Successor: Jongchil 22
What's there to say?
The winner of this contest might as well have been decided from the start. I'm a man who prides himself on not yielding even to Han Kang-woo, my master and the world's strongest in matters of lust. Hell, even Cheonhwa, that millennium-old Imugi, can't hold out against me in bed, can she?
I knocked out courtesan after courtesan. Not a single one of the four was left standing. They each hit 7, 9, 11, and 5 orgasms, respectively.
And these weren't just any orgasms.
Orgasms have grades too. With my mastery of Power of Sex and Yin-Yang Union Art, I don't just bring women to climax—I control the intensity as well.
For ordinary women who know nothing of sex, even one would have them squirting and collapsing in a puddle of bliss. I pumped that level of pleasure into them repeatedly. In fact, the courtesans collapsed ugly, tears and snot streaming down their faces. Naturally, the most fluid came from below.
One fallen courtesan twitched her ass like she was in rigor mortis. Her mind had plunged into the abyss. I used her as a footstool and arrogantly plopped down in the chair.
"Impressive. You didn't even give them a chance to resist."
Pang Jin-gun cleanly admitted defeat.
He wasn't ordinary either. He'd sent over ten women packing. Rather than using his dick, he'd relied heavily on his hands and tongue.
'There's a limit to a normal man's ejaculation volume.'
In contrast, my courtesans dripped pure white semen from their pussies and asses. Not a single hole was left unfilled.
Those ass towers pregnant with cum looked like sandwiches slathered in syrup. Not sure if such a sandwich exists, but whatever.
If not for Pregnancy Control, they'd all be knocked up for sure.
Pregnancy Control 4Lv (B-grade)
↳ Controls your reproductive abilities. Can increase pregnancy probability up to 100%. Determines child's gender.
"Seems you and I get along well, Jong Gongja. Let's drop the formalities."
"Sounds good. Seeing you in person today, I've realized those nasty rumors from the fools are just jealousy."
The rumors were true. This guy was irredeemable trash, a sex-crazed maniac. That's why I figured we'd get along fine—as long as he didn't touch my women.
'If he ever gets cocky and crawls over, I'll erase him.'
A good drinking buddy is essential for life's fun. He and I became friends. Namgung Hyeok still wore that prickly expression, but that wasn't my problem.
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After a raucous time at the brothel with Pang Jin-gun, I was heading back to my lodgings. Amid the pedestrians on the street, I spotted a familiar face. Yeon Muk.
Yeon Muk, clad in her martial robes embroidered with plum blossoms in silver thread, stood out anywhere.
It wasn't just the Huashan Sect robes. Even in a crowd, she radiated beauty like a solitary flower. Right now, she monopolized the passersby's gazes.
"Urgh! What a beautiful moonlit night, Sojeo. I'm Gibosak, the senior disciple of Kangmokjang. Care for a drink? It's on me."
A man reeking of booze blocked her path. Alcohol had stolen his senses. Onlookers watched him with dismay.
"That idiot. Doesn't he know who Yeon Sojeo is?"
"How could he not? Among Huashan Sect martial artists in those robes, she's the only beauty like that. He's so drunk he doesn't even know what he's doing."
"Last time at the Yongho Contest registrations, she humiliated some cocky warrior. This fool's next."
"What's Kangmokjang? Never heard of it."
"Me neither. Probably some frog in a well strutting around in the provinces. Plenty like him in the Central Plains."
The crowd pitied the harassing drunk. Yeon Muk looked up. A flicker of annoyance showed in her clear eyes.
"No thanks."
An unexpectedly polite response. I'd figured it'd start with a fist or curse, but she handled it gracefully.
"Haha! Don't be shy, beauty. Nothing beats booze with a hero. Come on, join me..."
"Hey, you worthless fuck. Get lost."
Yeon Muk's my woman. I've marked her pussy, ass, and lips thoroughly. She's not for some bum to hit on.
"Jong Gongja."
Yeon Muk spotted me. Gazes shifted from her and Gibosak to me. I'm a famous figure in the jianghu now.
"Look, it's Jongchil Gongja. Made it to the round of 32 in the Yongho Contest."
"Check out that high-master aura. Totally different class from that Gibosak punk."
"Wait, what's this? Are Jong Gongja and Yeon Muk Sojeo a thing?"
