Chapter 667: My Lord’s... Cock.
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 667: My Lord’s... Cock.
Crack.
Crackle.
His entire body let out grotesque sounds as it twisted mercilessly.
In sync with those sounds, his physique began to shift slowly.
His well-developed muscles started to shrink.
His height, which had been nearly six feet, decreased slightly.
Furthermore, his face began to transform.
First, his eyes sharpened.
Like those of a venomous snake.
The bridge of his nose rose higher than before.
The line of his mouth twisted strangely.
His jawline and cheekbones began to slim down.
After some time had passed, the young man in his mid-twenties had completely transformed into a cold-looking, middle-aged man.
"Here."
Un Ga-ryeo, who was standing beside him, handed him a mirror.
Taking the mirror, the middle-aged man slowly examined his reflection.
"Hmm."
It wasn't bad.
It had been so long since he had last transformed that his memory was a bit hazy, but this was close enough to be called a perfect match.
"How is it?"
Sun-woo, now a cold-looking middle-aged man, asked as he looked at Un Ga-ryeo.
"Hmm... It’s similar, but... the feeling is slightly off."
Un Ga-ryeo continued with a troubled expression.
The features were certainly similar. However, there were a few subtle differences.
"Really? Where? I’ll change it right away."
"First, the bridge of the nose is too high. The Tang Clan Head did have a high nose, but it wasn't so high that it pointed toward the heavens like it does now."
"Is that so?"
Crack. Snap.
Upon hearing her words, Sun-woo immediately began to adjust his nose bridge.
"Like this?"
"No, lower it just a bit more."
Crackle.
"This much?"
"No, now it’s too low. Raise it by about half a chi."
Crack.
Listening to her instructions, Sun-woo focused intensely on adjusting his nose, aiming to raise it by exactly half a chi.
"How about now?"
"Yes, that’s perfect."
Seeing the adjusted nose, Un Ga-ryeo finally flashed a satisfied smile.
"Now, I think we just need to adjust the eyes, the earlobes, the jawline, and the cheekbones."
"…I guess I was more of a mess than I thought."
Sun-woo replied with an embarrassed expression. He felt a bit sheepish for having felt satisfied with a face that was apparently so different.
"No, it’s not like that. Overall, it was actually quite close."
Un Ga-ryeo spoke in a gentle voice.
"If that’s the case, isn't there a lot to adjust?"
"There are just some subtle differences... Please understand."
"…Wouldn't a subtle difference be fine?"
Sun-woo asked, looking doubtful. He thought a slight discrepancy wouldn't be a big deal.
"It won't do."
Un Ga-ryeo spoke firmly.
"An impression can change completely even with the slightest deviation. To capture that specific aura, we have no choice but to fix every tiny detail."
She continued with a soft smile.
"…I see."
"Of course. Moreover, to deceive Tang Jin-seol, we mustn't show even the slightest opening."
"It’s been over twenty years since she left the clan. Would she really notice such subtle differences?"
Sun-woo asked curiously.
It had already been twenty years since Tang Jin-seol married Lee Jae-won. He wondered if she would truly recognize such minute changes in Tang Jin-cheol.
"You mustn't let your guard down."
Un Ga-ryeo spoke with a very serious expression.
"Tang Jin-seol—that girl is more cunning than you think, My Lord."
"Cunning?"
"Yes. Her talent for martial arts was inferior to her younger sister, Tang Seo-yoon, but no one in the Tang Clan could match her extraordinary intellect."
"…An extraordinary intellect, huh."
"Yes. She rarely forgets anything she has seen once. It’s thanks to that brilliant mind. If My Lord shows even the slightest hint of being out of place, she will undoubtedly become suspicious."
"…I’ll have to be careful, then."
Sun-woo nodded, convinced by Un Ga-ryeo’s words. He didn't want to go looking for trouble unnecessarily.
"Yes. So, let’s adjust a bit more."
"Alright."
Sun-woo gave a slight nod.
Crack.
Crackle.
He began to adjust his face again, exactly as she desired.
After some time had passed...
"I think this is enough, My Lord."
Un Ga-ryeo spoke with a satisfied expression. She felt he had now perfectly mimicked Tang Jin-cheol’s appearance.
"Really?"
