Chapter 156
Chapter 156
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 156
Chapter Title: What Are You Doing Here? (2)
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"The truth behind the raid on the Peng Family?"
"Yeah, they kept pressing me because something felt off about it."
Fortunately, Huangbo Hyo-seon wasn't stepping out of the Spirit Pavilion today, so Young Ho-kyeong readily agreed to meet with me.
I'd pretended to ask who the Martial Alliance envoy was while probing around, and finally got to the question I was curious about. It seemed Huangbo Hyo-seon had been hung up on exactly that issue.
"Well, I get it. Even if I were from the righteous sects, the Peng Family raid would look like something our cult meticulously planned and executed."
In reality, it was Elder Yi acting on his own with his subordinates.
In any case, Young Ho-kyeong didn't seem to know anything more, and our conversation naturally shifted to other topics.
"Third Elder took everything in the valley and said it was all unusable, right?"
"...We did object, but it sounds like you're implying I had the final say? I'm just here to consult..."
Young Ho-kyeong seemed to love my proposal. Of course he did—if he saw it as preparation for invasion, how could he not?
"No, you might not have the authority, but you've got the vibe. It feels like following your lead will bring the best results."
"That's a bit..."
I tried to brush it off with a laugh, but Young Ho-kyeong suddenly grabbed my hand with a serious expression.
"I told you before, didn't I? You and your master aren't like real martial artists."
I remembered. It was back at Shaolin Temple, the first time he brought up the suspicion that I was the Blood Demon's disciple.
He'd said that both my master and I treated martial arts merely as tools to achieve our goals.
It was a wildly off-base guess—my goal was victory in battle, and my master's was becoming a lust demon.
I wondered what his face would look like if he knew that the very next day, I'd gone to blackmail Mae So-hyang with a lead on the Sacred Blood Group.
"That's why I think you came up with ideas we never considered before. I'm truly grateful."
"...Do you have any idea how embarrassed I am right now?"
"You deserve to feel that way. Thanks to you, our cultists' lives are bound to improve soon."
As I squirmed, Young Ho-kyeong released my hand and smiled, his eyes crinkling warmly.
Cultists' lives.
It was absurd to call plundering neighbors an act of caring for your own people, but from the Demonic Cult's perspective, it might have been their only option.
"There's no guarantee it'll work out well. I was just throwing out vague ideas..."
"It's fine. Who knows? Maybe something else will come to you, and that'll give us a clearer path."
Ah.
So he wasn't satisfied with me just setting the direction—he wanted me to spit out a solid plan too?
"No need to feel pressured. What you've given us already solves half the problem. We can handle the rest, but with your help, who knows what might happen."
I forced a smile to hide my grimace as the pressure piled on behind his grinning face.
I'd come hoping for something to use on Huangbo Hyo-seon, but instead, I'd picked up a thorn to take with me.
'At least that's a relief.'
It seemed the cult leader hadn't told Young Ho-kyeong about catching me sleeping with a married woman.
Otherwise, he wouldn't be grabbing my hand and pleading like this.
Confirming that alone made it worth the trip. I let out a quiet sigh of relief.
After sending Kang Yun off, Young Ho-kyeong smiled contentedly and drained the rest of his tea in one gulp. Then, he received an unexpected visitor.
"Young Cult Leader."
"...Elder Yi? What brings you here without notice...?"
He and Elder Yi used to be close, on equal footing, but now things felt awkward. Young Ho-kyeong set down his empty teacup and spoke as they sat facing each other.
"I heard there's an elders' meeting today. Why didn't you attend?"
"I had something important to ask you, so I stepped out. It didn't seem like you needed me there anyway."
Elder Yi had already shown strong opposition to the conciliation policy. While most elders who'd supported him had come around to it, he remained lukewarm.
"How could we not need you, Elder Yi? Your sharp mind would be a great help to the others."
"...Do you truly believe that path is the right one?"
Young Ho-kyeong knew the reason. In his youth, during the righteous-evil war, Elder Yi's young daughter had been killed by a righteous sect warrior simply for being from an evil sect.
The plan Kang Yun proposed was long-term—at least five years, probably over ten before results showed.
In other words, Elder Yi might be buried before he ever saw the righteous sects crumble.
"Of course it's right. Isn't it the way to put our cult on equal footing with the righteous martial world?"
"Our cult is strong! We don't need to rely on that—we can wipe out the righteous sects on our own!"
Unlike the cult leader, who'd always opposed invading the central plains, Young Ho-kyeong had seemed persuadable to Elder Yi. But even he wouldn't budge.
