Chapter 251: Daoist Yin-Yang Manual[R-18] (81)
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 251: Daoist Yin-Yang Manual[R-18] (81)
Inside the warm covers. Morning, with the woman’s skin still holding a moist warmth.
I opened my eyes and looked down.
Slurp… Schlick… Suck…
“Sluurp… Master, are you awake…?”
It was Hwa Yeon-seol. She was kneeling, stark naked, with my cock in her mouth, sucking it slowly.
“Master’s cock looked like it was in pain… hehe…”
I chuckled and asked her, “Where are the other women?”
“The Sword Empress was called away urgently by Family Head Eon. So-ha went out for a bit, and Swords-woman Jang… she went to prepare lunch.”
“Is that so?”
I grabbed a handful of her hair and murmured, “Just like that… I’m going to piss, so take it all.”
The moment she heard my words, Hwa Yeon-seol’s eyes widened.
“…What?”
Her shocked expression soon melted into one of ecstasy.
And then…
“Yes… Please give it to me. No matter how filthy, if it’s yours, Master… I can drink all of it…”
She pressed her face right up to my cock and sniffed it with her nose.
“Your cock… I won’t let it go. Please… fill me up… all the way to the back of my throat…”
I thrust my cock deep into her mouth.
Shlock…!
Hwa Yeon-seol’s eyes trembled, and ragged breaths escaped through her nose. In that state, I let go.
Psssss… Shwaaaa…
“Hah… It feels fucking amazing, like pissing in a toilet first thing in the morning.”
The stream slammed against the back of Hwa Yeon-seol’s throat. She flinched but pressed her head down harder. She had no intention of pulling away.
“Ungh… Hnng… Ugh…!”
Her throat quivered, and the sound of her gulping down the piss echoed.
Hwa Yeon-seol’s body trembled as she clenched every muscle, determined not to let my cock slip out.
She swallowed every last drop, leaving nothing behind.
When my cock slid out of her mouth, Hwa Yeon-seol caught her breath, the corners of her eyes slowly curving into crescents.
“Haaah…♡”
She panted, tidying the inside of her mouth, then licked her lips and showed me her mouth with a smile.
I looked down at her face, lightly gripping her hair to make her look up.
Our eyes met, and right then and there, I told her.
“From now on, every morning. You’re my toilet.”
“Yesss♡ I… am Master’s toilet…”
She rubbed her tongue against my cock and proudly repeated herself.
“My piss… my semen… my pussy… my mouth… please use them all. Please treat me like a toilet…”
She rubbed her cheek against me, as if those words brought her immense happiness, a smile staining her lips red.
After shooting a load in Hwa Yeon-seol’s pussy that morning, I had a simple lunch brought by Jang Seo-young. Then, Seo Ryeo-hwa finished her conversation with Family Head Eon and gathered my women.
Her face wore a heavy expression, different from her usual self.
“Master, why do you look so serious?”
Seo Ryeo-hwa glanced around before continuing in a low voice.
“While speaking with Family Head Eon… I heard some grave news.”
At her words, everyone’s expression hardened. I held my tongue, quietly waiting for what she would say next.
“The Kunlun Sect… has been annihilated.”
The air froze.
Namgung So-ha and Hwa Yeon-seol gasped in unison, staring at Seo Ryeo-hwa.
“Annihilated…?”
“The Kunlun Sect, in a single day… That’s impossible.”
“They vanished in just one day, without a single survivor. They say even the body of the Kunlun Sect’s leader hasn’t been found.”
A moment of silence passed. Namgung So-ha asked in a trembling voice, “…Who on earth would do such a thing?”
“The Heavenly Demon Cult.”
“The Demonic Cult…?” Hwa Yeon-seol whispered under her breath. Jin So-hee also bit her lip.
“The mark of the Demonic Cult was carved at the scene, and traces of demonic arts were also discovered. It seems the Murim Alliance is convinced it was their doing.”
I slowly lowered my head, thinking.
This is also progressing quickly…
In the original story, it wasn’t the Demonic Cult that attacked the Kunlun Sect, but the Celestial Sphere assembly. They had intentionally left behind the Demonic Cult’s symbol and fabricated traces of demonic arts.
Because of this, the Murim world came to believe the Demonic Cult was active again, and eventually, the Murim Alliance declared war on the Heavenly Demon Cult.
In that war, both the Orthodox Faction and the Demonic Cult suffered great losses, and the Celestial Sphere assembly used that opportunity to begin their move in earnest.
The Righteous-Demonic War can’t happen. Too many beautiful women die.
“Master.”
I spoke quietly.