Sun-woo lifted the mirror he was holding and looked at his face.
"Oho..."
An exclamation escaped his lips. Reflected in the mirror was the exact face of the cold-looking middle-aged man, the Poison King Tang Jin-cheol.
Sun-woo could tell. He had mimicked him perfectly.
"Thanks, Ga-ryeo."
Sun-woo immediately expressed his gratitude. Without her, he wouldn't have been able to transform so flawlessly.
"It was nothing... I only did what was natural."
Un Ga-ryeo spoke with an alluring smile.
"Then, is the preparation finished?"
"No."
"Huh?"
Sun-woo asked, puzzled.
"I haven't seen your body yet."
"The body... shouldn't it be fine as long as the build is similar?"
"…It has to be perfect."
Un Ga-ryeo’s eyes sparkled as she spoke.
"Wait, no matter how sharp Tang Jin-seol is, she wouldn't have seen her brother naked, right?!"
Sun-woo asked in bewilderment. Even if Tang Jin-seol was a perfectionist, she surely wouldn't have seen her brother’s bare body.
"You never know. Please, take it off."
Despite Sun-woo’s protest, Un Ga-ryeo refused to back down.
"Sigh... Fine."
Sun-woo eventually gave in. Although he thought it was unnecessary, he didn't want to upset Un Ga-ryeo, who was working so hard for him.
He slowly began to untie his martial arts uniform.
Slide.
Soon, his well-trained upper body was revealed.
"The build is similar... but you haven't changed the muscles much, have you?"
Un Ga-ryeo noted, her eyes sharpening as she observed him.
"…I’ve never seen the Tang Clan Head naked."
Sun-woo replied awkwardly. The Zhu-Rong Art could only mimic what he had seen with his own eyes. Therefore, he couldn't perfectly replicate Tang Jin-cheol’s skin and muscle definition. He could guess the build from a distance, but he had no way of knowing what his bare flesh looked like.
"Don't worry. You have me."
Un Ga-ryeo spoke with a gentle smile.
"Living with the Tang Clan Head for decades, I saw his naked body countless times. I can help you mimic him perfectly."
She spoke with eyes full of confidence. She looked incredibly reliable.
"…I’ll leave it to you, then."
Sun-woo spoke with a determined expression.
"Leave it to me."
Un Ga-ryeo replied with a bright smile.
"First, your shoulders are too thick. Reduce them by about half a chi on each side. And your chest muscles are also too thick. You should reduce them by about two chi. Overall, you’re too bulky. The Tang Clan Head had a lithe physique. He didn't have rock-hard muscles packed in like this. We need a total adjustment."
She spoke while scanning Sun-woo’s entire body with a sharp gaze.
Crack. Snap.
Following her requests, Sun-woo began to adjust his body. Soon, the muscles that had been densely packed into his frame began to recede.
"Like this?"
"Yes. Now, add more muscle to the wrists and forearms. Since he used hidden weapons frequently, his arm muscles were exceptionally developed."
Crackle.
"Ah, and the Tang Clan Head was right-handed. You need to make the right hand slightly thicker than the left."
Crack.
Sun-woo adjusted and readjusted his body incessantly according to Un Ga-ryeo’s instructions. He resolved that since he had started this, he would become the perfect Tang Jin-cheol.
However, that resolution began to waver after fifteen minutes, then thirty, and by the time an hour had passed.
Un Ga-ryeo was a perfectionist beyond his imagination. She wouldn't let even the slightest discrepancy slide.
Sun-woo had adjusted his body hundreds of times at her request and found himself growing increasingly exhausted.
When... when will this end...
Sun-woo prayed inwardly for the adjustments to finish quickly.
"I think this is enough."
Perhaps his wish reached the heavens, as Un Ga-ryeo finally gave her approval.
Yes!
Sun-woo cheered internally. He thought everything was finally over.
"Now we just need to adjust the lower half."
But Un Ga-ryeo’s next words completely shattered that thought.
"…What?"
Sun-woo asked with a blank expression. What was she talking about now?
"The lower body hasn't been adjusted yet, has it?"
She spoke with a gentle smile.
"Wouldn't it be fine?"
"It is not fine."
Un Ga-ryeo spoke firmly.
"Please take them off."
She continued in a soft voice.
"..........."
