Chapter 50: Cuckoo Life (7)
Chapter 50: Cuckoo Life (7)
I continued my days of adulterous sex with Seol Yu-ran, mixing bodies right in front of Wi Ji-ja.
An affair that unfolded under the watchful eyes of the household's master. Normally, it happened in the bedroom, but when Wi Ji-bo slept in, we'd do it at the breakfast table. Sometimes, I'd even take her to the training grounds, pouncing on her like a beast with the Ice Wolf Divine Transformation active after her Ice White Divine Art training.
Now, as long as Wi Ji-bo wasn't around and I didn't creampie her, we could fuck anywhere.
Lately, Seol Yu-ran had grown even more obsessed with my cock than Wi Ji-ja, who had suggested this in the first place. Being denied creampies left her unsatisfied.
As time passed, the frustrated housewife's thirst only worsened, and with it, her respect and devotion toward her husband dwindled.
The funny part? Wi Ji-ja was so fixated on getting his own dick hard that he didn't even notice his wife's transformation.
The time wasn't far off when the woman from the North Sea would completely surrender herself to me.
"Master, was the pussy of that woman with a child delicious?"
"Delicious. I wouldn't have chosen her for nothing."
"Hmm. Was it better than this concubine's Heavenly Demon pussy?"
"...Of course our Chi-chi's Heavenly Demon pussy is better."
"Hmm."
Chi-chi, who had been casting a crescent-moon-like, bewitching gaze at me, turned her head to look back. Those eyes, as if interrogating whether I truly meant it, were terrifying beyond compare.
True to her nature as the Heavenly Killing Star, even her jealousy provoked a reaction—a faint red glow flickering in her pupils, ominous beyond measure.
As Chi-chi lay on her stomach, I personally massaged the soles of her feet, soothing her displeased mood.
Knead. Knead.
"Nghaaah♡"
Not from sexual pleasure, but from the unique relief of knotted muscles loosening, Chi-chi's expression instantly softened. The murderous aura dissipated, leaving only sweet affection in her eyes.
In the Central Plains, it was practically unheard of for a man to massage a woman's feet like this. Noblewomen from imperial or prestigious families might hire professional masseuses, but otherwise, no man would go out of his way to massage his woman's feet.
Especially among martial artists, this tendency was even stronger.
Martial arts, no matter what, involved a lot of footwork. It wasn't for nothing that half of martial techniques were called footwork—no matter what skill you used, your feet were always moving.
And with that came sweat and odor.
If this weren't a smut novel.
If the peak-level master weren't in a female-optimized state, where all odors transformed into pheromones.
I wouldn't have even considered massaging the soles of a female martial artist's feet otherwise.
"Hmm. For Master to massage the soles of this cocksleeve's feet, you must be head over heels for this concubine."
"If I couldn't touch the feet of the woman who services my cock, I wouldn't have taken her as my wife. If you want, I could even suck on your toes while pampering you?"
"Mmm. I'll pass on that."
Surprisingly, Chi-chi didn't take me up on the offer. Given how possessive she was about every aspect of my first experiences, I'd expected her to demand it.
"We'll be going at it soon enough, and it'd be a bit dirty to kiss with lips that just sucked on this concubine's toes."
"Ah. That's the reason?"
"Of course. It's the same logic as not kissing this concubine's mouth after she's sucked your cock."
It was such a convincing reason that I not only understood but wholeheartedly agreed. Even I wouldn't want to kiss a woman who'd just tasted my cum.
Whatever else I might wonder about, I wasn't curious what my own cock juice tasted like.
No—more than not wanting to know, I dreaded finding out.
Chi-chi, who had been lying down as I massaged her entire body, rose from the spot. Her voluptuous fruits swayed, and the world's strongest backshot barrier twitched as she walked over to the clothes rack and slipped into her signature outfit.
Chi-chi the bunny girl, dressed in rabbit-inspired attire—the Bunny Heavenly Demon was complete.
I had almost turned into a beast watching the world's finest ass sway moments ago, but endured through transcendent willpower.
Chi-chi, sensing my desperate longing, flashed me a smug smile and proudly showed off her backside.
"Heh-heh. The Rabbit Heavenly Demon's backdoor... Don't you feel like stuffing it after so long? I heard that married woman's backdoor hasn't even been touched yet. Aren't you getting hungry?"
"Hmm. Later. We'll have plenty of fun tonight anyway."
"True enough."
Seemingly just testing the waters, Chi-chi didn't voice any disappointment and easily gave up, sidling up to me and linking her arm with mine.
"By the way, when does that married woman finally become yours? This mistress may have patience as vast as the ocean, but I'm starting to crave a daily life painted with lustful pleasures."
"Just bear with me a little longer."
The seeds of betrayal had already been sown.
I'd seen her frustration at being denied a creampie, the disappointment in her eyes when she witnessed her husband's pitiful ejaculation. The genuine expressions of pure, selfish desire told me her complete corruption wasn't far off.
Even now, her downfall was flourishing in real time.
'Wi Ji-ja has it all wrong.'
The women of the North Sea don't commit adultery just to relieve their sexual urges.
They do it because they need to be filled with abundant yang energy their husbands fail to provide.
