Lust Demon: Jongchil-21
Wi Sahu's fist and leg techniques flashed as they struck Bang Geukcheon. In the time it took to exhale a single breath, over a dozen punches sliced through the air. The chaotic blend of fists and kicks was on a level that made it hard to believe this was swordsmanship-style fisticuffs. Wi Sahu was a swordsman, but at the same time, she was the teacher to every escort in the agency. During escort missions, weapons often got lost or broke from wear. In those cases, all you could rely on were your two arms and two legs. That's why Wi Sahu's bare-handed skills were exceptionally refined.
But Bang Geukcheon blocked the attacks with ease. He too had learned fist and leg techniques from the Bamboo Spear Sect. The sect specialized in spear arts, but due to their nature, they taught hand-to-hand combat to a professional level as well. Bang Geukcheon's body was huge like a piece of equipment, but it wasn't slow at all. His solidly trained muscles made his movements as light as a feather and as swift as a hummingbird. Even though his speed was just a touch slower than Wi Sahu's, it was more than enough to defend against her onslaught.
Thud! Thud! Thud! The dull sounds of flesh slamming into flesh rang out at regular intervals. When Wi Sahu pressed forward, Bang Geukcheon retreated a step to defend. When Bang Geukcheon advanced, Wi Sahu fell back to block. The offense and defense repeated in nearly identical cycles. Their heights differed greatly, but that alone couldn't decide the fight. Wi Sahu used her small frame to her advantage, while Bang Geukcheon leveraged his massive build.
"Not bad, Wi girl! Among the 'women,' that is!"
"Before I kill you two bastards, I'll cut off your cocks! Kuhk!"
"My cock doesn't matter, but treat my bro's cock like the treasure of all women out there. Heh heh! Seems like the little lady's getting sluggish."
"You damn bastard! Don't you have any pride?" Wi Sahu shouted in a sharp voice.
"Pride doesn't feed you, does it?"
Bang Geukcheon's reply was relaxed. Though Wi Sahu was holding her own against him, she could feel herself gradually being pushed back. It was a matter of stamina. She'd climaxed several times on the way here and was mentally exhausted, starting the fight already drained. Bang Geukcheon, on the other hand, was in peak condition from the start. The outcome was decided before the fight even began.
"Bang Geukcheon. You're a useful one, alright."
Jongchil nodded as he watched Bang Geukcheon's performance. He liked how the guy had humbly accepted his place in the pecking order as a male, and his skills were solid too. An extra not mentioned in the original story, but at this level, he'd rank among the weaker named side characters. Raising him could prove handy later.
'It's the mindset more than the skills that I like.'
Jongchil had no interest in raising a male no matter how skilled. But a guy who didn't chase skirts and bowed his head like that? That changed things. In truth, Bang Geukcheon wasn't immune to lust—he got excited watching Jongchil fuck women, so he offered them up to him. And the one who'd turned him that way was none other than Jongchil himself.
Whatever the circumstances, Jongchil was quite pleased with Bang Geukcheon.
"Hah...! Hah...!"
Wi Sahu's breathing grew ragged. At the same time, her balance crumbled. She gritted her teeth and tried to refocus, but her stamina was spent to the limit—her ears were ringing. Her limbs felt numb, and her opponent's movements seemed to speed up. No, it was her own that were slowing. She realized her disadvantage.
But she couldn't give up, not with Na Okryeong behind her.
"Looks like the fight's over. Bro Jongchil, how do you wanna fuck this bitch?"
Bang Geukcheon asked Jongchil in a tone that declared victory. Wi Sahu couldn't even muster anger at his casual attitude. Her body was drenched in sweat like someone caught in a downpour. Even in her baggy clothes, the fabric clung tightly, outlining her figure perfectly. It was erotic enough to make a chanting monk pop a boner on the spot.
Jongchil looked at Wi Sahu and stripped off his pants. His cock stood tall and proud. If that didn't get you hard, you'd have to be a eunuch. And that eunuch, Bang Geukcheon, was right there in front of him.
'A cockless eunuch is a good kind of eunuch. Keuk.'
"Oh my."
Na Okryeong let out a small scream at the sight of Jongchil's cock. He grinned at her and deliberately spun it around in front of her.
"I'll fuck you with this soon enough. I hear Seo Gilhu's a famous wastrel in Anhui—how's his dick stack up?"
"My husband? Probably not even half of that."
Na Okryeong replied without losing her composure. She even threw a question back at him.
"You. After swallowing up the Silver Forest House and White Lily Escort Agency, what's next? Just gonna stop after grabbing two beauties?"
