Yeonmuk's Swift Descent into Depravity
Just a few days ago, Yeonmuk had known nothing of a man's body. Yet it took less than a week for that fresh, mouthwatering flesh to become a single meal made for her.
Now that I'd reached this point, one thought crossed my mind: corrupting a virgin was surprisingly easy. Nothing hit as hard as the power of sex on a fragile body with no tolerance for pleasure.
"Yeon junior sister. How does it feel?"
I kneaded her ass as I spoke to her, demanding she voice the emotions she was feeling right now. Every step like this was part of her training.
"Hnnngh~♥ My asshole itches but feels so cool and refreshing. It's like... like your finger's scraping deep inside~!"
Yeonmuk spilled her feelings to me without holding back. Of course, she hadn't been like this from the start—it was the result of repeated sessions.
Recently, she'd realized that the more she confessed her true feelings to me, the greater the pleasure surged. The masochistic instincts buried within her were finally starting to awaken.
"I haven't even put a finger in yet."
"Hnnngh~♥ Scrape the inside with your thick finger, please."
She begged me in a sultry, melting voice.
"Did you clean it thoroughly?"
"O-of course!"
She declared it herself, and I knew damn well she had, but just brushing it off with "I see" felt like a missed opportunity.
I spread her cheeks wide and brought my face to her twitching asshole in the center. That pink pucker quivering was beautiful no matter how many times I saw it. More wrinkles than Mose Young's, even.
"Then I'll inspect it. Sniff sniff!"
The scent from her asshole was fucking amazing. She hadn't just given it a casual rinse.
"Smells great. Time to teach you about sex."
"Hnnngh~♬"
As she let out an embarrassed moan, sticky love juices began seeping from the cute mound of her pussy.
This, too, was the fruit of repeated training. A normal woman's reaction would be to scream or kick back like an angry horse. Yeonmuk had done the same at first.
Was there any animal as quick to learn as a human?
Looking at Yeonmuk, no counterexamples came to mind. She'd mastered the pleasure I gave her flawlessly.
"Huuuuh~♥ I can feel your breath...!"
Sniff sniff.
I shoved my nose right into her asshole. It carried that unique, musky scent of a well-washed anus—stuffy but not foul. She'd cleaned it obsessively. A bit disappointing, honestly.
"Definitely clean. How did you wash your asshole?"
"Hnnnnght...!"
Of course, praising her anal hygiene didn't mean the degradation was over. That wasn't what she wanted either.
I grilled her on every detail of her anal care routine. Any other woman might have yelled at me for prying so relentlessly or just clammed up. But Yeonmuk chose submission.
Like Pavlov's dog salivating at the bell, she followed my degradation cues obediently.
Her perfect obedience made me want to collar her like a pet. Mose Young, who still had some fight left, could learn a thing or two.
No. Mose Young's sharp reactions have their own appeal.
"Hnnnght...! The day before yesterday, I went to the apothecary on the main street and bought an enema kit..."
I'd learned recently that apothecaries sold enema tools. Made sense—enemas were medical tools, not just prep for perverts like me.
"Oh ho. So the promising talent of the Huashan Sect, junior sister Yeon, bought an enema kit?"
Medical tools weren't shameful, but an enema kit? Different story. Even if it wasn't for that, word getting out that a major sect's promising disciple suffered from constipation or similar would tarnish her image.
"I-I was disguised, of course!"
Yeonmuk raised her voice defensively. Time for some education.
I slid my right index finger into her asshole. It went in without lube now—just one finger, anyway. She was probably fingering herself often on her own.
"Heeek~♬"
The moment my finger entered, she let out a cute moan.
Who'd believe this pervert was the Huashan Sect's future?
A beauty so stunning flowers would weep, with top-tier martial arts to boot—a perfect daughter. But before me, she was just an anal-obsessed freak.
I hooked my finger like a claw and targeted her weak spot: the upper rim near the entrance.
"Hnnnngh~♥"
Yeonmuk's eyes rolled wildly up and down as she dripped honey-sweet moans. I could probably drop my pants and shove my cock in right now. The current Yeonmuk wouldn't rage at sudden anal—she'd spread willingly.
But not yet.
She gave off a sweet, fully ripened aroma, but she wasn't mature enough for what I wanted. I'd torment her more.
I wouldn't give her my real cock until she realized her only hope was living as my asshole slave. Until then, silicone dildos were all she'd get.
With the Dragon-Tiger Contest looming, an awkward tension hung over Mansu Inn, where disciples from the Nine Great Sects and Five Great Families gathered.
