Chapter 595: Daoist Yin-Yang Manual[R-18] (140)
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 595: Daoist Yin-Yang Manual[R-18] (140)
I decided not to stir up trouble and simply waited for things to unfold.
But as time passed, nothing happened.
This bastard… is he being more cautious than I thought?
When I gave him the letter detailing Joo Hyeon-cheong's weakness, I expected him to draw his sword immediately. But days passed, and the prince remained conspicuously quiet.
Then, the emperor suddenly summoned me.
“Your Majesty, Jin Seo-yun, Commander of the Imperial Guard, has come for an audience.”
“Commander. I need the medicine…”
The emperor's vacant, clouded eyes met mine.
He's needing the drug far more frequently than I expected.
At a gesture from the emperor, the attendants moved busily, but when I held out the small vial I had brought, the emperor's face lit up like a child's as he snatched it. His lips trembled, but as soon as he opened the lid, he inhaled its scent before taking a swig. A relieved groan escaped him.
“Huuu… As expected… Commander, without you, I would not have been able to endure this pain.”
I offered a formal smile, but inwardly, I clicked my tongue. At first, once a month was enough. Now, he was asking for it every three days.
It's only a matter of time before his body collapses.
The emperor caught his breath for a moment, then looked at me with unfocused eyes.
“Commander, I have a request for you. The Elixir of Immortality… I need you to find it.”
“The Elixir of Immortality, you say?”
“Yes… At this rate, I can feel that my life is nearing its end. I… want to live.”
I nearly scowled at the emperor's sudden command to find the Elixir of Immortality.
Someone must have mentioned the elixir to the emperor. It's likely a ploy to keep me in check.
I couldn't refuse. It was, after all, the emperor's command.
“This humble servant will stake his life to carry out Your Majesty's command.”
The emperor nodded in satisfaction, but his eyes were already hazy, as if lost in a deep fog.
On my way out after the audience, I summoned Bi-yeon.
“Bi-yeon, go and check on the Second Prince's movements.”
“Understood.”
Her body scattered like the wind, then reappeared before me a moment later, whispering in a low voice.
“He's investigating based on the letter you gave him. He's moving very cautiously, as if he thinks this is his last chance.”
“Tsk, this is going to take some time.”
I immediately headed for Ju Yeon-hwa's quarters.
“Master, my brother Cheong-un's behavior has been strange lately.”
“Is that so?”
I wasn't surprised, since I already knew.
“This isn't something you can just brush off!”
“What's he been up to?”
“I heard he was the one who brought up the Elixir of Immortality to Father, suggesting that you be the one to find it.”
“So it was Joo Cheong-un who mentioned the elixir.”
Ju Yeon-hwa looked at me with anxious eyes.
“Master, you can't just let this go. The ministers are already talking about how you've gained too much of Father's favor. And the Elixir of Immortality is just a legend, isn't it? I don't understand how they can ask you to find it.”
“Don’t worry.”
I raised a hand to calm her.
“If it doesn't exist, I'll just have to make it.”
“Don't tell me… you're planning to present a fake?”
“Even if it's a fake, to those who believe, it becomes real.”
I could find something with a similar effect anywhere. I could even feed the emperor a demon's seed from Yong-Oh-Pae, and it would restore his youth.
But what I want is the emperor's death.
I could just pretend to search for the elixir while I took care of other business. It wasn't like I had anything else to do until the Second Prince made his move.
I should enjoy myself to the fullest before leaving the palace.
I smiled and wrapped my arm around her waist.
“Yeon-hwa, you'll stay here with my other women and do as you're told.”
“Are you planning to leave right away?”
“Yes. I have to at least pretend to be looking for the elixir.”
Ju Yeon-hwa's face hardened. She seemed worried about her brother, Joo Cheong-un. She muttered softly.
“My brother Cheong-un… he's getting on my nerves.”
“Don't worry. The pests will be dealt with soon enough.”
