Ruffian: Jongchil 2
As the saying goes, rumors without legs travel a thousand li. News of the Dragon-Tiger Contest prize being the Thunder Spirit Pill spread across all of Anhui in no time. And the rumor that the Namgung family was grinding their teeth over it spread just as fast. Well, that much was obvious even without the gossip.
"Young Master Hyeok is currently receiving intensive private lessons from the elders."
Wisa Hu, the chief steward of the Lily Escort Agency, pulled her mouth off my cock for a moment to say that. Namgung Hyeok—direct lineage of the Namgung family, second son of the current family head Namgung Mosan—had a thing for Wisa Hu.
I wonder what face he'd make if he knew that while he's busting his ass training, the girl he pines for is sucking my real dick?
"Slurp! Slurp! Lick! Lick! Schlorp!"
"Mmm. Nice."
Right now, Wisa Hu was back to her original state. She had two personalities inside her: the cool city woman Wisa Hu, and the slave Wisa Hu who obeyed me 100%.
"Ahh. Cock's good now—next, my asshole."
When I said that, Wisa Hu glared at me with a grumpy scowl.
That expression was pure gold. The thrill of smashing that pissed-off face with my ass was no joke.
"I-I'm not a chair."
"The sun's setting..."
"F-Fine! I get it. Sit."
"You like maps too."
I could switch her personalities with a simple trigger phrase. I'd almost turned her into 100% dere-dere Wisa Hu, but she talked me out of it.
Even while putting up that front, it seemed like Wisa Hu secretly enjoyed the personality-swap play. Next time, I'd ignore her and just do it.
"Then, I'm sitting."
Wisa Hu knelt and tilted her head back toward the ceiling. I aligned my ass crack and planted it right on her face.
Like a defense tower from some game, she flicked her tongue up and tickled around my asshole with feather-light licks. Felt fucking great.
"Haa~ This is the stuff."
Forcing a girl who hates it to rim you—irreplaceable bliss. Well, the current Wisa Hu didn't seem to hate it much.
Just from her masterful tongue work on my hole, you could tell her outward bitchiness was fake. I'd call her Hypocrite Hu from now on.
"Schlorp~! Lick~! Lick! Sluuurp!"
Wisa Hu slurping my ass with those delicious sounds was photoworthy.
"Chief Steward~! Young Master Hyeok is here."
At that moment, Cheong-a's voice rang out—a servant from the Silver Forest Clan. Namgung Hyeok had come looking for Wisa Hu.
He wasn't sure exactly when it started, but at some point, Namgung Hyeok realized he'd grown distant from Wisa Hu. She hadn't said it outright, but the weird vibe between them was nothing like before.
Namgung Hyeok, no expert in women, couldn't find a sharp fix for the stifling air. He regretted his sword-obsessed, straightforward life.
"Young Master Hyeok. Have you been waiting long?"
Wisa Hu appeared at the octagonal pavilion he'd been waiting at, cheeks flushed red. About two ke (30 minutes). She rarely kept him waiting this long.
But it wasn't weird. As chief steward of the Lily Escort Agency, she had to be busy.
"Not too long."
"What brings you here? Something more to investigate about the Twin Black Fiends?"
In the end, the Twin Black Fiends hadn't been caught. Suspects Jongchil and Bang Geuk-cheon were released for lack of evidence. With their activity dying down, Jansan County had already forgotten the name.
The martial world saw countless villains come and go. Even ruthless gangs thought destined for the history books faded with time. To most warriors, the Twin Black Fiends were as fleeting as a spring breeze.
But Namgung Hyeok had kept tracking them personally afterward—to no avail.
"Nah. I've decided to drop that. Too busy."
"Fair enough. Things are chaotic with the Dragon-Tiger Contest these days. The Namgung family must have a lot on its plate. Haven't many guests of honor left?"
"Some guests bailed. But no breathing room. Heard the rumors?"