"Makes sense. Birds of a feather."
"Still, Yeon Muk Sojeo deserves better. That Jongchil guy's as bland as watered-down soup."
"Watch him fight, and you won't say that. Doesn't even seem human."
Jealous mutters and admiring ones reached my ears. Either way, it felt good.
Fame's addictive. One reason I chase renown. Not the only one, though.
"Who the hell are you?"
Gibosak spat sharply from his slouched stance. Still clueless. Might kill his sober self come morning.
"Is that how you talk to a jianghu hero? Need some manners beaten into you."
No need for words—I swung. He'd given me the excuse anyway.
Thwack!
"Gahk!"
Solar plexus body blow. Drunk as he was, he flew back without resistance, collapsing.
Clutching his chest, he retched, tears and snot pouring. Yeon Muk's eyes widened at the sudden strike.
"Jong Gongja. Even so, striking without warning... I'm grateful you got angry for me, but people might talk."
"For Yeon Sojeo, I'd become a public enemy of the martial world."
I laid on the cheesy line thick with butter.
Yeon Muk shut her mouth, looking baffled. No joy there—probably backfired.
'Worked on my girls... Guess it only lands on the hopelessly smitten.'
Yeah, the line's pretty corny.
"Huff! Huff! You crazy bastard! Do you know who I am!?"
Sobering up from the pain, Gibosak glared bloodshot, spitting his go-to thug line. Wrong situation for that.
"And do you know who I and this lady are?"
"How would a jianghu dropout like you... Wait! N-no way, Jongchil Gongja and Yeon Muk Sojeo!?"
Finally dawned on him. Pain must've cleared the booze.
His rage twisted to shock in seconds. His bellow shrank like a ghost-spooked heart.
"Y-you're really Jong Gongja and Yeon Sojeo?"
"Think we'd be fakes?"
Crack!
One more to his head to jog his memory. Fuming, he teared up and yelled.
"E-even if it's you two, beating an innocent man like this? That's vile, immoral—something only evil sects do!"
"What!? Evil sect!? You calling Huashan Sect evil?"
"N-no, not like that..."
I snarled like a wolf, scaring the soul out of him. Yeon Muk shook her head and kept walking.
"Don't mind him, Jong Gongja. Narrow-minded small-timer, just like he looks. Shame he's orthodox. Wasting energy on trash like him is like chasing sparrows in an autumn barley field."
Yeon Muk didn't hold back either.
Humiliated like a third-rate comic villain, he yelled "You'll see!" and fled. Predictable punk.
Yeon Muk and I walked side by side. Voices speculated meaningfully about us.
I didn't mind. No one hates being linked to a beauty. Extreme Sword Heaven World isn't as scandal-sensitive as real-world celebs.
Getting tied to a beauty proves you're a hero. Though I'm no hero—just a lust demon.
We chatted amiably through the night market. No awkwardness. I'd massaged her face a lot, talked plenty.
'Seen her pussy more than her face, though.'
I'm her masseur, free to touch her deepest secrets. Fucked her as the Twin Black Lust Demon too. Suddenly, craved Yeon Muk's pussy.
'Thought the courtesans sated my lust, but her scent gets me hard again.'
Her faint plum blossom fragrance outdid nature's—deeper, sweeter, lingering. Eyes closed, she was still captivating.
Could Jongchil fuck Yeon Muk?
High chance. Massaged her insides countless times. Low resistance to me. Crucially, she knows sex.
'Pumped so much lust into her as the Twin Black Lust Demon... Huh? What's this presence?'
Nape prickled. Sharper senses from leveled skills. Scanned with Darkness Radar.
'That Gibosak punk from earlier. Brought decent goons. What a moron—thinks that'll work?'
Sane, he'd know it's suicide. Rage short-circuited his brain.
'Hold up. Just got a great idea.'
Want Yeon Muk's pussy bad. But after the courtesans, vanilla won't cut it.
Recalled fucking her as the demon. Her face and screams losing virginity to that fiendish gaze—pure ecstasy.
'Time to revert to lust demon mode.'
"Yeon Sojeo, I should head back. Got a match tomorrow."
"Your opponent's Namgung Ho Gongja, right? Hope you get the result you want."
"Thanks."
We parted with bows. I headed toward Gibosak and his thugs.