Chapter 7: The Escape-3
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 7: The Escape-3
Watching the two female martial artists’ lewd display through the crack in the closet, Sun-woo felt his phallus rise with maddening intensity.
Because Sun-woo was assimilated with Jang Sam’s memories, he was well aware of how these two women usually carried themselves.
Lee Cheol-hwa was a woman like iron.
In the execution of her duties, she felt more like a soldier than a martial artist—rigid, disciplined, and strictly by the book. Though her eyes were fierce, her beautiful features and superior physique earned her the attention of countless male members of the Murim Alliance. However, she had gained immense fame for coldly cutting down any and all advances.
To see that haughty, rigid, and textbook 'Iron Woman' screaming in uncontrollable pleasure and showing such a lewd side... it was impossible not to be aroused.
As for Yang Yeon-ji, he had only exchanged greetings with her a few times, but that was enough to grasp her personality.
Her delicate features and cute mannerisms, reminiscent of a small animal, made her incredibly charming. Whether she was aware of it or not, she never hesitated to flaunt her charms to the fullest.
Seeing her harbor such a sub-demonic side while engaging in such an inappropriate relationship with her superior made his phallus throb uncontrollably.
Sun-woo felt a pang of pity for her lover and direct subordinate.
To think she was such a lewd woman...
Neither of them had ever shown this side of themselves before, and their hidden nature brought Sun-woo a sense of both freshness and intense excitement.
Gulp.
Sun-woo swallowed hard and focused his eyesight to watch their movements even more closely.
The two, now completely naked, lay on the bed. They positioned themselves head-to-toe and began to lick each other’s holes.
"Ah... slurp... ahh... lick... ahhh..."
"Slurp... mmm... lick... ahh... slurp, ahhh!"
Is that why this place is called the Lily Pavilion?
Having reached a reasonable suspicion, Sun-woo fell into deep thought.
Part of him desperately wanted to watch more—or even join in and add his 'mushroom' to their 'clam party'—but time was of the essence. If he stayed like this, there was an eighty percent chance he’d be caught by them once they finished their business.
Now that he knew the entrance was in the communal bathhouse of the Chrysanthemum Pavilion, he couldn't afford to delay. He had to subdue them as quickly as possible and get out.
Sun-woo peered through the crack in the closet, watching their graphic intimacy and waiting for his chance.
Lee Cheol-hwa was a master whose skills were not inferior to his own. With her there, along with the first-class master Yang Yeon-ji, a frontal confrontation was out of the question.
Therefore, he watched their tryst, waiting for the moment Lee Cheol-hwa’s eyes rolled back as she succumbed to the peak of pleasure. As long as he dealt with Lee Cheol-hwa, subduing Yang Yeon-ji wouldn't be difficult.
Soon, their lovemaking seemed to reach its zenith.
They shifted their bodies, and instead of licking, they began to rub their holes against each other.
"Ahhhhhhh! Junior, it feels so good!!"
"Ahhh, Senior! I... I love you!"
Their cries were loud enough to be heard outside, but they didn't care and continued their congress.
"Ahhhhhhh!"
"Ahhh! Ahhh!"
Gush, gush.
Splash, splash.
Finally reaching a mutual climax, an incredible amount of gushing spring water erupted from their rubbing holes. Both of them slumped down, their eyes half-closed and showing only the whites.
Sun-woo did not miss the opening.
He burst out of the closet and lunged at Lee Cheol-hwa.
"?!?"
"!?!?"
The two women looked bewildered, but they couldn't stop Sun-woo as he closed the distance in an instant.
Sun-woo struck Lee Cheol-hwa’s pressure point, knocking her unconscious immediately.
"What are you—!"
Yang Yeon-ji couldn't finish her sentence before her pressure point was struck as well, sending her into a deep sleep.
The two naked women lay sprawled on the bed. Love nectar was still leaking from their holes, and their supple breasts and inviting nipples caught his eye.
