Chapter 602: Daoist Yin-Yang Manual[R-18] (147)
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 602: Daoist Yin-Yang Manual[R-18] (147)
It was the fourth day since I had attacked and taken over the home of a small family on the outskirts of Jinan. The family head’s daughter and her mother were already completely tamed, serving as my personal tools for sexual release.
“Ooooh…♡”
“Eek… M-Master… no more… ahn♡”
After being fucked relentlessly for four days, the mother and daughter now lived only to cry and laugh for me. I had also kidnapped and raped other famously beautiful women from around the Shandong region.
And for some reason, Seo Ryeo-hwa and Bi-yeon’s behavior had changed ever since I told them I loved them. On the surface, they acted as they always had, but underneath lay something difficult to explain.
Had that one phrase—I love you—truly changed them?
That day… I remember feeling, without even realizing it, that I genuinely loved them.
The memory surfaced unexpectedly, and my lips curled into a smile.
Suddenly, I sensed an unfamiliar presence outside.
“My… my lord.”
From across the room, I pushed the door open with my qi. As it swung wide, the family head’s gaze briefly flickered to his wife and daughter panting beneath me, but he quickly lowered his head without a word and continued.
“A woman has come to see you. She… calls herself a handmaiden to the mistress of the Hwangbo clan.”
“Bring her here at once.”
A moment later, the woman who entered the room was the handmaiden sent by Du Seol. She was a pristine beauty of about twenty-eight. She didn’t seem like a simple servant; I could feel the internal energy in her dantian.
She knelt on the floor and bowed her head respectfully.
“I am So-hwa, a handmaiden in service to Lady Du Seol. My lady sent this letter for you herself.”
“Bring it to me.”
So-hwa respectfully offered the letter with both hands. I took it and broke the seal.
[My love, Ak So-cheong, the eldest daughter of the Shandong Ak Clan, has arrived. Also, the handmaiden is my gift to you, so please feel free to use her as you wish. Think of her as me and use her to your heart’s content.]
As soon as I finished reading, I let out a smirk and tossed the paper aside.
“So-hwa, tell Du Seol to proceed with the wedding between Ak So-cheong and Hwangbo Sam as quickly as possible.”
“I understand… my lord. However…”
“What is it?”
The handmaiden hesitated for a moment, then bit her lip and asked.
“If I may be so bold as to ask… what is the relationship between you… and my lady?”
I narrowed my eyes, looking down at her.
“An impudent handmaiden. How dare you pry into your master’s private affairs.”
“My apologies if I have overstepped…”
I slowly twisted my lips into a smirk.
“Well, I suppose I can tell you that much. The lecher who violated Du Seol… was none other than me.”
“……!”
The color drained from So-hwa’s face.
“You look shocked. Is it so hard to believe that your mistress is colluding with a lecher?”
“N-No, it’s not that…”
“Don’t deny it. Your expression says it all.”
I smiled crudely and slowly pulled my cock out from the wet cunt of the woman still pinned beneath me. Her vaginal walls clung to me as if hanging on until the very last moment, then let go with a wet, squelching sound. A sticky trail of semen and vaginal fluid trickled down her thigh.
I brought the glistening head of my cock, slick with semen, right in front of her face.
“My cock is dirty. Clean it.”
“I-I only came to deliver my lady’s message… Anything more…”
“Anything more?”
I tapped her lips with the head of my cock. A sticky drop of semen slid down and dripped onto her chin.
“Your mistress is already my sex slave. If she sent you to me, isn’t the reason obvious?”
At my words, So-hwa’s eyes trembled violently.
“I… I…”
“Now, clean it with that mouth of yours.”
As the cool command left my lips, So-hwa’s lips began to quiver. Finally, she slowly closed her eyes and bowed her head in resignation. The tip of her tongue peeked out from between her red lips and touched the head of my cock, the semen soaking her tongue.
“As expected of a handmaiden. Your tongue work isn’t half bad.”
I grabbed a fistful of her hair and forced her head down, shoving my cock deep into her throat.
*
The news of the Three Lust Demons of the Yin Wind, the lechers who had been terrorizing Shandong, suddenly vanished without a trace.
People speculated wildly. Some said the Hwangbo clan had secretly executed them, others that martial artists from all over had joined forces to punish them, and still others believed the lechers had simply had their fun and moved on. But the truth remained a mystery, and in the meantime, the prestige of the Hwangbo clan continued to plummet.
The family head’s roar echoed through the hall, shaking the walls.
“You still haven’t found any trace of those lecherous bastards?!”
The vassals all bowed their heads in unison.
“We are sorry, my lord… We have already requested help from numerous sects and clans and have searched everywhere, but we have not found a single clue.”
