shuddered violently as the massage continued unabated. The acupressure sent waves of refreshing pleasure through her meridians, almost as if it were purging stagnant energy.
The release of knotted tension and the searing flow of Lightning Qi stimulating her veins left her teetering on the edge of ecstasy, trembling in her chair.
To any observer, she had clearly climaxed multiple times already, yet she pretended otherwise, enduring the massage.
Well—
"Haha. Seeing my wife so invigorated brings me joy as well."
—her husband, Wi Ji-ja, was watching with a pleased smile.
A little while ago, after his back had fully healed, he declared that he would take care of the housework himself again. But since he wasn't confident he could give massages as well as I could, he asked me to come by once a day and knead Seol Yu-ran's shoulders.
Just look at him now, washing the dishes while gazing this way with a pleased expression.
He was wearing a warm smile that made it clear just how satisfied he was to see his wife receiving a massage. He must have seen Seol Yu-ran climax a few times, and yet he wasn't shaken in the slightest.
If anything, the fact that he was smiling so contentedly made it seem as though he was genuinely happy. It was creepy.
Look at him, happy that his woman's getting massaged and climaxing.
As a man, I could sympathize with that a tiny bit. I mean, when you realize that the son who couldn't get it up might suddenly be able to stand again, you'd have to be crazy not to feel something.
The suggestion I planted is part of it, but he probably thinks that if he can revive his manhood before she's taken from him, he'll be all right.
In other words, he'd embrace Seol Yu-ran once his manhood had been fully revived. The only problem was that his manhood would come back only after she'd been taken from him.
So, Wi Ji-ja would have to become a cuckold for his manhood to revive. By then, he'd probably despair at the reality that Seol Yu-ran had been taken from him. Maybe he'd even develop a genuine cuckold fetish and spend every day jerking off as he imagined his wife being fucked by me.
And I'd be living the high life, fondling his wife Seol Yu-ran's tits as much as I pleased.
...Thinking about it, I unconsciously tightened my grip and pumped a little too much Lightning Qi into her.
Squeeze.
"Ah, haaahhh—!!"
Thanks to that, not only did all the stiffness disappear, but Seol Yu-ran let out a magnificent moan and arched her back like a bow, trembling all over. Her reaction made it perfectly clear she'd climaxed, but her husband still didn't seem to care.
He even turned to look this way, without turning his own body around at all.
I figured that, while watching his woman climax as she received a massage, he'd gotten hard enough for it to show through his pants. As much as the suggestion I'd planted had turned him into a cuckold fetishist, it was only natural that he'd be embarrassed to show another man his impotent cock.
But Wi Ji-ja wasn't the only one who didn't seem to care that she'd climaxed.
"Haa... Haaa... Thank you again today, my disciple. My shoulders feel so much lighter now."
Still seated in the chair, Seol Yu-ran turned her head to look up at me and thanked me with a smile. She had very clearly climaxed—there was no mistaking it—yet she reacted as though she hadn't. No... as though it didn't matter to her.
Did she know?
That the look on her face right now was the face of a female who wanted to be fucked?
"It's nothing for a disciple to give his master a massage."
"Hehe. I'm glad I found such a well-mannered disciple in my twilight years."
"Twilight years, you say?"
I was starting to want to show her what the old geezers in the Murim Alliance really got up to. Would she still be able to say that after seeing the Alliance elders rig the Nine Dragons and Six Phoenixes in advance among themselves at the Dragon and Phoenix Assembly, then swap out the winner?
Would she see just how ugly an old man could be when he tried to use his twilight years as an excuse to do whatever he wanted?
"You're still in your prime, Master. And so is the Sword Saint. Besides, Bo-a is still young."
"Is that so?"
"And look at your face, Master. You're so beautiful that you could pass for someone hardly any older than my wife. To say that while looking like that is to deceive all the women down in the village."
"...Quiet, you brat. How dare you tease your heaven-high master?"
Though she spoke that way, it was obvious she didn't dislike being told she was beautiful. Seol Yu-ran really was a woman, after all.
Wi Ji-ja finished washing the dishes and came over with a gentle smile, looking every bit the handsome, mature man.
"Haha. Physician Geum is right. You're beautiful, Yu-ran."
"Dear..."
Seol Yu-ran's face flushed. It seemed she was embarrassed to exchange sweet words with her husband in front of her disciple.
As if to tell him to stop, she lowered her flushed face to hide it, then lightly thumped the top of her head against Wi Ji-ja's chest.
Wi Ji-ja merely laughed indulgently at her coyness, which was hardly fitting for her age, but I could read the strange yearning in his eyes. That wasn't the look of a man gazing at his wife. It was closer to the look of someone gazing at a precious tool.
No—more precisely, he did cherish her as his woman... but something about it had become a little distorted.
That was how precious his cock was to him. It was a feeling an ordinary man might not understand, but that was something one could say only because one had never experienced it firsthand.
People often say they understand, but that's only an outsider's interpretation of someone else's thoughts and psychology. In truth, you can't know until you've been in the same situation yourself.
In other words, I didn't know how Wi Ji-ja felt, either. As if I'd know what it was like to be a eunuch.
But I knew perfectly well that he was utterly focused on reviving his manhood. Thanks to Wi Ji-ja behaving exactly as I'd expected under the suggestion, Seol Yu-ran had stopped keeping her distance, and I'd been able to get closer to her.
But even so, I'm still just a hair short.
The mature beauty in her husband's arms, sharing such a sweet, affectionate moment with him, still maintained the smallest bit of distance, even with her husband's permission. She wasn't crossing the line.
That was only right, but who could have guessed that a woman of the Ice Palace, with her lust built up to the limit, would have such remarkable self-restraint?
I wondered if we might simply grow closer without anything coming of it, making all this a waste of time.
I felt that I needed to give her some kind of impetus—something that might change her feelings.
The problem is, I don't know what sort of impetus would work.
For now, I'd give it more time and think it over calmly.