To Sun-woo, the sight was incredibly provocative, as if they were tempting him to take them. His lower half grew taut with an erection, but he forced himself to endure.
Even so, what's the fun in doing it with a wooden log?
No matter how much of a pervert Jang Sam was, he didn't have a hobby for unconscious partners. Besides, if he gave in to his lust here, he’d have no excuse if he were branded a lecherous thief.
Sun-woo covered them both with a blanket and prepared to leave the room.
However, he paused, walked back to Lee Cheol-hwa, and gave her breast a firm squeeze.
Squish.
The sheer volume of her breast overflowed from his hand.
"It's the real deal."
Sun-woo wore a satisfied smile as he opened the door and moved stealthily.
Fortunately, they seemed to have been the last patrol, as no other Phoenix Unit members were wandering about.
Leaving the Lily Pavilion, Sun-woo entered the door labeled 'Chrysanthemum Pavilion.'
The interior was filled with storage lockers, and at the far end was a wooden door. The lockers seemed to be for clothes, and the door likely led to the communal bathhouse.
Without hesitation, Sun-woo ran to the door and eased it open. He peered through the gap to see if anyone was inside.
Luckily, since it was still before dawn, the place appeared empty.
Sun-woo stripped off his clothes and rolled them into a bundle. To find the entrance to the hideout, he had to search the bathhouse, and his clothes would surely get soaked if he kept them on.
Stepping into the bathhouse, he found it to be a spectacular sight.
Perhaps due to the author's world-building whims, the baths were so well-appointed they could rival modern facilities. There were cold baths, warm baths, hot baths, and medicinal baths, and they were large enough to accommodate twenty people at once.
Sun-woo quickly scanned the room for the 'keys' to the exit.
To enter the secret hideout, he had to turn the heads of four statues inside the communal bathhouse—a lion, a turtle, a fox, and a bear—to the right.
Fortunately, the lion and fox statues were easy to find, as they were spitting water into the cold and hot baths, respectively.
Sun-woo rushed over and twisted the necks of the two animals to the right.
Creeeeeak.
The stone necks turned smoothly, and the flowing water stopped.
Yes! This is it. It still works.
Sun-woo breathed a sigh of relief. He had staked his escape on this secret hideout, and he’d been worried it might not function. Since these two statues worked, the others surely would as well.
He looked around for the turtle and bear statues, but they were nowhere to be seen.
Where are they? Dammit.
Sun-woo barely suppressed a curse and searched more fervently. But the two statues were nowhere to be found.
I mean, where could they be?
He checked the cold, warm, hot, and medicinal baths, but the turtle and bear were missing.
Panic began to set in. As time passed, members of the Phoenix Unit would surely arrive at the communal bath. In fact, it was a certainty.
Sun-woo racked his brain, trying to remember how Lee Jae-won had found the statues in the novel.
In the story, Lee Jae-won had hidden in the Vermilion Bird Hall while being pursued by the Black Lancers. At that time, it was the Vermilion Bird Hall, not the Phoenix Hall, though the fact that it consisted only of female members was the same.
He remembered that Lee Jae-won had found the statues relatively easily. The lion, fox, turtle, and bear were all statues that supplied water to the various baths.
Since he had already found the lion and fox in the cold and hot baths, the remaining ones had to be in the medicinal and warm baths.
Sun-woo looked closely at the medicinal bath, but he saw nothing resembling a bear.
The lion and fox were both spitting water to supply the baths. The other two must be the same...
Sun-woo shifted his perspective and looked for the source of the water.
The water flowing into the medicinal bath wasn't coming from a bear, but from an unidentified lump of rock. It looked like a miniature cliff or just a jagged boulder.
Suddenly, a flash of inspiration hit him.
What if it was damaged during the Black Lancers' invasion?!
Without hesitation, Sun-woo tried turning the top of the rock.
Creek.
The top of the stone turned, and the water stopped.
Found it!