With that, I stripped the silk robe from her body. She was wearing nothing underneath.
“Is it proper for a princess to walk around like a pervert with nothing on underneath?”
“Hee♡ Walking around like this… it's kind of thrilling…♡”
“You've become quite the pervert.”
“It's all thanks to you, Master♡”
She pushed against my chest and climbed on top of me. Her cheeks were flushed red as she brought her hips toward my face, pressing her wet pussy against me. At the same time, she grabbed my cock with one hand and, without hesitation, opened her lips and showered the tip with kisses.
“Mwah… Mwah… Mwah♡”
I spread her pussy with my hands, covered her opening with my lips, and began to suck.
“Ahhhng…♡ Oh, what do I do…♡”
Ju Yeon-hwa's hips trembled and bucked wildly against my face.
*
After my time with Ju Yeon-hwa, I headed to the quarters where my other women were staying.
As I reached the door, I stopped, hearing moans from within. I opened the door a crack and an intimate scene met my eyes.
“Hah…♡ Mother…♡”
“So-hee, shall we kiss?”
“Yes…♡”
Jang Seo-young and Jin So-hee were pressed together, rubbing their pussies, while beside them, Seol-hee and Seo Ryeo-hwa were in a 69 position, pleasuring each other.
“Ngh… Sister Ryeo-hwa…♡”
“Seol-hee, a little lower… yes, right there…♡”
I've been neglecting them for the palace maids, and this is how they've been entertaining themselves.
And there was one person in the room who stood out. It was Wi Dan-wol. She alone was outside this circle of pleasure. She was tied to a chair, her nipples, clitoris, and asshole covered in pink vibrators that were buzzing intensely. A pair of panties was stuffed in her mouth like a gag.
“Mmmph…♡”
As I stepped into the room, all the women's eyes turned to me.
“You're here?”
Jang Seo-young said with a sly smile, caressing Jin So-hee's thigh.
“Yes, Mother. It looks like you were all having quite a bit of fun.”
“You haven't been calling for us lately.”
Jang Seo-young grumbled as Seo Ryeo-hwa wiped her lips and sat up.
“Seo-yun, you've been so busy with other women lately that you've completely forgotten about us.”
“Hm… My apologies?”
At my half-hearted apology, the corner of Seo Ryeo-hwa's mouth curled up, and she immediately pounced on me.
“Girls, let's play with our naughty husband today.”
At her words, the women in the room approached, their eyes gleaming. Even Wi Dan-wol, who I thought was tied up, spat out the gag herself, stood up, and came toward me, drooling.
“Hehe… Darling… to neglect Dan-wol like this… you're so mean.”
Her gaze was dangerously hot and fanatical.
“Alright, neglecting you was my fault.”
There was no need for more words after that. The women swarmed me all at once, and I didn't leave that room for several days.
*
For days on end, whenever he passed the door, the women's sudden moans pierced his ears.
Damn it… That bastard Jin Seo-yun… is he intentionally lowering the Qi barrier whenever I come by?
Especially when the mingled cries of his mother and sister echoed out, his mind would instinctively recall old memories, leaving him dizzy.
And above all, the moans of his beloved Wi Dan-wol. Every time he heard them, a fire raged inside him, and an inexplicable desire boiled up.
Eventually, without realizing it, he developed a habit of settling in the next room and peeking in secret.
The moment he saw Wi Dan-wol's private parts being taken by Jin Seo-yun's massive member, his own body reacted on its own.
He knew he was becoming stranger and stranger. But it was a craving he could no longer suppress.
‘Miss Wi… haah…’
Through the small hole he had secretly made, he once again saw Wi Dan-wol gasping under the assault of that enormous cock. For some reason, the more he watched, the more aroused and beautiful he found the sight.
‘Miss Wi…!’
But because of his Dongjagong, he couldn't even masturbate. His desire mounted, and the humiliation of being unable to release it drove him mad.