But since he'd told me to fuck her without ever cumming inside, even if her desires were temporarily sated, the stimulated yin energy would only grow more turbulent, tormenting Seol Yu-ran's primal cravings with thirst.
This was an affair that left her worse off than if she hadn't done it at all.
Patting Chi-chi's butt, I whispered to her.
"Once we secure that milf of a master, I'll bring our Rabbit Heavenly Demon down as much as you want with this hero's cock."
"♡"
A heart floated up in Chi-chi's pupils.
Soon after, as dusk fell, the medical hall became as silent as a dead mouse.
***
Today, too, I visited for Wi Ji-bo's treatment and had a private meeting with Wi Ji-ja. Wi Ji-bo, temporarily improved by the treatment, had gone out for a stroll with Seol Yu-ran, and it would still be some time before they returned.
He greeted me with a haggard face, as if he hadn't slept properly in days.
The once-stately and intellectual demeanor befitting a Daoist Sword Saint now made him look like a broken man.
Yet, his bearing still carried an air of nobility as he served me tea and took his seat.
"You said you had something to discuss with me?"
"Yes, Sword Saint. You've been troubled lately, haven't you?"
"...No. There's no problem at all."
There was a fleeting pause before he answered, but I caught it—and I knew exactly what the issue was.
"You can be honest with me. As a fellow man, I believe I can offer you some advice."
"You said there was no problem—"
"When Master and I join our bodies, you react, yet your member never fully rises, does it?"
"……What are you trying to say?"
His slightly bloodshot eyes were less furious and more brimming with irritation. Having sold his wife for the sake of an erection, only to find it still uncooperative, frustration was inevitable.
It was such a natural frustration that I generously chose to understand.
"As you know, the Post-Nut Clarity Sect deeply studied the harmony between men and women through the art of Yin-Yang cultivation. Among other things, we conducted extensive research on the bedroom arts of men and women. Therefore, I know exactly why the Sword Saint suffers from erectile dysfunction—and how to cure it."
"!"
Wi Ji-ja's eyes flew wide open.
The way his bloodshot eyes flashed made him look like a madman about to draw his blade in the middle of the street, and I flinched for a moment—but I kept my composure. I feigned ease, deceiving Wi Ji-ja.
Only then would he permit me to cum inside Seol Yu-ran's adulterous pussy.
"Losing your dantian, the physical shock, and the psychological deprivation likely caused your member to wither. I suspect the root of the issue is primarily mental."
"Why do you think that?"
"You can still ejaculate, can't you? Even if it's without an erection."
"……."
Wi Ji-ja's face twisted as though his pride had been wounded, but he didn't refute my claim.
Not a bad reaction. Despite his mounting frustration, he was still willing to listen—proof of how desperate he was for an erection.
"If it were purely physical, you wouldn't be able to ejaculate at all. But since it's psychological, ejaculation is still possible. The problem is, in this state, no matter how many potent tonics you take, your lower member won't rise. You'll just have more non-erect ejaculations or wet dreams, nothing more."
"That's right. That's exactly how it's been."
"You've already tried that, then? Well, I would've done the same, so I understand."
"Stop beating around the bush."
Wi Ji-ja's brow furrowed impatiently as he urged me to get to the point.
"So, is there really a way to cure my member?"
"Yes. Since the problem stems from your mind, resolving the mental block will solve it."
I curled my lips into a sardonic smile, shaping my gaze into one of mockery, then spoke to Wi Ji-ja, who looked ready to explode.
"Every time you watch me commit adultery with Master, you get sexually aroused—and in the end, you ejaculate without an erection. That's likely the answer."
"I've already been doing that, and it hasn't fixed anything!"
BANG!
Wi Ji-ja slammed his fist onto the table. It was a rebuke—he had already permitted the adultery, so what more was I asking for?
In the tense atmosphere, I shrugged nonchalantly.
"You haven't gone all the way, have you?"
"What?"
"Ejaculating inside her."
"!"
Wi Ji-ja's gaze shook violently, as if an earthquake had struck. His pupils trembled wildly as I leaned in, wearing a devilish smile, and whispered to him like a seduction.
"Since we didn't go all the way, the treatment remains incomplete—left in this unsatisfactory state. If the Sword Saint permits this humble one to ejaculate inside Master's adulterous cunt, you could overcome your mental block and achieve full erection. Just imagine it—the moment when an outsider like me cums in Master's womb. It would be spectacular, wouldn't it? The shame of getting hard in such a morally depraved situation, yet so unbearably thrilling that your legs might give way—don't you think?"
"......"
The Sword Saint lowered his head in silence. Not from the shame of having his ugly desires exposed, but because he was staring at his own erection—hardened by the NTR fantasy I'd just described.
It was even more swollen than when he'd watched Seol Yu-ran's illicit cunt being taken. Though merely a limp-dicked failure, the bulge straining against his pants was unmistakable.
The man once called the Sword Saint twisted his lips into a grotesque smile, trembling.
I drove the final nail in.
"Just once. What's so difficult about once?"
"......"
"You'll permit it, won't you? Ejaculating inside her."
"...Very well."
The Sword Saint answered in a daze.