Chapter 12
Chapter 12
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 12
Chapter Title: The Mad Dog Comes (2)
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Namgung Hye drew closer to the thatched hut, one cautious step at a time, holding her breath.
She could see an open window facing her direction.
First, she'd peek through there to check on her mother, then figure out some way to...
[Yes♥ Deeper♥]
She froze.
The motion of Namgung Hye craning her neck toward the window halted abruptly.
'Mother's voice...'
Up close, it sounded like honey dripping from her lips. As if this were...
'Her coquettishly begging a man...?'
With a bewildered expression, she glanced up at the window.
She could see inside from there, yet something deep in her heart warned her not to.
[Nngh! Deeper inside!]
'Young Master Kang...?'
Mixed in with her mother's ecstatic cries was unmistakably Kang Yun's voice.
Just moments ago, it had been the same gentle tone as always: "Lady Namgung is doing well. She asked me to pass on her regards to the young lady."
That reassuring, kind voice now sounded utterly different.
[So-young, how about thrusting in from above?]
[Womb♥ Womb-pounding fuck♥ It feels so gooood...!]
Slap slap
The shocking conversation was punctuated by the sound of flesh smacking against flesh.
Namgung Hye clamped her trembling hand over her mouth to stifle her scream.
'Why...?'
Her refined mother was uttering vulgar words no courtesan would dare, clinging to a young man.
[So-young, squeeze your pussy tighter! Milk my cum!]
[Yesss♥ Young lord♥ Young lord's cock, nnngh♥, I'll squeeze it tight!]
She was shamelessly using the pet name reserved only for her father.
Spewing slang without restraint, lost in pleasure.
Namgung Hye slowly backed away. Not to avoid being caught.
For a moment, she was sure she'd gone mad. It had to be because she'd once stumbled upon her younger sibling's hidden erotic painting behind the bookshelf.
If she put some distance between herself and the house, then approached again, surely her mother would be back to normal.
And when she told her what she'd heard, she'd scold her harshly for even thinking such things.
As if mocking her hopes, the sounds of their lovemaking grew even more intense.
[So-young, I'm about to cum. Where should I do it?]
[Inside♥ Fill So-young up inside♥]
Namgung Hye's breathing grew ragged, tears welling in her eyes.
Who was that woman, so eagerly accepting another man's seed into her belly?
Where had Eon So-young gone—the matriarch of the Namgung family, her own mother, a peak expert and righteous heroine of the martial world?
Who was that woman, panting beneath a young man's cock, offering up the most precious place a woman has without hesitation?
Namgung Hye could only sink into despair.
If she'd known about the Chastity Seal, she might have pulled herself together a little. But she had no way of knowing.
[Here it comes! Get pregnant!]
[Make me pregnant♥ Flood my baby room with your baby batter♥]
As Namgung Hye fled the spot in despair, the vulgar sounds still echoed in her ears.
Her vision blurred with tears, she had no idea where to go.
"Gonna cum again! Take it all!"
"Haaaang♥"
Spurt spurt spurt
Once more, semen from his balls rode the prostate express toward her womb, off on its journey to find an egg.
It might panic upon arrival to find no sperm army left to pierce the egg's membrane, but hey, the troops had been dispatched.
"Haa, haa..."
Eon So-young lay sprawled, semen dribbling from between her legs.
After three weeks of relentless pounding, she'd reaped the full benefits of the Ascending Immortal Art.
Her already fair skin now glowed with even more luster, her inner energy purer than ever.
Her breasts and hips had grown fuller, her flesh softer yet more resilient.
She hadn't been unattractive before, but it was like upgrading from a 90 to a perfect 100.
The thought of her becoming even more beautiful and sex-optimized by my cock made me hard again, but regrettably, the sun was setting.
"I'll go check on the young lady Namgung. We need dinner, after all."
Hearing her daughter's name, Eon So-young yanked a blanket from the corner to cover herself.
Realizing she was shamelessly exposing her lewd body in this situation suddenly embarrassed her.
"I'll be right back."
"...Go ahead."
Once outside, I tidied up the sound barrier array near the house, noticing one of the stones forming it had shifted out of place.
The array was great in every way except its weakness to physical force—disrupt the alignment, and it lost its effect.
Nearby, I saw a forearm-thick branch snapped in half; it must have knocked the stone askew.
I reset it to its original position for now and went to fetch dinner. I could activate it properly when I returned.
Walking slowly to let my erection subside, I spotted smoke rising from a cooking fire in the distance.
Master's probably taking good care of his own meals, right?
He proudly called himself the Color Blood Demon for his pursuit of virgin blood, a total psycho. But to me, he was a benefactor.
Imagine getting isekai'd into this godforsaken world with no connections, scraping by as an outsider—how resentful would I be?
