Chapter 257: Daoist Yin-Yang Manual[R-18] (87)
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 257: Daoist Yin-Yang Manual[R-18] (87)
I was guided to a premium suite on the sixth floor of Wolhwaru, the highest in the building. I planned to deal with the Heukdomun tomorrow. I hadn't been with a woman in days, and I was hungry for one.
Before long, the door opened.
Courtesans appeared one after another. One, two, three... ten... twenty... and more.
"Oh."
An exclamation of admiration escaped my lips. They were all the finest courtesans of Wolhwaru.
Dressed only in a single layer of white silk, the curves of their plump breasts and firm asses were clearly visible through the thin fabric.
Some looked at me with aloofness, some with shyness, and others with provocative gazes.
"We were instructed to serve you, Young Master."
The courtesan at the front said with a bow. Her words flowed with a sweet, melodic tone.
I slowly rose from my seat and circled the room, looking them over.
Their faces, bodies, and skin—it was clear that every part of them was meticulously cared for.
'As expected of a top-class brothel.'
"Young Master."
The courtesan at the front clasped her hands and spoke cautiously.
"Among us, who should be the first to serve you tonight...? Please give us your command."
I slowly scanned them, one by one. It was hard to choose just one to start with.
'No choice, then. I'll have to fuck them all.'
My decision was made. I slowly raised a finger.
"All of you, get on your hands and knees in a line."
The courtesans' eyes widened. After exchanging glances, one of them got down, and the others cautiously knelt, one by one revealing their beautiful backs as they raised their asses.
With only a thin layer of silk covering them, the moist slits of their pussies were secretly parted between their thighs.
Smack—
I lightly slapped the ass of the courtesan at the front.
"A nice sound."
"Hngh... Thank you, Young Master..."
I slowly lifted the silk.
Her slick had already soaked through her red string underwear. As she parted her lips slightly, the bowed courtesan's breath hitched.
"Eungh..."
Without a word, I took out the cock from my pants. The courtesans' eyes widened at the sight of my erection.
"Is that... the Young Master's..."
Without hesitation, I lifted the first courtesan's hips and rammed my cock into her pussy.
—Squelch...!
The moment I entered her warm, slick insides, her back arched.
"Haah..."
"Tight as a virgin. Is this your first time?"
"Not my first... but... it's my first time... with one this... big..."
"Then I'll have to get you used to it."
I grabbed her ass with both hands and began to thrust my hips back and forth roughly.
- Slap, slap! Slam! Slap...!
"Ahng♡ Young Master...! You're too rough!"
The sounds were lewd, and the wet slapping from her pussy filled the entire room.
Her thighs, flushed with pleasure, trembled, and I could feel her insides clench every time my cock drove into her.
I grabbed the nameless courtesan's hair and pressed down on her hips.
"Haeuk... Ahng...! Nngh...! Please... slowly...!"
"Quiet."
I covered her mouth and thrust even deeper.
- Thrust! Thruust! Thrust! Thrust!
"Puuh!? Heut...! Mmmph...!"
The head of my cock rubbed against her vaginal wall, and in that instant, the courtesan's legs trembled as she pushed her hips back.
"Haaaang...!"
The inside of her pussy twitched and pulsed, tightening as if to suck in my seed.
I held her hips down and, still buried inside her, unleashed my load.
-Spurrrrt!
As my semen gushed into her pussy, she closed her eyes as if her breath had been stolen and went limp.
"Next."
As soon as I pulled out, I pushed down on the head of the courtesan kneeling beside her.
"Clean my cock."
"Yes... I'll clean it with my mouth..."
Without delay, she stuck out her tongue and enveloped my cock. She sucked it with her mouth while her hands cupped and massaged my balls.
"It's delicious... I want more..."
I pushed her head down, twisting my cock into her mouth each time her tongue passed over the glans.
"You're next."
I lifted her head and flipped her over, making her raise her hips and spread her pussy.
I lined up my cock with her wet slit.
"Ah... please put it inside... I... want it too...!"
"Going in."
- Thrust! Thrust! Thrust!
And so, that night on the sixth floor of Wolhwaru, the sounds of courtesans' moans and a cock pounding into them continued until morning.
Sex that lasted all night long.
At first, I fucked them three at a time, then six, and toward the end, I lined them up and fucked them one by one.
"Haah... Haaang...! No, no more... I can't take any more...!"
"My pussy... is full of the Young Master's seed..."
"I don't even know how many times it's been... Ahng...♡"
The last courtesan.
On her hands and knees, spreading her pussy and inserting her own fingers, she said.
"...I can still... take one more..."
So I fucked her one more time. I came, and came again, and after she passed out, I sprayed my semen on her face.
"Heueungh♡"
Her tongue was sticking out slightly, her eyes were glazed over, and my semen dripped from her forehead to her chin.
Twenty of them.
The room reeked of semen, sweat, and pussy juice.
The courtesans were sprawled out, their legs having given out, but my cock was still standing strong.
"They were good pussies."
I used Clean on my body, walked past the twenty sprawled-out courtesans, and opened the door. At the end of the hall, the courtesans who saw me flinched.
Some blushed, while others rubbed their knees together and avoided my gaze.
"Y-Young Master... is there anything you need...?"
A slender courtesan cautiously spoke up. Her cheeks were bright red, and her eyes kept glancing at my crotch.
I let out a smirk.
"That place, the Heukdomun or whatever it's called. I'm heading there."
