Chapter 392: Don't You Want Revenge?
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 392: Don't You Want Revenge?
Inside the basement.
A man, mounted atop a woman bound in chains, began to thrust his hips relentlessly.
"Ah... ah... ah..."
The woman let out continuous groans of pain at the man's rapid movements.
After some time had passed...
"Alright, I'm coming."
The man spoke with a repulsive smile.
Squelch, squelch, squelch.
Soon, as if satisfied, the man sprayed a thick load of seed deep into her uterus.
Then, he slowly began to pull his dick out.
Glug, glug.
Immediately, a torrent of cum began to spill out from the woman's pussy.
"Hehehe. This is the cum of the World's Greatest Martial Artist. You'd better keep it inside you."
The man, Lee Jae-won, spoke with a sickening chuckle.
However, the woman simply hung her head low, as if she didn't even have the strength to respond.
Grab.
When she remained silent, Lee Jae-won slowly reached out and grabbed her chin, forcing it up.
Her hollow, sunken eyes came into view.
"What? Broken again?"
Lee Jae-won spoke, his face contorting into a scowl of annoyance.
He thought he had been relatively careful with her, but it seemed it was all for naught. To think she would break in just a week.
"Shit."
Lee Jae-won spat out a curse.
She was a woman he had kidnapped after waiting for the perfect opportunity. The thought that she was already ruined filled him with irritation.
"Why do bitches these days break so easily? Twenty years ago, those women could take thousands of dicks from Demonic Cult grunts without their minds breaking once, and they still popped out babies left and right."
Lee Jae-won clicked his tongue, blaming the lack of grit in modern Central Plains women.
He truly couldn't understand it.
During the Great War of Righteousness and Demons twenty years ago, so many female martial artists had been gang-raped by the dregs of the Demonic Cult. Though he didn't know the exact numbers, they must have been hammered by the cocks of hundreds of men, thousands of times.
Yet, despite such harsh suffering, only a tiny fraction of those raped women had committed suicide. It was likely thanks to their sturdy mental fortitude.
Lee Jae-won lamented. He was dissatisfied with the mental strength of today's female martial artists, who were incredibly fragile compared to those from twenty years ago.
How could their minds shatter after just a week of being dicked? How could they protect the Murim with such a rotten spirit?
"This is why they need to experience a war. This disaster happens because they're raised like flowers in a greenhouse!"
Lee Jae-won made his boomer-like remarks while casually wiping his dick. Then, he looked at the woman before him, who had lost her mind.
"Hmm."
He pondered what to do with this broken bitch.
Part of him wanted to crush her head and dump the corpse in a brothel. But he felt it would be a waste to just throw her away like this. After only a week, she was still practically brand new—new enough to qualify for a full refund. How could he discard something so fresh after only a week of use?
"Let's use her for one more month."
Lee Jae-won stroked the woman's fair cheek a few times before turning around. He intended to go back to fulfilling his duties as the Alliance Leader.
Step, step, step.
Creeeeak.
Bang!
"Uu... aaaa... uu... aa... a..."
After Lee Jae-won left, the woman wailed sorrowfully, shedding mournful tears. His final words echoed in her ears.
[Let's use her for one more month.]
"Kuaaaaa... aaaa... aaack!"
With her pressure points struck, the woman shed tears and let out a silent scream. An overwhelming sense of despair flooded from deep within her heart. This shameful, embarrassing, and horrific agony was to continue for another month. How could she not despair?
'Why... why... me... what did I... do wrong...'
She cried and cried again. Her heart was filled with such a sense of injustice and sorrow.
Ja So-ryeong had simply wanted to be a female martial artist. A woman who could overcome her limitations and stand shoulder-to-shoulder with men. Just like Phoenix Hall Master Kang Ha-yoon.
While most women in the Murim admired Joo So-yang, the Best Among Women, she was different. Rather than Joo So-yang, who stood aloof like a noble crane after retiring from the front lines following the Great War of Righteousness and Demons, she admired Kang Ha-yoon, who was actively performing deeds of chivalry on the front lines.
She had undergone countless grueling trials to enter the Phoenix Unit, where Kang Ha-yoon served as the Hall Master. She had reformed her weak constitution through training and even saved up to buy and consume elixirs. She had failed the Phoenix Unit recruitment three times.