‘Ugh… why did I have to learn something like Dongjagong…’
Just then, the moans from inside abruptly stopped. He flinched instinctively and fled back to his own room.
A master of Jin Seo-yun's caliber probably knew exactly what he was doing. To be left alone despite that felt like a taunt, as if Jin Seo-yun were declaring, ‘No matter how much you watch, she's mine in the end.’
The fact was humiliating and disgraceful, but there was nothing he could do.
It was then.
“Jin Myeong-woo, are you in there?”
The voice came from outside the door. It was Joo Cheong-un.
Jin Myeong-woo's shoulders flinched. He quickly wiped away his tears and straightened his posture.
“Yes, Your Highness.”
The door opened, and Joo Cheong-un walked in slowly.
“My apologies for the sudden visit. I came because I have something to discuss with you.”
“With me?”
He had been ostracized ever since arriving at the palace, so Jin Myeong-woo couldn't help but be suspicious of Joo Cheong-un, who had suddenly appeared claiming he had something to say.
“You must have felt it too. Your brother, Jin Seo-yun, is consuming the imperial palace.”
Jin Myeong-woo's eyes wavered at those words. Joo Cheong-un stepped closer and whispered.
“From what I've seen, I know you harbor a deep animosity toward him…”
He paused, then took a small scroll from his pocket and handed it over.
“What's this?”
“I am bestowing upon you the position of Secret Inspector, which Jin Seo-yun once held. Use this position to monitor Jin Seo-yun and those around him.”
His mind was a mess. He hesitated, unable to decide whether to obey the prince's proposal to spy on the devilish Jin Seo-yun, or to report this to Jin Seo-yun himself.
“Do you intend to remain silent after having the one you love stolen by Jin Seo-yun?”
“That's…”
Joo Cheong-un didn't break the silence, observing Jin Myeong-woo's expression for a long time. Seeing the young man's face, a mixture of anxiety, anger, and shame, he nodded.
“I understand your hesitation. But how long do you plan to live in agony? Take my hand. If you do, you can achieve anything you desire.”
“Anything…?”
“Yes. The woman you love, power, everything you dream of.”
“Why… are you making me this offer?”
A cold smile touched Joo Cheong-un's lips.
“First, because you harbor a stronger animosity toward Jin Seo-yun than anyone else. Second, because you are a master martial artist. And…”
He paused, then said in an icy voice, “Third, because right now, you are more desperate than anyone. A man consumed by jealousy, humiliation, and suppressed desire is easy to handle, and also has a way of becoming stronger.”
Joo Cheong-un pressed the scroll into Jin Myeong-woo's hand and whispered one last time.
“Make your choice. Will you live your whole life as a loser, or will you forge a new path?”
Jin Myeong-woo took a deep breath. Wi Dan-wol's moans, Jin Seo-yun's attitude, and his own desires swirled together in his mind. Finally, he looked up at Joo Cheong-un and slowly nodded.
“I accept. But I have one condition. I want a secret manual from the palace archives related to Dongjagong.”
“Dongjagong…?”
“Yes. The martial art I practice is Dongjagong. I don't know if Your Highness is aware of its restrictions, but I cannot engage in any sexual activity until I reach the Profound Realm. …If there is a way to solve that, I will pledge my loyalty.”
“Very well. I will search the archives and find a way for you. There must be a way to break the shackles of Dongjagong.”
At those words, Jin Myeong-woo's eyes widened. Hope flared, and at the same time, he vaguely realized he was now on a path of no return. But even that realization felt sweet.
When the door closed, Jin Myeong-woo sat alone in the room, clutching the scroll. His fingertips were trembling slightly.
‘If I can really… break this restriction…’
He lost himself in a fantasy: Wi Dan-wol in another man's arms, her face flushed, her hips moving. And beside them, himself, powerless to do anything but get aroused and masturbate to the sight.