Chapter 82: A Slave Can Be Copied? (1)
Chapter 82: A Slave Can Be Copied? (1)
By the time I got home and fucked Bunny Heavenly Demon and Dairy Cow Sword Queen until they were satisfied, dawn was already upon us. It was a new morning in the murim world, where sparrows chirped in place of alarm clocks.
I'd pounded them until my cock was sore, and fucked them so full of cum that the two women looked pregnant, yet my King Cock still showed no signs of knowing when to quit.
My cockiness was something else—rising to full mast as if it were time for morning wood already.
I wondered whether I should go at it again, but when I saw them passed out, I felt the urge subside.
If I did any more, it wouldn't be pleasure; it would be torture. Maybe I would have done it if they were just women I was fucking for a little fun, but the two of them were my wives.
As a sweet, family-devoted lecher of a husband, I couldn't torture my wives.
"Still, the two of them are so damn hot, my cock just won't die down."
The Yin-Yang Sexual Art was the greatest of all Sexual Arts, letting me boast inexhaustible stamina as long as my internal energy was full. Mental fortitude was another matter, though. Once my lust died down, I wouldn't get hard even if I still had plenty of stamina.
And yet the fact that I was hard meant I'd grown to the point where Bunny Heavenly Demon and Dairy Cow Sword Queen alone couldn't satisfy my lust anymore.
"It's about time I went looking for a new bitch. The timing's perfect, too."
Of course, before that, I intended to finish what I'd come here to do.
I used Samadhi True Fire and Void Grasp to clean up the room, covered the women with a blanket, and then left. My steps led me to the underground laboratory the Mad Physician had once built for his jiangshi experiments, supposedly to break through the limits of the human body.
I planned to use the place, whose appearance was close to that of a torture chamber, exactly as it looked.
Creeeak.
Even the groan of the hinges sounded like the resentful cries of the spirits of those who had died here.
If a ghost saw the place, even it would run away. The third basement level, which even the investigation teams from the Imperial Court and the Murim Alliance had failed to discover. This was where our group had found a Fortuitous Encounter, and where the most vicious experiments had been conducted.
As a result, it was full of medical instruments and stands that could just as easily have been used as torture devices.
And on a table like one of the experiment benches, an old man lay with a gag in his mouth. Acupressure Sealing kept him from circulating his energy.
"Mmph! Mmmph!"
"Jegal Seung, the Myriad Deaths Divine Physician. An illegitimate son of the Jegal Clan, a dullard with little talent for Formations or martial arts, who learned sorcery, alchemy, and medicine at the Blood Cult's suggestion."
"Mmmph!!"
"Am I right? I am."
Jegal Seung, the Myriad Deaths Divine Physician. He was the Blood Cult's Third Elder, and, being an illegitimate son, he had joined the Cult after accepting its offer, driven by a desire for revenge against his family.
His goal was to use a special Gu worm developed by the Blood Cult to control the giants of the murim, isolate the Jegal Clan, and bring it down to the very bottom.
He meant to make the Jegal Clan's martial artists devour one another, just as one made a Gu worm, and wipe the clan out. In the original story, of course, the plan was stopped midway and failed thanks to the protagonist's group, who had noticed the existence of the Gu worm.
Now, he'd only just laid the foundations for his plan, but my wives had beaten him to a pulp and captured him.
"I'll tell you this in advance: I don't particularly intend to get in your way. If anything, I'm someone who'd like to help with your plan. Of course, the process will end up changing to suit my tastes."
"Huh?"
Jegal Seung had been struggling, but he stopped when he heard what I said.
Now that he'd quieted down, I removed the gag from his mouth.
"What do you mean by that?"
"You've regained your composure faster than I expected."
"There's no need to go to all that trouble to deceive me with an offer like that when you're a little brat who appears to be the leader of the two women who overwhelmingly subdued me. If it were me, I'd have tortured you from the start, slowly and methodically broken your mind, then brainwashed you into becoming a puppet."
"Maybe I'm not that sort of person. What makes you think I am?"
Jegal Seung answered in a calm voice, his eyes as dead as a fish's, as if his terrified appearance from just a moment ago had all been an act.
"One of the women who seems to be your subordinate may have hidden it well, but she uses Demonic Qi. Would a woman who uses Demonic Qi wear such vulgar clothes and follow orders like a subordinate if you were a normal man? And look at this torture chamber. No one would keep a place like this unless he were a pervert who'd developed a taste for killing people cruelly. The only place like it would be the Eastern Depot's underground torture chamber."
"Does the Blood Cult not have anything like this?"
"No. The Blood Cult strives to work efficiently. Rather than torture, it has streamlined the process through brainwashing."
"Is that so?"
