Chapter 185
Chapter 185
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 185
Chapter Title: Shall We Go to the Central Plains? (3)
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Young Ho-kyeong was the Young Cult Leader of the Demonic Cult. No matter how much she writhed and moaned beneath me, that fact wouldn't change.
Once the current Cult Leader, the Divine Demon, stepped down, she would lead the next generation of the Demonic Cult—the strongest single faction. Naturally, the man who became her husband would rise to an enviable position.
And no one could resist being intoxicated by that reality.
The moment their eyes spun at the thought of becoming the Demonic Cult's second-in-command, even someone who started with pure affection for Young Ho-kyeong would soon fall prey to the taste of power.
But I was different. Whether she was the Young Cult Leader or whatever, I'd approached her because she was a sexy widow with a killer body. Nothing like that would change me.
That was the point I wanted to emphasize. Of course, minus the part about her being a sexy widow.
"Ho, really? You've tamed my daughter thoroughly, you say? To the point where no other man catches her eye?"
But the Cult Leader's reaction was off. How did "I can make her the happiest" get twisted into that?
"Cult Leader, it seems there's some misunderstanding."
"Is that so? Then are you saying you haven't laid a hand on my daughter since that day?"
"..."
Why was this guy—who knew exactly what was up—acting like this? Naturally, the Cult Leader had to suspect that Young Ho-kyeong and I were secretly screwing around.
He'd easily seen through the fact that my trip to the Central Plains wasn't purely for business, which was why he'd summoned me like this.
This situation was basically me asking permission to keep sleeping with his daughter.
"I doubt it. She told me you're planning to knock her up without marriage, so you've probably been having your fun to your heart's content, right?"
Just like last time when he'd beaten me, the Cult Leader's calm voice trembled slightly.
Was I about to get hit again? Hell, he might actually try to kill me this time. He seemed convinced I'd come to say, "Your daughter's pussy is delicious."
I hurriedly opened my mouth.
"Cult Leader, let me explain first."
"Ah, go ahead. But if you don't convince me..."
His trailing words and subtle pressure pissed me off a bit, but he was my woman's father.
I couldn't just lash out emotionally. Of course, the power gap played a part in my restraint too.
For a fleeting moment, I regretted not just pushing Young Ho-kyeong forward to muddle through, but I carefully chose my words and began my explanation.
I sweated bullets emphasizing that while others might be blinded by the position of next Cult Leader's spouse, I wasn't.
"Ah, so you're saying you're the exception? That you can truly love my daughter forever and make her the happiest?"
"...That's the idea."
But it fell on deaf ears with the Cult Leader, who was hopelessly tangled up. His attitude screamed, "So what?"
"If it's true, I'd be thrilled, but I've seen too many men like you claiming to be different."
He had a point. What idiot would say, "I only pretend to love your daughter because I want your family's power"?
They all preached true love, but thanks to some flaw uncovered, only her late husband—who ended up dead—had made it to marriage.
Otherwise, she'd have remarried long ago.
"Take a look at my daughter. She's of an age where even a kid like you wouldn't seem out of place. True love? She's just a plaything to you. Or a tool for your ambitions."
The Cult Leader's anger, on the verge of erupting earlier, had subsided into deep disappointment toward me.
You end up just like those other run-of-the-mill bastards, huh? Sensing that, I started talking without thinking.
"If we're being precise, yeah, a plaything."
"...What?"
"Do you know why she hasn't found a suitable match? Because she's your daughter, Cult Leader. You could've settled for a political marriage, but no—you insist on her happiness and true love, so she's been searching in vain!"
Feeling the pressure rising from him, I unleashed my internal energy to push back and kept going.
"Instead of picking a decent guy from the political marriage pool, you set impossible conditions despite how precious she is. That's why she's still single!"
"...Enough."
The pressure intensified, dragging my body toward the floor like weights on every limb.
"Didn't you say the same last time? That you want her to meet a good man and live happily, without obsessing over succession."
I caught my breath and continued. Amid it all, the pressure sharpened like needles pricking my skin.
"I'll make her give birth to cute kids—not successors. As many as she wants!"
"You little...!"
"She's a beautiful, fuckable plaything, so I'll keep playing with her for a long time! Got a problem with that?"
I was really gonna die. The needles squeezing from all sides felt barely blocked by a thin cloth; I doubted I could even breathe properly.
My throat parched like I'd been tossed in the desert for hours, my vision swimming, but I endured.
I don't know how long. It felt eternal and instantaneous.
As I braced my legs against the overwhelming force, the pressure vanished like it'd been washed away, and I stumbled forward a couple steps before steadying.
Back in my spot, the Cult Leader stood frowning, lost in thought, silent.
Once my spinning head cleared, I realized how insane I'd been.
'And no master here to back me up.'
He'd cover me somewhat even from afar, but had I pushed too far?
"One thing's clear: no one's ever yapped like you in front of me. They knew they'd die if they tried."
After a good while, his words made me flinch honestly.
But thankfully, no sword flew into his hand via void grasp or anything.
Instead, he rose slowly from his seat, gazing at me piercingly, and headed for the Cult Leader's private exit.
"Cult Leader..."
"Tell her to keep in touch often."
He never outright gave permission. I watched him vanish through the door, tension finally draining from me.
In the end, my prepared speech fell flat, and it was only after hearing I'd fuck his daughter long-term that he accepted.
One thought filled my mind.
'It worked.'
Preparations to leave the Demonic Cult went smoothly. Unlike arriving with just spare clothes and rations, we now had mounts ready.
"I heard from Elder Il. You crossed this desert on foot? What if you'd gotten lost midway?"
To safely traverse the desert normally, you needed camels and a guide who knew the routes. Charging ahead trusting only my master made me the fool.
'With my lightness skill, I could've gauged direction from high up if lost...'
Once out of the desert, a Demonic Cult horse station would swap camels for horses.
After stupidly training lightness skill by running till my energy bottomed out, then recovering via meditation, returning comfy on mounts filled my chest with excitement.
"We'll gather at the secret branch in Hunan. Please ensure it goes without a hitch."
"Understood, Elder."
Since I was taking the Young Cult Leader, the elders fretted endlessly.
They kept warning me to be careful around her, and of course, I planned to.
"Uh, so, Hero Young-hwan?"
"It's Hyeong-wan!"
I even met the youngest disciple of Elder Il, the one I'd fought in Sichuan. Apparently, this was the guy the Cult Leader had wanted me to spar back then.
Whatever, I don't care. With my skills proven by surviving Elder Il, I ignored that vague memory and had no interest in pointless spars.
He seemed headed to the Central Plains as a senior warrior leading dispatched fighters for logistics. Might cross paths again someday.
"But is there a real reason to go separately?"
"Too many companions just draws eyes, right? Three's plenty for safety."
"So, your real motive?"
To Young Ho-kyeong's question, I silently groped her plump ass instead of answering.
The return would be faster than coming. We'd use camels and horses aggressively.
But still a long way. I had zero intention of traveling with dispatched warriors to cut sex chances.
Thinking of staining inn beds with cum, sweat, and juices at every stop made my cock swell hard; I secretly rubbed it against Young Ho-kyeong's ass.
She shoved me away in panic but stood in front, blocking the view of my erection from others.
[Later, when no one's around...]
Hearing her transmission made me hornier, but with people coming and going, I had to hold back.
Days of such nights repeated as departure from the Demonic Cult drew near.