Chapter 187: You Have a Great Weapon, Don't You?
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 187: You Have a Great Weapon, Don't You?
What the fuck?
Sun-woo was utterly flustered.
What the hell was going on? Why was she suddenly stripping?
Gulp.
Seeing Joo So-yang’s naked body, Sun-woo couldn't help but swallow hard.
The first thing that caught his eye was her pale skin. Her flesh, whiter than white jade, made his head spin. Scattered across that snowy skin were red welts from where he had struck her, a sight that only made her look more provocative.
Next were her breasts.
Sun-woo thought to himself: These are the biggest breasts I’ve ever seen.
Since falling into the Murim, Sun-woo had slept with two women: Ok-ryeong and the Great Matriarch, Un Ga-ryeo. Both possessed curvaceous figures and large breasts, though Un Ga-ryeo, having experienced childbirth, tended to be slightly larger.
Sun-woo had assumed no woman could have a larger chest than Un Ga-ryeo.
Today, that assumption was shattered.
They were huge. Monstrously so.
They were so massive that even when she tried to cover them with her hands, they barely hid her nipples. For Sun-woo, who loved being buried in a woman's chest, their sheer scale made his mouth water.
Gulp.
Sun-woo swallowed again. Looking at her once more, his mouth went dry.
Then his gaze drifted to the small scrap of fabric barely covering the space between her legs. Her white goi—traditional undergarments—struggled to contain her thick thighs and the mound between them, making Sun-woo’s heart race.
The words "suggestive" and "sensual" didn't even begin to cover it. He felt the blood rushing south with alarming speed.
Crazy.
Sun-woo hurriedly began circulating his Yin-Yang Harmony Qi, desperately trying to redirect the blood flow away from his crotch. If he got an erection now, it would look like nothing more than pure lust for her.
Fortunately, the frantic surge of blood began to disperse throughout his body. He seemed to have passed the crisis.
"Please... don't... stare so much."
Joo So-yang spoke, her face flushed crimson with shame.
...My dick is acting weird.
The moment he heard her voice, the blood rushed back to his phallus with even greater force.
This was foul play. That body, that age, that face... and then that kind of cuteness?
Sun-woo shook his head vigorously. It was true she was maddeningly alluring, but he couldn't just give in. If he abandoned himself to instinct, how would he be any different from a beast?
"What are you doing?! Put your clothes back on right now!" Sun-woo shouted at her.
Where did a married woman get off stripping naked in front of a strange man like this?
"I will give you my body. Please, just forgive my daughter," Joo So-yang said, slowly approaching him.
Huu.
As she drew closer, her unique, fragrant scent wafted into Sun-woo’s nose. It wasn't just her body that was seductive; even her scent was lewd.
Dammit.
Sun-woo cursed inwardly. The closer she got, the more he was smothered by her sultry, seductive Qi. If this continued, he was going to lose his mind.
A mother offering her body for her daughter... wasn't the mere thought of it too provocative?
Sun-woo quickly reached out and struck her sleep-inducing pressure point.
Slump.
Joo So-yang’s body began to tilt forward. Sun-woo caught her before she hit the ground.
"Phew."
Only then did Sun-woo breathe a sigh of relief. The explosive seductive Qi radiating from her body seemed to have subsided somewhat. He laid her down on the floor.
Boing.
As her body hit the floor, her massive breasts jiggled once more.
Gulp.
Sun-woo swallowed hard at the sight but quickly turned his head away. He was wary that "seeing leads to wanting," and he didn't want any wicked thoughts to take root.
Scanning the room, Sun-woo picked up the clothes she had discarded and draped them over her body. He figured it was better to keep her covered.
He shook his head. He had only told her to offer her body to mock her; he never imagined she would actually launch a physical offensive. Who would have thought the proud Heavenly Sword Empress would undo her dress and throw herself at him?
It was proof that her motherhood for Lee Ye-seol outweighed her pride.
Sun-woo turned his gaze toward Lee Ye-seol, who was still writhing in agony. She was screaming, tears streaming down her face, her nose running, and saliva dripping from her mouth. She was in so much pain she couldn't even maintain her expression.
Any more of this and she'll lose her mind.
