Yeonmuk's Anal Cravings and the Namgung Blood Pill
Jongchil toyed recklessly with Yeonmuk's hypersensitive anus, now attuned to the point of agony. He scraped deep inside with vigorous thrusts, then swirled his fingers around the rim.
'The inside's all hollowed out. Proof she's hooked on anal masturbation.'
As expected, Yeonmuk was utterly lost in anal play—thanks to Jongchil's handiwork.
"Fingers alone have their limits. Time for something bigger."
"Ugh...! B-bigger, you say...?"
"This'll do nicely."
Jongchil pulled out a dildo molded after his own cock and teased it against her anus. As the blunt head nudged her hole, a thin whimper escaped Yeonmuk's lips.
"Hiiik...! W-what's this?"
"A masturbation tool. Looks like we need to soothe that ass properly."
Jongchil deliberately didn't shove the dildo in all the way—that would be no fun. He eased in only about half the glans, just enough to torment.
For Yeonmuk, enduring it was pure madness. It felt like one more inch would scratch that maddening itch inside, but Jongchil toyed with her, denying full relief.
"Deeper...! Thrust it deeper, please!"
In the end, Yeonmuk begged for it herself. Jongchil twisted the dildo clockwise at her entrance, slowly working it inward.
"Hiiiik~♥ Hweeeeng~!"
Her reaction was perfect. Tears and snot streaming, Yeonmuk surrendered to the dildo's assault.
Jongchil pounded her ass until she was on the verge of collapse. Clear pussy juices squirted from her slit.
"You've soiled the sheets again."
Jongchil smacked her ass cheek hard. Yeonmuk clenched her hole in delight, letting out a thick moan.
"Hiiiik~! Yes~!"
In Jongchil's hands, she writhed for a full half shichen.
Jongchil's massages were something else. And when it came to probing asses? Unparalleled.
'Hiiik~! I'm losing my mind!'
Yeonmuk came to after passing out, about one shichen later. The sun was already setting, so she bolted up. Mo Seyoung had left without a word.
Her flushed face still burned with lingering heat. Striding purposefully, she hurried to Mansu Inn.
"Ah! Young Master Hyeok."
Entering the inn, she spotted Namgung Hyeok strolling the courtyard. Hands tucked in his sleeves, he ambled leisurely. The name slipped from her lips unbidden.
"Miss Yeon. Out for a walk?"
"Yeah. Just stretching my legs a bit."
She couldn't exactly say she'd gotten a massage from Jongchil, so she brushed it off. Luckily, Namgung Hyeok didn't pry. He wasn't the type.
Namgung Hyeok eyed her rosy cheeks, sensing something off. Her aura was palpably different from usual.
That shy sidelong glance, like a painting of a beauty. A pink glow seemed to envelop her. The vibe radiating from Yeonmuk? Pure eroticism.
'Was Miss Yeon always this stunning?'
He shook his head sharply. He had only Wisa Hu. Letting his gaze wander, even briefly? A twinge of guilt hit him.
"Well, I'll head in."
Yeonmuk bowed and slipped inside. Namgung Hyeok turned away, resuming his stroll.
Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!
True steel clashed, sparks flying hot. The grating screech echoed across the courtyard, tension thick in the air.
Shiiik!
Two swordsmen dueled fiercely. One a tall, handsome man; the other, a woman of striking beauty.
His blade was faster, hers more fluid. Each clash filled the air with violet energy, carrying the crisp scent of plum blossoms.
The flashy Plum Blossom Swordsmanship danced wildly—some feints, some lethal strikes.
Graceful blades branched out, mingling feint and fury amid fragrant fields, astonishing the onlookers.
"So that's Huashan's rising star? Can't drop our guard."
U Bija, Zhongnan's sole Dragon-Tiger rep and bearer of the moniker Hundred Hands, One Mark, said it arms crossed.
"Huashan sent two this time. Now I see their confidence."
Gongdong's junior Man Sahu replied, and Open Fist's third disciple Song Mu twirled his staff, adding,
"The Nine Great Sects can't blame draw luck. If a disciple flames out before finals, it's a disgrace—so usually, they send just their best one. But Huashan? Different breed."
The duelers were Huashan's Song Ugang and Yeonmuk. Everyone knew Song Ugang outclassed her, but she was no pushover.
Few here could claim certain victory over Yeonmuk—including Song Ugang.
Song Mu glanced across. There clustered the Five Great Families' juniors.
Nine Great Sects and Five Great Families.
Truth be told, they weren't always chummy. Both dominated Murim Alliance key posts, clashing over trifles. History showed more rivalry than alliance between them.
Not blood enemies, but when juniors gathered, factions formed naturally—arms bend inward, after all.
Song Mu's gaze locked on Namgung Hyeok. Top threat in this Dragon-Tiger Contest. A master who could surely best Huashan's Yeonmuk, and more desperate than anyone.
'With the Brain Spirit Pill as prize.'
His hunger set him apart. His clan must be pouring everything into it.
'Where's Namgung Ho, though? Heard he was entering too.'
No sign of Namgung Hyeok's brother among the Five Families. Not worth fretting yet.
Chaeng!
Blades rang once more. Song Mu turned to see Song Ugang and Yeonmuk facing off, swords poised. Astonishingly, a draw.
"Junior Sister. You've refocused. Well done."
"Good spar."
Yeonmuk bowed, sheathing her blade.
"Need to loosen up some more."
With that, she headed out of the inn.
Namgung Clan's senior elder Namgung Jigon swallowed hard, handing a small wooden box to the man before him. A towering seven-chi figure with a tiger-like aura—Namgung Clan's eldest son, Namgung Ho.
"Ho-ya. Your father and I respected your choice. Even when you declared you'd not succeed the clan with your brother, we accepted it."
"I know."
Namgung Ho nodded, his voice gravelly as a beast's.
"So, for us, you must see this through. Remember: our goal is the Brain Spirit Pill. Win the Dragon-Tiger Contest at all costs."
"I know that too."
He took the box, opening it.
Inside lay a small pill. Brain Spirit Pill size, but not it. Unlike the clear blue glow of the prize, this one pulsed dull crimson.
"What's this?"
"Death Blood Pill. Grants half a jia of internal energy instantly."
"Death Blood Pill... Ominous name."
Half a jia's boost was massive. But the name screamed it wasn't just some elixir.
"Boost is temporary. After one gak, qi and blood twist—backlash. Timely treatment prevents meridian rupture. Just bedrest for days."
"This from the Demonic Cult?"
"Yes."
Namgung Jigon didn't deny it.
A pillar of the Orthodox sects handling Demonic pills? Scandalous if known. That's how desperate Namgung Clan was for the Brain Spirit Pill.
"We must get it. No matter what. Understood?"
"Yes."
Namgung Ho pocketed the box. He'd rather not use it, but cornered? No choice. Dragon-Tiger wasn't child's play.
Yeonmuk headed straight for Jongchil's inn. To ease sparring fatigue, he needed to probe her ass.
"Hnggg~♥"
But a guest was there first: Mo Seyoung.
"Back again."
Jongchil massaged without looking up. Yeonmuk sat casually.
"After Mo Gongja, do me."
"As you wish."
Jongchil grinned slyly. Things were going his way.