Chapter 765: If You’ve Done Something Wrong, You Should Be Punished, Right?
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 765: If You’ve Done Something Wrong, You Should Be Punished, Right?
[Lee Jae-won, the Cheonmu Alliance Leader, is dead.]
This rumor, brief yet incredibly potent, began to send shockwaves throughout the entire Murim.
It was only natural, given the immense influence of the man in question.
Those who first encountered the news shook their heads in unison, flatly denying it. They claimed there was simply no way it could be true.
After all, who was Lee Jae-won?
He was the great hero who had saved the Murim twenty years ago from the Heavenly Demon—a being considered incomprehensible. He was the leader of the Cheonmu Alliance, the strongest martial organization in existence, and an absolute ruler who had reigned over the martial world.
How could such a man lose his life? It was unthinkable.
However, the public’s disbelief was soon dispelled by an official announcement from the Cheonmu Alliance itself.
The Heavenly Sword Empress, Joo So-yang, had officially confirmed Lee Jae-won’s death. Furthermore, she went public with the hidden history surrounding his passing.
She revealed everything—from the foul atrocities Lee Jae-won had committed over the years to the details of his final moments.
The people were struck with horror. The secrets behind Lee Jae-won’s death were far too shocking to comprehend.
Lee Jae-won was no hero.
He was no man of chivalry.
He was a hypocrite who had spent decades raping and murdering women while masquerading as a saintly gentleman. He was a beast in human skin, so cruel that he had framed his only disciple just to maintain his grip on power. He was a demon so wicked that even the Heavenly Demon would have wept in his presence.
Everyone who heard the news became of one mind and began to curse Lee Jae-won’s name, calling him a piece of trash the likes of which the world would never see again.
Not a single person stepped forward to defend him.
The absolute ruler, once the most respected man in the Murim, had plummeted into the status of the most despised wretch.
The reputation he had built over twenty years vanished in an instant, as if it had never existed at all.
"So... you recommended me as the Cheonmu Alliance Leader?"
Sun-woo spoke, his expression one of utter disbelief.
"Yes! And I will be staying by your side as an advisor, Sun-woo," Joo So-yang replied with a radiant smile. "Now everything, everything is yours! The furniture here! This room! This pavilion! The Cheonmu Alliance! It’s all yours!"
Joo So-yang spread her arms wide and continued.
"What’s more, I can be with you 'officially'... all day long... Hehe..."
Her face was filled with pure ecstasy. The mere thought of being glued to Sun-woo’s side all day without having to worry about what others thought filled her with overwhelming happiness.
"............Well? Did I do good? Was I helpful to you, Sun-woo? Did I succeed in being a supportive wife? Please tell me... Sun-woo... Hurry..."
Joo So-yang began to pester him, looking up at Sun-woo with eyes like a puppy begging for praise. She practically radiated a desire for him to tell her how well she had done.
"Joo So-yang."
Sun-woo spoke as he looked down at her.
"Yes~♡"
Joo So-yang replied with a seductive smile that could make anyone’s heart skip a beat.
"Put your hands against the wall and lean over."
"Pardon?"
Joo So-yang blinked, sounding confused by his command.
"Ah!"
But soon, a look of realization dawned on her face.
Swish.
She immediately turned around. She thought she had grasped Sun-woo’s intention perfectly.
He was going to give her a reward. He was going to show her how much he loved her for doing such a wonderful thing. He was going to dote on her intensely.
‘Haa... A reward... That massive... cock.’
Soon, Joo So-yang’s face began to flush a deep crimson. Just imagining that dick thrusting into her pussy hole filled her with anticipation and excitement.
Thud.
Joo So-yang reached out and pressed her palms against the wall. Then, she pushed her buttocks out as far as they could go. She lifted them slightly to make it easier for Sun-woo to plow into her. Her already large rear became even more prominent, looking plump and massive.
