Chapter 58: You're Too ○○... (1)

I was beginning to feel that it was about time to go looking for a new Fortuitous Encounter.

Now that I had two wives to take care of my cock, I figured I ought to find a Fortuitous Encounter fit for the smutty martial arts world. In particular, I was beginning to feel an urgent need for one with contraceptive properties.

Of course, even now, I could prevent conception by using the Yin-Yang Sexual Art to create a disharmony between yin and yang. Since life itself was born of the harmony of yin and yang, deliberately distorting that balance meant no life would be born.

I can use the Sexual Art to kill the sperm before I come, but... having to pay attention and work it every single time I ejaculate is pretty damn unsexy.

Do you have any idea how exhausting it is to focus on killing my little swimmers every time I come?

By its very nature, copulation was practically a sacred ritual for the purpose of reproduction. So having to devote my energy to contraception, even as I prevented the very birth of life at its source, so I could fully enjoy the pleasure—that was more distressing than I'd expected.

I did think it would be fine to get them pregnant, but whenever we weren't having sex for the purpose of conceiving, I had to do this without fail. It was a real nuisance.

Maybe that was why.

All of a sudden, I remembered the taste of the inn's errand girl's pussy—the one I'd fucked a while back. I remembered leaving after making absolutely sure to get her pregnant with the Yin-Yang Sexual Art.

By now, the child would be two years old.

I also remembered the taste of the pussies of countless married women from martial clans and precious daughters from prominent families. As the Thousand-Faced Lust Demon, I'd needed to build up my yin and yang qi, so whenever I saw a woman who fell squarely within my strike zone, I'd fucked her after changing my appearance in all sorts of ways, using things like face-changing techniques and human-skin masks.

I'd forced most of them to bear my children.

By now, all over the Central Plains, there were children of mine whose names I didn't even know, going, "Waaah! Gimme milk!"

Maybe someday, one of them would grow up without a father, sharpen a blade in a thirst for revenge, and come looking for me. If that happened, I'd subdue them and personally teach them, as their biological father, that they mustn't defy their heaven-high parent.

If it was a son, I'd use my fists. If it was a daughter, I'd give her a spanking.

If you asked why I'd resort to physical methods, I'd answer that they were the simplest and most effective.

It was only a hunch, but I had a feeling there'd be more than one kid coming after me. There simply wouldn't be enough time to reform every last one of them with a father's love.

I'd gotten off track, but here was the conclusion:

Contraceptive Fortuitous Encounter. Urgently needed.

It was about time I left this cabin—and Wi Ji-ja's household.

I went straight to Wi Ji-ja and told him,

"Today's the day."

"The day of what?"

"The day Wi Ji-bo's severed meridians are completely healed."

"!"

Wi Ji-ja, who had been practicing the Celibacy Art, sprang to his feet with his eyes wide open. A variety of complicated emotions filled his ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠gaze.

The pure happiness of a father whose daughter was going to be cured.

The anxiety that his wife was going to leave home with another man.

The distrust he felt toward his own sexual ability, and whether he'd ever be able to get an erection again.

Those feelings gathered in a jumble, tangled together in so many different ways that they twisted into an impossible knot. To sever those emotions, tangled as intricately as an inner demon, he would have to cut them clean through with a blade.

And most people simply weren't decisive enough to do that.

Wi Ji-ja, who had lost his dantian and become a eunuch, was no different.

Even once we, who belittled him as an inferior male, were gone, he would still be the same. Even with time, it would be difficult for him to recover his self-esteem, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠which had sunk so terribly low.

"At the same time, it's the day your master becomes my wife. She'll wear proper clothes befitting the wife of the Post-Nut Clarity Sect Leader, and we'll travel around the Central Plains together."

"You're going to make my wife wear... such shameless clothes as Madam Chi's?"

"That's right."

Wi Ji-ja bowed his head sharply and trembled. I smirked at the sight. It was perfectly obvious what he was thinking.

"Today's the last day you'll get to watch my master being fucked by me. I'm sure it'll be agonizing, watching your wife betray you and have an affair... But since it's the last day, I'll make it special. You can watch if you want. Don't go spying on us creepily from the shadows, huffing and panting."

"......What, such, an insulting thing to say—!"

He was trembling so hard.

His words kept faltering, and he tried to hold on to an air of defiance right to the end, but I saw it.

Even with his head bowed, the corners of his mouth quivered upward, and the front of his trousers was slightly swollen. The moment I saw that reaction, I'd done what I came to do, so I turned and walked away.

***

Today, I was going to have an affair in a special way.

Before that, I completely healed Wi Ji-bo's Great Yin Severed Meridians, and swallowed up all the yin and yang qi produced during the healing process, storing it in my dantian.

In terms of both the total amount and the density of my internal energy, I'd grown so powerful that I felt I might be the greatest martial artist in all history.

Then, twilight descended, letting me know it was time.

Wi Ji-ja sat silently, huddled in the corner of the marital bedroom, staring at me with dead eyes. He was looking forward to seeing his wife come in and get fucked by me, but at the same time, he was despairing at the misery of knowing that the reality of losing her was about to come true.

Perhaps he was even ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠blaming himself for his own tastes—the cuckolding fetish I'd instilled in him through suggestion—while the knowledge that he couldn't quit it, like a gambling habit, was breaking him.

Just like how gamblers tell themselves they won't go back once they've lost all their money, but still keep coming back because they can't forget the thrill of winning.

Wi Ji-ja kept watching his wife get fucked by me.

I was so excited about what was about to happen that it was hard to calm my racing heart. Watching what was about to unfold, just how utterly despairing would Wi Ji-ja be once he'd been completely robbed of her?

