Chapter 163
Chapter 163
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 163
Chapter Title: Just Do It With Me (1)
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In the end, I got kicked out of Huangbo Hyo-seon's place before dawn even broke.
It was always like this—sneaking out before sunrise—but getting chased away so ruthlessly still felt downright weird.
'When will I get another shot...'
Her pussy clung to my cock like it loved it, but her mind stayed sharp, rejecting me to the bitter end. Guess she and her husband were on pretty good terms.
Still, someday I'd sweet-talk her again, slide my dick in, and knock her up for sure.
Clenching my fist and steeling my resolve, I headed back to my quarters just as the sun peeked over the horizon. Not long after, a summons came from Young Ho-kyeong.
But she didn't call me to her place.
"Tell it straight, Young Hero Kang! We've had reports of you scouting our sect's internals!"
The old man who introduced himself as the Fifth Elder pointed at me accusingly. Damn, I should've brought my master to avoid this mess.
"We've treated you with respect so far, judging you as a friend to our sect as the Blood Demon's disciple. But now we need a clear explanation!"
"Fifth Elder, that's not it. It was me who..."
Young Ho-kyeong stepped forward to defend me.
But when she explained my suggestion—putting on a show for Huangbo Hyo-seon to improve the Demonic Cult's image—even the other elders started flipping out.
"Wait, you mean the Young Leader actually accepted that kind of proposal?"
"No, more than that, the proposal itself is fundamentally flawed! Why should we bow to the orthodox martial world?"
"Exactly! We're just avoiding immediate fights to win public support and reduce backlash later—not crawling under the orthodox factions' skirts!"
Even some elders who'd been positive about my "Demonic Cult-exclusive business" strategy turned on me.
And leading the charge was the First Elder.
"I've heard you have close ties with orthodox figures, Young Hero Kang. Especially with Go Cheon of the Go Escort Agency and Zhuge Mi-ryeong—they're practically your foster parents now? We need a clear explanation."
"Explanation? What do you mean?"
"What else? Pick a side. Orthodox or unorthodox. Your previous proposal was useful on the surface, but it could also be seen as buying time for the orthodox side to build strength, couldn't it?"
"Right! Proclaim yourself unorthodox now and cut ties with those orthodox folks—that's the only way we'll believe you."
That Eighth Elder bastard—he screwed me over last time too, and now he's at it again.
"Young Hero Kang, this is about trust. You're clearly the Blood Demon's disciple, but you haven't shown any hostility toward the orthodox world. And now this..."
"Enough."
The Cult Leader's heavy voice echoed through the hall, silencing the marketplace racket instantly.
His piercing gaze swept the room, sending chills down spines as if the temperature dropped a degree.
In that same vibe, the Cult Leader spoke.
"First Elder. Let me ask you this. Didn't your subordinates impersonate officials to cozy up to the Peng Family?"
"...Yes, Cult Leader. But I had no involvement in..."
"I know. That's not what I'm asking. What came of that 'friendly' relationship for the Pengs later on?"
"..."
"You know full well how such ties with the orthodox can be exploited. So why tie that to questions of trust?"
The First Elder deflated under the Cult Leader's question. The other elders glanced around nervously.
"He's someone who'll benefit our sect. If you doubt my judgment, take my seat by the principle of the strong and do it then."
King God Cult Leader... your backup is rock solid...!
The elders all shut up at his declaration, and I finally felt a weight lift off my chest.
Or so I thought. Not quite.
"Kang Yun."
"Yes, Cult Leader."
"I trust you, but it's true the elders need something to trust you on."
Wait, why flip the script now? My brief relief turned back to frustration.
"Only proven strength earns true trust. Hold a sparring match. Show the elders you're a force to be reckoned with."
Shit, talk about a raw deal.
The moment the Cult Leader's meeting ended, the Fifth Elder headed to his quarters for a chat with someone.
"Uh, will this really work?"
"More than enough. It wasn't a big deal anyway—just swing once, and no one will care anymore."
The First Elder replied dryly.
"But that Kang Yun guy..."
"Doesn't matter. Who'd believe him now, whatever he says? Even with the Cult Leader backing him, no one's buying his words."
The Cult Leader had suggested a spar, but the damaged trust wouldn't recover overnight.
"Can we really trust those guys? Even so..."
"The Cult Leader's already backed off. He won't challenge the orthodox world for years. You think we'll have the strength to lead the charge by then?"
