Chapter 493: Daoist Yin--Yang Manual[R-18] (128)
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 493: Daoist Yin--Yang Manual[R-18] (128)
I stopped thrusting my hips and gripped her firm breasts.
“Are you going to keep being jealous? Are you going to keep objecting every time I hold another woman?”
“Th-That’s…!”
Smack!
I slapped her breast, the heavy, elastic flesh recoiling and leaving a red handprint.
“Uh-uh. You’d better answer me properly.”
“Heeut…♡ But… I… I hated it so much… Seeing you hold another woman like that, my Lord…”
Her eyes reddened and trembled, but I could still see hesitation behind them.
“Still haven’t learned your lesson.”
I pulled back.
“The reward is canceled.”
“Heek… N-No… My Lord… You can’t do that…!”
“Why not? Does a bitch who disobeys her master deserve a reward?”
She instantly lifted her legs and wrapped them around my waist, her thighs tightening as if to keep me from escaping.
“No… I don’t want you to stop… I want more of my Lord’s cock…”
“Then answer me.”
At my words, Wi Dan-wol closed her eyes for a moment. The defiance she thought she could maintain until the end crumbled at the single, twitching movement of my cock inside her.
“Heeut… Hah… I… won’t be jealous…”
She bit her lip, her voice trembling as her eyes welled with red.
“Even if you hold another woman… I am simply… my Lord’s bitch… Wherever you put it… wherever you cum… I will only be… envious… and happy…♡”
“Good girl.”
I began to thrust my hips again.
Squish!
“Aahng…♡ My Loord…!”
Dan-wol’s hips bucked as she came. Her vaginal walls spasmed and tightened around me, and I didn’t miss the timing, fucking her even harder.
Thrust! Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud!
“Ah-heut…! Haaang… M-My Lord… Kiss me… please…♡”
As she parted her lips, her eyes glistening with tears, I pressed my mouth to hers and pushed my tongue inside.
“Hmph… slurp… Chuuup… Tsk…♡”
Even as we shared a sloppy, wet kiss, my hips never stopped for a moment. As I continued to plunder her insides, I thought to myself, She says she won’t be jealous… but do I believe her?
A yandere’s vow was nothing more than a fantasy born from the pleasure of the moment.
She could go berserk at any time. But…
That didn’t mean this training session was futile.
The possibility of control. The fact that I saw that is what’s important.
Subjugation through jealousy, and voluntary submission through frustration and humiliation. Wi Dan-wol’s disposition was clearly responding in that direction.
“Dan-wol.”
“Hah… Yes, my Lord…♡”
“From now on, when I’m with another woman, don’t be jealous—”
I deliberately licked the nape of her neck and whispered.
“—Help me. Understand?”
“Heeut… Yes… My Lord’s pleasure… is my everything…♡”
At her answer, I thrust my hips again.
Squelch! Squelch! Squelch!
“Haaaang… My Lord… it feels so good…♡ Call me anytime… My pussy… my mouth… I’ll offer it all…♡”
I lifted my hips and placed my palm on her sweat-slicked stomach.
“Then, I will carve a mark on your lower belly to show you are mine. This is the same as pledging an oath of marriage. It is proof that you have become completely my woman.”
“Ha-eung…♡ Carve it into me… I want you to…♡ I-I’m your woman, my Lord… Completely…♡”
“Good.”
I moved my hand to her lower abdomen.
Zzzzzzz…!
A pinkish pattern formed below her navel, right over her womb. It was a Yin Gate.
As the intricate, glowing pattern was engraved, seeming to mark the exact location of her uterus—
“Haaaaaaaaaahng♡”
She suddenly bucked her hips, crying out in a burst of ecstasy.
“Heut… Aht… Ah-heuung… My Looord…! My, my belly is so hot…♡ It feels like… something is coming inside…♡”
Once the pink Yin Gate was fully inscribed, her body became noticeably more sensitive. I had only carved a simple tattoo, yet her entire body began to convulse with arousal.
