Chapter 176
Chapter 176
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 176
Chapter Title: Gotta Wash Up (1)
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Thwack!
"Father!"
Along with pain like his arm was snapping, Young Ho-kyeong's scream-like cry followed.
Thanks to being struck with the flat of the blade, nothing had been severed, but his right arm—which he'd reflexively raised to block with his sword—hurt like it was about to break off.
"If you'd just stood there taking it, I wouldn't have stopped you. But don't expect to get off lighter just because you're obediently taking the hits."
'Honestly, I was kinda hoping.'
I gave up and focused purely on evasion.
In such a confined space to begin with, dodging was overwhelmingly disadvantageous. I tried to disrupt his sword path by changing my footwork five times, but it was hopeless.
My abdomen, legs, shoulder, chest—nothing was spared as he mercilessly battered me.
And when the hilt slammed into my gut again, it felt like my insides were flipping upside down.
"Gah...!"
"What are you doing? You didn't think struggling to dodge at your level would change anything, did you? Impressive that you've reached the peak in the meantime, but if you don't counterattack, you might actually die."
"Father, please..."
My head spun at the sight of the Leader aiming his sword at me again, but I was at least grateful he'd given permission to hit back.
"Fine, come at me."
The Leader raised his left hand and wiggled his palm.
I unleashed Hyeoncheon Inner Energy right from the start. Holding back would just piss him off more.
I had to charge in with killing intent for him to maybe let it slide.
The inner energy gathered in my right fist glowed white. I pressed my right hand to my waist, extended my left, and circled around the Leader.
The Leader tracked me only with his eyes, as if observing what I'd do. I slowly circled before suddenly dashing toward the exit.
A tongue-click sounded, and sword shadows coiled through the air like snakes, pouring toward me.
In that instant, I flared my sleeve loaded with inner energy to envelop the sword, lowered my body, and shifted direction simultaneously.
In that briefest moment, the sword heavy with sword energy sought the gap blocked by my sleeve, and I unleashed the inner energy in my right hand.
Whoosh!
The Leader casually cleaved the palm force with his left hand chop. He tried to bring down his already recovered sword on me. With the opponent in a low stance, a downward strike was the only option.
'Now!'
From my crumbling low posture, I urgently circled behind him with Dragon Step and unleashed another Hyeoncheon Palm.
Dragon Step required almost no muscle power—it was mostly controlled by inner energy—so it was possible.
"Wha— Huh?!"
Insane.
I could've accepted it if he'd just extended an arm or leg to cleave the palm force again.
But to wrap his hand around the palm force, twist and grab it like that, then yank? Was that even humanly possible?
Thud!
"Kugh..."
Before I could fully unleash it, he yanked the palm force, dragging even me—who'd fired it—straight into another kick to the gut.
"Cough, cough..."
I lay sprawled on the floor, coughing, forcing myself up, but my body wouldn't obey.
"Is that it? Good work. Now, until you've sincerely repented, feel free to quietly take your beating."
The merciless bastard. Maybe it was because my master was gone. This weak-devours-strong prick!
The Leader's slow footsteps halted right in front of me, and I squeezed my eyes shut.
Clang!
"Step aside, Kyeong-ah."
"It was wrong to get involved with a man in broad daylight. But I'm well past the age where I need to report every little thing to you, Father!"
I couldn't see from my prone position, but it seemed Young Ho-kyeong had drawn her sword to block the Leader directly.
"That's not it. If you'd brought some other guy, I might be happily sharing drinks with my son-in-law right now. But not him."
"Why? Because he's not a Demonic Cultist? Because he's too young? Anyway..."
"That guy has another woman!"
"I already know that!"
"Wha—what...?"
Oh, this is bad.
"You knew, and you still drive a spike into your old man's heart like that? There are plenty of good men out there, so why him..."
The 'other woman' they were talking about wasn't the same person. The Leader knew about Chae Su-ran; Young Ho-kyeong only knew about Eon So-young.
"We're not even getting formally married. It's not something for you to worry about, Father. Of course, any child born will be properly raised as an heir..."
"That's not the point! The Cult is thriving as is—we don't need to stake everything on an heir! Kyeong-ah, why can't you understand that all I want is for you to marry properly and be happy?!"
"So you just watched while a guy like Gyeonghyeon-dong hung around me? Did he seem like a good man in your eyes, Father?"
I felt the gut-wrenching pain slowly subside, but rising now would be an incredibly awkward situation.
Sure enough, the Leader was pissed because I'd been screwing around with another woman and then went after his daughter too. But since Young Ho-kyeong knew and accepted it anyway, the fight had turned into a father-daughter spat.
"At least that guy was fully focused on you! But this one? You're saying no marriage is fine, so he's just after your body..."
"Let me be clear. I'd rather have half of Kang's love than even a sliver of that guy's!"
Not half—more like a tenth. How do I fix this?