But she never gave up, and eventually, she was able to join the Phoenix Unit. She had passed.
When she first entered the service of her idol, Phoenix Hall Master Kang Ha-yoon, she felt as if she owned the world. Not only had Kang Ha-yoon reached the supreme Transcendent Realm as a woman, but she had also made a name for herself through numerous chivalrous acts since the Great War. How could Ja So-ryeong not be overjoyed to serve under her?
Ja So-ryeong had vowed that one day, she would become a wonderful female martial artist who could serve as a role model, just like Kang Ha-yoon.
But that vow had been utterly shattered. By the hands of Kang Ha-yoon's husband, Lee Jae-won.
She had been continuing her training late into the night, as usual. She believed that to become a great martial artist like Kang Ha-yoon, she had to strive forward constantly.
Then, at some point, her vision went dark, and she lost consciousness. When she opened her eyes, a man was mounted on top of her. He was thrusting that hideous thing into her.
She resisted fiercely, but it was useless. Her internal energy was sealed, and her limbs were bound in chains. There was no way she could resist in such a state. In the end, the purity she had guarded for twenty-three years was lost in the most futile way possible, and she fell into despair. She had wanted to give her virginity to someone she loved.
Surging with rage, Ja So-ryeong glared at the man who had violated her with eyes full of resentment. She intended to remember his face and get her revenge if she ever found a chance to escape.
And the moment she confirmed the man's face... her world collapsed.
The face of the man who had violated her was one she knew all too well.
The sole disciple of Seon-ong, who had saved the Murim from the Yin-Yang Demon in the past.
The great hero who saved the Murim from the Demonic Cult's invasion twenty years ago.
The strongest warrior who had turned even the King of Terror, the Heavenly Demon, into a handful of blood.
The man recognized as the World's Greatest Martial Artist for the past twenty years.
The head of the Murim's supreme martial power, the Cheonmu Alliance.
And the husband of the woman she respected most in the world, Kang Ha-yoon.
It was Lee Jae-won.
When she first recognized Lee Jae-won's face, Ja So-ryeong denied it. She told herself it couldn't possibly be Lee Jae-won, that he must be wearing a human skin mask.
But as time passed, she couldn't help but become certain that the man violating her was indeed Lee Jae-won. She couldn't imagine anyone else who could carry out a kidnapping within the Cheonmu Alliance, where he resided. How could anyone kidnap a member of the Phoenix Unit from the residence of a Profound Realm master? Especially while wearing Lee Jae-won's face?
She screamed. She asked him what he thought he was doing and demanded he release her at once.
But Lee Jae-won paid her no mind and simply continued to violate her endlessly.
By the third day, Ja So-ryeong gave up on all actions, including resistance. She realized that no matter what she said, Lee Jae-won wouldn't listen.
And she came to a realization: he was a massive hypocrite. On the outside, he acted the part of the Great Hero of the Orthodox Faction who had saved the Murim, but in reality, he was a pathetic, cruel, and insane human being.
She despaired. She knew that such a hideous hypocrite would never let her go, and even if he did, revenge would be nothing but a dream. He was a man who had reached the Profound Realm, a level referred to as the Half-Immortal stage. How could she ever dream of revenge against such a monster?
In her despair, she let go of everything. She prayed and prayed again. She begged to be released from this horrific pain.
[Let's enjoy this for one more month.]
But the one-month reprieve he granted her only plunged her back into despair. That malice-filled hypocrite had no intention of letting her go easily. Ja So-ryeong fell into a bottomless pit of despair. A place so deep she couldn't even contemplate crawling out.
*
How much time had passed?
Thump, thump, thump.
The sound of heavy footsteps reached her ears.
Shiver, shiver.
Hearing the sound, Ja So-ryeong began to tremble uncontrollably. She could guess who the footsteps belonged to. There was only one person who would visit this damp, dismal, and secret place.
It was him.
The very person who had thrown her into the pit of despair, a man who had reached a realm so high that revenge was an impossible dream. The World's Greatest Martial Artist, Lee Jae-won.
"Ah... ah... ah..."