"Haa... Sun-woo... I’ve pushed my bottom out..."
Joo So-yang let out a hot, ragged breath.
Step. Step.
The sound of footsteps reached her ears. Hearing them, Joo So-yang knew. Sun-woo was approaching her.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
Her heart began to hammer wildly against her ribs.
Drip.
At the same time, sexual fluid began to trickle down her firm thighs. The thought of being taken by Sun-woo, the man she loved more than anything in the world, filled her with unparalleled excitement and pleasure.
‘Hurry... please, hurry and fuck me... Give So-yang your love...’
Joo So-yang prayed and prayed inwardly. She wanted him to hurry up and stir her secret depths with his superior cock.
Stop.
Sun-woo’s footsteps came to a halt.
‘Finally!’
Her eyes became bloodshot with anticipation. She waited for the promised pleasure to arrive.
Smack!
"Haa-ugh!"
But what arrived was not pleasure. It was a stinging, burning pain.
‘W-What...?!’
Confusion washed over her face. She was bewildered by the sudden pain blooming across her buttocks.
Smack!
Another resounding slap echoed through the room.
"Haa-ahhh!!"
Joo So-yang’s scream grew louder as a sharp pain radiated across her entire backside.
"Sun-woo... why...?"
Joo So-yang turned her head back to look at Sun-woo, her expression filled with incomprehension. She couldn’t understand why he was giving her a beating instead of his dick, pain instead of pleasure.
"Who told you to go ahead with this without consulting me?"
Sun-woo glared at her, his voice calm but cold.
"What?!"
"I don’t recall ever saying I wanted to sit in the Alliance Leader’s chair."
Sun-woo’s eyes were sharp as he stared her down. He was genuinely annoyed. He was angry that Joo So-yang had taken such liberties. Recommending him for the position of Alliance Leader? He was hearing about this for the first time. How could she commit such a massive act so unilaterally?
"T-That’s... I just thought... it would be... better for you..."
Seeing Sun-woo’s anger, Joo So-yang’s voice began to tremble.
"And why are you the one making that judgment?"
Sun-woo’s tone was icy. He knew she didn’t have any ill intent. A woman who loved him more than her own life wouldn’t harbor malice toward him. But the lack of malice didn’t erase her mistake. She had clearly done wrong. Without even asking for his opinion, she had tried to thrust him into the heavy, burdensome role of the Cheonmu Alliance Leader. It was an undeniable blunder. How could she proceed with such a major matter without consulting him? It was absurd.
"I... I’m sorry... I just... I thought you would be happy..."
Hearing Sun-woo’s cold voice, Joo So-yang’s words shook. She really thought he would like it. The absolute power to sway the world, the prestige of being the leader of the strongest organization in the Murim, the immense wealth that would accumulate every year—if he became the Alliance Leader, he would inherit everything Lee Jae-won once had. How could she have imagined he wouldn’t want it?
"I’m not happy at all."
Sun-woo’s tone remained frigid. He wasn’t happy in the slightest. He didn’t want any of it. Not the absolute power, not the prestige, and certainly not the wealth. He simply wanted to live a leisurely life with the women he loved and grow old happily. He had no desire for power or fame. He had already achieved everything he wanted. He already had the massive shield of the Tang Clan, a paradise where he could have anything he wanted with just a reach of his hand.
That was why he didn’t want to be the Alliance Leader. He didn’t want anything that belonged to Lee Jae-won. And that was why he wasn’t happy that Joo So-yang had recommended him for the post.
"I... I’m sorry... I made a mistake..."
Joo So-yang’s voice trembled with fear. Sun-woo’s voice, cold as the bitter cold northern wind, terrified her. His tone had changed. It was no longer gentle, no longer filled with affection or warmth. He was speaking to her with a dry, emotionless detachment.
She was terrified. Terrified that he might hate her. Terrified that he would no longer look at her with love. Terrified that he might abandon her.
‘No... please, no...’
