The Green Forest King's Shameful Oral Duty
"Eh? Di, dick... cle, cleaning? Wi, with your mouth?"
"Ugh... ughhh..."
A puddle formed between Ma Hui's legs. Since they were in the hot spring, no steam rose from it, but I could tell. Ma Hui had been so overwhelmed by my unleashed aura that she'd pissed herself.
Wetting herself meant her body had acknowledged defeat. I'd triumphed over the Green Forest King, Ma Hui.
Thank goodness I won without drawing my sword. I might've spilled blood otherwise. Ma Hui's sharp instincts had kept things from crossing that line. If she'd been the type blinded by her own power, misjudging her opponent's remaining strength, the outcome would've been disastrous.
But Ma Hui had read me perfectly in my aura and immediately withdrew her fighting spirit and killing intent. That's how I won without a fight.
"Green Forest King, no fight?"
Physical defeat and mental defeat were different, so I pressed her to confirm her loss. If she'd insisted she wasn't beaten and tried to stand on those trembling legs, I'd have unleashed an even denser aura.
"Y-yeah. I, I'm not fighting."
Good—no need for more effort. No fight meant no bad blood with the Green Forest bandits. That would've been a hassle. The best way to end a fight was to make your opponent incapable of one.
It'd been ages since I'd gone even slightly serious, but my senses hadn't dulled. Even after seven years without touching a sword, my body retained its prime instincts.
...This constitution was a boon for now. The moment I left my hut on Cheonbaeksan, I'd be dragged into scraps like this. The jianghu was vast, and masters were everywhere.
With Ma Hui, her keen senses let me end it bloodlessly, but there was no guarantee it'd always be that easy. To protect Yeon Wol and Seoryeong, I'd draw my blade without hesitation—I resolved deep in my heart...
...before she interrupted.
"R-right. Conversation. You, you said you wanted to talk... right? Sh-should we... talk now?"
"What nonsense is that?"
I decided to shut down Ma Hui's grasping-at-straws bullshit first.
"H-huh?"
She looked up at me with trembling eyes, clueless about what she'd said wrong. I kindly explained where she'd fucked up.
"The chance for talk vanished the moment I proposed dialogue and you answered with your axe. The fight ended with your surrender—my victory. Got it now? What's your place, loser?"
"Th-that's... true..."
After swinging that axe like mad, she pisses herself at the first sign of losing and surrenders—then suggests talking it out? Accepting that would've made me the world's biggest sucker.
And I wasn't a sucker. As the proud victor, I commanded the pitiful loser, Ma Hui.
"Enough. See my dick? Covered in cum and juices. Clean it. With your mouth only."
A barbaric order the old me would've never voiced or even imagined. But now, I issued it casually, without a shred of hesitation.
"Eh? Di, dick... cle, cleaning? Wi, with your mouth?"
Ma Hui's brain short-circuited from the outlandish command, repeating it like a broken record.
"Bo-bodies get cleaned with water and soap. H-how could I use my mouth on something that... pisses out filth... I, I can't do that."
No matter how she spun it, mouth-cleaning a dick didn't compute, so even under my pressure, she timidly rebelled.
"Hah."
I chuckled at her claiming it was impossible, then—
Smack.
Grabbed my dick and swung it straight into her cheek. My rock-hard shaft made a perfect club. With some force and speed, it snapped her head sideways easily.
"Ah. U-ugh? Wha?"
Ma Hui stared in bewilderment, not even grasping what hit her. No surprise—taking a dick-slap to the face wasn't something you process instantly.
I helped her accept her reality.
"Ma Hui, you don't decide that. I do."
I unleashed my aura again—less savage than before, but plenty threatening.
"Pissing yourself like a pathetic bitch after getting crushed, and now? 'Can't clean'? Hilarious."
My aura coiled around her like a serpent. Tears welled in her orange eyes, her toned bronze body shivering.
"You thought a loser gets choices? You have none. Obey the victor—that's it."
"Hic... ugh."
Drenched in cold sweat, she panted raggedly, gazing up with quaking eyes. In a flat, emotionless tone, I commanded:
"So, clean it."
"Urk..."
The order to mouth-clean a stranger's cum-and-juice-smeared dick was utterly humiliating and degrading. Unable to swallow it, Ma Hui trembled in terror and spoke in a strained voice.
"This... humiliation and shame. Someday... I'll repay it... for sure."
Even after pissing in fear and losing, she was the Green Forest King, mistress of the mountains. This was her last spark of pride amid total domination.
