What If I Get Excommunicated?
What if I get excommunicated like this?
"Ah."
I came. I ejaculated right into my disciple's womb. I filled the womb of the girl I'd raised like a daughter for seven years with my sticky semen.
"Eeeeek♥♥♥"
With her womb mouth clamped tight around me, Yeon Wol arched her back, threw her head back, clenched her pussy hard, and hit a genuine climax from the thick, heavy globs of semen fired point-blank from my loins.
Spluuurt—!
The warm flood soaking her lower belly made me feel like the last seven years of upholding my master's duty had shattered into pieces.
"Hik♥ Hweeeh...♥"
"......"
Supporting the back of Yeon Wol, who twitched and passed out with her pussy still quivering, I gently laid her down on the floor. Then, I just... blanked out.
What now? I couldn't even guess what this creampie might lead to.
When you stick your dick in an adult woman's pussy and cum inside, a baby gets made. A baby. The thought that Yeon Wol and I might have a child together. That a master and disciple could fuck and bear a kid. My mind reeled at the idea of a future I'd never even imagined becoming reality.
Uh, hmm. It might not happen, right? One creampie doesn't usually make a baby. Sure, some parents name their kid "One-Shot" because they got pregnant from a single time, but that's super rare.
Yeah. Right, it might not happen. Hell, the odds are probably against it. Logically, I should plan for the worst, but right now, I wasn't in any state to face reality rationally. My mental strength was already drained keeping my sanity intact.
So, hoping against hope that Yeon Wol wouldn't get pregnant, I closed my eyes and focused.
The focus was on my dick, still buried in her pussy. I concentrated my senses there, trying to judge if she'd get pregnant or not. Using my cock as a conduit to peer inside her.
"......No, what am I, a doctor? Like I'm gonna learn anything from this."
Of course, predictably, even focusing my nerves through my dick to observe her insides, I lacked the medical knowledge to analyze what I "saw." Realizing it was a pointless escape from reality, I started to pull out—
"......Hm?"
Suddenly, I felt it. The magic inside Yeon Wol had changed, just a little. I'd only ever sensed a tiny fraction of it before, so I couldn't pinpoint exactly what, but it was definitely different.
"This feels like... something."
A faint shift in the magic she harbored. I had an inkling why.
What had Master taught me about magic back then? Closing my eyes, I dredged up the distant memory.
"Jincheon, do you know why magic, which holds elemental superiority over nearly all energies, fails to dominate Taoist qi?"
"I don't know, Master."
"Because Taoist qi is pure energy drawn straight from nature. Taoists absorb the qi of the natural world to form their internal energy, making it the natural predator of magic—born from human malice."
"I see, Master. My knowledge grows."
"Yes, remember this well, Jincheon. The purest energy is the greatest foe of magic."
"The purest energy......"
Recalling Master's words, I looked down at my dick, freshly withdrawn from Yeon Wol's pussy. It throbbed, slick with semen and her juices.
"Hmm, yeah, this... it's pure, alright. Pure energy. The essence of a man's yang qi."
Semen was literally the quintessence of a man's purest yang qi. Mine held no internal energy, but its raw purity rivaled any spirit pill.
In other words, my semen could be the natural counter to magic.
"Sounds like bullshit, but theoretically, it checks out."
Magic dominates other energies because it proliferates, corrupting them into its own color. That's why even victorious martial artists suffer severe internal injuries after fighting demons.
But pure energy is complete in itself—immune to corruption, and it can even weaken magic through sheer purity. Just like the magic inside Yeon Wol right now, altered by my yang.
"Heh, hweeeh♥"
"......"
Gazing down at Yeon Wol, who even in her faint giggled from the afterglow of climax and creampie, I pondered.
Thanks to that discovery, a way to stop her from being consumed by magic and turning into a demon had dawned on me.
But it meant abandoning every belief and duty I'd held sacred.
Well, it was something I had to do anyway.
"......Haa."
I let out a deep sigh and made my decision.
A winter night, cold and still—no snow, no wind. Beneath a silent sky that blocked even moonlight, a girl was slowly dying.
Abandoned by her parents at an age too young to remember, she figured this was it. In her thirteen years, she'd wished for death countless times and survived, but not this time. She felt certain. The strange relief that always came with sensing death was absent now.
"......"
Leaning against an alley wall, in the shadow cast by the eaves, the girl slowly closed her eyes. No regrets, just emptiness. If this was the end, she hoped there'd be no next life. Life was loneliness, hunger, sorrow, pain, suffering. Repeating it would be a nightmare. She desperately wished this life would be her last.
As she shut her eyes and let go—
Crack—
The weathered tiles blocking the moonlight crumbled. Moonbeams poured through the gap, onto her hair. Caked in dirt and mud, she was filthy—but her hair gleamed snow-white, reflecting the light.
"......Phew. Found her."
Thanks to that impossibly white hair shining in the moonlight, she met him.
Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump.
"......Haa."
A pleasant warmth pulsing through her body brought a smile to Yeon Wol's lips as she woke. Dreaming of the day she met Master always led to such a refreshing morning.
She hadn't dreamed it once since Master sent her off on her journey into the jianghu. But now that she was home, the dreams returned.
"Guess I really can't live without sticking to Master forever...... Ah? Wait. Home?"
Back home. The realization hit, snapping her from the dream's haze. Last night's events flooded back.
Ambushing Master with a jeomhyeol strike to paralyze him, then ravaging him in frenzied gisamyeoljo.
It was her lifelong fantasy, but one meant to stay a fantasy. The moment she acted, even her beloved Master could sever ties without a second thought—a betrayal of disciple's duty and human decency.
"Uh, um. Th-that was all a dream, right?"
A chill raced up her spine. She denied the memories surging in her mind. Just a dirty dream, she told herself, ignoring the vivid afterglow lingering in her body.
"Y-yeah, a dream. Had to be. Why would I ever do that to Master unless I was crazy...... Agh?!"
Finishing her denial, Yeon Wol's throat burned for water. She tried to sit up—but couldn't. A stabbing muscle ache shot through her lower belly and crotch.
"Ow......"
Pain too intense to rise. Undeniably real agony soaked her in cold sweat.
"......"
Yeon Wol slowly slipped a hand under the blanket covering her lower half. Trembling fingers probed her crotch, then she silently covered her face with both hands.
"I... I must be insane......"
Last night wasn't a dream. She'd really paralyzed Master with jeomhyeol, slammed him against the wall, yanked down his pants and underwear, jerked his cock till it was raging, stripped wildly, and hugged, kissed, and fucked him all at once.
Not satisfied, when he begged no creampie, it only turned her on more. She locked her legs around his waist, forcing every drop straight into her womb.
If there was a national gisamyeoljo contest, she'd win grand prize and the title of world's best disciple-fucker.
"Wh-what do I do now......"
She had no clue how to clean up the insane mess her lust-crazed self had made. What if she got excommunicated? Severed? What if Master said, "You're no disciple of mine. Get out of my sight!"?
Just imagining it made her tremble, heart sink, guts twist—like that horrific future was barreling toward her.
"N-no. F-first, I gotta apologize to Master......"
Realizing unconditional apology was her only option—that very moment.
"If you're awake, come out."
Baek Jincheon's voice drifted from beyond the door, colder than she'd ever heard.