Tears began to well up in her eyes. Just the thought of it filled her with an extreme, heart-wrenching sorrow. Even though she had reached the Profound Realm and achieved significant mental fortitude, she was still frightened. Frightened of being hated by Sun-woo, of being discarded by the one she loved most.
Thud.
Joo So-yang collapsed to her knees on the floor.
"Sob... Sun-woo... I... huff... I was wrong... Please... please forgive me."
She knelt before him, her face desperate as she begged for his mercy. She pleaded for him to forgive her mistake.
"Please... huff... please... don’t abandon me..."
She sobbed uncontrollably, her pleas never-ending.
"............"
Seeing her like this, Sun-woo felt his heart soften. Her fragile, pitiful appearance, like a lost baby bird, instinctively triggered his protective urges. He wanted to pull her into his arms and comfort her right then and there.
‘No, I can’t.’
However, Sun-woo hardened his expression and steeled his resolve. He felt that if he didn’t correct this behavior now, the same thing would happen again.
‘I’m done being jerked around.’
Up until now, Sun-woo had been constantly dragged into trouble by the whims of others. First by Paeng Ga-ryeon, then by Lee Jae-won, and then by the Demonic Cult. He had been tossed about and suffered time and time again. And now, Joo So-yang was trying to do the same. How could he not set things right?
Sun-woo decided that he had to fix her habit once and for all.
"I hate being manipulated. I hate it when things involving me are decided without my knowledge."
Sun-woo suppressed his softening heart and glared at her.
"Sob... huff... I’m... sorry... huff... I was wrong... I won’t... I won’t ever do it again... So please... please... forgive me... Sun-woo... please..."
Joo So-yang continued to shed tears as she begged for forgiveness.
"............"
Sun-woo watched her in silence for a moment.
"Joo So-yang."
He finally spoke.
"......Yes..."
Joo So-yang looked up at him with eyes full of sorrow. Her tear-filled eyes shimmered like starlight.
"Lean against the wall."
Sun-woo’s voice was cold.
"If you’ve done something wrong, you should be punished, right?"
"........I’ll do as you say."
Hearing his words, Joo So-yang slowly stood up. She understood his intention. He was going to punish her for her rude and arrogant behavior. It was only right.
Once on her feet, she reached out and pressed her hands against the wall. She pushed her buttocks out again. Her large, luscious rear was emphasized, looking even more massive. It was a rear so bountiful it could be called the perfect shape for childbearing.
"If you scream, I’m starting the count over from the beginning."
Sun-woo’s voice was stern.
"........Yes...."
Joo So-yang answered weakly. The anticipation of the physical punishment filled her with dread.
SMAAAAACK!
A resounding slap filled the room. Sun-woo’s palm had struck her large buttocks with full force.
"Ugh..."
Joo So-yang bit back a moan, her eyes brimming with tears. The pain was far beyond anything she had imagined.
SMAAAAACK!
Another sharp impact echoed. Before she could even process the first wave of pain, her buttocks were struck again.
"Haa-ugh!"
A cry finally escaped her lips. She simply couldn’t endure it.
"We’re starting over from the beginning."
Sun-woo spoke flatly.
".....N-No..."
Joo So-yang’s face turned pale. The thought of having to endure the full count again made her world go dark.
Smack!
Smack!
The sound of rhythmic slaps continued to echo throughout the room. After a while of enduring the beating...
‘Wait... this is... strange.’
Joo So-yang began to feel something odd. The violence Sun-woo was inflicting as punishment was starting to provide a bizarre sensation. At some point, every time the resounding slap landed, her pussy would clench. Every time she felt the stinging sensation on her skin, her love nectar began to flow.
SMAAAAACK!
Another heavy blow landed.
"Haa-aaaaahhh!"
This time, the sound that escaped Joo So-yang’s lips was a moan mixed with a nasal tone. It was a sound entirely different from a scream of pain.