The Demoness Becomes a Slave

Exchanging the gold I'd earned in the Solari World proved no trouble at all. Hubei Province, where Fairy Gate stood, was one of the most prosperous regions in the Central Plains.

Fairy Gate itself sat in Wuhan City, a commercial hub that had flourished even by Hubei's standards. Wuhan had everything. From plagues vast enough to swallow ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠the world, to slaves and courtesans, to gunpowder so tightly controlled by the imperial court that mere possession ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠of it was a capital crime — if you had the money, you could buy it.

Currency exchangers were naturally thick on the ground in the markets. Of course, more than a few of them were exchangers in name only — thugs and swindlers who would as soon rob you as count your coin — so any transaction demanded caution.

Fortunately, I had Dan Yuha as my backer. Through her, I converted a portion of my gold into the local currency. The sum was considerable, and I walked away with a mountain of silver taels. Ordinarily, an amount this large would have been exchanged for merchant-guild promissory notes, but with an inventory of my own, carrying a fortune in hard cash around was no burden at all.

The first thing I did after the exchange was find a house. I bought a rather fine mansion in the heart of Wuhan City — a manor with a garden of some three hundred square meters, far too extravagant for someone who wasn't even a martial-world nobody. The transaction, of course, went through Dan Yuha. Bewitched by my cock as thoroughly as she was, calling her half my slave already would not have been an overstatement. She no longer sought me out for treatment. She sought me out for pleasure. Three times a day was no longer enough; she pulled me into her arms whenever she found a spare moment.

The checkpoints in Supreme Sword Heavenly Immortal seem to work differently from the ones in the Solari World. I bought a house and the system didn't so much as twitch.

I'd more or less expected as much, so the disappointment was mild. Failing to set a checkpoint was a shame, but the new house was excellent. The previous owner had been a high-ranking imperial official who'd been promoted and posted to the capital, which was why he'd sold the place to me.

A house that large needed people to run it. I purchased several servants to wait on me — servants in name, slaves in everything but the paperwork. Naturally, I chose only women of outstanding beauty.

Dan Yuha moved in with me. She seemed to feel no particular attachment to her old residence. It had been a convalescent house, nothing more — a place she'd taken solely to recover from her poison.

I passed the days in the new mansion taking Dan Yuha and the other servants in turn. It wasn't idle hedonism. I spent the time productively, training in the Yin-Yang Harmony Technique. My plan was to make Dan Yuha my slave in full, then return to Fairy Gate — where I would have Mo Seyeong and Seol Hwa-rin.

The Yin-Yang Harmony Technique displayed its mastery in stars rather than levels, which was unusual. At present I sat at the most rudimentary stage: the 1st Star.

Like most martial arts, the technique comprised twelve stars in total. Its underlying principles were remarkably simple, so grasping them intellectually was no great challenge.

But the Yin-Yang Harmony Technique was not a martial art you could master with the mind alone. As with every true art, comprehension and embodiment had to move in concert before the technique became yours. And embodiment, of course, required practice.

"Haaah~! Hngh~! Nngh~! So good...! I cannot fathom how I ever lived without knowing this pleasure~!"

Practice, in this case, meant sex. And I had an outstanding sparring partner: the Rakshasa Demoness, Dan Yuha.

She was my sex doll now. At some point she had forgotten entirely that our coupling had ever been a form of treatment.

I've been fucking Dan Yuha for nearly a month. Today she's wetter than usual. Is this my chance to make her a slave?

The slick, clenching heat of her pussy was denser than it had been yesterday, springy and greedy in a way I hadn't felt before. I had taken her dozens of times, and yet today was different.

The inner walls seemed to cling to my cock with a new and aching tenderness, and the face of the bitch Dan Yuha had become was more lewd than I had ever seen it. Her twitching asshole had already surrendered to me completely. It felt as though her womb itself had descended to greet the head of my cock.

Today. Today I make Dan Yuha my slave.

I spanked her ass the way a man beats a drum. Dan Yuha was a martial artist of a completely different caliber from me; no matter how hard I struck, she would be fine. Knowing that, I stopped holding back. There is a particular pleasure in throwing off every limit and indulging without restraint.

"Lady Dan Yuha! Your pussy's grip seems rather weak. I'm afraid your hole has stretched out like those whores in the red-light district."

A lie, of course. Her tightness was stronger now than it had been the day I'd taken her virginity. Through our countless couplings, Dan Yuha had unconsciously mastered the art of squeezing a cock for its pleasure. Her pussy was, at this point, a finished masterpiece.

"Nngh~! Forgive me...! It may have grown a little loose.... But I am confident in my squeeze, so please — I beg you, do not cast me aside!"

Far from taking offense, she pleaded with me not to abandon her. A few short weeks had ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠remade her this thoroughly. Living without my cock was no longer possible for her.

I seized both of her ass cheeks in a brutal grip. I had her from behind, and when I spread those cheeks wide, every shameful part of her was laid bare without a scrap of concealment. In the beginning, Dan Yuha had flushed with humiliation at the sight of her own asshole. Now she begged me to look.

"If your pussy has gone slack, what about taking it in the ass instead? That hole shouldn't be quite so loose yet!"

Squelch. Squelch. Squelch. Squelch.