That was something I didn't know. It wasn't as if I'd read that in the original story.
Most of the stories about the Blood Cult ended the same way: they plotted to overturn the Central Plains, only to be thoroughly crushed, bit by bit, by the protagonist's group, until they left the field wide open.
So even I, who had been a reader, knew almost nothing about what lay at the Blood Cult's headquarters.
"Then what reason do I have to believe you?"
"There is none. That is merely what I hope for. In this situation, bound as I am, all this old man can do is wag his three-inch tongue. And your eyes are those of a beast, not a human being, so I can only hope you'll use me as you say you will."
"I could pretend to use you and then throw you away, couldn't I?"
"Then there would be nothing I could do. I'd have to live on, tortured by false hope, being worked like a dog by someone who has a woman of at least elder-level strength from the Demonic Cult and a survivor of the Ice Palace under his command—and then die."
His answer sounded like that of someone who had resigned himself to his life. Revenge was the goal of his lifetime, but he seemed to feel that if it happened, good, and if it didn't, well, so be it.
There was no point torturing someone like him. His eyes were already dead.
Even if I were an extreme pervert and, while giving Jegal Seung Bone Transformation Rebirth, changed his chromosomes, turned him into a woman, and fucked him, he wouldn't change.
That was how thoroughly he had given up on everything. But precisely because of that, he was a danger who might betray me at any time.
"What can you offer me to make me trust you while I use you?"
"Will I die if I have nothing?"
"Probably."
"There should be a glass vial in my pocket. It contains a Gu worm I developed with the support I received from the Blood Cult."
Ah. I knew about this one, since I'd read about it in the original.
"If you smear blood on it and then make someone swallow it, they have to obey the commands of whoever's blood it is without question?"
"...How did you know? Do you, too, have a talent for sorcery?"
"I only have a shallow understanding of it. I'm nowhere near your profound level. I just vaguely guessed that might be what it was for, since you called it a Gu worm."
As I shrugged and spoke calmly, Jegal Seung furrowed his brow. What was bothering him?
"It's pretty damn unpleasant to have my Gu worm, which embodies all my skill, seen through by a man who fantasizes about making female masters wear perverted outfits."
"Is that something you should say in front of the person you're about to serve?"
"Don't put on airs, little brat. You didn't bring me here alive and in one piece because you need me?"
"Um... I don't know if I'd call you 'in one piece' when you've been beaten so badly I can barely recognize your face."
"......Ahem."
It seemed he'd realized there was something a little off about what he'd said. Jegal Seung tried to smooth it over with a cough.
In truth, he'd been beaten so badly his face was nearly twice its normal size. Saying he'd been captured alive and in one piece was a bit of a stretch.
If he looked in a mirror, Jegal Seung himself would press his lips shut and blush with embarrassment. He'd realize just how shameful his remark had been.
"Anyway, feed the Gu worm your blood, then make the old man swallow it. That way, you'll have a puppet who has no choice but to obey your commands."
"You don't mind turning yourself into a puppet? You must be senile as hell."
"In exchange, make sure you really wreck the Jegal Clan. It's the lifelong regret I've carried."
Naturally, I was going to wreck them properly. The Jegal Clan's brilliant minds were an obstacle even to me, the Thousand-Faced Lust Demon.
They weren't a crazy information network on the level of the Hao Clan, capable of piecing together vast amounts of information and drawing accurate conclusions.
But as time passed and their information gradually accumulated, they might eventually be able to guess part of my true identity.
So I needed to crush them underfoot, lightly and soundly, before they figured it out.
"I'll kill all the Jegal Clan's cocks or turn them into invalids, and make the cunts into whores who spread their legs for me."
"You—you're the Thousand-Faced Lust Demon...!!"
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How'd he know?
"Gulp....He may be like a child I made myself, but he really does taste fucking awful."
At Jegal Seung's suggestion, I fed the Gu worm my blood and then made him swallow it. He ate it with a queasy look on his face, but seemed no worse for it.
So I sent the Gu worm an intent and gave it an order.
"Masturbate."
"Grrrrraaaah?! S-stop the order! Quickly...!"
"Cancel the order."
"Hah...! Hah...!"
Come to think of it, had he suffered so much because he didn't want to masturbate? I never would have expected someone who didn't even fear death and had resigned himself to life and death to defy an order because of his own dick.
"You really didn't want to jerk off that badly?"
"You crazy bastard...!"
Jegal Seung shouted, his eyes bloodshot.
"I'm nearly seventy years old! Did you think my thing would still get hard at this age? You ordered me to do something I can't, so the Solitary Puppet had no choice but to inflict unrelenting torture!"
"...Oh. Sorry."
I hadn't thought of that.