“Not a single clue?! What in the hell have you all been doing?!”
Hwangbo Cheon’s eyes blazed like fire.
“They defiled my wife and vanished without a trace. And that’s not all! Rumors are spreading that women all over Shandong have been victimized, yet you haven’t even caught a shadow of them… Does that make any sense to you?!”
The vassals held their breath and bowed even lower. No one dared to step forward, all of them simply hoping for the family head’s fury to pass.
In the suffocating silence, an elder spoke up cautiously.
“My lord, I fear the clan’s authority will be dragged through the mud if this continues. Rumors are already circulating in the martial world that the Hwangbo clan can’t even catch a single lecher.”
At his words, the other elders nodded as if they had no choice but to agree.
“He is right. Moreover, this incident is connected to what happened to the Mistress, and we are concerned that the clan’s honor will be severely damaged in many ways.”
Instantly, a deep frown creased Hwangbo Cheon’s thick brow. As someone who had witnessed his wife’s condition firsthand, the failure to capture the lecher was not just the clan’s disgrace, but his own personal wound.
“Do not… bring that up!”
As the family head’s roar filled the great hall, a silence so heavy one could barely breathe descended. Everyone froze, their heads bowed.
Just then, the doors to the hall creaked open.
“The Mistress…!”
The vassals’ surprised voices filled the air.
The person who slowly walked in was Du Seol. She had powdered her face to create a pale complexion and entered breathing heavily, like a sick woman.
“My husband…”
Her faint, trembling voice echoed through the hall.
“How long do you intend to waste time, being pushed around by this matter with the lecher? Besides… I heard you haven’t even met with Lady Ak, who has come all this way to marry our son.”
Hwangbo Cheon turned his head, his face frozen.
“That is…”
“If this continues, the family’s reputation will only keep falling. I believe the right thing to do is to act as if nothing is wrong and quietly carry on with our duties.”
Hwangbo Cheon’s eyes filled with deep pity. His wife, defiled by a lecher, was still worrying about the family’s future and trying to set her husband straight.
She was once known as the “Beauty Under the Moon,” a woman whose name had resounded throughout the martial world. Praised for her noble character and unparalleled beauty, she was now dragging her frail body to speak up for the family’s well-being. The sight of her filled the hearts of everyone in the hall with sorrow and solemnity.
Just then, a vassal stepped forward and spoke.
“The Mistress is right. We have been too fixated on catching the lecher. Punishing that bastard can wait. What’s more important now is to show the entire world that the Hwangbo clan still stands at the center of the martial world.”
Hearing this, Hwangbo Cheon closed his eyes for a moment and took a deep breath. He soon nodded and responded in a low voice.
“You are right. I cannot allow my obsession with revenge to shake the foundations of our family.”
Du Seol managed a faint smile.
“Once the family’s name and authority are restored, the lecher will surely face divine punishment. But for now, holding a grand wedding with the Ak clan to restore our family’s prestige must come first.”
The elders and vassals all nodded in unison. Everyone agreed with Du Seol’s wise judgment.
Hwangbo Cheon, his resolve now firm, commanded in a decisive voice.
“The wedding with the Ak clan will be held as soon as possible. Contact the other sects and families and send them letters inviting them to attend. And…”
His gaze turned icy as he continued.
“We must let the entire martial world know. The Hwangbo clan remains unshaken, and anyone who dares to disgrace us will surely pay the price. To that end, I will personally clean up the riffraff from the nearby Demonic Factions.”
His words held more than just a simple desire for revenge. The self-blame for failing to catch the lecher weighed heavily on his heart, and above all, the humiliation his wife had suffered had returned to him as personal shame, rage, and a sense of powerlessness. That rage was now just looking for a target.
“First, root out all the Demonic Faction members and spies in the area. We will deal with all of them before the wedding.”
“Yes, my lord!”
As the order was given, the vassals moved as one.
*
Ak So-cheong was quietly savoring tea in the Hwangbo clan’s guest room when she let out a long sigh.
“How much longer must I wait like this?”
The guards who had accompanied her to Jinan had long since returned to her clan. Normally, she would have brought her own handmaidens to attend to her and her guards would have remained by her side, but her family’s circumstances were not good, so they all had to leave.
Fortunately, the Hwangbo clan had assigned a dedicated handmaiden to her, so it wasn’t too inconvenient. It was just that, since the girl wasn’t one of her own people, she felt unconsciously self-conscious.
Ak So-cheong held out her teacup to the handmaiden waiting respectfully beside her.
“So-hwa, another cup, please.”
“Yes, my lady.”
As she watched So-hwa carefully approach and pour the tea, Ak So-cheong suddenly tilted her head.
That’s strange… I feel like she’s gotten a little taller. Is it just my imagination…
Just then, a cough, followed by a man’s voice, came from outside the door.
