Chapter 514: Setting the Next Goal
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 514: Setting the Next Goal
Slurp, slurp.
Slurp, slurp.
Two women, as beautiful as celestial maidens, were sucking on Sun-woo’s dick and balls.
They handled him with the utmost care, as if they were polishing precious jewels.
"Mmm... yeah... right there... that spot... ahhh... yes..."
Sun-woo, having surrendered his entire lower half to them, let out a satisfied groan, his face a mask of pleasure.
The sensation of being pleasured by two married women simultaneously filled him with a profound sense of gratification.
"As expected of women who’ve been around the block, you sure know how to suck," Sun-woo said with a smirk.
"Slurp... slurp... Thank you... slurp..."
"Slurp... slurp... slurp... I’m... slurp... so happy."
The two women responded with blissful expressions, clearly delighted by Sun-woo’s praise. Both seemed to find genuine happiness in his approval.
"Good. Keep doing exactly what you're doing."
"Yeees~~"
"Yeees~~"
The two women answered energetically and returned to their task, diligently licking Sun-woo’s cock once more.
Slurp, slurp, slurp.
'Well, I’ve more or less settled things with Paeng Ga-ryeon.'
Sun-woo looked down at Paeng Ga-ryeon, who was devotedly licking his shaft, and felt a surge of satisfaction. He felt he had achieved a truly successful revenge.
The former Law Enforcement Hall Master, whose authority was once so great she could strike a bird from the sky—the proud and noble matriarch of the Cheonmu Alliance—had been reduced to a sow lower than a common street whore.
This was a far more magnificent revenge than simply killing her with a single stroke of a blade.
'Now, all that’s left is Lee Jae-won.'
Sun-woo’s expression darkened. He began to ponder how to deal with the man.
Lee Jae-won was his ultimate enemy—the man who had raped and murdered countless women over the past twenty years and then pinned every single one of those crimes on his own disciple, Sun-woo.
In terms of the gravity of his sins, he was far worse than Paeng Ga-ryeon. To hide his own atrocities, he had branded his only top disciple as a Public Enemy of the Murim.
'How should I fuck this guy up?'
Sun-woo felt a headache coming on. Every fiber of his being wanted to storm into the Alliance Leader’s office right now and take the bastard’s head, but he was still too weak.
To challenge him in his current state, without even being able to properly manifest the Sword of the Mind, would be nothing short of suicide.
'Killing him is impossible for now.'
Sun-woo shook his head. What he wanted was revenge, not a meaningless death. Charging in blindly was out of the question.
'Then what do I do?'
Sun-woo agonized over the problem, trying to think of a way to make the man suffer the most miserable fate possible.
Slurp, slurp.
Slurp, slurp.
The sound of the two women working their tongues reached his ears.
'Ah!'
Suddenly, a plan came to mind—the same dark, terrible scheme he had envisioned when he first began training Paeng Ga-ryeon.
He would bring all of Lee Jae-won’s wives under his control. He would enslave them all.
When he first thought of it, he had pushed the idea aside, wondering if he really needed to go that far. He wanted Lee Jae-won dead, but he wasn't sure if it was worth the effort, or if the innocent wives deserved to be collateral damage.
But his perspective had shifted completely. His hatred for Lee Jae-won had deepened to the point where he wanted to see the man utterly destroyed.
'Come to think of it, didn't his wives hire assassins to kill me too?'
He realized that his wives weren't entirely innocent either. They were the perfect targets to use without a shred of guilt.
A thick smile spread across Sun-woo’s lips. He was quite pleased with the conclusion he had reached.
'But who should I train first?'
He hit another snag. He wasn't sure who to target next. Aside from Paeng Ga-ryeon, he didn't have much of a relationship with the other wives. He didn't know where to start.
Lee Jae-won had eight wives in total. Three were already in his hands. That left five.
He had to lure those five in before the Succession Contest ended. Without the unique circumstances of the contest, it wouldn't be easy to find opportunities to approach them.
'Hmm.'
Sun-woo fell into deep thought, searching for the most vulnerable target.
'Who first? Tang Jin-seol? Moyong Ran? Zhuge Ju-kyung? Eon So-so? Hwangbo Yu-yeon?'
None of them seemed like easy marks. As the mistresses of the Cheonmu Alliance, they were all women with significant internal energy and experience.
"Hey, Paeng Ga-ryeon."
Sun-woo looked down and called out to the woman currently sucking his cock.
"Slurp, slurp... Yes?.."
Paeng Ga-ryeon paused her ministrations and looked up at him.
"Which of Lee Jae-won’s wives is the most mentally fragile?"
"Slurp... Mentally... slurp... fragile?" she asked, looking confused.
"Yeah. The most naive one. The one who’s easiest to manipulate and backstab."
"Slurp... slurp... If it’s someone like that... slurp... Hwangbo Yu-yeon... slurp... is probably the most naive."
She seemed to consider it for a moment before offering the name.
"Hwangbo Yu-yeon?"
Sun-woo knew the name. She was the woman who had developed a grudge against the Tang Clan after the Hwangbo Clan was devastated in the past.
"Yes... slurp... slurp... Hwangbo Yu-yeon is the youngest among us... slurp, slurp... She’s still in her late thirties."
Paeng Ga-ryeon continued her diligent service as she spoke.
"And slurp... lately... slurp... she’s been very tight on money... slurp... so she’s likely in a very unstable state of mind... slurp, slurp."
"Is that so?"
A deep smile formed on Sun-woo’s face. It seemed his next target had been decided.
*
"Could you repeat that one more time?"
Chief Strategist Zhuge Chan asked, his face a mask of bewilderment.
"I am postponing the date of the Succession Contest."
Lee Jae-won replied calmly.
"But why?"