“This incident… there’s a chance the Demonic Cult wasn’t behind it. The traces are too obvious. It feels more like someone left them to make people believe the Demonic Cult did it.”
Seo Ryeo-hwa turned her gaze to me and nodded.
“The moment I heard the news, the Celestial Sphere assembly came to my mind as well.”
Jang Seo-young chimed in at her answer.
“Then we must inform the Murim Alliance before it’s too late. About the existence of the Celestial Sphere assembly itself.”
“Yes. That’s why… Seo-yun and I are thinking of heading to Henan first. We’ll deliver this news to the Murim Alliance and look for clues that can reveal the true nature of the Celestial Sphere assembly.”
At those words, Jin So-hee’s eyes widened as she asked, “Then, what about us? We should go with you—”
But Seo Ryeo-hwa shook her head, gently cutting her off.
“Unfortunately, not in this situation. With your skills, it would be difficult to keep up with our pace.”
I nodded in agreement and added, “We need to move fast. This involves the Demonic Cult. We have to move before it’s too late.”
Then I looked at Namgung So-ha and said, “So-ha, you’re in charge of the rest of the group. No matter what happens, you must protect my women.”
Namgung So-ha took a short breath before nodding resolutely.
“Yes, Young Master Jin.”
I took one last look around. Worry and anxiety were mixed on everyone’s faces.
Then, Seo Ryeo-hwa and I began to prepare to leave Jinju.
Namgung So-ha approached me quietly.
“It’s a shame, Young Master Jin. I was planning to introduce you to Eon Si-yul, the eldest daughter of the Eon family, this evening…”
I chuckled and turned my head.
“Eon Si-yul… Just from her name, I can tell she’s a beauty.”
She winked playfully.
“She’s a calm and elegant woman. Just the type Young Master Jin would like.”
“We’ll have to save it for next time. We need to go to Henan first.”
“Please be careful. When you return… I’ll be sure to introduce you then.”
I met her gaze quietly for a moment before nodding.
“I’ll look forward to it.”
And with that, Seo Ryeo-hwa and I left the lands of Jinju behind.
*
“Kugh, let me go!”
Jin Myeong-woo shouted, struggling desperately. But the men gripping his arms didn’t budge an inch. Their eyes seemed to regard his efforts as nothing more than the futile resistance of prey.
“Puhehehe. You little brat, you crawled in here without even knowing where you were, huh? You should’ve at least heard what kind of place the Northwest Alliance is before coming.”
Two men cackled on either side of him. A disgusting stench of alcohol, blood, and rot emanated from their mouths. Their weapons looked like they had never been cleaned, caked with dried blood, and their sleeves were torn and stained. Anyone could tell they were the dregs of the Murim world.
Jin Myeong-woo gritted his teeth. The veins on the back of his hands bulged as if they would burst.
Damn it… To think they put sleeping pills in the drink…
He had been training and wandering to repay the humiliation he suffered at Jin Seo-yun’s hands, and had recently set foot in the lands of Sichuan. Lacking money, he had temporarily joined a group of rogue martial artists to help with odd jobs. His mistake was accepting a drink offered by one of them.
When he opened his eyes, he was in an unfamiliar warehouse, his arms bound.
“This one’s pretty handsome, isn’t he? We could get a few gold coins if we hand him over to the Black Heaven Hall.”
“Can I have a go with him before that? Hahaha, he’s got a pretty face. It’d be quite a sight to see him crying when I flip him over.”
The man laughed vilely and licked the hilt of his rusty sword. A wave of disgust washed over Jin Myeong-woo at the sight of his long, snake-like tongue.
Jin Myeong-woo’s eyes shot open. A chill ran down his spine.
“What… what do you mean, ‘have a go’…!”
“There’s a world you little brats don’t know about… schlick. Since your face is decent enough, I’m sure your ‘behind’ will be fine, too.”
“Ugh, this bastard’s at it again. Don’t mess him up too much, it’ll lower his price.”
Tears of blood welled in Jin Myeong-woo’s eyes. Rage and humiliation boiled within him.
“You… you bastards… Are you even human!”
At his words, one of the men tapped his chin.
“Human? Kuhahat! This ain’t a place for humans, kid. This is the underworld. The Northwest Alliance is the real ‘Jianghu,’ where neither the Orthodox Faction nor the Murim Alliance exists.”
Jin Myeong-woo gasped for breath. His body was heavy from the effects of acupoint striking, and he couldn’t use his internal energy.
…Damn it. I can’t let it end like this.
He had to escape, even if it meant overexerting himself. He closed his eyes and focused as hard as he could.