"Yes...?"
"Get me a guide."
"Ah... Understood!"
*
Hearing that Jin Seo-yun had left to deal with the Heukdomun, Cheong-wol let out a long sigh.
"Even a lecherous demon couldn't manage that..."
She had her courtesans watch over the room Jin Seo-yun had stayed in all night.
Spying on the room of a Transformation Realm master was suicidal, but from his words and actions, she was certain he would never kill a beautiful woman.
And when she received the report from her courtesans, Cheong-wol was, quite literally, in shock.
Not only had he made over twenty courtesans pass out, but he had then walked out perfectly fine to go deal with the Heukdomun.
There was no monster like this one.
"Yeon-hyang, how are the girls? Did he, by any chance, use violence...?"
At Cheong-wol's question, the courtesan called Yeon-hyang answered cautiously.
"Fortunately, there were no signs of that. However... all the courtesans who were with him say their internal energy has increased."
"What...?"
Cheong-wol's voice trembled slightly. She dropped her teacup without realizing it.
"Most of them were third-rate, but they say they've risen to second-rate after being with him. Not just one or two, but all of them."
Cheong-wol bit her lip hard.
'Sleeping with him... increases one's internal energy...'
The conclusion was simple.
A sexual cultivation art.
But Cheong-wol firmly shook her head.
'No, Plucking the Yin to Supplement the Yang is about absorbing a partner's yin energy to increase one's own internal energy.'
The woman grows weaker, and the man grows stronger. But this was the opposite.
What if he could increase his partner's internal energy without any restrictions?
It was an event that could turn the entire Central Plains upside down.
'If he had any sense, he would have hidden this ability... but to use it so openly means—'
A chilling thought crossed her mind.
'...Did he not even think to hide it? Or did he decide there was no need to?'
If not, he might be after something else.
Realm and internal energy.
That was the desire every martial artist in the Murim pursued their entire lives.
It was a world overflowing with those who would enter seclusion for decades to raise their realm, fight one another, and even commit patricide without hesitation to obtain elixirs.
Cheong-wol knew. She knew how greedy, how primal that desire was. The vast majority of the Murim preached about the Dao with their mouths, but in their hearts, they were prepared to do anything for a higher realm.
Therefore, the value of a man like Jin Seo-yun was simply incalculable.
Cheong-wol's eyes were already colored with a different emotion.
Greed. Possessiveness. A crushing desire that bordered on domination.
"If... I could possess him..."
The long-cherished wish of the Haomun. To step out of the shadows and into the light.
To no longer live in the shadows, dealing in secret trades and information, but to stand proudly in the open.
It was a dream that had been unattainable for decades, no matter how many opportunities they sought. But the existence of Jin Seo-yun could open that door.
Cheong-wol was certain.
'He is a man who will possess the world.'
And she realized. What if she were to stand beside him?
In that moment, the Haomun would never disappear. On the contrary, it could stand at the center of it all, as a power in the shadows that controlled the Murim.
Cheong-wol's fingertips slowly traced the surface of the table.
Her hand was poised, but within it lay a desperate ambition.
'...I can't just watch. That man must be mine.'
Greed was not a sin. It was the only way to survive in the Murim.
*
A scene of slaughter, where blood flew freely.
Men in black were decapitated one after another; some were cut in half at the waist, others had their faces torn apart. Screams, agony, and the stench of blood were turning the inside of the Heukdomun into a living hell when—
"What's this? Is someone talking about me?"
My ear itched, so I dug a finger in it as I cut down a disciple of the Heukdomun who charged at me.
His head and shoulder flew off at the same time.
It was then.
"Damn it! What is the meaning of this sudden attack!"
Kicking the door open, the leader of the Heukdomun, Baek Ya-jin, rushed out.
"What do you think it is? I'm slaughtering you fucking weaklings."
Baek Ya-jin stood before me, his face contorted with rage.
"What grudge do you have to be doing this?"
I flicked my blood-soaked sword once to clean it.
"No particular grudge."
Baek Ya-jin's face twisted. He slowly drew the sword at his side.
"Fine. I, Baek Ya-jin of the Bloodless Sword (無缺血劍), will tear you to shreds!"
I snorted.
"That's a grand title... Let's see if your skills can back it up."
Without a word, Baek Ya-jin rushed at me, his sword flashing. His footwork was low, and his black blade was as smooth as a snake.
But to me, his attack was unbearably boring.
I had no intention of trading blows with some man, especially when he wasn't a woman.
I caught his blade with my bare hand.
—Crack!
Baek Ya-jin's sword snapped in my hand.
"What...?!"
I flicked one of the broken pieces of the blade into the air. The fragment spun as it cut through the sky, and I sent it flying with a flick of my finger.
—Fshhk!
The shard embedded itself precisely in Baek Ya-jin's heart.
He lowered his head, his eyes wide, and staggered backward before collapsing.
And just like that, the end of the Heukdomun's leader was anticlimactic.
I flicked my blood-splattered hand.
"Hmm... even a fucking weakling like him has a title. Why don't I have one?"
Come to think of it, titles were created when people who were shocked, amazed, or terrified by someone's fighting spread the word.
In that sense, aside from my time with the Jin Family, no one had ever seen me fight.
Except for my women.
I looked down at the remaining members of the Heukdomun and smiled.
"Hmm, as for you lot... should I spare you?"
They could only tremble, unable to say a word.