Chapter 150
Chapter 150
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 150
Chapter Title: Let's Ask the Cult Leader (1)
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The pent-up lust I'd been accumulating erupted spectacularly with Chae Su-ran. After pounding away all afternoon, I'd ascended from savage beast to something resembling a sage.
"Now... I really have to head home..."
"Just one last time..."
After nearly six hours impaled on my cock, Chae Su-ran murmured in a voice that sounded like she'd hit her absolute limit.
"Hng♥ Now... it's really getting tough..."
Chae Su-ran kept shaking her hips while straddling me as I sat there.
Even as she wiggled and bucked her waist, it was still erotic as hell, but she clearly looked exhausted.
Poking deep inside with my cock didn't get the dramatic reaction it used to.
"Ahng...♥"
As I pondered ways to revive this weary woman, my fingertip brushed the cleft between her pretty ass cheeks.
This was it.
"W-wait...! Not there, hng♥ You can't touch that spot!"
"What's this 'can't touch' nonsense?!"
As I traced my finger along the wrinkles of her anus, Chae Su-ran freaked out and her pussy clamped down hard.
The mushy, melted inner walls that had felt so slack suddenly squeezed with every last drop of strength, serving my cock once more.
"Next time, I'll find a way to make it last longer."
The other women could easily handle over ten hours, so Chae Su-ran's struggle boiled down to not being able to use the Ascending Immortal Art.
I'd tested it briefly, but sure enough, Daoist internal energy and demonic arts didn't mesh.
'But Master did it...'
Most likely, it was because my own martial attainment was still lacking.
"L-longer than this... I can't, ahng♥ I'll die..."
Meanwhile, Chae Su-ran—whose womb was overflowing with my cum—reacted with half dread and half anticipation to my promise of even longer sessions drowned in pleasure.
"It'll feel even better than this. You can look forward to it."
I had no idea if I could pull it off in just over a month, but I made the bold claim anyway. Preemptively setting a goal like this might motivate me to actually work harder, right?
"B-but this is just for my husband. I have no intention of... having anything special with you..."
"Sure, sure. It's just about both of us feeling good, yeah?"
As Chae Su-ran hurriedly added that disclaimer, I nodded along and thrust my hips up.
For a woman whose pussy lewdly kneaded my cock like dough—for someone who'd already learned just how delicious my dick was—that excuse rang a bit hollow.
"I'll cum inside again...! Say that thing you learned earlier one more time..."
"D-do I have to say that...?"
"It works so well when you do, so say it...! I promise you won't get pregnant."
The timid, innocent-looking woman parted her glossy lips—wearing an expression her husband probably never saw—with a slutty gleam in her eyes.
"Not my husband's... hng♥"
As I slammed my hips up, cutting off her words, Chae Su-ran shot me a glare. I nodded encouragingly, and she sighed before opening her mouth again.
"A-not my husband's... man's cum, dump it spurt-spurt into this married woman's womb..."
"Good girl!"
Schlop-schlop-schlop-schlop♥
I flipped Chae Su-ran onto her back on the bed and pounded down with all my strength, her face melting into a lewd smile.
Whether she'd used up her last reserves or not, the sensation of her insides clamping to the limit pushed me over the edge into another blissful ejaculation.
Spurt-spurt-spuuuurt
No seed left, but still thick as jelly—I pumped it deep into the womb of this married woman...!
No wonder I can't quit milf-hunting.
"Hngaaaa...♥"
Chae Su-ran squeezed her eyes shut, savoring the sensation of my release, her pussy clenching tight to milk out every last drop.
It was obvious she felt no burden squeezing out cum that wouldn't impregnate her anyway, but even if she didn't realize it herself, this woman ranked among the sluttiest of my girls.
"Haa, haa..."
As she lay there panting, satisfaction shone plainly on Chae Su-ran's face—though she seemed oblivious to it.
After six loads without ever pulling out, I slowly withdrew my cock. Cum immediately started gushing out in thick streams.
"Oh my god..."
Even though she'd felt it filling her up inside, seeing it leak from her own hole left Chae Su-ran groaning in fresh shock.
"Good thing you won't get pregnant, huh?"
"...I don't know."
Chae Su-ran averted her eyes, dodging a proper answer.
Chae Su-ran returned home. She'd washed thoroughly, but her senses—drenched in the scent of fluids—could still pick up that thick musk.
The raw, animalistic sex we'd had was beyond anything she'd imagined.
A thick cock pistoning endlessly, cum spurting without end like a hidden fountain...
Even washing the sticky load from her womb had been a real ordeal.
But now it was time to resume her role as her husband's wife. Chae Su-ran schooled her expression and acted natural.
"Madam, did something good happen?"
...Or so she thought, until her maid saw right through her. Chae Su-ran forced a gloomy look.
"...No, nothing at all."
Relieved that at least the smell wasn't noticeable, she headed for her husband's room. But she sensed more than one presence inside.
'Who's there?'
Her husband's injury wasn't that severe; he'd recovered enough for conversation quickly.
But he wouldn't have planned to entertain this many guests, would he?