Sun-woo walked over to her. Placing his hand on her chest, he began to draw out the poison. Soon, the Scorching Poison inside her body began to seep into Sun-woo’s hand.
After some time had passed, Lee Ye-seol’s trembling began to subside. The pain from the Scorching Poison was finally fading. Eventually, her body went limp. The poison was completely gone.
Ssssss.
At that moment, a yellowish liquid began to leak from her lower body along with a faint wisp of steam. She had wet herself.
"Ha."
Sun-woo let out a hollow laugh. At this rate, he should call it "Incontinence Poison" instead of Scorching Poison. Why did everyone who got poisoned by it end up pissing themselves?
After laying her down on the floor, Sun-woo walked back to Joo So-yang. He decided he really needed to get her dressed. He pulled back the clothes he had draped over her.
Jiggle.
As the fabric brushed against her, her breasts swayed.
Gulp.
He couldn't help but swallow, but he quickly regained his composure. He wasn't some lecher; he couldn't do anything to a sleeping woman.
Sun-woo lifted her right arm and guided it into the sleeve. Now for the other side. He supported the back of her neck, lifting her slightly to slide the left sleeve behind her back.
It was then.
"Hey."
A sharp voice rang out from somewhere.
Flinch.
Sun-woo jumped at the sound. He slowly looked up.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?"
Tang Seo-yoon, who had managed to sit halfway up, was glaring at Sun-woo with a look of pure contempt.
"W-What?!"
Caught off guard, Sun-woo stammered, unable to find his words. He needed to explain the situation, but he was tongue-tied.
An unconscious Joo So-yang, nearly naked. And Sun-woo, clutching her clothes. To anyone watching, it looked exactly like a crime in progress.
"T-That is..." Sun-woo began to stutter. "I was just trying to dress her..."
"And you expect me to believe that?"
"It's the truth!"
"Then who stripped her?"
"Joo So-yang did it herself..."
Sun-woo’s voice trailed off. Even to his own ears, it sounded like a pathetic excuse. His mind began to race. If this kept up, Tang Seo-yoon might actually grow to loathe him.
Shit.
He cursed inwardly. He regretted not just leaving her stripped. Tang Seo-yoon surely wouldn't believe him, especially given the precedent with the Great Matriarch. She probably thought he was a lecher who only targeted married women.
"Why?" Tang Seo-yoon asked, looking at him.
"Huh?"
Sun-woo blinked in confusion. He expected her to blow up at him for lying, but instead, she was asking for the reason.
"Why did Joo So-yang strip herself?"
"Y-You believe me?"
"I'm asking because I believe you," Tang Seo-yoon replied calmly. "I know you're a pervert, but I also know you're not the type to do something you can't take responsibility for. And I'm not so foolish as to judge based solely on appearances."
Sun-woo looked at her with touched eyes. She was mature—incredibly mature. He was deeply impressed by her reaction. She was only about four years older than him, but her maturity made the age gap feel much wider.
I was worried for nothing.
Sun-woo let out a mental sigh of relief. Gaining confidence from her words, he began to explain everything—from injecting Lee Ye-seol with the Scorching Poison to the circumstances that led to Joo So-yang stripping.
Tap.
After listening to Sun-woo’s entire story, Tang Seo-yoon thought for a moment before climbing out of bed and stepping onto the floor.
"Are you okay?" Sun-woo asked with concern.
Despite having no internal injuries, she had suffered significant external trauma. He couldn't help but worry.
"It was just a few hits from a kid. It would be embarrassing to stay down for just that," she replied with a smirk. "Besides, it looks worse than it is. She avoided all my vital points. I can stand."
She swung her arms around to show she was fine. In truth, when Lee Ye-seol was trampling her, she hadn't been striking randomly. She had avoided every lethal spot. In her own way, Lee Ye-seol had maintained a minimum line of restraint.
"Phew, that's a relief," Sun-woo said. He had been worried seeing her covered in blood, but it seemed the injuries weren't that severe.
"First, let's deal with this mother and daughter," Tang Seo-yoon said, looking at Sun-woo.
"Why? Are we going to silence them?"
