A Perfectly Legal Examination
This was a perfectly legal molestation. I examined Dan Yuha's pussy and anus with painstaking, methodical care.
Every woman's pussy and anus is shaped differently — different enough, I suspected, that you could use them in place of fingerprints if you really put your mind to it. A warm satisfaction settled over me as I added another piece to my collection, diligently teasing her all the while.
"Ahhh...! Nnhhh...!"
She was past forty, yet so thoroughly ignorant of sex that her hymen was still intact. The moans she let out could have served as a textbook for virgins everywhere, and I enjoyed every last one of them. Every virgin in the world ought to take notes from Dan Yuha.
"Are you... not finished yet?!"
The first sweet rush of pleasure she had ever felt in her life seemed to frighten her as much as it thrilled her; her voice was tight with urgency as she hurried me along. Being rushed like that only made me want to torment her further — but Dan Yuha had not fallen for me completely. Push too hard now and I would catch the backlash.
I decided this was far enough. Devouring her was only a matter of time anyway.
"I'm nearly finished. I believe I have a general idea now."
"If you understand... does that mean you can neutralize this poison?"
Hope colored every word. The sudden shift in her voice told me just how desperately she had been waiting for a cure.
"As for that... I will explain the nature of the poison first, then give you my answer."
I deliberately withheld a definitive answer. When I stepped back from her, Dan Yuha flushed crimson, hung her head, and fumbled her clothes back on.
I turned my back. The soft rustle of fabric as she dressed was so lewd I nearly looked over my shoulder more than once. Once she had finished, she spoke.
"So. You say you have identified the poison? What manner of toxin is this?"
She had recovered some of her composure, but a faint tremor still ran through her voice — a lovely sound, thick with the shame of having shown her naked body to a man. I desperately suppressed my swelling cock as I answered.
"The poison appears to be Bulchobulgudok — a highly specialized toxin manufactured by the Poison Palace."
"Bulchobulgudok? I have never heard of such a poison."
Bulchobulgudok was a secret weapon the Poison Palace had developed in the dark. What made it special was how stealthy and lethal it was — even physicians as learned as those of the Medicine Sect struggled to identify it.
"Bulchobulgudok disrupts the victim's circulation of inner energy, stunts the growth of their internal power, and brings on chronic fatigue and a wasting of physical strength. Furthermore, any attempt to mobilize a large quantity of inner energy triggers migraines and bouts of delirium."
As I recited the symptoms in detail, Dan Yuha's eyes went wide. She clapped her hands together and cried out.
"That is it! Those are the very symptoms I suffer! Five years have passed since I was poisoned, and no matter how diligently I circulated my qi, my internal power never increased. And every time I mobilize my inner energy, I am struck by severe headaches and hallucinations!"
As a weapon the Poison Palace had forged in secret, Bulchobulgudok was formidable. It was less a poison than a slow-acting disease that killed martial artists by inches — for a warrior who could not grow their internal power, it was tantamount to a death sentence. And every time they used their inner energy, the symptoms struck with vicious force.
The truly terrifying thing about Bulchobulgudok was how difficult it was to identify the cause, let alone find a treatment. There was a reason even the sect master of the Medicine Sect had failed to diagnose it. It fully deserved its reputation as the Poison Palace's secret weapon. That said, it had its drawbacks.
The greatest of those drawbacks was that it could not actually kill the person it infected. Then again, that was by design. Bulchobulgudok had never been intended for assassination — it had been created for subjugation. The even bigger problem, in truth, was that the method of neutralizing it was simple.
"Bulchobulgudok is a most unusual poison. The human body contains both yin and yang, as well as the five elements. This toxin is a peculiar agent that throws the balance of yin and yang within the body into disarray."
This was complete bullshit. Dan Yuha listened to my nonsense with total seriousness.
"It disrupts the balance of yin and yang, you say?"
"Yes. That is why the harmony of the body collapses, producing the symptoms you have described. A man possesses yang energy, but he possesses yin energy as well. A woman likewise possesses yang energy alongside her yin. We conventionally regard men as yang and women as yin because the proportions of those energies differ. Men lean toward yang. Women lean toward yin."
"I know the basic principles of yin and yang. So this poison destroys that balance?"
"Precisely. A woman's body must hold yang energy alongside her yin. But this poison completely suppresses the yang, shattering the body's harmony. Which means the method of neutralizing it is simple. All one must do is release the yang energy that has been crushed down inside the body."
"Yang energy... But I have consumed any number of spiritual medicines in search of a cure. Tiantai Ginseng, which is rich in yang. Undying Grass. Even the heart of a crimson tiger. None of them had any effect."
"The approach was wrong. To neutralize this Bulchobulgudok, what is required is the powerful yang energy of a human male."
This was where I started setting the hook.
"The essence of a human male?"
"Yes. Once a day, the essence of a young, vigorous human male who has not yet passed his twentieth year must be taken in through a woman's three mouths. Do that for a full month, flooding the body with abundant yang energy, and the Bulchobulgudok can be neutralized."
"A man's essence... Do you mean a man's blood? And what is this about three mouths...?"
What she said sent a chill down my spine. Being a virgin, she apparently had no instinct for this sort of thing at all.
"That is not it. The supreme yang energy a man possesses — that is his semen."
"...Semen, you said?"