Pushing his joy aside, he immediately ran to the warm bath. However, he couldn't find any statue spitting water there.
What? Where is the water coming from?
The warm bath was the largest of them all, but no matter how much he looked, he couldn't find the source of the water.
It was then.
Tap, tap.
He heard footsteps outside the bathhouse.
Shit. I'm screwed.
Sun-woo looked around for a place to hide, but there was nowhere suitable. This was a worse crisis than the Lily Pavilion. There, he at least had beds or closets, but here, there was nothing but open baths. Even if he tried to hide underwater, the baths were too shallow; he’d be spotted instantly.
Clack.
Creeeeeak.
The sound of the wooden door opening hit his ears.
Without a second to lose, Sun-woo dove into the warm bath.
He let his hair down and submerged his entire body except for his head. He turned his back to the door so only the back of his head was visible.
"Oh my, I see someone is already here. Hehe. You're quite a diligent child."
The woman who entered the bath spoke to him.
Thanks to his long hair and his body being obscured by the water, she seemed to have mistaken him for a member of the Phoenix Unit. If Jang Sam had possessed a rugged, muscular build like a Giant Dragon Spear, he would have been caught instantly, but fortunately, he was a handsome man with delicate lines, allowing him to narrowly avoid detection.
"Waking up early to soak in the bath gives you the strength to start the day, doesn't it?"
Sun-woo couldn't bring himself to answer her question. He might have fooled her eyes, but the moment he spoke, she would surely realize the truth.
"Why do you remain silent when asked a question? Do you not know who I am?"
"Yes..."
Sun-woo replied, making his voice as thin as possible. He knew speaking too much would give him away, but he thought he might be able to pass off a simple 'yes' or 'no.'
"I see. You must be a new recruit to the Phoenix Unit, so you don't recognize me. I am the Phoenix Hall Master, Kang Ha-yoon."
Upon hearing her words, Sun-woo’s eyes widened like saucers.
Who was Kang Ha-yoon?
She was Lee Jae-won’s second wife and the woman hailed as the second strongest among women, second only to the Heavenly Sword Empress. With her flamboyant beauty and boisterous personality, she was one of the few characters in High School Senior Goes to Murim who was actually well-developed.
Sun-woo had been more fond of her than the other heroines, so he recognized the name instantly.
Internally, he was in a state of total panic. While there was a flutter of excitement at meeting a character he liked, it was overshadowed by a crushing sense of crisis.
She was an absolute master who had surpassed the Super-Peak Realm and reached the Transcendent Realm. She was a woman who could send Sun-woo to Mount Bukmang with a single flick of her finger if she so desired.
Sun-woo felt a cold dread creeping into his heart. He had to overcome this situation somehow.
"Hello... Hall Master."
Sun-woo constricted his vocal cords as much as possible. He spoke in a tiny, mosquito-like voice, making it hard to distinguish if it was male or female.
"My, your voice is quite hoarse. Have you caught a cold?"
"Yes... I have been training in the morning dew lately... I think I caught a chill."
"Oh dear, excess is a poison worse than deficiency. Still, your dedication to your training as a martial artist is commendable."
"Not at all."
While responding, Sun-woo felt around the floor of the warm bath, searching for the water supply.
If it's not on the outside, it must be on the inside!
"I'll have a good dose of medicine prepared for you. What is your name?"
An unexpected crisis had arrived.
"I am fine."
"Nonsense. How can I, as the Hall Master, stand by while a talent who will bring glory to our Phoenix Unit is ill? Tell me your name at once."
Sun-woo agonized over her demand. If he gave a fake name and the Hall Master knew all the new recruits' names, he’d be caught. If he refused to answer, she would surely find it suspicious.
"Well? I told you to give me your name!"
Kang Ha-yoon’s suggestion turned into a sharp command. Boisterous but dogmatic, she was the type who needed everything to go her way. If he didn't give a name here, he would surely face disaster.
"My... my name is...!!"
Sun-woo spoke cautiously.