Chapter 114: Daoist Yin-Yang Manual (65)
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 114: Daoist Yin-Yang Manual (65)
Jin Myeong-woo slowly opened his eyes, his consciousness gradually returning. The first thing he saw was an unfamiliar ceiling. Its decorations were strange, and a sense of anxiety slowly washed over him as he realized he didn't know where he was.
When he tried to sit up, a faint pain spread from his chest. Enduring it, he felt his chest with his hand. He saw that it was wrapped in cloth.
Slightly loosening the fabric, he saw a cut, as if from a sharp blade. The wound didn't look serious, but it was clear that someone had tended to it.
'Where… am I?'
His mind was in chaos. The last thing he remembered was the chilling gaze of Wi Gwang and the blast of energy that had struck him. After that, nothing.
As he slowly surveyed his surroundings, he saw the room was neat and simply decorated. A small window on one wall allowed a soft, dim light to filter in from outside, faintly illuminating the space.
He sat up, turning his head to look around the room again.
'That's right… Mother and my sister… and what happened to Master?'
He felt his heart sink at the sudden memory. He was worried for their safety, but his inability to even know his own whereabouts was intensely frustrating.
Just then, a loud, moan-like sound came from beyond the wall.
"Ngh… Haaahng…♡"
Jin Myeong-woo sat up at the familiar voice.
-Thrust! Thud!
"Aahn♡ Deeper…! That feels good…♡"
The closer he got to the wall, the louder the sounds became. Jin Myeong-woo slowly walked toward the source of the noise. The pain in his chest was still a dull ache, but his attention was now completely fixed on the sounds coming from the other side of the wall.
He pressed his face close to the wall and listened intently. The sound of moans mingled with a rhythmic slapping.
'Who is it…?'
Jin Myeong-woo was confused. The voices were somehow familiar, drawing him in, but he couldn't be certain who they belonged to from the moans alone.
He carefully slipped out of the room. Approaching the source of the sound, he stopped in front of a door. The moans leaking from the crack were even clearer now, and he focused on them, trying to make sense of the situation. But at that moment, a sudden feeling of repulsion welled up inside him.
"Gulp…"
He swallowed unconsciously. A powerful warning echoed from the depths of his instincts, as if telling him he must not see what was beyond the door.
'Why… why do I feel so anxious?'
He asked himself, but no clear answer came. Every one of his senses screamed at him to stop, yet at the same time, a burning curiosity to see for himself pushed him forward.
He slowly reached out and grabbed the doorknob.
'I have to see.'
He took a deep breath and slowly pushed the door open. As it swung inward, the scene inside was gradually revealed.
And what unfolded before his eyes was a sight he could never have imagined.
In the middle of the room, on a wide bed, four women were clinging to one man's body. The scene was so shocking it felt unreal.
And… they were all familiar faces.
His Master, Seo Ryeo-hwa, was on top of the man's stomach like an animal, grinding her hips violently.
"Ooh…♡ Hahk…♡ Aahn♡"
The moans escaping her lips were nothing like the elegant Master he had always known. Before his eyes, she looked like a wanton woman driven by pure instinct.
'A wanton woman...'
Jin Myeong-woo muttered unconsciously. None of this was believable. He couldn't tell if this was who she had always been or if a hidden side of her was now being revealed, but one thing was certain: she was shamelessly enjoying pleasure on top of his brother's body.
But the most shocking thing was the sight of his mother and sister, and what they were doing. As if competing with each other, they were diligently licking his brother's upper body.
"Haa… Gaga… Does it feel good?"
His mother whispered softly as she slowly moved her tongue over the nape of his neck.
'Did Mother just… call him Gaga…?'
His mind was filled with chaos. The word 'Gaga' was a term for a husband or a lover. To hear that word come from his mother's mouth, directed at his brother, was unbelievable.
"Lick… Brother♡"
His sister was the same. Even his sister, who had despised him so much… now wore a face lost in lust.
And Seol-hee was no longer the woman he knew. The girl from his memories who used to smile so innocently was now on top of Jin Seo-yun's face, grinding her hips with a lewd expression.
"Ahahaha… Th-this has to be a dream…"
Jin Myeong-woo muttered, laughing like a madman. His mind was reeling, unable to accept the situation.
At the unbelievable sight, his consciousness was on the verge of collapse. The world he knew had crumbled. The mother he knew, the sister he knew, the Master he knew, and even Seol-hee—they had all become Jin Seo-yun's.
