Chapter 145
Chapter 145
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 145
Chapter Title: Revealing Myself (2)
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Ah, I'm gonna die.
Showing my erect dick to Young Ho-kyeong once and thinking I'm gonna die? Of course not.
'Actually, it's great.'
I could proudly show off my rarely seen massive cock to anyone.
I just hide it because society doesn't allow otherwise.
The only reason I was struggling was that I couldn't devour the delicious body right in front of me.
"I-if you're not hurt, get up."
The moment Young Ho-kyeong saw my dick, she raised her hand to cover herself.
Her breasts were one thing, but that chewy rice cake of an ass couldn't be hidden by a single palm.
Even with her hand up, it didn't cover much more, and the bonus points from her embarrassed face were no joke.
Throb.
I immediately sat up and started taking off my top.
"W-what are you doing?"
As Young Ho-kyeong backed away hesitantly, I approached even faster.
"W-why are you suddenly doing this? If you come any closer...!"
"Here, at least put this on."
"...Huh?"
Young Ho-kyeong, who couldn't tear her eyes away from my dick, finally understood when I held out my clothes. Her face flushed red as she took them.
There was no way to hide my dick, but I put on the world's sweetest expression.
'I have no dirty thoughts. I'm sweetness itself. What's sex? Does it mean eating chicken?'
I kept up the relentless self-hypnosis.
If this self-hypnosis broke and I lost control of myself, I might end up as the Demonic Cult Leader's son-in-law in about a month!
"Th-thank you..."
Seeing Young Ho-kyeong awkwardly express her gratitude while wearing my baggy clothes made my dick twitch again.
It had taken a month to get here, and during the journey, my master had drilled me so hard that I hadn't even thought about sex.
Just a few days after arriving, my lust had been as tame as a lamb under my control. Yes, had been.
'I'm screwed.'
But now that I'd seen Young Ho-kyeong's body, my lust was raging wildly, trying to take over.
My mind kept veering toward sex angles.
"Y-Young Lady Ho-kyeong..."
"I took some internal injuries but won't die. Getting ambushed right after a sacred spar— as a Ming Cult member, it's a grave sin I deserve death for, even if I have no words to say."
"I see..."
Honestly, I didn't care. As long as I could think about anything but sex, it was fine.
"You're the winner of the spar, so it's right to leave the disposal to you... What do you think?"
"I see. The Three Elders might make a fuss, but leaving it to the person involved is proper."
My heart nearly dropped. My master and the Cult Leader, who had been watching from afar, were now standing beside us, looking down at the fallen Gyeong Hyeon-dong.
"Setting aside the rights and wrongs of what started it, if we meant to settle it with a spar, the result is everything. Since he violated that, we'll leave the punishment to you."
"Y-yes... Yes?"
"Chop his head off or use him like a dog—we won't interfere. Any further disposal after Deputy Leader Gyeong is entirely up to you."
The Cult Leader spoke in an unwavering voice, and my master and Young Ho-kyeong nodded as if it were the most natural decision.
I didn't know if this was standard for the martial world or just the unorthodox sects, but I nodded in acceptance anyway.
"Understood."
Honestly, being given the right to decide the fate of a useless old man meant nothing to me, and refusing here would just make things annoying.
Plus, the Cult Leader was staring piercingly at my dick, making me feel uncomfortably tight, like I was wearing skinny panties.
He nodded with a 'Hoo...' as if pondering something, and paired with his still-young face, it creeped me out. He wasn't into that stuff, was he?
"Th-then, may we withdraw for now?"
"Ah, go ahead. Get some rest."
With the Cult Leader's approval, I immediately left with my master.
Of course, on the way, I endured endless nagging from my master for letting my guard down.
"Interesting."
"What do you mean?"
Thanks to my generously sized top, Young Ho-kyeong had fully covered her embarrassing state. She looked puzzled at the Cult Leader's murmur.
"Don't you see? That kid's martial arts aren't normal."
"Ah, he had one foot in the Peak realm. Reaching Peak at that age is impressive, but..."
"That's not what I mean. If that were all, there'd be no reason to call it abnormal."
Though both were peak transcendent experts, Young Ho-kyeong had reached it just over two years ago. The Cult Leader, however, had stepped into that realm over forty years prior.
"His basic forms aren't clean, and his arts aren't harmoniously fused. Someone with those flaws shouldn't be able to perform at that level."
The issues the Blood Demon had pointed out to Kang Yun multiple times were seen through at a glance by the Cult Leader.
"But he actually demonstrated that power and defeated Deputy Leader Gyeong, didn't he?"
The First Elder's subordinates were carefully carrying away Gyeong Hyeon-dong.
In reality, he had simply failed to withstand Young Ho-kyeong's internal energy flow, but everyone had clearly seen him attempt a sneak attack and get countered.
"He probably has a high understanding of techniques. Maybe his body just can't keep up..."
"Ah, Father, you mean...!"
Young Ho-kyeong's face filled with shock. There were only two possibilities for that: an extremely dull body, or...
"Are you saying Young Hero Kang hasn't been training in martial arts for long?"
A disciple of the Blood Demon could never have a dull body, so it had to be the latter.
"Not 100% certain, but the odds are high. Even generously, it's no more than five years— that should be about right."
"My god..."
Young Ho-kyeong's heart pounded.
Just five years—and if he was in his early twenties now, starting in his late teens? That achievement was absurd.
Typically, prestigious Jianghu families began teaching martial arts before age ten.
The older you got, the stiffer your muscles and bones became, with waste building up and meridians clogging, so starting young allowed for higher achievements.
Late teens was practically adulthood. In strict families, one might already head a household.