"Attack now if you want. I don't mind."
"N-not now. No fighting... now..."
That was the end of it.
"Fine. Then clean it quick. No more bullshit."
"Grr... F-fine."
I ordered again, and she clenched her fists against the ground, shaking as she slowly brought her face to my dick.
"Llllick..."
She fixed her gaze on my shaft, mouth agape, long tongue extended like a cat's.
Just as the tip touched the cum-slick mess—
Thud.
"Ah, hold up."
I pressed my palm to her forehead, stopping her.
"Lllick?"
Her pupils contracted in focus on my dick, tongue out, frozen mid-lick. A ridiculous sight.
The mighty Green Forest King reduced to this? Her bandits would revolt on sight—though they'd get cleaved in half by her axe instantly. Still, even they'd lose all loyalty seeing her like this.
Suppressing laughter, I kept a straight face and grabbed the wooden bucket nearby.
"Don't want a piss-soaked slut cleaning me."
Splash!
"Kyaa!"
I dumped the water over her head. Her brown hair and sable-tiger clothes soaked through.
"There. Clean now. Finish the job."
"Damn it... such humiliation..."
"Not doing it?"
"I-I will."
Dripping wet, she tried rebelling again but folded at my words. Resigned, tongue out, she approached my dick.
"Llllick. Slurp."
Her tongue tip lapped the cum off my shaft.
"Urgh... wh-what's this weird taste..."
"Didn't ask for a review. Shut up and clean."
Tasting semen, she grimaced tearfully, but I wasn't granting pity.
"Fi-fine... Slurp. Lick. Sluuurp..."
Face scrunched, she held her tongue—no more complaints. Licking the cum-and-juice mess sole-lick style, she looked just like a kitten lapping milk.
The mountain-born human-beast, reduced to kittenish laps on my dick. Had I gone too far? The thought flickered, but I shook it off.
This bitch nearly endangered Yeon Wol and Seoryeong. Cross the line, face the punishment.
Yeon Wol and Seoryeong lay unconscious in the spring. Ma Hui's axe swing would've killed them. That's why, when she gathered ominous energy for a big move, I drew steel.
Even unexecuted, her technique was terrifying. If she'd swung, the spring—and them—would've been doomed. I'd have countered, and Ma Hui would've died.
"Slurp. Lick. Hnngh. Sluuurp. Lllick. Llliiick. Sluuuurp."
So this dick-cleaning was downright merciful. Better than death by a mile.
"Hah... haaack. D-done..."
Finished, Ma Hui looked up tearfully, tongue lolling out for inspection.
Her tongue and mouth brimmed with the cum she'd scraped off.
"...Hm."
Gazing up with teary eyes, mouth full of semen post-cleaning—Yeon Wol overlapped in my mind for a second. That's why, unconsciously, I reached out and stroked her brown hair.
Pat. Stroke. Pet pet.
"Hweh?"
Wide-eyed in shock, cheeks flushing, she met my gaze and spotted my hand on her head.
"...Ah."
I yanked my hand back, cleared my throat with a ahem, and said,
"Good job. You're free to go."
"Y-yeah... got it..."
In the suddenly awkward air, Ma Hui took the permission and meekly rose, leaving the spring.
I returned to the half-wrecked changing room, grabbed Yeon Wol and Seoryeong's clothes, wiped their bodies, dressed them, then suited up myself.
"Hoo..."
With things roughly settled, fatigue crashed in. How had so much happened in one day?
"Feels like I crammed five years of drama into a week."
Gazing at the star-studded night sky, I wished:
"Hope things stay quiet now."
Sage mode activated.
"M-Mountain Lord!"
"Don't follow. Scram. I'm in a shit mood."
Ma Hui shoved off Ma Gal trailing her and stormed to her private room.
Bam!
She slammed the door and flopped onto the bed.
"Ugh... so sticky..."
Soaked from Baek Jincheon's dousing, even the bed grew damp. The clamminess made her grit her teeth.
"Fucking bastard. Daring to humiliate me like this..."
Ma Hui was pissed. Licking a man's dick clean, inspected like a pet, then petted and praised? Unspeakable degradation.
"Never. Never forgiving him...!"
Her body heated, heart pounding, lower belly throbbing, thighs rubbing instinctively. Pure rage.
"I'll pay him back... for sure."
She squirmed her thighs, hips twitching, sharpening her blade of vengeance against Baek Jincheon.
"Won't let him escape... ever!"