Ruffian: Jongchil 25
Ever since the day the lust demon had ravaged her, Yeonmuk had been plunged into a profoundly troubling predicament. The ecstasy from that massive cock spearing through her anus simply refused to fade from her memory.
Hnggh! To think that I, the future of the Huashan Sect, would be ensnared by such filthy lust! And not even by Young Master Hyuk, but by a lust demon of all things!
Yeonmuk bit her lip, desperately trying to calm her flushing chest. But the more she fought to forget, the more vividly the colossal waves of pleasure the demon had unleashed upon her tormented her.
The sensation of that thick shaft thrusting in and out of her asshole lingered as fresh as ever. It had gotten so bad that even when she went to relieve herself, a trickle of pussy juice would leak out.
Naturally, she couldn't focus on her training. Without focus, her sparring sessions were a disaster.
"Junior sister!"
Her senior brother Song Ugang's thunderous shout rang out. She'd dropped her sword before even exchanging five moves.
"You've been completely out of it lately. Is something wrong?"
"N-no, nothing!"
"That doesn't look like nothing. Did things go south with Young Master Hyuk or something?"
At Song Ugang's words, Yeonmuk's face turned beet red. It wasn't from her crush on Namgung Hyuk. It was pure shame. The image flashed in her mind of herself losing her anal virginity to the lust demon right in front of Namgung Hyuk.
Misreading her expression, Song Ugang sighed and continued.
"I get that your feelings for Young Master Hyuk run deep, but the Dragon-Tiger Tournament is right around the corner. We can't have anything tarnishing the Huashan name."
"Of course. I'll focus."
"No, you don't seem in the mood today. Let's call it here. Go out and clear your head."
Yeonmuk nodded at her senior brother's advice. She definitely needed a break right now. No matter how hard she tried to distract herself, that demon's cock kept popping into her mind unbidden.
Yeonmuk stormed straight out of the inn. But once outside, she had no idea where to go. She wasn't one for revelry even on normal days, so despite her bold exit, she drew a blank.
What do normal people do for fun in situations like this?
Her life had mostly been training. Not just hers—all the promising later-generation disciples in the sect were the same.
That was part of why the Nine Great Sects' later-generation disciples often turned out to be such assholes. They barely interacted with outsiders. Of course, the prestige of being from a major sect played a big role in forging their shitty personalities too.
Yeonmuk wandered aimlessly. She decided to head somewhere crowded first. Maybe she'd stumble on something fun.
"Hm? That person."
As she trailed after the throng, her eyes caught a familiar face amid the crowd. Someone she knew.
"Sister Mo!"
"Eh? Oh, Yeonmuk."
Even among the masses, the striking beauty with her flashy silver hair stood out. It was Mo Seyoung, a rising star of the Fairy Sect. The sect didn't quite match the Nine Greats in fame, but it was close.
Yeonmuk had met Mo Seyoung before. They got along well enough to hang out a few times. With Huashan in Shaanxi and the Fairy Sect in Hubei, the two sects were geographically close and exchanged visits often.
"Where are you headed?"
Perfect timing. Yeonmuk decided to tag along.
Unlike her own clueless wandering, Mo Seyoung seemed purposeful, striding toward some destination. It couldn't be work, so she must be out enjoying some leisure like Yeonmuk.
"Uh... just, y'know, shaking off some stress."
Yeonmuk's hunch was spot on.
"Mind if I join? I wanna have some fun here too, but I'm not used to it."
"Hmm? Ahem... well, that's kinda..."
"No!?"
Yeonmuk tilted her head, and Mo Seyoung scratched the back of her neck awkwardly before answering.
"I'm... heading for a massage. You're not into that stuff, right?"
"A massage?"
"Yeah. I know a guy who's really good."
The phrasing was a bit odd. Not a good massage parlor, but a person who was good. Mo Seyoung clearly knew her way around entertainment better than she did.
"If even Sister Mo's going, there's no rule saying I can't."
"Hmmm... well, true."
"Huh? Something suspicious here. You heading to meet a lover or what?"
Yeonmuk grinned teasingly, and Mo Seyoung flushed, waving her hands in denial.
"L-lover? Absolutely not! Fine! If you're so suspicious, come along and see!"
The provocation landed perfectly. Yeonmuk grinned and followed.
She led them to a different inn from Mansu Inn. This one was called Yeongwol Inn.
It wasn't quite as grand as Mansu, but the facilities looked solid.
"Huh? They do massages here?"
"Not the inn. A friend. He's staying here."
"Oho. Really not a lover?"
"I said no!"
The two entered together.
The inn was surprisingly quiet. Hardly any guests. There seemed to be more staff than customers— even quieter than Mansu.