"Wipe out the righteous sects? You're misunderstanding something, Elder Yi. Our cult's goal is our own strength and glory—not whether the righteous survive."
"The Heavenly Demon Cult is the greatest under heaven! Proving it by crushing the righteous—that's the path to our glory!"
"I'm not so sure. If we must clash with them, we will. But our true glory starts with our cultists enjoying prosperous lives first, doesn't it?"
"We can attack the righteous first, then do that!"
Elder Yi himself knew charging in hastily wasn't the best for the cult.
It was just his obsession with personal revenge he couldn't let go.
"...Even if we strike first and then say, 'Let's be neighbors,' no one would believe us. You know that."
"..."
"Leave now. I know your tragic story, and that many cultists share it. But it's not the path for our cult."
Young Ho-kyeong looked at Elder Yi with pity. Having no children herself, she couldn't fully grasp his pain.
After decades of service, his fixation on revenge meant the grudge ran deep.
But as future cult leader, she could never side with him.
"...I spoke out of turn. Forget it, Young Cult Leader."
Young Ho-kyeong watched his retreating back, which seemed somehow shrunken, as he rose weakly.
But she didn't know.
That behind her, a fierce blue flame blazed in Elder Yi's eyes.
That night, Chae Su-ran received the man's visit as usual.
Thrust thrust thrust thrust♥
"Ahh♥ A little gentler, please...!"
"I can't...! It feels too good...!"
In the darkness, the man's firm body ravaged her smooth, supple flesh. Chae Su-ran didn't hold back her moans of pleasure.
Meanwhile, lying on the bed with legs spread to welcome his manhood, her feet rested on his buttocks.
As if declaring she would never let go of this cock.
"Su-ran loves it this much, so why keep asking me to go easy?!"
"I love it, but...! It's too much...! Hnngh♥"
The relentless onslaught of youthful vigor drove her wild with pleasure, but she lacked the stamina to endure it.
Her husband's tiny prick would pump briefly, unnoticed, spilling meager seed unfit even to be called ejaculation.
This was on another level entirely.
His iron rod, thick and hard, plunged like fire into her depths, sending waves of near-fainting ecstasy through her body.
"Just this once more, so hang in there! Squeeze your pussy...!"
"Okay...♥ Hnng♥"
She'd grown used to his vulgar demands. Her pussy, reshaped perfectly for his cock, greedily sucked it in.
'He said he'd prepare a way for me to last longer... When will that be?'
He'd mentioned working on something.
But it seemed it would take time. He still explored her body thoroughly, always leaving wanting more.
She wanted to ask, but couldn't— it would sound like lascivious intent.
Of course, unbeknownst to Chae Su-ran, Kang Yun was pondering how to blend the Ascending Immortal Art with demonic arts.
'Ah, it's coming...♥'
Focusing on clenching her pussy in rhythm with his thrusts, she felt his cock twitch, on the verge of release.
'Thick semen, fill me...!'
Her lower body, trembling from countless orgasms, strained with final effort to milk his sticky seed.
Led by her body's instinctive reactions, she now craved his cum filling her belly.
"Semen's coming! Where should I shoot?"
"Ah, inside, cum inside...!"
Anticipating his question, Chae Su-ran answered without hesitation.
If pregnancy wasn't an issue, she could take all the thick, desire-laden semen into her womb.
Squelch squelch squelch squelch♥
Each lewd sound as her clinging flesh, slick with juices, gripped him made her pussy spasm, shuddering her pleasure-overloaded body.
"Gonna fill your pussy...! Get pregnant with my cum...!"
Even knowing it wouldn't impregnate, his whispers piled up like wishes, making her heart race.
Ten times? A hundred?
One day, the fantasy of bearing his child thrilled her.
"Get pregnant...!"
Spurt spurt spurt spurt spuuuurt
"Aaaahn♥"
His pubic bone ground against her lower belly as he drove deepest, proof of his satisfaction—her favorite.
As thick semen surged, filling her forbidden womb, she climaxed again, countless for the night.
'So good... so good...!'
In mere days, her body was painted entirely in his colors.
Could she live without him? He was an outsider, not a cultist—he'd leave someday.
The thought depressed her, but she steeled herself: even these few dozen days of memories would suffice.
Then, the man atop her, panting heavily, spoke.
"Tomorrow, I might not be able to come."
Had he already grown bored? Anxiety gripped Chae Su-ran at the thought this sweet time might end so soon.