Sweet Flesh Water in Desperation
There was some preamble about the cultivator: Jongchil24.
Jin Samwol woke up after nearly five hours had passed. She'd slept deeply and long. The Black Rock Taoist hadn't come. I had no idea if he wasn't looking for us or just couldn't find us.
Is it because this is the imugi's cave that he can't track us? Hmm. Doesn't seem likely. Well, suits me just fine.
Having more time to toy with Jin Samwol was definitely a boon for me. I decided to make full use of it.
"Yaaawn~! Feels like I slept forever. My body's all refreshed. I feel like I could float away. Did you get some rest, Jong Gongja?"
"Yeah. I just woke up too."
A lie. I'd caught about an hour of shut-eye. The rest of the time, I'd been groping her body.
Developing her sleeping flesh was incredibly rewarding and fun, so even without sleep, my body felt fully rested. My target this time: her asshole.
If I had just a bit more time, I could probably turn it into a perfect anal pussy.
With my senses and techniques honed by Power of Sex, Yin-Yang Union Technique, and countless fucks, it was totally doable.
Not just turning her into a virgin pussy—awakening her as a virgin anal pussy.
Jin Samwol: virgin pussy and virgin anal pussy all in one.
The thought alone made my mouth water.
"Ah! My ankle's completely healed, like it was washed clean! Amazing. This spirit beast's cave must be full of thick natural energy. Did that help?"
Jin Samwol flexed her injured ankle in wonder. I nodded.
"Probably. Glad to hear it."
"Yeah. But even with my ankle fixed, doesn't look like we can get out of here."
She eyed the firmly sealed cave entrance. She was right. It wasn't her ankle keeping us trapped.
Cheonhwa was still coiled up tight. No telling when she'd finish shedding. Could take over a year, for all I knew. That wasn't in the original story, so I had no intel.
Grrrrooowl!
Cheonhwa's belly clock rumbled again. Like yesterday, she blushed and clutched her starving gut.
"S-sorry!"
She hadn't eaten since noon yesterday. I'd snuck food from my inventory overnight, so I was in a different boat.
"You okay? You haven't eaten since yesterday, right?"
"Yeah. B-but I'm fine. And isn't it the same for you, Jong Gongja?"
"I'm used to going four days without food. Happens all the time on long trips."
"Ugh... really?"
She looked troubled, her voice glum.
Come to think of it, Jin Samwol was a great cook. No wonder she had zero tolerance for an empty stomach. Not sure if the two were related, but her face screamed she wasn't used to hunger. Maybe visions of the Black Rock Taoist's lavish feasts were dancing in her head?
Suddenly, a brilliant idea hit me. More precisely, a great way to torment her.
"Thirsty at all? Humans can starve for a good while, but water's different."
No drinkable water here. Cheonhwa, being a spirit beast, didn't seem to need food. Fantasy caves with fortuitous encounters usually had streams or edible moss—and high odds they were elixirs.
"Yeah, my throat's parched... You holding up okay, Jong Gongja?"
"For now. Who knows after more time passes."
About half an hour ticked by. Still no sign of rescuers. Jin Samwol's anxiety deepened.
"Something must've happened to Master..."
"Even the Taoist's power might struggle to find this place. It's an imugi's cave, after all."
"...Then we're..."
Two hours passed. Jin Samwol fell silent. Thirst was hitting her hardest.
Humans last two to three days max without water. Martial artists probably no different. Unless you're a transcendent like Han Kangwoo.
Jin Samwol was feeling the pressure. Plus, all the mental strain lately amplified it.
"Hmmm..."
"Something wrong?"
"N-no."
She hid her discomfort, but I could tell she was pushing it. I prodded gently.
"Thirsty?"
"...Manageable."
"Got it."
Another hour dragged on. Jin Samwol lay spread-eagled on the floor, eyes shut, conserving energy. One or two days like this, and she'd be a corpse.
"You alright?"
I asked again. Her voice was flat, lifeless.
"Yes."
No vitality at all. Perfect timing. I approached her.
She didn't even glance as I strode up. Looked like she'd stopped thinking altogether.
"You look rough."
"..."
"Thirst's the killer, huh?"
"..."
"At this rate, we'll dry up before the Taoist finds us. Might need drastic measures."
"Drastic... measures?"
She cracked her eyes open lazily. Nakedness—hers or mine—didn't faze her anymore. Dick swinging, I said,
"Gotta replenish fluids somehow, right?"
"But there's no water. No dew in a cave like this."
"Human bodies got water, though."
"You don't mean..."
She caught on.
"Extreme times call for it, yeah?"
"...Let's wait for Master a bit longer."
"Sure."
I stopped there. Her condition would force her hand. As long as the Taoist didn't barge in or Cheonhwa woke.
That was out of my control.
Fact he's not here yet means something's up or there's a reason. No interruptions likely.
Time was on my side. I'd wait patiently.
Jin Samwol hadn't returned. Living with her, this was a first. The Black Rock Taoist checked her heavenly qi again.
Still unreadable.
Her qi had vanished. Something big had happened, good or bad. But he didn't search. Couldn't act rashly. First time for this.
Reading heavenly qi and twisting fate's axis invites disaster. I could turn her life gate to death gate. Now I can't even read her qi. What to do...
Taoists who leak heavenly qi always suffer because it warps fate. That's why they speak vaguely.
The Taoist fretted: worry for her versus his meddling backfiring.
Is this the limit of reading the heavens? Pathetic. Can't even protect my beloved disciple...
Of course, she wasn't dead. Her star still shone—brighter even.
Samwol, stay safe.
Another day passed. Cave life blurred time, but it felt right. Jin Samwol slept three hours. Hunger dulled her responses.
"..."
Her pallid face screamed limits reached. I spoke again.
"You okay?"
"...Honestly, no."
Finally honest. Her vacant eyes met mine.
"You look fine, Jong Gongja."
"Hanging by a thread, but experience helps."
"Something happened to Master. He wouldn't leave me this long otherwise."
"Troubling. But the Taoist will overcome anything."
"I think so too. But... we're the problem."
Her gaze drifted to my cock. I stifled a laugh. It twitched obliviously.
"They say in famines, neighbors swap kids to eat. We're not there yet, but gotta try everything to survive, right?"
"True. Never thought I'd say that."
She nodded earnestly. Proof she'd hit rock bottom.
"...May I?"
Head bowed, she asked. I silently offered my dick.
"...I'm not usually like this."
I got it, but the situation made it hilarious. She gripped it awkwardly—not stroking, just aiming at her mouth.
"I know. Survival first."
Sweet Flesh Water (甘味肉水) 5-star (C-grade)
All bodily fluids turn sweet and delicious. They also contain high nutrition and calories.
Thanks to Sweet Flesh Water, a branch of Yin-Yang Union Technique, my piss was food. She squeezed her eyes shut and opened wide. The sight was pure lewdness. I aimed.
"Here it comes. Mouth open. Don't spill a drop—wasteful."
"...Please don't think of me as cheap."
"Never. Who'd call Jin Sojeo that?"
"Eek... embarrassing."
She parted her lips slowly, looking up. Red lips in slow-mo, burned into my eyes.
Neat white teeth, pink tongue—like ripe fruit, pristine. Wanted to tangle tongues now. Using that pure mouth as my urinal? Massive taboo thrill. Felt like cum instead of piss.
From mouth to asshole, all mine.
Pssshhh!
I controlled the flow. Apple-fresh scent. Today's flavor: apple juice.