Dengping County streets were packed with righteous faction martial artists, leaving inns overflowing and many camping outdoors. Yet this place had vacancies. Had some rich bastard rented out a whole floor?
"It's so quiet."
"Someone must've booked out an entire floor."
"Figures. Wait, is the person you're meeting now that rich guy?"
Mo Seyoung shook her head at Yeonmuk's excited question.
"Nah. A guy who used to work as a servant for our sect."
"A servant?"
Yeonmuk's curiosity spiked even higher.
Mo Seyoung strode to a room at the end of the hall and flung the door open without knocking. It was rude as hell, the kind of thing you'd expect from a wild dog. Even the haughty Yeonmuk thought it was a bit much.
But as she opened her mouth to say something tactful, it snapped shut at the sight inside. Not because the man was famous or drop-dead gorgeous. It was what he was doing.
A naked man was on the bed, stroking his cock.
"Eek!?"
Mo Seyoung slammed the door shut in shock, her face crimson as she yelled.
"What the hell are you doing in broad daylight!?"
"Give some warning! I was in the middle of a grand undertaking!"
The indignant retort came from inside.
"Ugh, just die!"
Yeonmuk was intrigued by Mo Seyoung's response. The Mo Seyoung she knew would've snapped the jerking guy's leg like a twig.
Sure, barging in without knocking was Mo Seyoung's fault, but since when did she care about that?
Does she really like this guy? Also... that guy's dick was huge.
Yeonmuk replayed the image of the man's tool in her head. The snake-like monster twitching vividly burned into her mind. Just brushing against that massive form made her asshole itch.
No, stop it!
She shook her head to banish the thought.
Moments later, the door opened. The man, now properly dressed, poked his head out sheepishly.
"You're here again today. Hm? Who's this?"
"Yeonmuk, a disciple of Huashan. Yeonmuk, this is Jongchil, a former servant of the Fairy Sect."
The "former servant" bit was kinda funny.
Yeonmuk scanned Jongchil up and down. His face rang a bell. It was the guy talking with Namgung Hyuk at the Martial Alliance's Hanam branch recently.
"Ah! You're..."
"Huh? You two already know each other?"
Mo Seyoung blinked between them. Jongchil answered first.
"We met at the Dragon-Tiger Tournament registration desk. The Central Plains really is smaller than it seems."
"Hmm... yeah? Connections like that are a dime a dozen after a couple handshakes."
Mo Seyoung didn't dwell on their acquaintance. Her priority was getting that massage from Jongchil. No time for trivia.
"I'm coming in."
She slipped inside without asking, like it was routine.
Shedding her outer robes casually, she glanced at Yeonmuk, then widened her eyes.
"Yeonmuk! Th-this is just for the massage. Don't get the wrong idea!"
With that, Mo Seyoung slowly stripped off her undergarments. Yeonmuk gaped as the proud woman went full nude in seconds before a stranger. Jongchil politely turned his head away.
"S-Sister Mo! You get massages naked!?"
Yeonmuk's eyes bulged at the smooth bare body on display. The high-and-mighty Mo Seyoung stripping down completely for some guy? Unbelievable. Yeonmuk rubbed her eyes repeatedly in shock.
"Y-yeah! It's all for the massage."
Mo Seyoung lay face-down on the bed. Jongchil approached with small gloves on both hands, placing them gently on her shoulders.
His graceful movements screamed familiarity. They'd shared body heat like this plenty of times.
"Same as usual, then."
"Yeah."
Jongchil began the massage slowly.
The full-body routine from shoulders to legs was Mo Seyoung's favorite. Utterly conditioned to his touch, she let out a warm moan the moment his hands made contact.
"Hnggh~♥"
The sight stunned Yeonmuk again.
Sister Mo can make sounds like that? Wait, is this really just a normal massage?
"Hngg~♬ Hnnngh~♥"
Mo Seyoung's lazy moans made her look less like a massage client and more like a woman mid-fuck. She started off controlling them, but once Jongchil's hands reached her waist, she surrendered to sensation, filling the room with sweet, nasal whimpers.
Th-that's basically anal sex!
Yeonmuk, who'd learned the term from the lust demon, made the connection instantly. True to her elite sect pedigree, she adapted fast.
Jongchil's hands boldly descended to her ass. Yeonmuk half-expected a protest, but none came. If anything, the moans deepened sweetly.
"Hnnngh~♥ Haaaang~♬"
He's kneading her ass like dough! Her asshole and pussy are right there in plain view! It looks just like she's getting railed... Did I look like that when the demon took me?
A warm trickle of pussy juice began seeping from Yeonmuk's crotch. The memory replayed in her head.
Unthinkingly, her hand drifted downward. She lightly teased her own asshole with a finger, soothing her aching desire.
But compared to the demon's colossal cock, her puny finger was laughably inadequate at quenching the fire.