Dan Yuha's voice shrank to a whisper, barely crawling out of her throat.
"Yes. Once a day, a young man's semen must be taken in through the mouth, the pussy, and the anus. Only then can the poison be neutralized."
"......"
Dan Yuha could not find her next words. Her face said everything her mouth could not.
Under ordinary circumstances, she might have seen through the lie. That was why I had spent this entire encounter laying the groundwork so desperately. I had identified every last symptom of the poison she carried, then recited them in front of her without a hitch, and in doing so I had earned her trust.
And even if she did have her doubts, she had no other choice. A means of treating the poison had appeared right in front of her. What else was she supposed to do?
Heh. People dying of incurable diseases always fall for a con man's pitch.
And I was not just any con man. I was a goddamn artist.
"The method I know for neutralizing Bulchobulgudok is the only one that exists."
I said it like a declaration. She stared at my face, still unable to speak. This seemed like the right moment to take a step back.
"I... really ought to be getting back now. It has grown quite late."
"Ah... is that so? Now that you mention it, it has already gone dark outside. Very well. You have worked hard. You may go."
I bowed respectfully and left the house. A full moon was already floating in the sky. Dan Yuha would have no choice but to seek me out again. I made my way back to the Fairy Gate by moonlight.
By the time I reached the Fairy Gate again, it was nearly morning. Fortunately, the big one — the one who had fainted when we ran into the White Tiger — had already made it back and explained the situation, so I was able to talk my way through it somehow. I told them I had fled deep into Mount Wudang to escape the White Tiger.
Seol Hwa-rin defended me with everything she had, but Mo Seyeong tore into me anyway.
"Hmph! This is why men are all useless."
Mo Seyeong shot me a look of pure distaste. The servant who had died a miserable death on Mount Wudang did not seem to register with her at all. Then again, he did not register with me either. What was that bastard's name again?
Come to think of it, this whole mess had started because that woman had ordered us to cut down Black Iron Wood. Then again, that was how I had met Dan Yuha, so as far as I was concerned it was a net gain.
First things first — I need to drain this thing.
I went looking for Soso and jumped her.
"Honestly, I thought you were dead. You scared me half to death."
She had been sleeping in the annex the female servants shared. The bedrooms were divided, though, so I slipped into her room and buried my cock in her. Dan Yuha had me hard to the breaking point. There was no holding it in.
"Nngh! I'll spank that ass. Turn around."
Schlick. Schlick. Schlick.
"Hnnngh~♥ If you make too much noise, the other girls might wake up~!"
"Heh! Why are you so wet down here? Secretly looking forward to this, huh? Should I let the other girls watch us going at it?"
"Ahhnn~♥ Don't~! We'll both get thrown out~♥"
Getting thrown out would be the least of our worries. Mo Seyeong would beat us black and blue.
"Come to think of it, that big bastard seems to have a thing for you. I heard he prepared a gift. He'll probably confess soon."
"Hnn~! Hnn~! The big guy? Oh, you mean Ojang-i."
"Ojeong? What a shitty name."
"He's not my type. All bulk and no backbone — I bet he couldn't even kill a spider in his own room."
"Heh! Yeah, that tracks. Anyway, if that bastard confesses, don't reject him. Keep it vague."
"Hnn~! Huh? Why all of a sudden? Did you get bored of me?"
"No, no. I just want to see the look on his face when he hits rock bottom. Heh! Later we can let him watch us have sex."
"Hnn~! You're so mean~! Nnhhh...! Wait, what's sex?"
"It's just another word for intercourse. Sounds more sophisticated, doesn't it?"
"Does it? Mmmhhnnn~! I'm cumming...!"
I ravaged Soso for a long while. In the end, I did not sleep a wink. Not that it mattered — in my current state, going a day without sleep was nothing. And kind-hearted Seol Hwa-rin even gave me the day off.
"You had a hard time yesterday, so rest well today. I will go search for Balgye's body. I would like to give him at least a simple funeral."
So the scrawny bastard's name was Balgye.
Ojeong and Balgye.
Something about those names felt backwards. Wait — then shouldn't I be Ogong?
"I ought to bring some flowers along the way, at least."
Kind-hearted to the bone, that Seol Hwa-rin. In this brutal martial world, the death of a single servant was as natural as breathing. In the original novel, inn waiters and sect servants dropped dead at the drop of a hat.
Who would've guessed there'd be a twist like this?
At any rate, I had unexpectedly been given a day off and nothing in particular to do, so I decided to go browse the marketplace.
I headed into town. I watched merchants laying out their wares on street stalls, then sat down at a roadside shop and had a bowl of noodles. It felt like touring the set of a historical drama. Surprisingly entertaining.
I considered stopping by an inn for a drink, then remembered I had nothing but pocket change and headed back. This bastard Jongchil had zero concept of saving money — when I first possessed this body, all I found in his pockets were a few copper coins.
After touring the market, I returned to the sect. I was planning to kill the rest of the day sleeping when someone suddenly slammed my door open. I turned my head to see who the uninvited guest was.
To my astonishment, it was Mo Seyeong.
"H-Head Disciple? What brings you to my humble room...?"
"Hey! You little shit! What the hell have you been doing out there?!"
Mo Seyeong's voice was high and sharp. What was this woman even talking about? All I had done today was browse the street stalls.
"I'm afraid I don't understand what you mean."