“Ahem… Excuse me. May I come in?”
Hearing the unfamiliar voice, Ak So-cheong paused and turned her gaze toward the door. She calmly set down her teacup and asked.
“Pardon me, but may I ask who you are?”
But the door was thrown open without any courtesy, and a large-framed man strode in. He was tall, but his lack of discipline was evident in his flabby muscles, and a smile thick with arrogance was plastered on his face.
“Heh heh, I am Hwangbo Sam, the man who will be your husband.”
At his words, Ak So-cheong’s eyes twitched subtly. But she quickly composed her expression, forced a graceful smile, and offered her greetings.
“It is a pleasure to meet you. I am Ak So-cheong of the Shandong Ak Clan.”
Hwangbo Sam’s eyes darted around the room. His gaze lingered crudely on the spot where she was sitting before he walked over and plopped down insolently across from her.
“I have heard your name for a long time. A peerless beauty with exceptional martial arts… Heh heh, to think I would be taking such a beauty as my wife.”
His tone was less a compliment and more like a hunter drooling over his prey. A surge of anger rose within Ak So-cheong, but she kept her head bowed quietly.
“You are too kind. The wedding is the will of our two families, and I am merely following it.”
As So-hwa cautiously approached to pour tea, Hwangbo Sam snatched the teapot from her hand, sloppily poured a cup for himself, and gulped it down in one go.
“I don’t know what’s so great about this tea.”
Ak So-cheong’s face hardened. An ill-mannered lout from top to bottom… just as the rumors said. But she couldn’t show her feelings, so she forced her voice to remain calm.
“It would be better if you were to observe a little more etiquette.”
Hwangbo Sam chuckled and waved his hand.
“Etiquette? Haha, we’ll be husband and wife soon. Can’t we dispense with such pointless formalities?”
“Observing etiquette is not a mere formality, but a sign of mutual respect.”
Hwangbo Sam snorted at her words, then brazenly lowered his gaze to scan her cleavage.
“Hmph, trust in the martial world… what a joke. In the end, power decides everything. Weren’t you sold off to our Hwangbo clan because you have no power? Things like etiquette and respect are luxuries shared only among the powerful.”
Ak So-cheong swallowed her indignation, but she couldn’t stop the sorrow that welled up from deep within her heart.
Hwangbo Sam rested his chin on his hand as if mocking her silence and said.
“Besides, liquor is more fitting than this bland tea. My lady, wouldn’t it be faster to build affection by sharing a drink? Hey, you! Go and bring some good liquor and snacks.”
“Yes, sir.”
So-hwa replied cautiously and hurried out of the room.
For a moment, the room fell silent. Seizing the opportunity, Hwangbo Sam slowly shifted his body, moving to sit right next to Ak So-cheong. The intentionally close distance was so short she could feel his breath.
“Young Master, please keep some distance.”
“We’ll be married in a few days anyway. What’s there to be so uncomfortable about?”
Just as his hand began to slither toward her thigh, the door opened and So-hwa entered with a tray of liquor. Hwangbo Sam showed no sign of stopping. If anything, his eyes gleamed with even more blatant lust.
Ak So-cheong pulled away, casting him a cold glare.
“Stop it.”
At Ak So-cheong’s firm voice, Hwangbo Sam glared at her for a moment, then twisted his lips and muttered under his breath.
“Resisting like this… won’t do your family any good, you know.”
His tone was now close to a threat, and he had dropped all honorifics, speaking to her roughly.
Ak So-cheong spoke clearly, her voice laced with suppressed fury.
“If you think you can treat my heart and body as you please just because we are to be wed, you are gravely mistaken.”
Hwangbo Sam clicked his tongue and sneered.
“Tsk, playing hard to get because you have a pretty face? Fine. I’ll be patient until the wedding. …Now, pour me a drink.”
“…I am not a courtesan.”
At that, Hwangbo Sam’s eyes narrowed.
“You’re going to refuse this too? It seems you want me to just go back, is that it?”
In the end, Ak So-cheong had no choice but to pick up the liquor bottle and carefully pour a drink into his cup.
Hwangbo Sam glanced at her fingertips with a sinister smile. As soon as she set the cup down, he roughly snatched the bottle and began to pour a drink into the cup in front of her. In the process, his fingertips brushed lightly over the cup, and he dropped something into it, so subtly that no one would have noticed.
“To our future… let’s have a toast.”
The voice that Hwangbo Sam uttered as he pushed the cup toward Ak So-cheong was slick and damp, and his eyes held a murky, ominous gleam.
At that moment, the eyes of So-hwa, who was standing behind them, curved into crescents, as if she were watching a fascinating spectacle.