Chapter 631: Daoist Yin-Yang Manual[R-18] (176)
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 631: Daoist Yin-Yang Manual[R-18] (176)
After enjoying an hour of blissful pleasure with my women, I located the pursuit squad and returned. The place where we’d had sex was a good half-day’s journey away.
To create the illusion that I had dragged my severely wounded body far away to escape, I deliberately inflicted injuries all over myself. My clothes were tattered and soaked in blood, and I staggered into their formation, breathing in ragged gasps.
Then, I fell weakly to my knees and collapsed to the ground.
“Sir Jin!!”
“Hk… I’m sorry… The two of them… I couldn’t save them in the end…”
In an instant, the faces of the pursuit squad members twisted in unison. Sorrow, anger, and despair mingled as cries of grief erupted from all around.
“Ah, Master…!”
“Kuh… Dammit…!”
The screams of the Mount Hua Sect disciples and the desperate wails of the Shaolin members echoed across the mountainside.
Just then, Oh Ha-rang, clutching the stomach where Bi-yeon had struck her, approached with a cold glint in her eyes.
“…But you. How did you manage to escape from those monstrous women?”
Her frigid words silenced the area in an instant. A few gazes, then more, turned toward me, growing heavier by the second.
“That… That’s because I… was lacking…”
Oh Ha-rang took another step closer.
“No matter how I look at it, this is strange. Two masters of the Transformation Realm are dead, yet you’re the only one who came back alive? Do you really think that makes any sense?”
Suddenly, Danri Hyeon stepped forward and raised his voice.
“Miss Oh! Isn’t that an excessive assumption? He is the disciple of the Sword Empress!”
At the mention of the Sword Empress, Oh Ha-rang’s eyes wavered. But she quickly regained her composure and glared at me with sharp eyes once more.
“…Just because he’s the Sword Empress’s disciple doesn’t mean he can’t be a traitor. Even a righteous master can have a corrupt disciple.”
The very air grew heavy and sank.
Oh Ha-rang’s statement was a clear attack aimed at me. The remaining members of the pursuit squad watched cautiously, gauging my reaction.
I deliberately trembled my shoulders and bowed my head low.
‘As I thought… I expected this kind of suspicion.’
But I didn’t make any excuses. Instead, I remained silent and avoided their gazes, creating the image of someone who was wronged, yet simultaneously hiding something.
“Look at that… He can’t say a word. He’s definitely hiding something!”
In that moment, even Danri Hyeon, who had been defending me, began to waver.
“…Sir Jin, do you have nothing to say?”
The surrounding squad members also began to murmur.
“It really is… strange that he’s the only one who came back alive.”
“But he’s the Sword Empress’s disciple…”
“Could it be…”
The atmosphere was rapidly turning sour.
Oh Ha-rang did not miss the opportunity.
“For what reason did those monstrous lechers let you, and only you, live?”
I remained silent for a moment, then bit my lip and lowered my head. As if I didn't want to speak, but could no longer bear the false accusation, I let out a trembling voice.
“Hk… The truth is…”
Everyone held their breath. Oh Ha-rang’s voice cut through the silence like a blade.
“Tell me the truth!”
“…I was… violated by the lechers.”
In an instant, the surroundings froze.
“What… What did you say…?”
“They said I was a young, strong… and fresh man… and those bitches… they…”
My voice trailed off, and my hands began to tremble.
“Uh…”
“My god…”
The faces of the Mount Hua disciples hardened, and even the Shaolin monks fidgeted with their lips and averted their eyes.
Danri Hyeon’s eyes widened as he shouted.
“This…! How could the acts of those lechers be so vile! Sir Jin, it is incredible that you managed to survive and return after suffering such a disgrace!”
At his cry, a few others nodded, their eyes turning red. But Oh Ha-rang remained as cold as ever.
“…Right. If they’re lechers, they certainly might do that. But—”
Oh Ha-rang bit her lip and stared straight at me.
“Then why didn’t those women kill you on the spot after violating you?”
I deliberately let my breath hitch and lowered my head.
“That… Hk… Do I really have to say this, too…?”
“Miss Oh! That’s enough!”
Danri Hyeon stepped forward.
“What do you hope to achieve by interrogating Sir Jin, who has just been defiled by those lechers!”
“Be quiet! Can’t you people sense that something is off?”
“Miss Oh!”
“Commander Dan… it’s alright. I’ll… tell you everything.”
I took a deep breath and continued my act. I made my voice tremble, and my eyes appeared to be a mixture of indignation and shame.
“Hoo… The lechers… they said my manhood was large… and that they liked it. So…”
I spoke, acting like a tragic hero.
“They said they’d be back for another taste… and then they deliberately urinated on my body before casually leaving…”
“Good heavens…”
“To suffer such a humiliation…”
“That is enough, Miss Oh.”
Mo-yong Yeon-ah stepped forward. She glared at Oh Ha-rang with cold eyes and raised her voice.
“Young Master Jin has already been violated in body and mind. To push him any further is nothing short of an insult!”
The mood in the air gradually shifted toward sympathy.
Not missing the opportunity, I slowly peeled off my tattered clothes.
“Look… at this. This is the… brand the lechers carved onto my body.”
As the cloth fell to the floor, kiss marks and ink-black graffiti were revealed all over my body.
“Gasp…!”
“To do such a thing…”
“Hk… How could they do something so wicked to a person’s body…!”
Low gasps erupted from all sides. Even Oh Ha-rang looked horrified and averted her gaze.
The words written on my body were nothing special. They were just playful scribbles that Bi-yeon had excitedly written at my request during sex.