Entertainment here's ridiculously limited too. Go, chess, maybe. A few years of barely eating your fill and doing nothing else? You'd want to off yourself.
Yet Master taught me powerful martial arts suited to my constitution and turned me into a cock genius.
Shouldn't I at least kneel and lick his shoes for that?
Lost in such thoughts, I reached the kitchen. Master was waiting for me out front.
"Oh, perfect timing. Yun, after dinner, come to my place. I've got something important to discuss."
This bastard dares confiscate my sex time?
I took dinner from Namgung Hye and delivered it to Eon So-young, telling her it'd take a while, so she should just wash up and sleep.
Namgung Hye's attitude toward me felt a bit off, but not enough to worry about.
Probably just her period or something.
"Master, I'm here."
"Come in."
With his permission, I opened the door. The space inside was worlds apart from where Eon So-young or I lived.
"Whoa..."
Scattered everywhere were ink drawings depicting the recommended intercourse positions from the Ascending Immortal Art manual.
"Ahem, no need for dramatics. Sit down."
"Master, I respect you. If this isn't disciple love, what is?"
Master had already mastered every stance of our sect's martial arts. No reason for him to draw these otherwise.
Meaning these were all traces of his painstaking efforts to teach me.
"Flattery won't get you more. You sly rascal..."
Master turned his head away, subtly pleased. Ugh, old man's tsundere act at this age...
"I didn't call you to brag. Listen carefully; this is important."
"Yes, Master."
I straightened up, nodding once to show I was ready to hear him out.
Master nodded back and spoke.
"It's time for you to leave the mountain."
"Pardon?"
His explanation went like this.
Peak experts on his level, dubbed the Three Venerables Beyond Heaven, the strongest in the martial world.
Among them, the Martial Alliance Leader and Huangbo Family's former patriarch, Sword Saint Huangbo Un-geom, was hunting Master.
Master always chose flight over confrontation, turning it into a decades-long game of hide-and-seek.
"Doesn't mean I'm weaker than him. There's just a reason I can't settle it once and for all."
A peer expert focused solely on evasion left even the Sword Saint helpless.
And that's where I came in.
"If he learns you're my disciple, he'll stop at nothing to kill you. He's a mad dog like that."
Master was the criminal, sure, but years of evasion had built up some resentment.
It was normal to get heated when your opponent was at best equal, at worst half a level below.
"Why haven't you killed him yet...?"
"He listens to reason. If I kill Huangbo Un-geom and his Five Absolutes underlings rampage, it'd be too much even for me."
Pulling the trigger on a righteous-demonic war with orthodox hands? The martial world would plunge into chaos.
Master didn't want that. He loved peace because it bred more beautiful virgins—his trash logic, but right conclusion.
"Kill off the Five Absolutes too, and without me lifting a finger, the demonic sects led by the Demonic Cult would take over."
Unorthodox weren't unorthodox for nothing. Their penchant for violence would tank public safety...
'And reduce beautiful virgins, yeah.'
"Huangbo Un-geom hates me, but he knows full well that unorthodox forces currently outmatch the orthodox."
So, at least until he kills Master, the Sword Saint won't declare all-out war on the unorthodox.
"That's why you need to leave the mountain. In three days, he'll show up here."
"If I just hide quietly..."
"He's a mad dog. Some animal instinct might sniff you out and recognize you. Your best bet—only bet—is to run far away."
No matter how much stronger Master claimed to be, protecting me in a fight he couldn't finish against the Sword Saint would be tough.
"If I'd gotten this intel later, I'd have killed Huangbo Un-geom already. But three days gives us time."
Master handed me a packed bundle.
"Head down at dawn tomorrow. Hide in a crowded town; he'll never find you."
Sichuan was bustling. Much of the trade with southern exotics passed through here—natural.
Hiding there would keep me safe, sure. But I had other priorities.
"Am I going alone?"
"Yes. That mad dog won't stop till he catches a glimpse of my face. Once things settle, I'll come find you."
That wasn't my real question. It showed on my face; Master narrowed his eyes.
"Gone soft after all that pillow talk, have you?"
"...My apologies."
What about Eon So-young and Namgung Hye—specifically Eon So-young's situation? Tough, as expected.
"Sharing beds, you might think she's grown attached watching her cling to you."
Pausing there, Master emphasized his next words.
"But we are yin-bound, lust demons. We may succumb to pleasure and accept a woman, but it never turns to true affection."
"I'll keep that in mind."
After glaring at me for a while, Master softened.
"You leave at dawn, so get some rest."
I bowed deeply, turned to open the door and leave. Then Master called from behind.
"But even if you cultivate all night, it won't matter much."
My hand froze on the door. I spoke without turning.
"...Understood, Master."
His final permission for sex—a rebuke of my foolish thoughts, but granting one last goodbye.
I tossed the bundle in my room and raced to Eon So-young's house with Dragon Soaring Steps.