Sun-woo glanced at her. She exuded a strange, overwhelming pressure.
"…Alright."
Rustle.
Sun-woo slowly began to lower his pants. His well-developed lower body muscles, thick as logs, and his flaccid cock were revealed.
"…Oh my."
Seeing this, Un Ga-ryeo let out a strange sound. She seemed impressed by the sight of a cock she hadn't seen in a long time.
"…Now... what should I do?"
Sun-woo asked, his face flushing slightly with embarrassment.
"Just a moment... Just a moment... Let me look closely."
At Sun-woo’s question, Un Ga-ryeo’s eyes sparkled as she began to observe his lower body. Very intently.
After some time...
"First, you’ll need to reduce the lower body muscles by about a third, just like the upper body."
Crack.
Sun-woo immediately adjusted his lower body muscles. The thick, bull-like muscles began to transform into a relatively slimmer shape.
"How is it?"
Sun-woo asked, looking at Un Ga-ryeo.
"It’s sufficient... I’ll have to refine the details later... but as a general frame, it’s perfect."
Un Ga-ryeo nodded with a satisfied smile. Having gotten the hang of it, setting the frame had become very natural.
"Then shall we refine the shape now?"
"No... before that... I think we need to resolve something else."
Un Ga-ryeo shook her head slightly as she spoke.
"Something else?"
"…My Lord’s... cock."
Un Ga-ryeo spoke with a slight blush, as if even saying the word was embarrassing.
"…Do I have to adjust this too?"
Sun-woo asked with a mortified expression. He wondered if it was really necessary to go that far. After all, there was no way Tang Jin-seol would know the size of her own brother’s cock.
"My Lord, a cock shows through clothing more than you think. Especially one as massive as yours. For a perfect performance, I believe it’s important to eliminate even the slightest sense of incongruity."
Un Ga-ryeo looked at Sun-woo with eyes full of conviction.
"Sigh... Fine. Then how much should I reduce it?"
Sun-woo sighed. He realized he wouldn't be able to break her stubbornness easily.
"Hmm... Well... I think I’ll have to touch it myself."
"Touch it yourself!?"
"Yes... It will be more accurate to adjust it while touching it rather than just using words."
"…Alright."
Sun-woo eventually nodded.
Slide.
"Touch it, then."
He slowly thrust his cock forward and spoke.
"I understand... My Lord."
Un Ga-ryeo nodded.
Grab.
She slowly took hold of Sun-woo’s cock.
"Ugh..."
Sun-woo let out a small groan at the pressure. She had gripped it more firmly than he expected.
"Did I hurt you?"
Hearing the groan, Un Ga-ryeo asked, startled.
"No... it’s fine... Just tell me how much I need to shrink it."
"The Tang Clan Head’s cock barely fit in my hand... I think we definitely need to reduce the thickness."
Sun-woo’s cock was so thick it was impossible to wrap a single hand around it. It was incomparably larger than the Tang Clan Head’s. Therefore, adjustment was necessary. It had to become smaller.
"Alright."
Sun-woo began to circulate the Zhu-Rong Art. He started to gradually decrease the size of his cock until it could just barely fit inside Un Ga-ryeo’s hand.
"Ah... this is enough!"
Finally, Un Ga-ryeo gave her approval.
"…Now... what?"
Sun-woo asked curiously.
"Now I just need to adjust the shape..."
Un Ga-ryeo answered calmly.
Stroke. Stroke.
She began to slowly move her hand up and down his cock. Her touch was incredibly soft.
"Wait... wait a minute?! What... what are you doing?!"
Feeling her soft touch, Sun-woo asked in bewilderment. What was she suddenly doing?
"Just a moment... I need to see it more closely..."
Un Ga-ryeo began to stroke it gently while observing it with an analytical gaze. That soft touch began to gradually stimulate Sun-woo’s cock.
...Haaah...
Sun-woo let out a groan. Her touch was unexpectedly pleasurable.
I can't let this happen.
Sun-woo tried to slowly circulate the Yin-Yang Harmony Divine Art. He felt like he was about to get an erection.
Throb!
Then, something unexpected happened. His cock suddenly stood bolt upright. It happened far faster than he had anticipated.
Sun-woo’s expression began to turn into one of pure panic.