Chae Su-ran beckoned a passing maid, who bowed her head.
"Who exactly is visiting right now?"
"The elders, Madam."
The Third Elder—father of Gyeong Hyeon-dong—made sense coming to check on his injured son. But the others too? Chae Su-ran tilted her head, puzzled.
Meanwhile, inside the room Chae Su-ran was eyeing, a heated discussion raged among the many gathered there.
"I assume you all know about the two outsiders who've taken up residence at the Cult Leader's side."
The assembled elders nodded at the Second Elder's words.
"Apparently, our Black Demonic Unit Leader crossed paths with one of them by chance. While visiting the injured and chatting, I learned something odd."
"Something odd?"
"Unit Leader Gyeong got into a spat with one of them and ended up sparring. A promising young expert, by all accounts. He introduced himself as 'Lee' before the match began."
The elders nodded indifferently. From their position, one young talent didn't mean much.
"But during an unfortunate incident when the Young Cult Leader intervened midway, Unit Leader Gyeong clearly heard him called 'Kang.'"
"Kang or Lee—what's the big deal?"
The Third Elder asked with clear irritation. His son hadn't just lost the spar; he'd even ambushed the winner afterward. And the opponent was barely out of his teens.
Sooner or later, word would spread. He chafed at the conversation dragging on about the duel.
"It's a big deal. If it were just some run-of-the-mill young expert, fine—but one of the Nine Dragons? Of course it's important."
"...What?"
Silence blanketed the room for a moment. The Fourth Elder spoke first.
"Are you saying the Cult Leader's been deceived by a righteous faction warrior?"
"Watch your words, Fourth Elder. The Cult Leader wouldn't fall for that. More likely, the guy's connected to our cult—or eager to pledge himself to us."
"I see it much like the Third Elder. After checking his appearance against records, it's unmistakably Little Dragon Kang Yun. No clear sect or master on record, so he could be a spy the Cult Leader sent into the righteous martial world without our knowledge."
The Nine Dragons title belonged to the righteous faction. No reason for a Demonic Cultist to crash their party.
"In that case, the Cult Leader..."
"Exactly. He may seem moderately conciliatory toward the righteous world lately, but he could be preparing to strike at them anytime."
The faces of the five gathered elders lit up.
All hawkish mainstays. The six elders including the Second had bucked the Cult Leader's will somewhat to keep the cult's belligerent mood alive.
The Leader's recent pressure had dampened their momentum, but six of the nine elders still demanded blood from the righteous martial world.
But if the Leader secretly aligned with them? No more fear of offending an absolute master.
Noticing their mood, the Second Elder spoke up.
"Let's ask the Cult Leader. Why he let that man into our midst. What's his stance on the righteous world. When will our hands be stained with righteous blood once more!"
As the Second Elder's words ended, they all nodded in unison.
"Did you have your fun?"
Master let out a sigh that could have cratered the floor. I wanted to crawl into a rat hole, hanging my head low.
'How'd I get caught on day one?'
A master's senses aren't omnipotent. They don't track every qi fluctuation in a fixed radius 24/7.
Suppose a master can sense within ten meters. Constantly monitoring everything there would exhaust them, so they usually deploy it like a vigilance net—an alert net.
In other words, unconscious detection only when something enters the perimeter. Then conscious scanning follows.
Varies by person—some have multiple layers—but that's the principle. I banked on that...
"You think I'd ignore my disciple just because we're at Demonic Cult headquarters? That I'd seem like some heartless master?"
"No, Master..."
Master must feel backstabbed too. Checking on his worried disciple, only to find me balls-deep in some strange woman.
"...The sparring opponent... I don't recall the name, but she claimed to be his wife?"
"Yes, Master."
"Her internal energy clearly doesn't harmonize, so no Ascending Immortal Art training...?"
"...Correct."
Master slapped his palm to his forehead and stared at the ceiling. Classic blood pressure gesture.
Huddling here would just make him blow up, so I went on the offensive.
"Master, I've given it some thought. Isn't my inability to use Ascending Immortal Art against Demonic Cultists due to my low attainment?"
"...Yes."
"And it ties into how you move freely among them without the Great Food Refining Technique."
"That's true too."
Master seemed to grasp my point but let me continue.
"This is part of my training. Before leaving the Demonic Cult, I want to master using it even against them. What do you think...?"
"So women are off-limits, huh? You cheeky bastard..."
Master's incredulous expression wasn't half bad.
He'd be satisfied as long as I picked up something useful.
Ultimately, all he cared about was reaching ascension through Color Heaven Sect arts.
"Fine, I see through your scheme, but I'll allow it. If it advances you another step, all the better. However..."
Just when I thought I'd slid by, his voice dropped ominously.
"This time, there's a condition. Fail to master it before leaving headquarters, and forget returning to Sichuan."
"Pardon...?"
"Guangdong has the Underground Network's main base. The training hall I had their leader build is there too."
No way...?
"Each gate is rigged—no escape without meeting the conditions. Fail to grasp the principles of the Mystic Heaven, and I'll personally toss you in. Remember that."
I'm fucked.