They were all moving, shamelessly pursuing pleasure from his brother. Their moans and expressions were beyond shocking to Jin Myeong-woo.
He couldn't watch them any longer. The strength drained from his body, and his fingertips grew cold. He stumbled backward, leaning against the wall and gasping for breath.
But the most horrifying and miserable thing was the fact that his lower body was reacting to the scene.
He desperately tried to deny it, but the painful swelling below his waist made him realize the cruel truth. He felt humiliated by the fact that he wasn't just reacting to this situation with anger and sorrow.
"Haha… Really, what the hell am I doing?"
He whispered to himself in a trembling voice, lowering his head further. His hand trembled as it unconsciously covered himself.
'This is… a nightmare. It has to be.'
He couldn't move for a long time, his back pressed against the wall.
However, at the sweet moans coming from the room, his gaze was drawn back to the crack in the door against his will. His reason screamed at him not to look, but his body reacted instinctively.
"Gulp…"
Seeing his Master's beautiful body… and the naked forms of his mother and sister, his Adam's apple bobbed on its own.
A thought struck him, laced with envy.
'That… should have been my place… not that bastard's.'
Jin Myeong-woo's fists trembled. Rage, jealousy, and instinctual desire began to consume his reason.
The pleasure-soaked cries from the room assaulted his ears, and he couldn't tear his eyes away.
After watching the cries and the pleasure-drenched scene for a long time, Jin Myeong-woo lowered his head, turned, and walked away. A moment later, he glanced back, glaring at the door with a gaze full of hatred.
'Jin Seo-yun…'
Jin Myeong-woo bit his lip as he spat the name in his mind.
It wasn't enough that his brother had committed such an unspeakable sin; he had stolen his Master as well. He could never forgive him.
'He must have learned some wicked sorcery.'
Thinking back, it was strange. Jin Seo-yun had always been weaker than him in martial prowess. And he knew his brother had always been jealous of him.
'There's no way that was simply the result of hard work.'
But a few months ago, he had suddenly grown stronger. So strong that even Jin Myeong-woo wouldn't dare to face him.
'His sudden increase in strength these past few months… it must be because of that sorcery.'
The way that bastard had suddenly improved his skills couldn't possibly be legitimate.
He had likely mastered some kind of Sexual Art. Otherwise, there was no way his mother, sister, and even his Master would have lost their hearts to him.
'That must be why Seol-hee changed so suddenly.'
He pictured Seol-hee's face. The memory of her always looking at him with an innocent smile, contrasted with the sight of her now vulgarly grinding on Jin Seo-yun's body, made his heart ache once more.
'That's not Seol-hee…'
That bastard used his sorcery to change her. The Seol-hee he knew would never make such a vulgar face or act that way.
He was seized by the impulse to kick down the door and swing his sword at Jin Seo-yun.
But…
He knew his own limits all too well.
'Right now… I can't win.'
Jin Myeong-woo gritted his teeth and closed his eyes. He knew the difference in skill between himself and Jin Seo-yun better than anyone. Acting on emotion would only lead to his own defeat.
The cries from the room continued unabated. As if to provoke him, they traveled through the wall and reached his ears.
'I have to leave this place and build the strength to get my revenge.'
His mind was boiling with vengeance and rage, but at the same time, he was calmly assessing what he could do right now.
In stark contrast, however, his lower body was still erect.
'Damn it…'
A deep sense of shame and self-loathing washed over him.
Jin Myeong-woo walked quickly down the hallway, trying to forget the sensation, but the reaction of his lower body seemed to mock him relentlessly.
*
It wasn't until the next day that the women realized Jin Myeong-woo was gone.
"Myeong-woo is gone?"
Seo Ryeo-hwa said with a worried expression. Her face was filled with concern for Jin Myeong-woo.
Jang Seo-young looked at me with a strange expression. It was a look that asked if I had done something.
I just gave a small smile.
I recalled the presence I'd felt behind the door last night.
'Good. To think he'd leave on his own.'
It was a shame I couldn't fuck the women right in front of his eyes, but this wasn't bad either.
Seo Ryeo-hwa still wore a face full of worry for the vanished Jin Myeong-woo. Her expression showed genuine concern for her disciple.
"Master, don't worry. I'll go look for Myeong-woo later."
I stroked Seo Ryeo-hwa's shoulder, saying words I didn't mean.