“Hah…♡ I… I’m really yours, my Lord… This mark… I love it so much…♡”
I caressed her cheek and smiled faintly.
“That’s right. From now on, don’t be ashamed to show it to anyone. Your womb is owned by me.”
“Yes…♡ A vessel to receive my Lord’s semen… A bitch to carry my Lord’s seed…♡ I can prove it anywhere… with this tattoo…♡”
Wi Dan-wol whispered, caressing the pink tattoo over her womb, her face completely devoid of shame. Watching her, I found myself thrusting into her again. The days of training continued like this as we headed for Shandong, and finally, we arrived in Henan.
Shandong and the Hwangbo Clan were just a little further now. But I sensed an unexpected presence.
…This familiar energy.
Several streams of energy, radiating from a distance. They were all too familiar. They belonged to Seo Ryeo-hwa, Seol-hee, Jin So-hee, and Jang Seo-young—my women.
I walked straight in their direction, and soon, they must have sensed my energy as well, as they began to run toward me.
And then—
“Young Master…!”
The first to run and embrace me was Seol-hee.
“Hah… Young Master, you’re late… I was… so worried…”
The moment I gently wrapped my arms around her, another body pressed against me.
“Brother…!”
It was Jin So-hee.
Her hair, slightly longer than before, was striking. Yet she was still as lovely as ever, her eyes still filled with a devotion meant only for me.
Behind them, Seo Ryeo-hwa and Jang Seo-young approached cautiously, but perhaps because of the eyes around us, they couldn’t bring themselves to embrace me and only watched me with longing.
I met each of their gazes one by one, offering a warm look, and their expressions gradually softened.
However—
“Where is So-ha?”
At my question, Seo Ryeo-hwa stepped forward and spoke.
“A few days ago, someone from the Namgung Clan came and said they had to take So-ha. They seemed to be in a hurry.”
I frowned slightly. So-ha had insisted on staying by my side, saying she didn’t want to return to the Namgung Clan. For her to have gone with them willingly meant this was no simple matter.
“…Did you not hear what it was about?”
Seo Ryeo-hwa briefly averted her gaze and shook her head.
“So-ha was tight-lipped. She just smiled without saying a word until she left. Her eyes… they were strange. It was the face of someone who had steeled themselves for something.”
The moment I heard that, an ominous thought crossed my mind.
Something had definitely happened.
The Namgung Clan isn’t far. I’ll have to go and see for myself.
Just as I was thinking that, Jang Seo-young moved cautiously from the side, approaching Jin Myeong-woo, who was standing at a distance.
“…Myeong-woo.”
Her call was unfamiliar and hesitant. Jang Seo-young’s eyes held a hint of guilt-ridden apology.
“You’ve been gone a long time.”
“…Mother.”
Jin Myeong-woo’s reply was stiff. His tone was filled more with suppressed emotion than with any sense of welcome.
“You disappeared so suddenly… I was very worried.”
Jang Seo-young said that, but I knew the truth. She had been worried at first, but after a few days, she had become so engrossed in my cock that she had all but erased Jin Myeong-woo from her memory.
Jin So-hee also spotted Jin Myeong-woo and spoke in a cold voice.
“Myeong-woo, you disappeared without a word… You’re an adult, are you still going to act like a child?”
“…I’m sorry, Sister.”
Jin Myeong-woo looked like he had much to say, but in the end, he said nothing and simply bowed his head.
It was only then that Seo Ryeo-hwa noticed Wi Dan-wol and the two men behind her, Gwonma and Ma-cheon, and frowned.
“…My disciple, you are traveling with dangerous individuals.”
At that, Gwonma stepped forward with a leisurely smile.
“It has been a long time, Sword Empress. Has it been… sixteen years already?”
Seo Ryeo-hwa responded coldly to Gwonma’s low voice.
“I cannot understand why you are in the Central Plains, nor why you are with my disciple. Disciple, what is the meaning of this?”
I glanced around. The gazes of passersby were beginning to gather on us.
“Master. It is too crowded here. It would be troublesome if our conversation reached the ears of others.”