She writhed and twisted her body frantically. The terror he had ingrained in her overwhelmed her entire being.
Step, step, step.
As time passed, the footsteps became clearer, and the fear she felt grew even larger.
Grab.
Creeeeak.
Soon, the sound of a hand grasping the handle was heard, and the door slowly began to open.
'Noooooo!!!!!'
Despairing, Ja So-ryeong screamed internally and dropped her head. She didn't have the courage to meet his eyes. She was scared. She was so, so scared. She couldn't even fathom how much more he would humiliate her, how much more he would shame her, and how much more he would disgrace her.
She prayed and prayed again. She begged that she might die in the middle of his abuse so that this painful life could finally end.
Step, step, step.
The footsteps grew louder. She could feel him slowly approaching her.
Stop.
The footsteps stopped right in front of her.
Tremble, tremble, tremble.
Ja So-ryeong shook like a leaf.
Grab.
Then, her chin was suddenly seized by a hand. Her chin was slowly lifted. Ja So-ryeong followed the movement helplessly. She had realized that resisting feebly was useless.
Soon, her chin was fully lifted, and Ja So-ryeong's gaze was forced forward.
'Huh?'
Then, a question arose in her mind. The person who had lifted her chin was not Lee Jae-won. The person was a man she had never seen before. A middle-aged man she didn't recognize at all.
"Tsk, tsk... He's turned this girl into a complete wreck."
The man who held her chin clicked his tongue and spoke with pity. Ja So-ryeong's condition couldn't be called good by any stretch of the imagination. She was covered in dried semen stains, and the marks of torture were evident everywhere. It was enough to make anyone feel sick.
'What a goddamn bastard.'
After speaking, the man slowly drew his sword.
'He's going to take my life.'
Seeing this, Ja So-ryeong felt a sense of salvation. She thought she could finally escape this hellish place and fall into eternal rest.
Clink.
But then, the man sheathed his sword again. As if he had finished what he came to do.
'Why?!'
Seeing this, Ja So-ryeong fell into despair. He hadn't taken her life. She glared at the man with eyes full of resentment. She felt so lamentable, so miserable, and so resentful.
"It seems you have something to say."
Tap, tap, tap, tap.
Perhaps noticing her gaze, the man moved his hands quickly and released her pressure points.
"Cough... hack... hack, hack."
Once her pressure points were released, Ja So-ryeong coughed several times.
"Why won't you kill me?! Why won't you take my life?! Kill me! Kill me! Please! Please!"
With her voice restored, Ja So-ryeong wept bitterly and pleaded with the man. She begged him to kill her, to liberate her from this pain.
"I don't want to," the man replied in a calm tone.
"Why?!" Ja So-ryeong cried out, feeling the injustice of it all.
"Don't you want revenge?" the man asked in a suggestive voice.
"..........What?"
"I'm asking if you don't want revenge against Lee Jae-won, the man who made you like this."
"............"
Ja So-ryeong fell silent, her mouth clamped shut.
She wanted revenge. She wanted it desperately. If she could, she wanted to carve every last piece of flesh from his body and pour salt on the wounds. She wanted to crush that hideous male organ with a hammer.
But it was impossible. He was a great warrior who had reached the supreme Profound Realm, the World's Greatest Martial Artist who had no equal under heaven. There was no way she could get revenge against someone like Lee Jae-won.
"Why no answer? Do you not want revenge?"
"I want revenge! I want it so much it's driving me crazy! If I could, I'd carve the flesh from his body and crush his disgusting dick!" Ja So-ryeong raised her voice as if provoked. "But he's the World's Greatest Martial Artist! He's a man with no equal in the world! How could I ever dream of revenge?!"
"What would you do if there was a way?"
".........What!?"
Ja So-ryeong spoke, sounding flustered.
"I'm asking what you would do if there was a way to get revenge against him."
The man spoke with a smile playing on his lips. Hearing those words, Ja So-ryeong wore a dazed expression. It was a completely unexpected answer.
"If there really was a way..."
After a moment of thought, Ja So-ryeong spoke.
"I... I want revenge! Even if I have to sell my soul! No matter what!"
Then, Ja So-ryeong looked at the man with eyes full of venom, radiating a murderous aura.