Raising Pigs
The guards of the White Tiger Sect's leader didn't just protect the leader's household.
Beyond managing internal affairs of the sect, since all members were women, they also tended to the leader Baeksoyoung at the closest possible distance.
"...We'll be entering."
That was why the aftermath of the recovery bath—the place where moans had echoed through the night—fell to their care.
"—Yes, come in."
A man's voice drifted from the section that had once been the Golden Region. Just the raw, coarse timbre of a male voice was enough to make several guards flinch.
"Kkiiiiieek!"
When they opened the door and stepped inside, thick steam billowed out with a scalding rush.
The steam was hotter and stickier than could be explained by the bath's temperature alone.
"...!"
The sight that unfolded before them was nothing short of shocking.
"Haah... Haaah..."
First was Vice Leader Baek Seolhwi, unconscious, her lower body spraying thick white fluid without end.
"Mm... hn..."
Beside her, Harin was dribbling milk from her breasts while trembling and twitching her limbs.
And then—
"—Pang! Paaaaaang!!"
Baeksoyoung, the sect leader, her eyes rolling back, her waist bent like a bow, crying out like a beast, with a man behind her thrusting relentlessly.
Other women of various kinds lay scattered across the floor in a state of utter disarray.
"Wh—What the...?"
"Did you hear that? The sect leader called that man 'Master'..."
The guards couldn't believe their own eyes and ears.
This was Baeksoyoung, the sect leader who had commanded the White Tiger Sect with an aura like a blade of frost. She who had always been dignified and elegant—now she was howling like an animal at a man's crude rutting.
"Master...! Ughhh, M-Master...!! Nnngggh!!"
"That's right, Soyoung."
"—Pang! Pang! Paaaaang!"
Under the man's graceless, relentless pounding, Baeksoyoung's buttocks rippled like waves.
Her lower body was already a ruined mess of sweat, saliva, and sticky fluids.
"Uuunghhh...!!"
The guards swallowed their breath. They had never seen the sect leader make such an expression before.
It looked like pain, yet beneath it burned a pleasure so intense it seemed to melt her from the inside.
It was the face of a perfect bitch.
"Aaahh!! Inside...! Please, fill Soyoung's hole...!! I beg you...!!"
The words that came from the sect leader's mouth were beyond belief. The guards stood frozen, unable to respond to the sight before them.
"—Brrrlll!"
"Kyaahhh!!"
When the man's hips plunged deep, Baeksoyoung let out a shriek and her body convulsed violently.
"—Thud! Thud!"
From the junction of their joined bodies, an enormous volume of thick white fluid flowed down her thighs.
What it was, even virgins ignorant of such things could know instinctively.
"Ugh... the smell..."
A dense midnight flower scent mixed with the bath's steam, stinging the guards' noses.
Just breathing it in made their lower bellies ache and their thighs tingle—this was a dense, potent masculine energy.
"Ha... ha..."
The man finished and slowly rose.
"—Shlurp!"
"Uuugh...!"
As his member slipped out, Baeksoyoung collapsed limply, trembling with convulsions. From her gaping hole, white fluid continued to spill out without stopping.
"..."
The man turned his head and looked at the guards standing in the doorway.
He showed no shame at all, his lower body fully exposed.
Rather, under the bold and overwhelming gaze of his eyes, the armed guards stepped back.
He gestured with his chin toward the women sprawled on the floor.
"You came in, so do your job."
"Y-Yes?"
"As you can see, they've all fainted. They'll be heading back to the human world today, so it'd be good if you cleaned them up."
His tone was as natural as commanding his own maidservants. But none of the guards could bring themselves to object.
The sect leader Baeksoyoung herself called him 'Master' and submitted to him.
Crushed under that overwhelming masculine aura, the guards nodded like entranced.
"A... Alright."
The guards filed in and began tending to the unconscious women.
Every step stuck with the squelching sensation of semen. Holes gaping obscenely, dripping and raw.
"—It's... hard..."
"Hik!!"
And there in the center, his member jutting out, stood the monster who had caused all of this.
This was the scene of raising pigs.
"—Sshlurk! Shlurrl..."
One guard, trembling, was wiping the unconscious Vice Leader Seolhwi's body when she swallowed a mouthful of spit.
Baek Seolhwi's womb lips were swollen like early pregnancy, and inside them the man's semen was packed to the brim.
'...To do something like this... with the stamina of just one man?'
Alongside their terror, an inexplicable sense of admiration rose in the guards' hearts.
They all faced each other with clear heads when the sun was high overhead.
"Uuugh...! What did I say..."
"Kkkuk kuk... Fill Soyoung's hole for me~!"
"KYAAAAH!!"