"Rumors...? You mean the Thunder Spirit Pill?"
Namgung Hyeok nodded at Wisa Hu's words.
"Thunder Spirit Pill. The family's in an uproar over it."
"Word's all over Jansan city. You're getting intensive training from the elders, right?"
"I'm just a bystander. My brother's gone into full seclusion."
It showed how badly the Namgung family wanted that pill.
"I see. Is that why you came to see me today?"
Her words left Namgung Hyeok oddly miffed. Straight to business already. Normally he'd welcome the brevity, but today he strangely wanted to talk more.
"Do we need a reason to meet?"
Namgung Hyeok startled himself saying it. It didn't sound like him at all. Wisa Hu looked shocked too.
"Eek~♥"
She let out a sticky moan. Namgung Hyeok's eyes went wide like a rabbit's. Wisa Hu shook her head, making excuses.
"I-I didn't expect you to say something like that, Young Master Hyeok. I was just so surprised..."
"S-Slip of the tongue. Forget it."
He shook his flushed face. His heart was suddenly pounding like crazy.
Deep abdominal breathing usually calmed him, but not today in front of her. His heart thundered uncontrollably, and now his ears were ringing with phantom buzzes.
"Eek~♥"
Wisa Hu moaned lewdly again. She shook her flushed face vigorously and spoke.
"Ahem~! A-anyway, what business do you have with me, Young Master Hyeok?"
"Ahem! It's about the Dragon-Tiger Contest. It's where late-stage juniors under thirty compete. You qualify easily, Chief Steward. Thinking of entering?"
The contest was just an excuse. He really just wanted to see her face. If she accepted, perfect—maybe even travel together to Henan.
"Sadly, escort agency work keeps me swamped. I'm more chief steward than warrior these days."
"Shining in the Dragon-Tiger Contest would help the agency. Could be your chance to make a name beyond Anhui."
"No confidence I'd stand out among all those stellar juniors. I'll stick to my duties."
Wisa Hu stood.
"Sorry, but agency business calls. Feel free to look around at your leisure, Young Master."
"Ah... Got it."
Wisa Hu left him behind. Namgung Hyeok watched her back with wistful eyes.
"Nngh~! That was close! What if Young Master Hyeok noticed!?"
Wisa Hu said, hiking up her robe. Her bare lower half had a small rotor stuffed in her pussy—a remote-controlled one. Something I'd always wanted to try.
"You tensed up extra in front of Namgung Hyeok. Heh! Did you see his face? Like a fox staring at grapes."
Her pussy was soaked. I'd pumped two loads of cum in before she met him. I'd ordered her not to let a drop spill while plugging the rotor, and she'd obeyed. I stroked her forehead like petting a dog.
"That Namgung Hyeok wants you to join the Dragon-Tiger Contest. What do you think? Interested?"
"Hmph! Too busy with agency work to waste time trekking to Henan. I'd probably flame out before quarters anyway."
"Don't sell yourself short."
"Knowing your place is basic survival in the martial world. The Dragon-Tiger Contest draws every late-stage junior from the Central Plains. Even Young Master Hyeok can't guarantee quarters."
"True. This world's full of hidden masters like grains of sand."
That's why the Namgung family was pulling out all stops. No matter how elite their direct lineage, they could still lose to some no-name upstart. That's the martial world's way.
"You planning to enter?"
"Obviously. Gotta reclaim the Thunder Spirit Pill I put up. No way I'm handing it to anyone else."
"Every rival will gun for it too. It's that kind of elixir. To get it back, you'll have to win the whole thing."
"I've got this."
No bluff. I could guess most of the entrants. Even if it was a bit before the original timeline, tons of characters had backstories of competing in past Dragon-Tiger Contests, so I'd mapped all the top threats.
Namgung Ho, current Namgung direct lineage, takes 6th. And 1st place is...
Know your enemy, win every battle. My odds of losing? Basically zero.