Also, the Leader was calling me 'that guy' now.
"He doesn't even have that love! Understand? That punk already dragged a woman into the Cult Leader Tournament once! I let it slide generously back then, or else..."
"Pardon...? What do you mean? How did Eon So-young... Wait a minute..."
"What do you mean? Eon So-young? Who's that?"
Under the heavy silence following the Leader's question, I lifted my head, feeling a gaze like it would bore through the back of my skull.
The icy stares had doubled.
The Leader was belatedly realizing the truth: raising a daughter was pointless.
Despite his absolute realm perfection keeping his face composed, he was over seventy. His flawless daughter as Demonic Cult Young Leader was finally hitting her rebellious phase, and he was suffering for it.
'I love them all...'
The man had straightforwardly confessed to relations with multiple women besides his daughter.
He'd thought this would smoothly sever things with his daughter, but she'd fallen for his empty words of loving her too, hands clasped.
<Father, this is my problem. I'll handle it myself, so leave it to me as long as it doesn't shame the Cult.>
'Bad kid... What's so good about a guy like that...'
His abilities were exceptional. He'd broken through to the peak at just 23 after risking his life to protect her.
Handsome enough, sharp eye for running an organization, decent merchant sense too.
But the disciple of the Blood Demon—who'd raped and tormented countless women—was already entangled with multiple others. Hard to trust.
'Can't forgive him too easily...'
Sensing her father's worries, Young Ho-kyeong wasn't letting it go lightly.
"Hng... A-kyeong... Enough now..."
"No, endure a bit more."
The man lay naked, pressure points sealed, bathed in pleasure as she caressed his body—but his cock base was painfully bound to prevent release.
Blood pooled so heavily it was turning purple, on the verge of necrosis, yet absurdly kept regenerating thanks to his lust technique.
"This is punishment for trying to gloss over it by saying I didn't ask. Did you plan to fool me despite all those women?"
"Ahit...! I'm seriously gonna die like this..."
"The brush craftsman never imagined it'd be used like this, but thanks to its soft, even bristles..."
She gently teased his nipple with the brush, but he couldn't even twitch to escape.
"Please... let me cum, I beg you..."
"Not until I'm satisfied."
In truth, Young Ho-kyeong wasn't that upset.
A bit miffed that he'd slept with a Demonic Cult woman unbeknownst to her, and Huangbo Hyo-seon just days ago.
But hadn't he eyed her from their first meeting?
And spilling every detail like this was somehow...
'Cute.'
Her mood had lifted ages ago. She was just giving light punishment so he wouldn't recklessly fool around down there.
Release him now, and he'd soon whine and grind against her ass.
That'd just let him have his way again.
'Gotta discipline him thoroughly... Ah!'
"Aaaah...! Stop, stooop...!"
Unable to move from neck down, he shook his head, begging her to stop.
"Didn't you ask for this? Hup, hup."
She bared her soft breasts, sandwiched his cock between, and shook gently. He'd feel mind-melting pleasure mixed with agony.
Each stroke of her smooth tits made the prominent veins on his throbbing cock pulse wildly.
How could any woman refuse something this vicious pistoning inside her for hours?
"Forgive me, haa...!"
His desperate plea softened her heart, but she gritted her teeth.
One more incense stick's time—about her predetermined limit.
Resolved, she kept sliding her breasts up and down to please him, then lowered her head.
Smack.
"Ughhh!"
Lips to his glans, and he wailed.
Matching her breasts' motion, she suckled the tip, bobbing slowly—his cock hardened to worrisome levels. Was it safe to keep going?
Young Ho-kyeong perfectly understood why he groped everywhere during emission.
You got to see him unable to hold back the pleasure, moaning like an instrument. She'd be the same.
"Now, repent..."
She whispered, took the glans in her mouth, and licked meticulously with her tongue—then fell victim to an unexpected counterattack.
Splurt, spluuurt spluuurt!
"Mmph!"
The silk cord she'd tightly bound snapped, and the freed cock endlessly flooded her mouth with choking semen.
Shock that this sticky stuff had gone inside her was brief; she yanked her mouth free in panic. The still-ejaculating cock sprayed vigorously around.
Her face and clothes became a mess of white, sticky cum.
"Haa, haa..."
The man panted, eyes squeezed shut. Young Ho-kyeong opened her mouth to ask.
"Repented enough now? Can I trust you won't deceive me again?"
"Yes..."
His drained voice prompted her to wipe sweat from his brow and release his pressure points.
"Whew... Gotta wash up first. I'll be quick, so tidy yourself and prep to wash after."
Huangbo Hyo-seon didn't know yet, but since Chae Su-ran had clearly accepted her man, she'd have to make time someday.
Pondering that as she entered the bathroom off the bedroom, Young Ho-kyeong didn't know.
His recovery was even more monstrous than she thought.