[Seed Potency: 10/10♡]
[A monster cock that'd make even a lust demon swoon♡]
[If he were a gigolo, this well-hung man would make every woman in the world weep]
Besides these, there were countless other doodles.
They were meaningless, teasing scribbles, but to the eyes of those looking now, they must have appeared as brands of the most heinous defilement.
I lowered my head, my lips trembling as I muttered.
“…Now… do you believe me?”
“I… I’m sorry…”
With only that, Oh Ha-rang couldn’t bear the glares of the crowd and walked away as if fleeing toward where the women of the Sochumyeolsalmun were gathered. The interesting thing was, even those women were looking at me with pity in their eyes.
I quickly scanned their appearances, making sure not to get caught.
‘When I first heard about the Sochumyeolsalmun from Ryeo-hwa, I thought they were just some modern-day radical feminist group. But…’
I recalled the backstory Seo Ryeo-hwa had added. The martial art that all former disciples of the Sochumyeolsalmun commonly practiced was the Seonnyeogong. On the surface, it was a martial art for cosmetic purposes, to cultivate beauty, but its origins were far more brutal.
To use one’s beautiful appearance as bait to execute any lecher who approached. That was its original purpose. But over time, it became distorted and radicalized, solidifying into a brutal practice of cutting down any man, lecher or not.
‘They all still look like virgins. Untouched gems, every one of them… A veritable feast.’
I hid my thoughts behind a sly inner smile, all while continuing to act out my shame and humiliation on the outside.
Just then, Mo-yong Yeon-ah rushed over and draped a piece of clothing over my shoulders. Her eyes were moist, and her voice trembled with anger and pity.
“Has everyone forgotten that Young Master Jin stayed behind to the very end so that we could escape?! How could you possibly doubt such a person!”
At her cry, the martial artists gathered here avoided each other’s eyes and lowered their heads.
‘Good job, my Yeon-ah.’
Mo-yong Yeon-ah had grasped the situation perfectly and was directing the mood like a flawless supporting actress on a stage.
Now, they wouldn’t be able to doubt anything I did.
Why? Because I was the victim.
No one could possibly imagine that a master of the Transformation Realm would willingly brand himself with such marks.
‘All martial artists, without exception, value their honor and pride as much as their own lives. Whether they’re from the Orthodox Faction or the Demonic Faction, a master or a novice… that’s an unchanging truth.’
The very idea of willingly inviting humiliation upon oneself would never even enter their minds. Confident in this, I slowly turned my head to look toward Oh Ha-rang.
She was glancing my way, looking flustered.
‘If you have a shred of humanity… you must feel sorry, right? I saved your life, and because of your useless suspicion, I had to suffer this humiliation… If you have even a minimal conscience, I expect you’d feel some guilt.’
The ripples caused by her suspicion had, ironically, become a powerful weapon for me.
*
To avoid the lechers who might be pursuing them, the pursuit squad moved quietly, dragging their injured bodies along. They deliberately avoided villages, based on the opinion that the lechers might bring harm to the villagers.
Their first destination was Hefei. From there, they said they planned to take the squad members who had been affected by my sexual aura to the Namgung Clan estate on Mount Huangshan. The problem was the large number of injured, which inevitably slowed their pace.
Before a full day had passed, their faces were etched with fatigue. Amidst it all, the squad members kept glancing at me. Their eyes were a mixture of pity and sympathy.
Just then, Mo-yong Yeon-ah carefully approached my side.
“Jin-rang.”
Her whispering voice was quiet.
“Did you really need to go so far as to mark your body with those words just to fool them?”
I turned my head to look at her. Genuine worry was etched in her eyes. She probably didn’t like seeing my reputation tarnished.
I found that a little cute.
“Why not? It’s fun.”
“Really… Jin-rang, you can be so absurd sometimes.”
“This is how you put on a play. This way, no one will doubt me. Look now, who among them would doubt my words?”
Just then, Danri Hyeon approached with some food.
“Sir Jin, are you alright? You should get some rest.”
“I’m fine.”
I waved my hand, smiling nonchalantly. His face was a mixture of respect and guilt.
‘People always have a soft spot for a pitiful hero.’
Danri Hyeon silently placed the food down and returned to his spot.
Mo-yong Yeon-ah quietly lowered her head.
“Honestly, the things you do just to seduce one woman.”
“More importantly, have you gotten friendly with the Sochumyeolsalmun women?”
“A little,” Mo-yong Yeon-ah answered quietly.
“They aren’t particularly hostile as long as you’re not a man. If you just listen to them well, they open up pretty quickly.”
I glanced at Oh Ha-rang and the Sochumyeolsalmun women, who were walking a short distance away from the main group.
“Hmm… I need to get close to them first. How should I go about it?”
“I don’t think you need to worry about that. I talked to them during our break earlier, and they were quite favorable toward you in many ways. A few of them felt sorry for you… and were even showing some subtle interest.”
She shifted her gaze toward the Sochumyeolsalmun women and continued.
“In fact, many of them felt that Miss Oh went too far in questioning you.”
“Interest… That’s surprising. I thought they wouldn’t care less what happened to a man.”
“From what I can see, your face played a part in it too.”
Mo-yong Yeon-ah stared at my face as she spoke.
“And… I have a feeling your tragic hero act stimulated their protective instincts.”
“That’s what I was aiming for with my acting, but… women are truly hard to understand.”
“Women are emotional creatures, you know.”
She shrugged.
“Especially once their emotions are stirred, they can’t be controlled by reason.”