"..."
"We have no choice. Grabbing the hand they offer is our only shot at revenge on the orthodox martial world."
The First Elder reassured the uneasy Fifth Elder.
"You don't need to do much. I'll handle the risks—just give me a little support here and there. Got it?"
"Understood..."
The Fifth Elder nodded reluctantly at the First Elder's persuasion.
For the blood debt from the orthodox world, this much help was nothing.
"Sparring? Perfect. Just don't get hurt."
When I reported that I'd be sparring one of the First Elder's disciples in a few days, my master's reaction was casual like that.
"They're a peak master, though."
"Your internal energy's already at peak level, isn't it? Why not use this to break through that wall?"
"If I could, I wouldn't be stressing."
After all the real combat experience, my skills were top-tier among first-class.
I was so close—just one tiny step to peak—but that minuscule gap wouldn't close.
"Only training holds the answer. Who knows? One day in practice, it might click."
My foundation was already elite among peaks. Probably stronger in internal energy than Eon So-young when we first met.
"And take stock of your martial arts. Figure out your path forward."
"My path?"
My ears perked up at this rare solid advice.
"Martial artists use various arts at once. Legs for footwork or kicks, hands for weapons or palms. Skin guarded by protective energy."
"Yeah, sure."
"Some arts you prioritize, others not. Reflect on how you fight—on yourself."
Solid advice. I'd followed curricula, patching weaknesses and exploiting foes', but never examined myself.
"I'll give it a shot, Master!"
I bowed to him and headed to the training ground attached to Yeongbin Hall.
Time to aim for peak master!
Night.
Chae Su-ran couldn't sleep.
The past two nights, she'd suppressed swelling anticipation imagining the man visiting. Tonight, her chest just felt stuffy.
The woman he'd brought yesterday—that masked beauty who was surely stunning—nagged at her.
The thought of him never coming back plunged her into gloom.
Her porcelain hand compared starkly to her own tanned one, leaving her helpless.
Creeeak.
'He's here...!'
Hearing the window open and sensing him slip carefully into her room, Chae Su-ran squeezed her eyes shut.
She'd planned to greet him warmly, but meeting his eyes terrified her.
"Why pretend to sleep?"
"..."
Not knowing what to say face-to-face, Chae Su-ran stayed silent.
The man tilted his head, then shed his clothes and slipped under the covers.
His rough hand sneaked between her thin nightclothes, bare skin beneath.
Her body, remembering his touch, heated up fast, craving ecstasy.
"Keep silent and I'll just shove it in."
His rigid cock already teased her ass crack, asserting itself.
Caresses under her armpits, sides, belly stirred blood flow, hypersensitizing her pussy. She could imagine how her folds would rejoice at this thick invader.
"...Playboy."
She felt him flinch.
"You did it with her yesterday too, right?"
Masked, but those eyes screamed beauty.
No way he'd let her be. No proof, but Chae Su-ran was certain.
As she sighed at his silence, his cock nudged between her thighs, startling her.
Sluuuurp.
"Hngh...!"
Like an assassin's blade, the thick shaft stabbed her pussy, then began conquering her body.
"Bad... playboy... Any... ahn♥ girl... works for you...!"
Unknown possessiveness fueled her words, railing him, but unknown pleasure from his cock made her hips buck wildly, matching his thrusts.
"Sorry... but they're all so pretty..."
Even as her ass shook softly and pussy clenched pleasurably, she hated him.
Mine. The cock that first made her feel truly womanly—shared with another? Unthinkable.
She didn't know how many women before her had fallen captive to it.
"No other women... Just me, only me...!"
No answer. Instead, he flipped her prone, slammed from behind, injecting pleasure.
"Ahn♥ Mine, this cock is mine...!"
Lulled by the beastly plunging, she murmured entranced.
"No others... ahn♥ Only me... I'll make it feel even better than now..."
Her rampaging desire drove her pussy to milk him desperately.
After a while, his furious thrusts signaled climax.
"Cum lots...! Fill my womb with your seed...!"
She skillfully squeezed, and he rammed to her cervix, erupting powerfully as always.
Spuuuurt, spluuuurt.
Prone, accepting his potent load flooding her womb, Chae Su-ran suddenly realized he'd thrust silently throughout. She turned to look up.
Seeing his complex expression, she recalled her words, face flushing beet red.