Chapter 6: The Escape-2
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 6: The Escape-2
Before Lee Jae-won established the Cheonmu Alliance, the Murim Alliance—its predecessor—stood in this very spot.
In the original story, there was an episode where the Murim Alliance was annihilated by an invasion of the Black Armored Cavalry, a force comprised entirely of Super-Peak experts during the Great War of Righteousness and Demons.
At the time of the invasion, Lee Jae-won was only at the Peak Realm. Lacking the strength to face nearly fifty Black Armored Cavalrymen, he had fled, and that was when he stumbled upon the Murim Alliance’s secret passage.
When the Murim Alliance was first founded, they had constructed a secret passage leading to a hideout as a contingency for emergencies. The hideout was stocked with numerous martial arts manuals, elixirs, and Fasting Pills, designed so that even if the Alliance were destroyed, its legacy could be carried on later.
Sun-woo recalled that Lee Jae-won had entered that passage by chance, consumed the elixirs and studied the high-level manuals within the hideout, and eventually emerged as a master of the Transcendent Realm.
After founding the Cheonmu Alliance, Lee Jae-won had renovated the ruins of the Murim Alliance—which had been razed by the Heavenly Demon Emperor’s elite Black Armored Cavalry—to use as his headquarters. Therefore, Sun-woo reasoned that the passage must still be intact.
Sun-woo intended to make use of the secret hideout from that episode.
Since most of those who had belonged to the old Murim Alliance were either dead or in seclusion, it was certain that no one currently knew about the hideout. He could likely hold out there long enough for Lee Jae-won to return from his recruitment mission.
The interior of the Phoenix Hall was lavishly decorated.
Perhaps because it was a zone forbidden to men, an inexplicable sense of immorality seemed to wrap around his entire body.
Forbidden to men. What a wonderful phrase.
Whether it was a women's bathhouse, a women's college, or a convent, the phrase "forbidden to men" had a powerful impact; there wasn't a single place associated with it that wasn't a turn-on. Even the scent in the air felt different from the outside.
Slap!
Sun-woo hurriedly slapped his own cheek to snap out of it.
Jang Sam’s perverted tastes were mixing with his own memories of the modern world, causing his depravity to reach critical levels. Of course, in a relaxed situation, he might spend time indulging in pleasant fantasies, but in a life-threatening crisis, such useless delusions were practically suicidal.
Having regained his focus, Sun-woo moved forward cautiously.
As expected of the Phoenix Hall, which was composed entirely of female members, the grounds were meticulously maintained. The garden was beautifully adorned with a vast array of flowers and trees.
Sun-woo carefully crossed the garden and stepped into the Phoenix Hall building.
The place where the protagonist, Lee Jae-won, had discovered the secret passage was the communal bathhouse of the Phoenix Hall. The mechanism involved turning the heads of a lion, a turtle, a fox, and a bear located within the bathhouse to reveal the hidden path.
Literally, he had to enter the women's bath.
If his life weren't at stake, he would have been dancing for joy, but for now, his primary concern was how to find the bathhouse. Since the Phoenix Hall was strictly off-limits to men, its internal layout was a closely guarded secret. No matter how much he searched Jang Sam’s memories, there was no way to know the building's floor plan.
In the end, he had to find it by trial and error, which forced a sigh from his lips.
He had to find the bathhouse as quickly as possible before the sun fully rose and the martial artists of the Phoenix Hall began their day.
As Sun-woo entered the hall, he found numerous doors fanning out from the central area.
The Lily Pavilion, the Chrysanthemum Pavilion, the Plum Blossom Pavilion, the Rose Pavilion, the Peony Pavilion.
Each door bore a plaque named after a flower, but he had no idea what each room was used for.
‘Where do I go? Lily? Chrysanthemum? Plum Blossom? Rose? Peony?’
Sun-woo agonized over the choice, but no answer came. He had no choice but to check them one by one.
‘I’ll just duck in and out as fast as I can. If I’m quick enough, no one will notice!’