"You idiot! What do you mean 'silence them'? Do you want our clan to be exterminated?" Tang Seo-yoon shouted, scowling. "We need to wash them and change their clothes first. Are you just going to leave them like this?"
She pointed at the unconscious Lee Ye-seol and the paralyzed Joo So-yang.
Sun-woo nodded. She was right; they couldn't leave them in this state. Since both had wet themselves, the smell of urine was pungent, and they were covered in blood, sweat, tears, snot, and saliva. They needed a thorough cleaning.
"I'll take Joo So-yang. You carry Lee Ye-seol and follow me."
With that, Tang Seo-yoon circulated her Ten Thousand Streams Return to the Source Divine Art to revitalize her body. Once she felt her strength returning, she picked up Joo So-yang and began to move.
Sun-woo hurriedly hoisted Lee Ye-seol up by her waist.
Drip, drip.
As he did, the yellow liquid pooled in her clothes began to drip onto the floor.
"Dammit."
Sun-woo grimaced. A few drops of urine had splashed onto his Dragon Robe.
Sorry, Black Dragon.
After apologizing to his Black Dragon Robe several times in his head, he followed after Tang Seo-yoon. He made a mental note to have the robe laundered as soon as they returned to the Tang Clan.
*
"Where's Joo So-yang?" Sun-woo asked Tang Seo-yoon.
"I laid her on a bed in a nearby room. What about Lee Ye-seol?"
"I just tossed her in her own room."
"It probably smells like piss in there. Is that okay?" Tang Seo-yoon frowned. Lee Ye-seol’s room was where she had thoroughly soiled herself. Just thinking about it was unpleasant.
"Who cares?" Sun-woo replied nonchalantly. He had done enough. He saved her life, washed her, changed her clothes, and even put her in bed. If she wanted anything more, she was just being greedy.
"Phew, fine," Tang Seo-yoon sighed lightly. "Anyway, what's the plan?"
"The plan for what?" Sun-woo asked, playing dumb.
"You're not just going to leave those two alone, are you?" Tang Seo-yoon’s expression turned serious.
The situation was more dire than it seemed. Even though Tang Seo-yoon had been kidnapped, Sun-woo had subjected Joo So-yang and Lee Ye-seol to indelible humiliation. There was no way they would just let this slide.
If this became known to the Murim, the Tang Clan would be finished. In the Murim, reputation was just as important as justification. If the truth came out, not only Lee Jae-won but all the martial artists of the Cheonmu Alliance—who valued face above all else—would rise up in outrage.
She was deep in thought, unable to find a way out of this predicament.
"I guess silencing them is out of the question?" Sun-woo asked.
"Be serious! The whole Murim knows you and I entered the Heavenly Moon Palace. How could we possibly silence them?" Tang Seo-yoon snapped, her temper flaring for once.
She was right. She had already informed the Cheonmu Alliance of her presence through her disciples. If Joo So-yang and Lee Ye-seol vanished, she and Sun-woo would be the prime suspects.
"I've already planted enough fear in Joo So-yang that she trembles just at the sight of me. Is that not enough?"
"What?" Tang Seo-yoon asked, her interest piqued. "Tell me more."
"I used the Scorching Poison to break her spirit during our first fight..."
Sun-woo began to recount his interactions with Joo So-yang—how she had wept and begged for forgiveness, and how she had lost control of her bladder.
"Hmm."
Tang Seo-yoon rubbed her chin, falling into deep thought. While the story involved extreme humiliation for Joo So-yang, she felt like there might be a solution hidden within it.
"There is a way," Tang Seo-yoon finally said, as if she had made up her mind.
"What is it?"
"Since things have already come to this, let's make her submit completely."
"What? How?" Sun-woo asked, puzzled.
How could they possibly make the proud Joo So-yang submit entirely? Fear might have broken her pride temporarily, but it would eventually return with time. How could they truly subjugate her?
"You have a great weapon, don't you?" Tang Seo-yoon said calmly.
"You said the source of the martial arts you learned was sexual arts, right?"
She looked at Sun-woo with sparkling eyes. Under her gaze, Sun-woo’s face began to turn pale. He had a very good idea of what she was about to suggest.