Baeksoyoung shrieked in a distorted voice, clamping her hands over her ears and burrowing into the blankets.
The tips of her ears poking out from under the pillow were completely dyed crimson.
"S-Stop it! Forget it!!"
"Your reaction is so juicy, how could I forget? You always acted all high and mighty, but the moment your hole gets stuffed, you absolutely loved it."
"Stop it! Just stop!!"
The lump of blankets trembled with shame.
She wasn't yet used to such lewdness, so teasing her was still fun.
"Master... no, Hwahyeon. Are you planning to head back now?"
"Mm. We got everything we could from here, right? The rift is handled somehow, I found a new sword, and all that."
There was still more to investigate regarding the rift, but there was no change in the fact that we'd achieved our original objective.
"Am I not even on your mind? The saying about catching all the fish isn't just for nothing, huh."
"Tch, Soyoung, you too. Hwahyeon gave you his full attention and held you, so why are you making excuses?"
Harin stepped in immediately to scold Soyoung, who was pouting.
"Baeksoyoung, you enjoyed everything you wanted to enjoy. Don't you remember asking me to pound you?"
"It... that was... no, more importantly! Why do you call Harin 'Harin-ssi' while you call me by name when we're in the same lineage?"
"Hmm."
It wasn't the kind of thing you could say—"Your way of thinking and your behavior are too childish."
"Get lost! Are you really questioning Master, who's like the heavens?"
"...You're cruel. If I bring that up, there's nothing left to say, isn't there."
When she produced the cat-o'-nine-tails, Soyoung finally lowered her tail.
When the car fell quiet for a moment, Seolhwi spoke to Soyoung.
"Mother, are you really planning to leave the White Tiger Sect?"
"It won't be empty for long, so it should be fine."
"...What do you want to do in the human world?"
"I thought I'd take a look around the world for the first time in a while, and then..."
She swallowed a mouthful of spit, then whispered quietly to Seolhwi.
"...If I had a younger sibling... what do you think it would be like?"
"Mother!!"
"Hmph! ...No. Pretend you didn't hear that."
There was no way she hadn't heard. Even the other kids who had been sitting apart turned their heads to glare at Soyoung, because the transmission was that clear.
"I am Master's first. It is only natural that I dream of the honor of carrying Master's child, but please observe the proper order."
Cheonghwa drove her point home firmly on the battlefield.
To be honest, I didn't mind much about who was first and who was last... but I had no intention of getting involved in them sorting out their own hierarchy.
"Cheonghwa-ssi? Who said first?"
Of course, it wasn't going to be the other women watching quietly. Ilena immediately scrunched her face and tried to take a confrontational stance.
Leaving me out to fight it out... that's just so much popcorn drama.
Of course, before any physical collision, I planned to intervene. Nobody was getting hurt.
"Hmm... In any case, it would be best if the first position went to Ilena."
Unfortunately, Cheonghwa lowered her tail and the brief cold war fizzled out.
"What's that? What's going on? Yucheonghwa, you always fought to the end on things like this—why are you being like this today?"
"...I just think that woman is more devoted to Master than I am."
"Huh... well... that's strange. It seems there's something I don't know about."
"Figure it out yourself."
Yu-ryeon pressed further, but Cheonghwa only gave that answer.
"Is everyone sober? Then let's head back."
"Yes!!"
They gathered their belongings, picked up the sword that had belonged to my father, and made sure Baeksoyoung was well taken care of.
Now it was time to return to the Academy.
"Hold on."
"What, Soyoung?"
"Ha... so that's what it's like to be called 'children' by someone."
"Enough. Are there still things left to do?"
"Yes. There are things I need to tell the guard's children."
...The guards.
Most of those women had been clinging to me and screaming while losing their minds. They'd seen Baeksoyoung like that.
"...Do I really have to see their faces?"
"If you hadn't tortured me so relentlessly, I would have finished saying what I needed to say long ago. I didn't know satisfying you would take this long."
"..."
She apparently didn't think it was her job to bathe and move me.
"That... never mind. Do as you see fit."
A fun idea suddenly struck me. A gift to leave for the White Tiger Sect's guard women as I was leaving.
"Thank you. I'll keep it brief and get going."
Without knowing I was thinking something sinister inside, Soyoung just smiled, happy that I'd listened.
"Guard Commander?"
"Yes, Sect Leader."
"Have all the guards gather at the main training hall."
"...Understood."
Listening to the Guard Commander's hesitant voice through the radio, I called for Jinyul.
"Jinyul-ah, come here."
"Me?"
To do what I had in mind, Jinyul's help was essential.
"Do this... and do that... you got it, right?"
"...Master is really too much of a person."
"So you don't like it?"
"I love it so much❤️"