The biggest change was the rift between the Nine Great Sects disciples and the Five Great Families disciples. Just days ago, they'd chatted casually or shared meals. Now they eyed each other warily, like rival factions—which they basically were.
The Nine Great Sects faction centered on Huashan Sect's Song Ugang, while the Five Great Families faction rallied around Northern Peng Family's Peng Jingun. They even hesitated to spar openly as they prepped for the tournament.
Beggars' Sect's Song Mu found the vibe uncomfortable. With his affable nature second to none, he tried to stay friendly with the Five Great Families side amid the stiffness.
"Young master Hyeok. Good morning."
Song Mu greeted Namgung Hyeok, who was practicing sword forms in the courtyard. Namgung Hyeok was always first to train at the inn—and last to bed.
Probably gunning for the Brain Spirit Pill.
He swung his sword without even noticing Song Mu's greeting.
Song Mu didn't chide him. The good-natured guy fully understood. When immersed in training, the world faded away.
Thud thud.
"Young master Hyeok. Practicing hard since morning."
A clear, bell-like woman's voice rang out. It was Huashan Sect's Yeonmuk.
Like Song Mu, she didn't care for factions. Though her senior brother Song Ugang led theirs, her crush on Namgung Hyeok made factions irrelevant.
"Good morning, junior sister Yeon."
Namgung Hyeok stopped his sword and replied. Song Mu tilted his head watching.
What? Did he ignore me on purpose?
No, Namgung Hyeok wasn't petty. He'd ignored Song Mu because he was Yeonmuk-focused.
Proving it, Namgung Hyeok turned to Song Mu next.
"Brother Song was here too. I didn't notice. Sorry."
"No worries. Just arrived."
Song Mu twirled his staff with a broad smile, filing away the intel. Beggars' Sect power came from beggars' info networks—and he was one of them.
Namgung Hyeok likes Yeonmuk? Unexpected. Room intel said he fancied Chief Officer Wisa Hu. Changed his mind?
Hearts swayed like reeds in wind; shifting crushes weren't odd. Especially for Yeonmuk-level beauty.
The famed beauty with high martial prowess already drew marriage proposals from countless families. She suited Namgung Family daughter-in-law better than Wisa Hu of the Lily Flag Nation.
Song Mu eyed Namgung Hyeok's gaze. Yep, fixed on Yeonmuk.
Yeonmuk's eyes wandered elsewhere. Everyone at the inn knew she fancied him.
But now it was reversed. Yeonmuk, once openly smitten, ignored him—while his eyes stuck to her.
Interesting dynamic.
Song Mu cataloged it neatly.
"I'll head for breakfast first."
Yeonmuk strolled leisurely to the dining hall. Namgung Hyeok resumed training. His bold, powerful strikes drew admiration from Song Mu.
Namgung Family eldest son Namgung Ho's said to be tiger-fierce too. Namgung Hyeok matches him. No one knows the Dragon-Tiger outcome, but he'll make at least top eight.
Gazing at the clear sky, Song Mu thought so. Three days till the Dragon-Tiger Contest.
Lately, Yeonmuk kept popping into his head. Namgung Hyeok couldn't grasp his odd emotional shift.
I have Chief Officer Wisa. Shake off these stray thoughts.
Thinking of Wisa Hu turned his subtle feelings for Yeonmuk to guilt. Yet he couldn't erase her completely. Pondering why, he pinned it on her changed aura.
Junior sister Yeon suddenly seems so mature.
More precisely, slutty.
Usual Yeonmuk overflowed with lofty grace as Huashan Sect disciple. Now? She subtly exuded decadent allure, like a bewitching temptress.
Namgung Hyeok wasn't the only one noticing. Rumors said Zhongnan Sect's Wu Biza had made a subtle move.
He swung his sword to banish distractions. No time for romance—he had to win the Dragon-Tiger Contest for his clan.
But training only summoned Yeonmuk's face more. And Wisa Hu's too, vivid as ever. Like heart demons plaguing him.
"Hoo...! Focus!"
He slapped his cheeks to concentrate, but failed. Resigned, he opted for a walk to clear his head.
"Ah! Young master Hyeok. Where to?"
Luckily, Yeonmuk exited the inn too. He exhaled long to calm his pounding heart.
"Hoo... Just a walk to cool off. Where are you headed, junior sister Yeon?"
"Stretching out. Know a good massage spot."
"Massage, huh. With Dragon-Tiger in three days, maybe I should try one too."
He blurted it, eager to walk with her. Truth was, massages didn't interest him.
"Ahh... B-but it's women-only. Young master Hyeok! I have a reservation, so I'll go ahead."
Yeonmuk replied flustered, then hurried past. Namgung Hyeok watched her back, then chased after.