It was then that a faint flame flickered on his leg.
But he wasn’t without options. A martial art he had stumbled upon and learned in the deep mountains not long ago.
…If I use my power now, my qi and blood will be ruined, but…
Jin Myeong-woo clenched his teeth so hard they could have shattered.
Right now, I just have to survive.
A white haze began to rise from the tips of his toes.
“What the?”
The men flinched and let go.
Jin Myeong-woo coughed up blood and staggered, then bit his lip and shouted a short command.
“Dongjeonggak!”
CRACK!!
A backlash erupted from his entire body, shattering the iron bar binding his legs. He shot forward like a spring, slamming his foot into the nearest man’s jaw.
“Ugh!”
One man went flying with a scream, while the other flinched back.
Seizing the opportunity, Jin Myeong-woo forced his freed body to move, stumbling toward the exit. His head was ringing and his vision was splitting in two, but the singular will to live propelled him forward.
“Get him!! What the hell is he, what did he use?!”
“Using a martial art in that state must have twisted his qi and blood!”
The men’s shouts followed him, and the sound of their footsteps pushing through the iron bars and chasing him grew terrifyingly close.
Damn it… how did I end up in this situation…
He ran blindly through the forest. The sound of his pounding heart hammered in his ears. Suddenly, Jin Seo-yun’s face flashed in his mind, and rage flared through his body.
Because of you… even if I have to fall to the filthy depths…
“There he is!”
“Catch him!”
The footsteps chasing him from behind grew closer. Jin Myeong-woo stumbled, pushing through branches as he ran. His lungs felt like they were tearing, and his legs trembled uncontrollably.
My qi and blood are twisted… I can’t last long…!
At that moment, the forest ahead opened up.
And there, a woman was standing.
A deep black robe, a red sash at her waist. Below her flowing black hair, a pale face devoid of any expression. She was a presence that seemed to melt into the forest like a shadow.
Jin Myeong-woo skidded to a halt.
“……Who…?”
He was so out of breath he could barely speak. But the woman didn’t even flinch. Without so much as a glance in his direction, she slowly drew her sword from its scabbard.
Ching…
The strangely resonant ring of a sword.
At that cold, smooth sound, the pursuers chasing him stopped in their tracks.
“What, who the hell is that bitch…?”
“Never seen her around here before…?”
As one of the men tried to get closer, something grazed his face. He turned his head and…
Swish!
There was no scream. The man’s chest was sliced clean through. Blood erupted, and his body slowly collapsed in mid-air.
“……!”
The remaining men took a step back.
“Th-this bitch… what is she…!”
Still expressionless. She flicked her blood-splattered blade, shaking it clean, and spoke calmly.
“Be quiet, or you’re next.”
Her voice was devoid of emotion. A sound like ice, without a trace of warmth. Just hearing it sent a chill down the spine.
“……Damn it, she’s a master. Run!”
The men scattered in a panic and fled.
Jin Myeong-woo nearly collapsed on the spot. His legs had given out. He couldn’t breathe.
Then, the woman slowly turned to look at him. His eyes met her black pupils.
“……You.”
She spoke quietly. A chilling light flickered within her dark eyes.
“Do you know… where the Kunlun Sect is?”
“……What?”
Jin Myeong-woo asked blankly. The first question from the master who had just saved him from thugs was the location of the Kunlun Sect.
She tilted her head slightly, her face still a mask of indifference. Her black hair cascaded over her shoulder.
“I’m heading toward Qinghai, but I’ve been wandering this forest for three days.”
“…Are you, by any chance, lost?”
Instead of answering, she fell silent for a moment. Then, pulling down the corners of her mouth ever so slightly, she said, “…Mountains look different from how they do on a map.”
Jin Myeong-woo stared at her, dumbfounded.
A female master of a chilling caliber rarely seen anywhere in the Jianghu.
And she was currently lost.
“……If you’re going to Qinghai, this isn’t the way. It’s the complete opposite direction.”
“……Is that so?”
Still the same blank face. But Jin Myeong-woo could feel it. With that one sentence… he thought he saw a faint blush rise to her cheeks.
“I’m on the run anyway… and you did help me, so I’ll show you the way.”
“Alright.”
She nodded. Then, sheathing her sword, she added quietly, “Thank you for the directions. In return, I’ll provide some first aid.”
“It’s alright, I’m—”
Just as Jin Myeong-woo was about to refuse, a cold energy spread from her fingertips and covered his wounds.
Along with the cool sensation, the tangled qi and blood in his body slowly began to settle.
“……!”
“That should be a little better.”