"I have judged that the current situation is not one where we should be obsessing over something like a succession struggle."
"But Alliance Leader, the supporters of each candidate are already staying here at the Alliance. They are all waiting specifically for the contest. How can you say such a thing now?"
Zhuge Chan tried to persuade him with a calm tone. Lee Jae-won was the one who had summoned the supporters a month early, purely on a whim. To postpone it now was preposterous. There would undoubtedly be a backlash.
"Strategist!"
Lee Jae-won suddenly shouted, his face flushed with anger.
"Do you even know what the atmosphere inside the Alliance is like right now?"
His voice rose in irritation.
"Groups condemning and opposing the Cheonmu Alliance are rising up! And we can't even catch a glimpse of their tails! In such a situation, how can we leisurely host a massive event like the Succession Contest? That is what’s truly preposterous!"
Bang!
Lee Jae-won slammed his fist onto the desk for emphasis.
"However, Alliance Leader, postponing a contest that has been prepared for months is an overly sensitive reaction. There have always been subversive elements opposing the Cheonmu Alliance. If we postpone the contest because we fear them, many will mock us."
Zhuge Chan maintained his composure.
"I don't want to hear it! The atmosphere is chaotic, so how can we have a grand celebration? It makes no sense!"
"But..."
"Don't talk back! I said don't talk back! Why do you have to nitpick every single thing I say? Can't you just say 'understood' and move on? Why are you being so difficult? Are you trying to pick a fight with me?"
Lee Jae-won scowled and glared at Zhuge Chan. The strategist always questioned him, but today it was particularly grating. He was reaching the limit of his patience.
"Alliance Leader, I simply do not wish to utter words for which I cannot take responsibility. If I just agree and move on, won't I be the one held responsible when things go wrong?"
Zhuge Chan spoke as calmly as possible. What he hated most was irresponsibility—throwing away one's duties to act on a whim. It was incredibly difficult for him to agree with Lee Jae-won’s reckless decisions.
"So you're saying I'm forcing you to do something wrong?"
Lee Jae-won glared at him with eyes full of annoyance.
"That's not what I meant..."
"The hell it isn't! I heard you loud and clear! Do you think I'm an idiot? Or do you think you're someone special just because you hold the title of Strategist?"
Lee Jae-won sneered at him.
"Know your place, Strategist Zhuge Chan. You are merely a strategist hired to handle affairs efficiently. You are not the Alliance Leader!"
"........."
"I am the final decision-maker! So do not overstep your bounds. This is a warning!"
Lee Jae-won’s eyes were bloodshot as he glared.
"..........I shall be careful."
Zhuge Chan finally nodded in submission. He wasn't convinced, but he realized that if the Alliance Leader was going to take it that way, there was no point in arguing further. Everyone perceives things differently, after all.
"I have made my decision. Now, follow it!"
"........."
"Why no answer?"
"......I shall relay the message."
Zhuge Chan nodded, his face looking as if he had aged several years. Dealing with Lee Jae-won’s tantrums had left him mentally exhausted.
"You may leave!"
"Understood."
With a polite bow, Zhuge Chan exited the room. He felt that if he stayed any longer, he might suffer a mental breakdown.
"Ugh, that fucking old geezer, seriously."
As soon as Zhuge Chan was gone, Lee Jae-won spat out a curse. He was fuming because the man had talked back to every single word he said.
"Fucking bastard, if I tell him to do it, he should just do it. So much goddamn talk. This is why men need to go to the military. These Chink bastards never served, so all they're good at is talking back."
Lee Jae-won continued to grumble and vent his frustration. But no matter how much he cursed, his anger wouldn't subside. He couldn't have sex, he was being insulted by posters, and now he was being lectured by Zhuge Chan. It was unbearable.
"Seriously, why are these bastards acting up so much lately?"
Lee Jae-won muttered to himself. Lately, the reactions of the people in the Central Plains had been strange. They felt colder and more hostile than before.
In the past, Zhuge Chan wouldn't have questioned him; he would have been the first to suggest postponing the contest to restore the Alliance Leader’s fallen prestige. But there was none of that now. Instead, there was only resistance.
And it wasn't just him. Unlike the past, when he was met with looks of respect and admiration wherever he went, more and more people were looking at him with purely professional, cold eyes. It was an insolent way to treat the World’s Greatest Martial Artist and the leader of the Cheonmu Alliance.
'Fucking bastards. Maybe I should pick a day and show them who's boss?'
Lee Jae-won thought about asserting his dominance over these "Chinks."
'Sigh, forget it.'
He shook his head. Things were already chaotic enough. Trying to force discipline now would only breed more resentment.
'Nothing is going right.'
He felt the stress building up in his head.
'I want to fuck... sex... sex...'
Naturally, as the stress mounted, his thoughts turned to sex. Whenever he was angry or stressed, he would kidnap a woman and rape her to death. He relieved his stress through the pain and sorrow of others.
Today, that urge was stronger than ever. He couldn't contain the rising pressure.
'Once I catch the sons of bitches who put up those posters, I’ll round up their entire families and rape every last one of them.'
Lee Jae-won’s eyes flashed with murderous intent as he made the vow. He wouldn't let them get away with it.
After radiating bloodlust for a while, Lee Jae-won slowly began to lower his pants. His limp dick was revealed.
He reached down and grabbed his flaccid cock. Then, he began to stroke it slowly, thinking of the countless women he had taken.
Stroke, stroke, stroke.
'Ok-ryeong!'
'Joo So-yang!'
'Kang Ha-yoon!'
'Tang Jin-seol!'
'Paeng Ga-ryeon!'
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Lee Jae-won masturbated for a long time. It took a while to go through the list of over a hundred women in his head. The only sound in the Alliance Leader’s office was the rhythmic friction of his hand.