Taking things as far as stealing a milf wasn't enough; enjoying the sight of an inferior male in despair was a truly vile hobby, too. And yet, even while I knew this was evil, it felt so natural to me that I didn't find it the least bit strange.

If anything, it felt more familiar. Was this the mindset of a smutty martial arts world protagonist? Or had I been this much of a scumbag even before I was possessed?

Honestly, in this situation, it didn't really matter either way.

What mattered was that this was the moment I would make an incredible woman my wife, completely and utterly.

Creeeak.

"I'm here."

"Right. Have you been waiting long?"

"You should think of waiting for your master as a warm-up for the fun we're about to have. The beauty of anticipation, you might say."

"Heh. I'm glad my disciple likes it."

Seol Yu-ran smiled sweetly. She was dressed in a bathrobe. She seemed to have gone to great lengths to prepare, even bathing before coming here and getting herself perfectly made up. It made me feel that, as a woman, she had finished getting ready.

She untied the sash at her waist and spread the robe's lapels apart, revealing what lay beneath.

The skin gradually revealed was as white as milk, and the curves of her body and the soft flesh at her waist stood out especially to my eyes.

A milf martial artist who combined the genres of a beautiful female master and a mother.

The robe came off completely, revealing Seol Yu-ran's naked body. I looked toward her crotch and gave her a leering smile.

"Master, you were warming up your pussy for your disciple?"

"......Yes. Don't you like it?"

"If I didn't, would I be hard?"

A wooden dildo, a wooden sex toy commonly used by women in the Central Plains, was plugged into Seol Yu-ran's pussy.

Its size wasn't standard, either—as if it had been modeled after my own cock—so even Wi Ji-ja, in the corner of the room, could see it clearly.

She lowered a delicate, jade-like hand to her own crotch, then—

Squelch.

She began pulling out the oversized dildo.

"Mmnh!"

Maybe it was too big. Seol Yu-ran couldn't hold back and suddenly let out a moan as she pulled it free, and at last she got the whole thing out.

'That's really about the same size as mine. Did she get it from Chi-chi?'

The dildo glistened with her juices, and it felt like an omen that my King Cock would soon look just like that.

Standing before me, she spread her labia wide with her own hands, exposing the inner flesh of her gaping hole even more blatantly. From the entrance, opening and closing, to the puckered, ridged folds inside, it was the very picture of a married woman aching for cock.

"Disciple. Give your master... your pussy♡"

"Gladly."

I hugged her so tightly her breasts were crushed against me, and thrust straight inside!

Squelch-pop.

"Eung-haah♡ Th-this is it...!"

Seol Yu-ran was beautiful as she tilted her head back slightly and let out a heated moan. The women of the North Sea Ice Palace were beautiful to begin with, but Seol Yu-ran was surely among the most beautiful of them. After all, she was a direct blood relative of the Palace Master and had even consumed an ice crystal. How could she not be so damn hot?

Seeing her eyes turn up prettily made me want to kiss her.

"Slurp. Smack. Sluuurp."

"Smack. Smack-smack. Smoooch!"

I kissed her and tried to pass my filthy saliva into her mouth. She caught the saliva that crossed over on my tongue with her own, and swallowed it down greedily.

I grabbed her postpartum-widened hips and the Central Plains' finest milkers, one in each hand, and gazed into the blue eyes before me.

Reading the longing held in those mysterious, sapphire-like pupils, I asked her,

"Master. Are you ready for impregnation?"

"...I'm ready to carry my disciple's baby."

"Then I'll begin."

Ignoring Wi Ji-ja's horrified reaction to the word "pregnancy" from the corner of the room, I moved my hips gently.

Squish-pop. Squish-pop. Squish-pop.

I kept thrusting my cock into her while fondling her breasts, which were too big to fit in my hands. I wasn't moving roughly as I usually did; it was sex between a man and a woman that seemed all the more full of affection for it.

We looked into each other's eyes without a word and kept fucking.

How much time had passed? A signal was beginning to rise. My balls grew hot, and my cock swelled a little more.

Seol Yu-ran sensed the telltale ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠signs as if by instinct. She squeezed her pussy tight and, without a word, asked me for my seed.

"I'm coming."

"Make it gush♡ Let your master... carry your baby♡"

"I'm cumming inside your pussy, Master...!"

"Bwoooosh. Brrr-rush. Bwoosh!"

Unlike our gentle lovemaking, my ejaculation was fierce, as if I meant to drench her womb with semen. As the hot semen flowed inside her, Seol Yu-ran's hips twitched, and milk spilled from her breasts as she climaxed with her pussy.

I worked my tongue hard, licking up all the milk so it wouldn't spill onto the floor.

Because, even if it was only a possibility, just imagining Wi Ji-ja licking the milk off the floor later was enough to start making me feel sick. I was nipping that possibility in the bud.

'This milk is mine.'

I absolutely wasn't going to let anyone else have it.

"Ahng♡ Haah♡ This feeling... I can tell for certain that I'm pregnant."

"I deliberately balanced things with the Yin-Yang Art. It can amplify yin and yang energy, of course, but it can also be used to ensure pregnancy."

At our conversation, spoken as if we meant Wi Ji-ja to hear it, Wi Ji-ja's mouth fell open. The look on his face said he'd never imagined that I would not only betray him, but abruptly get his wife pregnant right in front of him.

Of course, this conversation was nothing more than a line we'd already agreed on. It was true that I planned to get Seol Yu-ran pregnant, but not right now.

And... this was all Seol Yu-ran knew, too.

"Master."

Unlike what I felt inside, I put on a stern expression and spoke with a coldness that could not have been greater.

"Can't you squeeze your pussy properly?"