Chapter 38: The Wolf Disciple (8)
Chapter 38: The Wolf Disciple (8)
Seol Yu-ran, suddenly pounced upon by Geum Tae-yang—who had transformed into a wolf through the Ice Wolf Body Transformation—let out an involuntary scream.
It was an instinctive reaction, the recognition that she was about to be devoured.
"Kyaaak?! What the hell are you—?!"
Of course, Seol Yu-ran immediately tried to demand an explanation, but three things left her so startled that she couldn't even form a proper sentence.
First, despite having activated the Ice Wolf Body Transformation, the heat radiating from Geum Tae-yang's body was no joke.
Second, his pupils darted restlessly, as if unable to focus.
Third, despite not having taken any direct hits, a thin trail of blood trickled from the corner of his mouth—as if he had suffered internal injuries.
"Qi Deviation!"
Objectively speaking, anyone could see that he had overexerted himself, sustained internal injuries, and was now in a frenzied state. As proof, remnants of Lightning Qi, which he had perfectly controlled until moments ago, crackled sporadically from his body.
It was the typical reaction of a martial artist falling into Qi Deviation.
Seol Yu-ran, a martial artist who had broken through her limits by accumulating Yin Cold Qi, could only think one thing.
"Did he… emit too much Yang Thunder Qi, disrupting the balance of Yin and Yang?"
Yin and Yang refer to energies that accumulate equally to achieve harmony. But what happens when that balance is disrupted, tilting heavily to one side?
If it were purely Yin Cold Qi or purely Yang Thunder Qi, it might have been manageable. But Geum Tae-yang, who had only recently begun properly accumulating Yin Cold Qi through the Ice White Divine Art, was now in a state of imbalance. The Yang Thunder Qi he had already built up far outweighed his Yin Cold Qi.
Until now, the Yin-Yang Divine Art of the Post-Nut Clarity Sect had maintained a barrier between the two energies, preventing collapse. But what if his battle with the Green Forest King had cracked that barrier?
Seol Yu-ran's thoughts reached that point—but before she could follow through, an unfamiliar sensation brushed against her chest.
"H-Hyik?! Wh-Where are you touching?!"
"Haa! Haa!"
Seol Yu-ran immediately tried to circulate her internal energy to break free from his grasp, but—
"Ugh!"
The moment she attempted to move the energy in her dantian, her injured body screamed in protest. Wincing from the pain, she stiffened momentarily—and in that instant, Geum Tae-yang's ice-clawed fingers tore through her martial robe, shredding it from her shoulder down to her groin.
With a bounce.
Her melon-sized breasts proudly displayed their majesty to the world, and her delicate, virginal pink folds—still tightly pursed—were fully exposed.
Especially the breasts, which had been confined by the custom-made breastband only to now break free, were nothing short of overwhelming.
The way they swayed and jiggled with every breath was like the gentle rippling of shallow tidewater.
For a moment, Seol Yu-ran's mind went blank at the realization that her disciple was seeing her like this. The absurdity of the situation was so overwhelming that her brain refused to process it properly—she couldn't even fully comprehend what was happening.
But then, as Geum Tae-yang stripped off his pants and his fully erect cock came into view, her face drained of all color.
Throb.
Hard. Massive. Aroused.
Given his current lupine form, the sheer bestiality of his manhood was undeniable.
Then—the tip of his glans brushed against her slit.
The sensation of her delicate folds being teased by that swollen head snapped Seol Yu-ran back to reality with a jolt. She immediately began thrashing.
"H-Hyik?! Disciple, snap out of it! Not there! Not there!"
"Hahh…! Hahh…!"
"Please, get a hold of—!"
As if refusing to listen any longer, Geum Tae-yang thrust his hips forward.
"Ughh—hnngh!"
Schlllrp!
"Nnngaaah—!!"
In an instant, his monstrous cock split her open, filling her to the brim in one brutal stroke—and Seol Yu-ran came. Normally, being impaled by such a massive shaft without any foreplay would have been agonizing.
But the years of accumulated yin energy from her Ice White Divine Art had left her starving for yang essence.
On top of that, her neglected pussy had been starved for years due to Wi Ji-ja's castration.
And though she wasn't consciously aware of it, her body had already begun responding to Geum Tae-yang as a man—her flesh instinctively welcoming him.
'I—I can't breathe…!'
The impact against her cervix sent a shockwave all the way up to her solar plexus—or at least, that's what it felt like.
No, given how her breath actually hitched, it might not have been an illusion at all. The sheer intensity of the sensation slammed into her mind like a hammer.
The only cock she had ever known in her life was her husband Wi Ji-ja's.
And now, Geum Tae-yang's monstrous member—easily twice the size—was spearing into her, forcing her into an unwilling climax.
Her nails clawed at the ground hard enough to splinter, her legs stiffening and toes curling. His thick shaft didn't just part her folds—it scraped against her inner walls with ruthless efficiency, hammering against her sensitive cervix like a battering ram.
A cock so overwhelming that any female would have no choice but to submit.
Squelch.