Seo Ryeo-hwa also looked around and slowly nodded.
“…Very well. We have a manor where we are staying. Let us go there.”
“Understood.”
I nodded, and our group quietly followed her.
*
It was a magnificent and spacious manor.
Inside a room filled with a faint, pleasant fragrance, everyone sat down quietly. Though we were all gathered in one place, each person’s thoughts were different. Seo Ryeo-hwa did not hide her sharp gaze, while Gwonma and Ma-cheon, despite the unfamiliar atmosphere, scanned their surroundings with relaxed expressions.
And the one to break the silence first was, surprisingly, Wi Dan-wol.
Suddenly, she shot up from her seat, clasped her hands neatly, and bowed her head toward Jang Seo-young.
“Mother! I, Wi Dan-wol, your daughter-in-law, offer my greetings to my mother-in-law!”
“……What?”
Jang Seo-young was momentarily speechless.
The other women also looked bewildered, their eyes fixed on Wi Dan-wol. And Jin Myeong-woo, who was right next to her, stared with wide eyes and a gaping mouth.
“Dan-wol, that’s—”
Just as I was about to speak, Wi Dan-wol bowed deeply to Jang Seo-young again and smiled sweetly.
“My Lord and I… have already formed a bond akin to marriage. I have given him my body and soul, so although my formal greetings are late, I felt I must offer them…♡”
Only then did Jang Seo-young look at me blankly and open her mouth.
“…Seo-yun?”
I shrugged, feigning helplessness.
“It just sort of happened.”
Her sudden outburst had thrown a wrench in my plans.
I didn’t intend to reveal it like this.
I glanced at Wi Dan-wol out of the corner of my eye. She sat there with a look of utter satisfaction. Her head was held high, and she was even smiling as if she had something to boast about.
I treat her kindly for a few days, and she immediately forgets her place.
It seemed I would have to punish her a bit more severely this time.
Next to her, however, Jin Myeong-woo was trembling, his face pale as a sheet. His head was bowed low, his lips quivering uncontrollably.
“When… what is this… Is this a dream…?”
The man was clearly in a state of panic.
I ignored him as if he were insignificant and formally introduced Wi Dan-wol.
“Dan-wol is the Young Cult Leader of the Heavenly Demon Cult, which is to say, the daughter of the Cheonma. And these two gentlemen are elders of the Heavenly Demon Cult, Lord Gwonma and Lord Ma-cheon.”
The moment those words left my lips, the atmosphere in the room froze solid.
With the exception of Seo Ryeo-hwa, the women’s faces changed almost simultaneously. Jang Seo-young’s hand, which was lifting a teacup, trembled, and Jin So-hee’s eyes went wide as she failed to close her mouth. Seol-hee flinched, her eyes filled with wariness as she looked at Wi Dan-wol.
Their reaction was only natural. The Heavenly Demon Cult. To the martial artists of the Central Plains, it was a name like an old nightmare.
“…I see.”
Jang Seo-young barely managed to say, her voice trembling. Then she quietly lowered her head and brought the teacup to her lips.
Watching her, Wi Dan-wol smiled sweetly once more.
“From now on… I will visit you often by your side, Mother. As your daughter-in-law, I may be lacking… but I will do my best♡”
At those words, Jang Seo-young subtly averted her gaze, unable to say anything.
She’s really uncontrollable.
I sighed inwardly. But for some reason, I didn’t find her detestable. On the contrary, her every action was entertaining, keeping things from getting boring.
As an awkward and heavy silence descended, Seo Ryeo-hwa quietly spoke.
“…Will you explain the situation, my disciple?”
“Of course.”
I quietly lifted my teacup. A faint aroma tickled my nose, and a warm energy flowed down my throat. After setting the cup down, I slowly began to speak.
“I will tell you what has happened so far.”
I said that, but I had no intention of revealing everything. Ma-cheon and Gwonma were present. I carefully concealed the few things they shouldn't know, mixing just the right amount of truth and lies as I spoke.