Sun-woo first opened the door labeled "Lily Pavilion." He stepped inside cautiously.
The internal corridor of the Lily Pavilion was lined with sliding paper doors at regular intervals. There were so many of them that he couldn't help but wonder about their purpose.
Stopping halfway down the hall, Sun-woo licked his finger and poked a small hole through the paper of one of the doors. He pressed his eye to the hole to see what was inside.
Though it was dark and hard to see clearly, he spotted the silhouette of something resembling a bed. He realized the Lily Pavilion served as the living quarters for the Phoenix Hall members.
It seemed he had made the wrong choice coming here. Just as he turned to head back—
Step, step.
The sound of footsteps echoed from outside the Lily Pavilion.
‘Damn it.’
Sun-woo frantically looked around for a place to hide, but there was nothing but sliding doors. With no other option, he slid open the door he had just peeked through and ducked inside.
Fortunately, the room's occupant was nowhere to be seen. Whether they were on patrol or out training, it was a stroke of luck for Sun-woo.
He let out a silent sigh of relief, crouched down, and peered through the hole he had made earlier.
Step, step.
Through the hole, he saw members of the Phoenix Hall. Judging by their bamboo hats and the swords slung at their waists, they appeared to be on patrol. Sun-woo held his breath, waiting for them to pass.
‘Please just pass by. Please just pass by!’
Contrary to his hopes, however, they stopped right in front of the door where he was hiding. Before they could enter, Sun-woo scrambled into the wardrobe, covering his mouth to stifle even the sound of his breathing.
Creeak.
The sliding door opened, and two members of the Phoenix Hall entered.
"Finally, patrol is over. Good work, Jimae."
"You too, Senior."
They removed their bamboo hats and offered each other words of encouragement. With the hats gone, their beautiful features were revealed.
One woman had slightly sharp eyes, but her straight nose and red lips made her incredibly alluring. The other had a small face with gentle eyes and dainty features, giving her a cute appearance.
Watching them through the crack in the wardrobe door, Sun-woo was stunned. He recognized both of them.
The woman addressed as "Senior" was Lee Cheol-hwa. She was a Peak martial artist known as the "Iron Sword Flower" due to her high-level skills and her decisive, no-nonsense personality. As a squad leader in the Phoenix Hall, she had performed several joint missions with the Black Tortoise Hall, to which Jang Sam belonged. Having seen her multiple times, he recognized her instantly.
The woman who followed her was Yang Yeon-ji. She was dating one of Jang Sam’s direct subordinates, so he had exchanged greetings with her a few times.
From their conversation, it seemed they had just finished their patrol.
‘Even squad leaders pull night patrol?’
Usually, someone at the squad leader level would find a way to skip night shifts, but Lee Cheol-hwa seemed to have carried out her duties faithfully despite her rank.
"The weather is making me drip with sweat. I want to wash up quickly."
"I know, Senior. I felt so sticky the whole time we were out there."
Rustle.
As they spoke, they began to strip off their clothes. They placed their bamboo hats on the table and unbuckled their swords. Then, they began to undo their waistbands.
Gulp.
Watching them through the crack, Sun-woo found himself reflexively swallowing hard.
Slide.
As the waistbands were loosened, their robes began to shed like snakeskin. Soon, they were down to just their bras and undergarments. In Lee Cheol-hwa’s case, she had bandages wrapped tightly around her chest instead of a standard bra.
"Senior, you used bandages again. If you don't use a proper bra, the shape will get ruined."
"It’s just uncomfortable when I’m swinging a sword otherwise."
"Are you bragging about how big they are? Take that!"
"Stop it... Jimae."
Provoked by Lee Cheol-hwa’s words, Yang Yeon-ji began to knead the bandage-wrapped breasts.
"I told you to stop..."
"I’m just jealous. I’m so jealous. What do you even eat to get them this big?"
Ignoring Lee Cheol-hwa’s protests, Yang Yeon-ji continued to massage her breasts like she was kneading dough. Lee Cheol-hwa felt a mix of embarrassment and fluster at the touch.