Seol Yu-ran's pussy betrayed her, clenching around her disciple's shaft as if begging for his seed.
And when her tight, well-lubricated married woman's folds began pleading for his cum, Geum Tae-yang lost all restraint—his hips pistoning wildly.
Squelch squelch squelch squelch!
"Ughh…!"
"Haaahk! S-stop…! We can't—we shouldn't be—!"
Schlurp!
"Ughhoooh!!"
As she gasped, her back arched, and her soft chest was crushed against the weight of Geum Tae-yang's torso pressing down on her. Even if she were called the most peerless beauty in the Central Plains, no man could resist losing his soul to such supple tenderness—but Geum Tae-yang paid no mind.
With both hands planted firmly on the ground, he caged his master beneath him, focusing solely on the relentless thrusting of his cock.
As if this were the ultimate problem he needed to solve.
"Hahng! Ah…! Haaahk…!"
Her stiffened nipples rubbed up and down against her disciple's broad chest while her pussy was skewered so thoroughly it felt refreshing.
The once-neglected cunt of a married woman who had lived in abstinence for years melted in an instant, perfectly adjusting to take him in. Even if she had been a virgin, she would have screamed—yet now, she skillfully welcomed the rough thrusts, savoring the pleasure.
Even on the hard floor, her plump ass served as a cushion, absorbing every slap of his balls against her.
As if trying to make up for all the time she had starved, her walls clenched tightly around him, begging to be filled.
And the result—
Splurt. Splooorch! Sploosh!
As if holding back was never an option, he poured freshly made, piping-hot seed straight into another man's wife's womb!
"Kyaaahk?! Pull out! Pull out right now!"
Thud. Thud.
The sensation of something hot and vigorous flooding her insides shocked Seol Yu-ran back to her senses. She struck at him with her fists, desperately trying to break free—
Sploosh. Splooorch! Splurt-splurt. Sploosh!
"Ah…! Haaahk…!!"
But her long-deprived pussy, soaked in nothing but yin energy, soon rejoiced, sending its owner into ecstasy and rendering her powerless.
Her strikes faltered as she came, reflexively wrapping her legs around Geum Tae-yang's waist, pressing her lower lips flush against his pounding pelvis—the perfect position to take in his seed.
Was it the overwhelming pleasure? Or the shame of defiling herself with another man?
Sniff.
Tears welled up in Seol Yu-ran's eyes before spilling over, streaming down her cheeks.
"Hng… Y-you wretched brat…! Huh?"
Ooooh…
No matter how much he had lost his mind to qi deviation, how could she possibly look kindly upon the disciple who had assaulted her? Her face twisted with a mix of resentment, humiliation, and rage as she spat curses—only to freeze in shock once more.
Because the moment his seed poured into her womb, the inner energy drawn from his dantian began to mix with hers, forming a swirling Taiji!
While most dual cultivation techniques involved either absorbing yin to nourish yang or absorbing yang to nourish yin, Geum Tae-yang's energy was different.
His yang energy and her yin energy mingled together as one, achieving perfect harmony, only to abruptly split in half and return—wasn't this amplifying their internal energy?
Watching Geum Tae-yang naturally unravel the Ice Wolf Body Transformation, Seol Yu-ran recalled something.
"No way…."
A conversation from a few days ago suddenly flashed through her mind.
[Yin-yang energy can only be expanded through the application of Yin-Yang Art, and there are two methods.]
[First, sleep with a woman who possesses yin-cold energy comparable to mine.]
These were the words Geum Tae-yang had spoken when explaining how to increase yin-yang energy during his time as a physician.
And now, this phenomenon unfolding before her meant that Geum Tae-yang hadn't assaulted her purely out of lust.
'Was he unconsciously trying to balance his skewed equilibrium by absorbing my yin energy because he fell into Qi Deviation? Unconsciously?'
So, should she be angry? Or should she let it go?
This disciple had overexerted himself trying to save her, fallen into Qi Deviation, and then, in an unconscious state, assaulted her. Defiling a married woman's body was unforgivable… but couldn't this be dismissed as an unfortunate accident born of sheer bad luck?
Besides, hadn't she herself enjoyed being thoroughly impaled by that yang-energy-filled King Cock after so long—
'No, what the hell am I thinking?!'
She shook her head violently, dispelling the lewd thoughts, and noticed the heat pressing into her was fading. No—fading wasn't quite accurate. It was still scalding, but it had diminished.
Which meant—
"Ma-Master."
"Y-You…! Huuu. Have you regained your senses? Then let's… separate now."
She wanted to rage at him, but seeing his trembling eyes filled with guilt softened her resolve. First, they had to untangle this disgraceful position.
She pushed him away, peeling their lower halves apart like separating sticky slugs.
Schlllck.
As her disciple's yang member slid out, her inner flesh clung to it, dragged along.
"Hk—ahem."
She nearly let out a moan from the friction's heat but managed to suppress it, stubbornly arching her back away.
Just as it was almost fully out—
"I'm sorry, Master!"
Squelch!
"Oooghk!"
Seol Yu-ran's eyes rolled back as the King Cock plunged back in to the hilt.