Reaching this level from that age? It had to be astonishing talent and bone-grinding effort.
'If it's true, he's the Jianghu's top prodigy...!'
A greedy desire to bring him under her wing surged within her.
The more she learned about Kang Yun, the more reasons piled up to claim him, making her heart race.
'Though I did show him an unsightly side...'
The memory of her clothes tearing and exposing her shame flooded back.
After losing her husband, she had renewed her neglected training and lived like a man to earn recognition as Young Leader.
Seeing such a massively swollen manhood after so long had blanked her mind, leading her to suspect even goodwill. What must he have thought?
'It's fine. I can make up for it.'
If she had borne a child with her late husband, it would undoubtedly be older than Kang Yun.
Getting hard from seeing an older woman's body? It had to be shock.
He'd surely forget it on his own, calling it an eyesore.
"Ho-kyeong."
"Yes, Father."
"That kid..."
Gulp.
As the Cult Leader lowered his voice to whisper, Young Ho-kyeong swallowed dryly in tension.
Had he noticed something she missed? Something so important he had to whisper?
"...has quite the substantial package."
"...Pardon?"
"His cock is impressively thick. Honestly, even I haven't seen one that size..."
"Father!"
Young Ho-kyeong cried out in a near-scream, realizing her voice dispersed into the protective energy barrier that had formed around them unnoticed—even to her.
With skill to erect such a barrier effortlessly, the Cult Leader shamelessly continued.
"Men don't get like that without some interest. Even if it's just a momentary erection, it goes down quick once covered."
"Father, what on earth..."
"This mess is because you're alone. Thinking it over, pairing with him seems better than letting trash like Gyeong Hyeon-dong run around."
Young Ho-kyeong's head spun. No wonder he stared so openly at someone else's dick without a care for onlookers—he'd been thinking this.
"Father, do you know how old I am?"
"If you don't like it, forget it. I just said it once because the elders keep yapping about succession. Still, he's a hundred times better than Gyeong Hyeon-dong."
The Cult Leader grumbled as if wrapping up, then added one last thing.
"But if you do have any thoughts, just pounce without holding back. A real man would never..."
"Father!"
Young Ho-kyeong wanted to snap back more, but the barrier dissipated, and seeing the First Elder rushing over with his men, she clamped her mouth shut.
Unaware of their conversation, the First Elder greeted them and spoke immediately.
"Cult Leader, someone from the Martial Alliance has arrived."
"Ah, as expected. The Sword Saint would do that. But why are you so fidgety?"
As the sole orthodox among the Three Venerables, the Sword Saint would grasp the situation, question the Peng Family's defeat, and seek to avoid a righteous-unorthodox war.
They had anticipated someone coming for confirmation, so the First Elder's unease was odd.
"W-well, the Sword Saint sent his granddaughter personally..."
"Granddaughter?"
"Yes, Deputy Leader of the White Tiger Unit in the Martial Alliance's Patrol Division—Huangbo Hyo-seon."
Traditionally, envoys were guaranteed safety, but sending his own granddaughter to a potentially dangerous place?
It meant one of two things.
Either showing maximum goodwill to resolve things amicably, ensuring the VIP's safety.
Or emphasizing sincere commitment to gain the upper hand.
"What are you thinking, Sword Saint..."
Of course, no one present thought Huangbo Hyo-seon's visit was mere coincidence.
Even as Young Ho-kyeong's demonic energy ravaged his insides, Gyeong Hyeon-dong couldn't contain his rage.
'Damn those bastards!'
He had taken restorative pills, but Young Ho-kyeong's demonic energy, untainted by foreign substances, was vicious.
For Gyeong Hyeon-dong, not even at Peak, the damage from one exchange forced groans of pain.
But what tormented him more was the complete lack of interest in Young Ho-kyeong's gaze toward him.
'Why! Why won't you look at me!'
It had been that way since youth. Young Ho-kyeong never spared him a glance, marrying some no-name scholar instead.
Thinking it was his lacking martial arts, he trained furiously—a bolt from the blue.
He vowed never to look her way again and married himself, but decades later, her husband died.
As the Cult Leader's son-in-law, he visited for condolences and met her drowned in grief that day.
His vow meaningless, she remained beautiful even aged, the spark of his youthful feelings enduring.
Yet she gave no room for that spark to catch, even after all these years.
'That bastard... That bastard because of...!'
Without that damned brat humiliating him before her, this wouldn't have happened.
As Gyeong Hyeon-dong struggled to suppress his fury, he heard the door open and turned toward it.
"Husband... Didn't the physician say to circulate energy and rest?"
"Wife."
A woman with dark skin—utterly unlike Young Ho-kyeong's fair complexion—entered with a bowl of porridge, worry on her face.
"You shouldn't send a servant for something like this..."
"How could I when you're ill?"
She was kind-hearted, but that was all.
Though married, Gyeong Hyeon-dong never truly stayed by her side, only wandering outside.
"Have at least a spoonful."
"No need. I'm not in the mood—take it back."
Knowing she'd be cast aside if Young Ho-kyeong accepted a proposal, his wife steadfastly cared for him anyway.
But Gyeong Hyeon-dong found her devotion servile and repulsive.
"I said food won't sit well right now. I don't need it."
"...Yes."
After several urgings went ignored, his wife finally left with the bowl.
The moment she vanished from sight, Gyeong Hyeon-dong's mind refilled with thoughts of the arrogant brat and Young Ho-kyeong.
'I need to talk to the First Elder first. He'll have some other plan.'
He had never lost by following the First Elder's lead.
Unaware the First Elder saw him as pathetic, Gyeong Hyeon-dong planned to seek him out at dawn the next day.