"Jimae... sto-o-op..."
At Lee Cheol-hwa’s cry, Yang Yeon-ji paused. But while Lee Cheol-hwa was letting out a sigh of relief, Yang Yeon-ji began to unwrap the bandages.
"Wait, Jimae, what are you doing!"
"I think I can feel the texture better against the skin."
"Stop playing around and let's go to the Chrysanthemum Pavilion to wash..."
"Just a second. Just one second."
Boing.
The bandages fell away completely, and Lee Cheol-hwa’s massive breasts were revealed. Their majesty was such that they wouldn't lose even to a nursing mother's. Furthermore, her small, pink nipples were incredibly lovely.
"Wow, Senior... they really are amazing."
"Jimae... I’m embarrassed..."
Lee Cheol-hwa looked adorable as her face flushed red. Seeing that, Yang Yeon-ji began to knead her breasts even more vigorously. They were as soft as dough yet firm to the touch, making the sensation quite addictive.
"I’m so envious, Senior. Yours are so big, while mine are still so small."
"No, I think your size is the most practical, Jimae. It’s easier to swing a sword..."
"Ugh, you know that’s just a humblebrag, right? That’s it."
Yang Yeon-ji used her fingers to start twirling Lee Cheol-hwa’s nipple.
"Jimae... that... ah..."
After twirling with her index finger, she brought her thumb into play, pinching and rubbing the nipple.
"Ahhh... ah!"
Perhaps because they were sensitive to external stimuli, Lee Cheol-hwa’s small nipples became erect after only a few moments of stimulation.
"Senior... they’re hard now..."
"It’s... it’s not like that... Jimae... no..."
"Hehe, are you going to lie when your body is being so honest?"
Yang Yeon-ji lowered her fingers and brought her mouth to the breast. She began to tease the fully aroused nipple with her tongue. Moving up, down, left, and right, she slowly swirled her tongue to stimulate it.
"Ahhh... ah... ah~"
Lee Cheol-hwa’s moans grew louder.
"Thanks for the meal~"
Yang Yeon-ji opened her mouth and began to suckle.
Slurp, suck, suck.
"Ahhh... ahhh... ahhh!!!"
Every time she inhaled, Lee Cheol-hwa let out a cry of pleasure. While suckling, Yang Yeon-ji naturally placed her hand on Lee Cheol-hwa’s stomach. She felt the smooth abdominal muscles tempered by years of training. Her hand slid past the smooth abs, over the navel, down to the dantian, and finally toward the undergarments.
"Jimae...! Not there... not there!"
But Yang Yeon-ji had no intention of listening and began to toy with the fabric of the undergarments. Without anyone noticing when it had started, the fabric was already soaked with love nectar from her secret place.
Yang Yeon-ji rubbed the drenched fabric to her heart's content before sliding her hand underneath.
A tremendous amount of fluid was flowing from Lee Cheol-hwa’s secret place, soaking the surrounding dark forest and the opening itself. Yang Yeon-ji’s fingers began to indulge in the depths. She pinched the clitoris, swirling it around, and rapidly rubbed the entrance to provide intense stimulation.
Squish, squelch.
"Ahhh!!!... Jimae..."
Gush, gush.
Further excited by the clear sound of the fluids, Lee Cheol-hwa let out a blissful scream, her excitement causing her to spray even more of her gushing spring.
Squelch, squelch, squelch.
Seeing Lee Cheol-hwa so aroused seemed to excite Yang Yeon-ji as well, as she began to masturbate, rubbing her own opening with her other hand.
"Senior... ah... you’re so... hng... lewd... ahhh."
Squelch, squelch, squelch.
In her excitement, Yang Yeon-ji thrust two fingers at once into Lee Cheol-hwa’s hole and began to pump.
"Ahhh... Jimae, it feels so good..."
"Me too... ah... Senior... ah..."
Squelch, squelch.
The room was soon filled with nothing but the sounds of wet friction and lewd moans.