Heir: Jongchil 6
As I returned to the inn, a stunning beauty with iridescent hair shimmering like jewels greeted me with a seductive smile. She had a voluptuous figure and the laid-back allure of an older sister type. It was Cheonhwa, the imugi.
"You're back?"
"You've turned human again. I can smell your heat from here, Lady Cheonhwa."
I wasn't joking. Her crotch was soaked. Dew glistened on her soft, multicolored pubic hair. For the record, Cheonhwa was only wearing a nipple cover. She was broadcasting her heat with her entire body.
"Correct. There's something you need to do for me."
"I think I know what it is."
"It's not for me. It's because of that thing you asked for last time."
"Something I asked for?"
What had I asked Cheonhwa for?
It had been so long since I'd visited the Extreme Sword Heavenly Immortal world that I couldn't remember. Traveling other worldlines always came with these little issues. Minor ones, sure.
"The Yeouibo-ju. Didn't you ask me to recharge it after you used up all its power?"
"Ah! Right, I did."
◈ A bead infused with ominous power. It holds the strength to alter fate. Using the power within resets all skill cooldowns, temporarily raises skill grades by one level, removes all status ailments from the user, and grants attack immunity for 1 minute. After use, it enters cooldown until recharged.
※ A bead containing the obsession of one who seeks to become a dragon.
One of the few SSS-grade items in my possession. With effects like skill cooldown reset, status ailment removal, full immunity, and skill grade boosts, it's ridiculously overpowered. The Yeouibo-ju is my ultimate trump card.
But as powerful as it is, the drawback is huge. Once used, it goes on cooldown until recharged. Cheonhwa's power can apparently shorten that cooldown.
"To harmoniously infuse it with yin energy, nothing beats man-woman intercourse. A light twenty rounds should drastically cut the recharge time."
The condition was a breeze. Piece of cake for me. But for Cheonhwa, it might be tricky.
"Twenty times? Can you even handle half of that, Lady Cheonhwa?"
No matter that she's an imugi, sex is my home turf. I won't lose to her there. It's my last shred of pride as a man.
"Heh heh~! You sometimes forget you're just human. I'm an imugi! I've watched the sun rise and moon set for over a thousand years! Think I'd lose in bed to a puny human like you?"
"You always talk a big game."
And the results are always the same. I could clearly picture Cheonhwa rolling her eyes back, stroking her bloated belly in a dead frog pose. I've got a hundred pics of her like that on my smartphone.
"I miss your pussy, Lady Cheonhwa. Not for the Yeouibo-ju—for me, I'll fuck you."
"Hehe. Sweet talker."
Cheonhwa embraced me with her sultry, mature body. The loosely draped nipple cover slipped to the floor. She kicked it away with her toes.
Non-humans like her find human underwear uncomfortable. She rarely wears panties or covers. Without Jin Sa-wol's nagging, she'd probably go fully nude.
"It's swollen like you got bit by a viper. Hmmm~! Smells like another woman's scent. Not Yu-ha or Sa-wol."
Do snakes have a good nose?
Cheonhwa instantly sniffed out that I'd fucked a courtesan at the brothel last night. I'd washed my dick thoroughly, but fooling her senses was impossible.
She wasn't pissed about it, though. She's not the jealous type. Living over a millennium as a spirit beast gave her a broad-minded attitude.
'Most of my women are like that. Thanks to my Harem Mind skill.'
Among them, the most jealous might be Dan Yu-ha, the leader of the unorthodox sects. Even she doesn't complain about me fucking others.
'Instead, during orgies, she blatantly demands I creampie her in front of the others.'
Her way of declaring ownership.
Cheonhwa flicked her tongue. Her seemingly normal tongue stretched long and serpentine. Her snake fellatio was unparalleled bliss no other woman could match.
The extended tongue coiled around my shaft like a snake. It was incredibly warm. Her slick saliva melted over the veiny pillar, heating it up.
Even gripping my cock, her tongue wriggled and teased nonstop. Felt like a high-end ultra-low-frequency onahole.
'Does that even exist? If not, should I invent one?'
A silly thought crossed my mind. But it didn't last. Pleasure invaded my brain.
"Ngh!"
Casual after so long without her snake blowjob. Semen surged out unexpectedly. I'd cum five times in the courtesan's ass and pussy last night, yet Cheonhwa milked a massive load from me.
"Slurrrp! Chup! Chup~!"
Sucking every drop with hollowed cheeks, she looked far lewder than the whore from last night. Who'd guess this was a spirit beast?
'Her face getting ruined by that vacuum fellatio—when a noble beauty like Cheonhwa does it, the pleasure doubles.'
Cheonhwa buried her face between my legs. Her throat opened wide.
Deepthroat was child's play for her. Her arms clamped my ass firmly. Felt like a succubus draining my essence.
'Tch! No way I'll lose in sex, not even to Cheonhwa.'
I wouldn't cum easily this time.
I grabbed her head. Her hair was silk-smooth. A normal person might feel awed just touching it. Not me.
Cheonhwa's my woman. Why feel awe using my own girl as I please?
I'd treat her noble face like an onahole. And she wanted it that way.
Gripping her head tight, I thrust my hips vigorously. Cumming faster than letting her lead, but she'd get off on it too. I wouldn't let her control the pace.
"Mmph! Mmph! Mmph! Mmph!"
Quick reaction. Cheonhwa moaned around my cock, biting lightly. Not from choking—from arousal.
I pulled out. Second load imminent. This time, her pussy.
Cheonhwa read my intent. She turned, presenting her thick ass. Her clenched labia peeked out. No defenses—twitching, awaiting entry.
Squelch!
My cock pierced her tight slide in one go. Slick as oiled walls. Her arousal fluids acted as lube.
Squelch! Squelch! Squelch!
Easy entry didn't mean loose. Her pussy molded to my shape instantly, squeezing the shaft. Tremendous pressure, like a hand wringing me out.
'Like an anaconda constricting.'
Any other dick would've snapped.
Of course, that'd never happen. Another cock in Cheonhwa's pussy?
She'd rip it off alive. Then I'd rip him apart dead.
'Cheonhwa's my woman, stamped with my cock seal. No one else touches her.'
I stamped her pussy again. My thick semen—my finest mark.
A month into the Yongho Contest. Skirmishes among vigorous martial artists abounded, but the event proceeded smoothly. The tournament's outline was emerging.
"Sixty-four late-stage disciples remain."
"No upsets is disappointing, but it proves the orthodox sects' disciples are solidly skilled. Haha! Those unorthodox scum must be pissing themselves."
"Didn't those cowards pull some shady stunt at our opening ceremony? Once Yongho Contest ends, we gotta crush 'em good."
"I heard rumors it was true..."
"Hey! Does the Shaolin head look like some demonic fiend? You a spy or what?!"
I'd naturally survived. Among survivors, fewer than ten shared my obscure background. The rest were top disciples from famous sects.
"You got lucky, huh?"
"Haha, luck? Nah, skill. I saw Jong gongzi fight once—his fundamentals were impressive."
Yeon Muk and Mo Se-young bantered.
Today, I'd given them both massages. They had matches. Pre-fight pussy rubs were now their routine.
"All done."
"Hnnngh~♥"
"Heeeeng~♬"
I pinched their clits lightly to finish. Both squirted piss simultaneously. They no longer minded doing it in front of me. Their spectacular fountain show delighted my eyes.
'Yeon Muk's already mine, but Mo Se-young's ripening nicely too.'