"And when that hole is ruined too, then what? If word gets out that one of the Five Heads of the Unorthodox Faction couldn't even keep her own asshole in order, won't the entire martial world be whispering?"

"Hiiih! I am done with being a Head of the Unorthodox Faction — done with all of it! So long as I have this cock, I need nothing else!"

Dan Yuha slammed herself back onto me like a maddened mare, trying to bind me with the sheer force of her grip. She was the one in the receiving position, and yet she was the one pistoning her hips. I laced my fingers behind my head and enjoyed the ride.

Hiiih! Well? This pussy is still perfectly serviceable, is it not?

"Hmph. Hard to say. It's... adequate, I suppose. I'll need to use it a little longer before I can be sure."

Her pussy was, without question, a passing grade. If I ever held a tournament among the women I'd taken, she would make the semifinals at the very least. The pussy and ass of a woman who trained were genuinely terrifying.

"Lady Dan Yuha! Is my cock truly that good!?"

Schlick. Schlick. Schlick. Schlick.

I spoke down at the woman thrashing her hips before me like a mare in heat. I didn't need to ask. Anyone watching this scene would have known at a glance that she was out of her mind for my cock. Cover her face and you could have sold her as a Western gangbang actress and no one would have blinked.

"Hiiih! I have already told you! I can no longer live without your cock!"

"Then how about becoming my slave? If you become my slave, you can spend the rest of your life getting fucked by my cock. Your pussy, your ass, even that mouth of yours — I'll fuck all of them for as long as you live."

The instant the words left me, her pussy clamped down as if it meant to crush my cock outright. The pressure was so sudden and so immense that I slapped her ass in a frantic tattoo, the way a wrestler taps out.

"Ah—! Wait! That hurts!"

"Ah! Forgive me! My body simply... reacted to those words! To be fucked by your cock for the rest of my life.... Is that true?"

If she wished it, Dan Yuha could have bound me by force at any moment. That hierarchy of power had long since vacated her mind.

Perhaps this was the essential hierarchy between male and female. A woman, no matter how strong, was in the end a hole made to be filled by a man's cock. That was a birthright no amount of martial prowess could invert.

"It's true! Become my cock-slave, and you will spend the rest of your life getting fucked by it. Well?"

"I will! I will be your cock-slave! Nngiiiih!"

She came like a woman who had just received the most magnificent proposal in the world, her face rapturous as a jet of love-juice burst from her. The pleasure was so overwhelming that a stream of golden piss followed, a terrifying spray that would have put even the legendary Byun Gang-soe to shame.

A notification window bloomed before my eyes. At last, Dan Yuha was my slave. It had taken a little time, but it had been easier than I'd expected.

Training the Yin-Yang Harmony Technique along the way made all the difference. The Power of Sex in concert with the Yin-Yang Harmony Technique... From this point on, no woman is my match.

Any woman I fucked even once would never escape me. The world was wide and experts were many, of course, so complacency was still a luxury I couldn't afford. But planting a titan like Dan Yuha at my feet filled me with a satisfaction so deep it bordered on the religious.

"Nngh! I'm coming! I'm coming! It won't stoppp! Motherrrr!"

That Dan Yuha — calling for her mother as she came, ugly and undone. Her eyes rolled back. Drool spilled from her mouth. Her nostrils flared. A slack tongue lolled between her parted lips, and tears and snot smeared her face.

Even a child would have looked at that and known she'd gone over the edge. The sight of Dan Yuha at the peak of pleasure was obscenely lewd.

It was vulgarity distilled to its purest expression, and I loved that face. Watching a woman who had been utterly defeated by me made pre-cum leak from the head of my cock in a slow, steady thread. It was like watching an angel fallen in the mud. No — more stimulating than that.

I should take a picture of this.

I will be honest: I like women who are filthy and lewd. Innocent women have their own flavor, of course, but there is nothing like the naked face of a woman who has shed every last scrap of moral pretense in bed. A beautiful woman dripping vulgarities, begging for my cock — I simply cannot endure it.

Of course, lewd for me alone is enough. A woman who goes around broadcasting her heat like a brothel whore makes a fine snack, but she could never be a principal wife.

On that count, Dan Yuha passed. I cracked my palm across the ass of the woman sprawled across the bed. A vivid handprint bloomed on that pale, fine skin. It felt like tracking dirty footprints across a field of first snow, and I liked that too.

"Hweeeeh...."

Dan Yuha no longer seemed capable of thought. I called the servants in to clean the room. And even then I couldn't hold back — I pounced on two of the women as they worked. Dan Yuha alone was nowhere near enough to slake me.

I suddenly miss Soso. Her face wasn't much, but her technique was decent, and she was good at matching my pace.

Soso was, how to put it — like the favorite side dish at a neighborhood banchan shop you visit all the time. I found myself craving her out of nowhere.

Dan Yuha's conquest is finished anyway. Time to go back to Fairy Gate. Soso, Mo Seyeong, White Snow Flower.... Ah, why are there so many women to fuck?

If I kept taking them at a reasonable clip, I would figure out the checkpoint sooner or later. I washed myself clean and began laying plans for my return to Fairy Gate. Dan Yuha was my slave now. I could use her however I pleased.