Clit Verdict and Dengping's Gates

Everyone has their reverse scale, that one untouchable spot. That's why when dealing with people, you have to be damn careful not to brush against it.

Touch it, and the price can be as ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠small as a shattered relationship or as big as a fist to the face. If you give a shit about your own safety, don't go shooting your mouth off at just anyone.

Of course, that's the kind of crap you'd find in a morality textbook. But who the hell lives that straight-laced anyway?

Show me someone who's never slipped up with their words in life. Even Jesus Christ probably couldn't count his fuck-ups on one hand.

Hongmi had royally fucked up her mouth. Danyuha's beaming smile wasn't joy—anyone could see that. It was fury wearing a grin.

"Heh heh. You wouldn't happen to be backing out, would you?"

Danyuha said it with a sharp edge of killing intent honed toward Hongmi.

Hongmi realized her mistake, but it was spilled milk—or rather, the Rubicon crossed. With no time travel powers, she had no choice but to face her fate.

"Y-yes, I understand..."

Her voice was a pitiful squeak, evoking a twinge of sympathy. But what could be done? She'd sown the seeds herself.

Danyuha shrugged off her top with a flourish. Even that bold move barely fazed Hongmi. There was plenty she didn't get, but right now, survival came first. Lose the bet, and she'd be the Sapa overlord's sex slave.

Honestly, it wasn't much of a bet. Hongmi got nothing if she won. She'd accepted the lopsided terms because of Danyuha's veiled killing aura. In that sense, Danyuha was pure Sapa.

From her perspective, it was a sure win—no need for loss conditions.

"Heh heh. I'll yield the first move."

Danyuha nodded toward Hongmi, signaling me to eat her out. I strode over to Hongmi.

"Spread 'em."

"Y-yes sir..."

She parted her legs like a drenched field mouse, radiating tragic heroine vibes. Of course, real tragic heroines don't endure pussy-licking ordeals from men.

I spread her labia minora with my fingers. Her clit, peeled bare from my intense sucking earlier, poked out cutely.

"Yep, it's small."

"Nngh...! That small?"

"Not enough to be a problem."

I licked my lips and brought my face to her clit. It trembled faintly, as if sensing its fate, welcoming my mouth. Saliva pooled naturally.

"Slurp!"

The clit stiffened like a hard cock the instant my tongue touched it—adorably so. Hongmi instinctively grabbed my head, just like always.

Every time I ate her out in the formation, she'd clutch my hair and pull me into her crotch. Unlike Danyuha, who spread her legs like a haughty noblewoman and just received.

"Slurrrp! Suck!"

Her reaction was immediate.

"Haaah~!"

Danyuha's face bloomed into a smile at Hongmi writhing in pleasure. The look screamed, How's that? This is my man.

Danyuha was possessive, even telling me once to look only at her. But that mindset was loosening up. No doubt thanks to my skill.

A branch skill from Sex Mastery, Harem Mind made building a harem a breeze. A capable man having multiple women? Natural law.

"Slurp! Slurp! Slurrrp!"

I sucked Hongmi's tiny clit for a full half-hour. By the end, her face was a melted mess. No penetration, but she'd climaxed at least twice. Her sensitivity outstripped most women.

"Heh heh. My turn now."

Danyuha spread her legs wide. Her bush was thick—bald pussies were fine, but sometimes I craved jungle. Danyuha's was top-tier jungle pussy.

"Come on. Worship this lady's pearl. The one you love so much."

I crawled to Danyuha and parted her mound with both hands. Unlike Hongmi's, her clit was hooded.

Hongmi's was circumcised—exposed and ready. Danyuha's was uncircumcised, shy, hiding quick even when peeled. It took serious sucking to coax it out.

"Beginning now."

I buried my face in her pussy slowly. Her rich scent swirled at my nose. My tongue probed through the bush for her clit. Hooded, it required focus. But for a seasoned trainer like me? Easy.

Five seconds later, I located it and started gentle sucking. Slow build to epic finish—the late-bloomer style. Different from Hongmi's high-sensitivity approach. I never repeat the same caress.

"Nngh~! Hnngh~!"

Danyuha's moans leaked out, starting refined like a noblewoman's. But I could twist them into a whorehouse slut's crude howls.

Not today, though. Goal was tasting and judging, not full pleasure. I dialed it back, teasing moderately.

"Hmmm~♬ This leisurely pace isn't bad."

Good reviews ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠outwardly. I'd figured she'd want more aggression.

For fairness, I savored Danyuha's clit for a half-hour too.

"Time for the verdict."

Flanked by recovered Hongmi and ever-relaxed Danyuha, I spoke. Hongmi looked tense; Danyuha smug. I eyed them both.

"This match is a draw."

"Yay~! Really!? Phew... What a relief!"

"......"

Danyuha crossed her arms, demanding explanation. A hint of anger.

"A draw...? Why judge this lady's pearl equal to that girl's? I want reasons."

Less about screwing Hongmi over—more pissed at tying a novice on clit alone.

"Hongmi's pearl was smaller and milder than yours, Yuhwa. But..."

"But?"

Her eyes fixed on my lips. One wrong word, and she'd sulk hard.

"Hongmi's was exposed—no peeling needed for a taste. Yours required prep work inside the hood. That balanced it out."

Personally, I lean circumcised clits. But no plans to hood my girls.

"Hmm... So mine suffered for being hooded."

"Not at all. Yours was imperial cuisine-level delicious."

True fact. Starving for a month? I'd pick her clit over palace food.

"Plus, Hongmi's a rookie overall. Can't match you in pussy or ass."

"Obviously. But tying me on pearl? Can't slack on training now."

She didn't seem too mad. Good.

"Nngh~! What's this~? Something fun?"

Jin Samwol stirred from the bed corner, rubbing sleepy eyes. Hongmi startled at her.

"Someone else was here."

Hongmi eyed the freshly woken Jin Samwol.

"Master~! We've arrived at Dengping County!"

Right on cue, the coachman announced our destination.

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The term Central Plains literally means the center of vast fields. Historically, it can refer to China itself—peak中華 thought right there.

In wuxia, it roughly points to China's heartland, varying by author. Narrowly, it's the Yellow River basin: Henan, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠western Shandong, Hebei, southern Shanxi. Henan is the Central Plains, cradle of Yellow River civilization.

For reference, Extreme Sword Heavenly Immortal isn't based on real Chinese history but a fictional "Xuan Kingdom." Geography and names mirror familiar wuxia, so think ancient China eras.

"This is Dengping County's biggest market."

Our carriage rolled into the massive city, Mount Song looming ahead, ending the long journey. Despite its flash, few heads turned—plenty of equally gaudy rides around. The city's scale was no joke.

"Shaolin high monks in sight."

Armed men lined the streets, no doubt itching for the Dragon-Tiger Rivalry. Standouts: robed warrior monks, surely Shaolin disciples.

Scanned for original-work powerhouses, but the crowd was too thick.

"First, secure lodging."

Jin Samwol chirped brightly. She was loving this trip.

"U-um, I have business..."

Hongmi mumbled. She'd come to Henan for Murim Alliance duties—urgent enough for night travel, so Dragon-Tiger related.

"What kind?"

She hemmed and hawed before answering.

"Well... Delivering a request for Abbot Gwaneum Daesa of Shaolin to give the opening speech for the Dragon-Tiger Rivalry."

"Gwaneum Daesa... He's in secluded training now, right?"

"Yes. Entered three years ago, no contact since. But for ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠the Dragon-Tiger Rivalry's opening, no one's better. That's why the request."