Semen Side Dishes for the Yongbong Preliminaries
Asking me to fill canteens to the brim with semen to serve as side dishes for the Yongbong Tournament preliminaries... it was a truly dizzying demand, but not impossible. Canteens in this era were on the smaller side anyway. With my stamina growing day by day thanks to the Sun and Moon Star Cycle Gong, plus my regeneration ramping up now that the Iron King Heart Protection Art was hitting its stride, I figured I could manage it somehow. I really had to wring myself to the absolute limit, but the results were undeniably effective. Hong Yeonhwa and Paeng Soso's gloomy expressions gradually brightened back to their usual cheerfulness. Hell, these days they even carried this subtle erotic allure.
I'd thrown myself into training without distractions, and my efficiency had improved across the board. The downside was fewer chances to practice dual cultivation techniques, so my inner energy growth had slowed noticeably... but for me, that turned out to be a blessing. My inner energy had ballooned dramatically over the past few months, and now I finally had the opportunity to properly come to grips with it. Sure, reaching the Peak realm had given me some insights into controlling its flow, but when I delved deeper, I still had way too many shortcomings.
The biggest issue was efficiency, hands down. I could manipulate my inner energy with unprecedented precision inside my body now... but the moment it projected outward, my control halved. Some of it scattered straight into the air, and even the bits I managed to hold onto lacked density. When I mentioned this, Hong Yeonhwa burst out laughing and explained that true mastery over externalized inner energy marked the boundary between Peak and Super Peak. Take one more step, and you'd use your projected intent as a medium to extend your body outward, wielding energy externally with the same finesse as internally—that was the Flower Realm. Anyway, there was no quick fix for efficiency right now. But what if I ignored efficiency altogether...?
I was already maxing out the Martial Spirit Divine Art's output, so all that was left was pushing beyond my current limits in inner energy manipulation. I had plenty of total capacity. Facing both Hong Yeonhwa and Paeng Soso at once was exhausting, but it doubled my progress in the Sun and Moon Star Cycle Gong. The problem was I wasn't capitalizing on that advantage properly. Narrow meridians? No way—Hong Yeonhwa had poked and prodded my body plenty, widening and strengthening my pathways.
It was just that I couldn't shake the sensations from back when my inner energy was meager and my meridians were tight. I'd heard somewhere that people raised in cramped homes keep pacing narrow paths even in spacious ones, like they're still in their old tiny place. That was exactly me. I could handle fine control now, but large-scale manipulation was still lacking. I'd focus my training on sparring and maximizing inner energy output.
And so, a fortnight passed.
"Hoo..."
After finishing my breathing exercise in a clear-headed post-nut clarity state, I slowly opened my eyes. Normally, I'd dash to the training grounds right after and start the day with guided sparring against Father-in-Law Paeng Ojin... but not today. It was Yongbong Tournament preliminaries day—no need to waste energy needlessly. I changed into the silk robe he'd picked up somewhere and gifted me as a "found treasure," then stepped out of my room.
I headed first to the room where Hong Yeonhwa and Paeng Soso were staying, only to run into them midway—they'd had the same idea.
"Geudaeyeo. Did you sleep well?"
"Good morning, Jingga."
Hong Yeonhwa came bounding over with a beaming smile, while Paeng Soso glided up gracefully on those long legs of hers. On reflex, I swept the first-arriving Hong Yeonhwa into my arms. She nestled right in, standing on tiptoe to rub her cheek furiously against mine.
"Nngheeng..."
She kept at it for a good while, like she was marking me with her scent, then tilted her head up to whisper hotly in my ear.
"Last night, this lady held geudaeyeo's essence in her mouth without swallowing. Filled with your scent and taste, it felt like geudaeyeo surrounded me completely."
Ever since she took my semen hauls, Hong Yeonhwa had made it a routine to report back in detail on how she'd used it—privately, of course. When I asked why, she said it was to prove she wasn't wasting a single drop. I didn't fully get it, but I let her do her thing.
"From there, I teased my nipples with the tail's fur twice to climax. After swallowing geudaeyeo's essence, I coated the wooden phallus and imagined it was you thrusting into me while I plunged it into my pussy four times. Finally, I inserted the canteen spout and slept with my lower mouth holding every last drop."