"Obviously, I'll devour the Chrysanthemum Battlefield and Peony Merchant Guild too. It'll take some time, though. Not sure if they have any fuckable women over there."
"Sadly, no beauties like me or Sahu. Not appealing to a dual black lust demon like you."
"Eh, doesn't matter. Anhui's top battlefield, top merchant guild, top escort agency. Snag those, and I'll have a force rivaling the Nangong Family. And I'll take the Nangong Family anyway."
Na Okryeong's eyes sparkled at Jongchil's words. Was there another man in the Central Plains who could spout such mad ravings against the Nangong Family? Probably not, unless it was Sword Immortal Tae Uryang, who unified the martial world with a single blade 300 years ago, or Sword Ghost, who shattered countless sects and families to proclaim his power.
His actions so far already screamed abnormal, but this confirmed it for her.
"You're definitely either a genius or a madman."
"Well, you staying so calm in this situation doesn't make you look normal either."
Jongchil was impressed by Na Okryeong's rock-solid composure. An ordinary woman would've freaked out ten times over by now. But as the brains behind a massive escort agency, she'd stayed cool throughout. She seemed like a toy with plenty of uses if tamed. The type like Greia or Lienna from the Solary World.
"Me? I've got my reasons."
With that, Na Okryeong crushed the small box she'd been secretly clutching. It was finely inscribed with a formation. The moment it shattered, a bizarre array etched itself across her entire office. Intense energy flows surged along the formation.
Bang Geukcheon's gaze snapped toward it.
"I've been waiting for this. Just needed a little time, you see."
It was an artifact crafted directly by the Zhuge Family. A protective capture tool called Hoi Poi, allowing temporary formations. The one she used was made by the current family head, Zhuge Jo-hu. First time using it, but it worked perfectly.
As the formation activated with Na Okryeong's triumphant smile, Bang Geukcheon and Jongchil's knees slammed into the floor involuntarily. Not by their will—an external force forced them to kneel. Immense pressure crushed down on them.
"Sadly, White Lily Escort Agency doesn't do business with the untrustworthy."
Na Okryeong said with a smile.
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The air on my shoulders suddenly weighed a thousand tons. The glittering formation on the office floor resembled a witch's magic circle. Something straight out of magical girl Carol Muse.
Formations twisted and reshaped natural energy using terrain, features, and artificial tools to produce specific effects. Standard in countless wuxia tales, and Extreme Sword Heaven Immortal was no exception. The Zhuge Family was especially famous for them—probably because of Zhuge Liang from Romance of the Three Kingdoms, giving them a rep for brainy schemes.
So that's why she'd stalled me with chit-chat? Makes sense now, that calm facade. Sure, she had a hidden dagger, but keeping cool while talking to an intruder to buy time? Na Okryeong was a genius among geniuses.
Her personal martial arts were mediocre, but her brains more than made up for it.
"Dealing with madmen always ends in loss."
Na Okryeong said in a beautiful voice. Her smile, soft as the rising moon, signaled the complete reversal of our situation.
I resisted the powerful pressure pinning my body. But all I could manage was lifting my head. I took in Na Okryeong, sitting in her chair with a detached expression, looking down at me. Her oval face, egg-smooth and slender, held languid eyes. Her hair was short, barely brushing her shoulders, a clear silver. High nose, tiny doll-like mouth. Her crimson lips looked like they'd devoured a hundred mice. Modest chest, hips hidden by the desk but probably nicely flared judging by her figure.
Looking at her brought to mind overdoing it is as bad as not enough. No excess. No lack. In a world overflowing with too much or too little, Na Okryeong perfectly walked the middle path.
The nearest beauty, Wi Sahu, fell just a speck short—a mote of dust. Fairy Gate's Seol Harin, Mose Young, or my slave Dan Yu were all overflowing types. But Na Okryeong proved you could shine without lack or excess.
"This lets you control human will at whim, huh. Neat trick?"
Na Okryeong fiddled with the common sense alteration sticker. Even an expert like her had never seen one. Her interest was natural.
"B-Bro! I can't move my body!"
Bang Geukcheon, squirming on the floor like a maggot, shouted desperately. If even his strength couldn't resist, it was one hell of a formation. From the Zhuge Family? The Hoi Poi Na Okryeong used was like a fantasy magic scroll—easy to activate but low output.
Yet it subdued me and Bang Geukcheon? Had to be top-shelf, straight from a Zhuge direct lineage.
"Well, now what? Got any other toys I don't know about? That'd be a problem. Gotta eliminate variables early to avoid bad outcomes."