Her blow-by-blow accounts of how many orgasms and in what ways were so damn hot I couldn't tell her to stop. I kissed both her cheeks and lips in turn, then straightened up from my bow.
"My turn next. Come here, Jingga..."
Paeng Soso, rubbing her thighs together, pointed to a shadowy nook between buildings. I followed obediently as she led me into a spot deep enough to be hidden from outside view. Even in broad daylight, the dimness there made her cheeks flush.
"Watch closely, Jingga."
She yanked down her pants along with her underwear in one go. A wave of lewd musk hit me. Pants fully off, and there—a wooden phallus buried in her pussy. She'd removed just the tail from a tail dildo. Easier to walk around with it inserted this way, apparently. Makes sense; a full tail would've swished awkwardly.
But Paeng Soso didn't stop at the slutty display. She spread her legs into an O, then slowly withdrew the wooden phallus.
Plop!
"Hngh!"
A vulgar popping sound echoed as a massive load of semen gushed from her pussy. That had to be nearly half a canteen's worth. It pooled white at her feet. She caught her breath, then tensed her lower belly.
"Hup!"
Splurt!
Her abs rippled naturally with each push, accompanied by a hissing leak from her pussy. The sudden squeeze forced out the rest in bubbly spurts. When nothing more came, Paeng Soso looked up expectantly, voice thrilled.
"How was it, Jingga? See good?"
"Yeah. You did great."
"Hehe..."
She grinned wide, licking the semen off the wooden phallus clean. Then she wiped her pussy and the toy spotless with a cloth from her bosom. While Hong Yeonhwa gave verbal reports, Paeng Soso's routine was showing off right in front of me that she'd been holding my load inside. As she dressed and stowed the phallus and cloth, I scuffed the puddle with my foot, covering it in dirt to erase the traces. Only then did we step back out.
Hong Yeonhwa, who'd been keeping watch, flashed a bright smile.
"All done? Then let's go eat!"
There was no way Paeng Soso or I would drop out in the preliminaries, but it was still the Yongbong Tournament's kickoff—they'd prepared a feast to hype us up. No maids around probably because they were all busy in the kitchens. I pressed down on Hong Yeonhwa's bouncing head to subdue her, then stroked it gently.
"Yeah, let's hurry. Father-in-Law's waiting."
After breakfast amid Paeng Ojin's grumbling about how late we were, we headed straight for the Murim Alliance. Even after winnowing participants via lotteries, the vast waiting hall was packed. I'd never paid much attention before, but damn—China... er, the Ming Dynasty now... this place was crawling with people.
We endured the bustle for a bit until a Murim Alliance rep appeared: folks carrying massive flags numbered one through thirty-six. Leading them was a portly middle-aged man with a commanding presence, who bellowed with infused inner energy.
"Greetings! I am Byeok Jin-un, captain of the Azure Dragon Unit!"
The participants, buzzing with irritation from the wait, fell silent in an instant. Then murmurs rippled out anew, but different now.
"The Azure Dragon Captain?"
"Thunder Eagle Byeok Jin-un. Even more impressive in person."
"Obviously. You don't snag a captaincy without real skill."
Seemed like a big shot. I tickled the back of Paeng Soso's hand, who was admiring him beside me. She caught on to my curiosity.
"Oh, he's a master of the Lightning Eagle style. Super-fast like lightning, strikes sharp as an eagle's talons—hence the nickname."
As head of one of the Alliance's four elite martial units, his realm was top-tier too. Super Peak, same as Paeng Cheoljin from before. Might sound like just one step above me, but the higher you go, the vaster each gap becomes. With most here being first-rate and a few Peaks, sending a Super Peak expert made sense—to ensure they listened. Sure enough, the rowdy crowd shut up at Byeok Jin-un's call for quiet.
"From now on, those called will line up by the flags in order."
He explained the preliminaries: divide into thirty-six groups of about ten each, then rotate groups in the grand arena for all-out brawls.
"You don't have to be the last one standing in your group! If this captain deems your skills sufficient, you're in. Just give it your all and show what you've got!"