The Chaste Wife Can Take Two in One Hole (1)
Or was it? Thinking it over, the high difficulty actually made sense.
It's called a Bonus Quest, right? That means a quest you only get after clearing the basic ones—Sub Quests, Regional Quests, that sort of thing. So of course you have to finish the basics first. Which means a Bonus Quest has to be harder than a basic one.
Quests in Murim Noona came in five types.
Level Sub Quests were the foundational ones—the first things you had to clear to level up. They mostly involved raising your inner energy or martial arts. Hit twenty years of inner energy and you became Level 2, that kind of thing.
Next were Regional Quests. These only triggered in specific areas; the Poison King Valley Quest, for instance, only appeared here in the Chengdu region.
Third were Heroine Quests. These spanned the entire Murim and showed up whenever a heroine was nearby.
Fourth were Bonus Quests. True to the name, you could only attempt them after clearing the first three. Because the basics had to come first, finishing a Bonus Quest was never easy.
Fifth were Hidden Quests—concealed by design, and the hardest of all. Every level and every region had its own assortment of them buried somewhere, and both finding and clearing them was a nightmare. The logout condition for this entire game, the Judgment of the God of Lust Quest, was a Hidden Quest—and I still had no idea who the boss even was. Kill a hidden boss character you can't identify. How the hell was anyone supposed to clear that?
I calmly reviewed the quests I actually needed to finish.
The Level 1 Sub Quest was the kind of thing the old me would never have touched. No fighting required—just dodge or hide and you were done. But that wasn't an option anymore. Completing Heroine Quests meant fighting enemies, and surviving those fights meant I needed real martial arts. So I had to clear this Sub Quest: acquire an offensive martial art.
There were a few ways to get martial arts in the Chengdu region, including stealing techniques from the Dang Family. But using stolen Dang techniques would paint a target on my back the second anyone recognized them—and Dang arts were so distinctive that recognition was instant. Even if I got them, they'd be nearly unusable. So that was out.
Next option: buy a manual at the black market, the Black Spot. Honestly, that was the easiest way to pick up martial arts in Murim Noona. And I had money.
But anything you buy with cash at the Black Spot is low-grade junk.
So buying a manual was out too.
"Hmm. Yeah—getting it from the Poison King Valley Quest is still the best play."
Clearing the Poison King Valley Quest would net me an offensive martial art. The Poison King's techniques, no less—and the Poison King was a legend in the poison arts. In the end, completing the Poison King Valley Quest was the path to clearing both the Sub Quest and the Heroine Quest. So when I got there, I had to claim that quest no matter what.
The Bonus Quest could wait. I could always pass on it if it looked like a dead end.
"For now, surviving inside the Dang Family comes first. This place is a complete mess—might as well be a demon's den."
Either way, I'd walked into the dragon's den and the tiger's lair that was the Dang Family, and I was moving alongside Dang Juju. Primary objective: achieved.
Once again, Jong Yak-hui came to the Medicine and Poison Hall to collect her husband's medicine.
It wasn't my will. So I'm still a faithful wife.
She had given her body to Dang Dupae and Dang Dupyeong, let them toy with her—but it had never been her choice. She had surrendered herself not out of lust for those two men, but as a sacrifice to save her husband. Midway through she had clung to them and called them her lovers, but that too was only because they had used Ecstasy Balm on her. Not her will. Forced by those two animals, her spirit remained uncorrupted—or so she told herself.
I can endure this. For my husband's sake, I can endure anything.
Jong Yak-hui bit her lip, steeled herself once more against surrendering to them, and opened the door to the Medicine and Poison Hall.
As she did every day, she stripped before the two men and dropped to her knees.
I'll give you whatever you want. As long as it saves my husband.
Even as she took their cocks into her mouth, she swore she would not yield in her heart—and began to suck.
— Slurp— suck— lick-lick-lick-lick—
"Hoo… the Second Matriarch's tongue is always exquisite. Isn't it?"
"Haha! Of course. Her tongue is never wrong. Go on—take it deeper."
Aaah, filthy bastards…
— Slick— sluuurp— suck— shluuup— shloop—
Jong Yak-hui did as they demanded, taking them deeper and sucking hard.
"Hngh— her mouth really is incredible. I can't hold back."
— Thrust-thrust— gluck-gluck—
"Ghk-ghk-ghk…! Hngh-hngh!"
Even when one of them seized her head and drove his cock down her throat, she had built up a tolerance by now. It hurt—but it was bearable.
— Thrust-thrust— gluck-gluck—
"Ghk-ghk-ghk…! Hnngh-hnngh…! Aaah!"
"Hah— hah— her mouth really is paradise."
The two of them took turns ramming their cocks into Jong Yak-hui's mouth. At least she no longer vomited the way she had on the first day. That first time, the sudden assault had made her gag; now she knew what was coming, so she arrived at the Medicine and Poison Hall on an empty stomach, having eaten nothing beforehand. There was nothing left to throw up. And when they shoved themselves into her mouth, she had learned to breathe through her other passages and find a measure of calm.
"Hah— hah— the Second Matriarch's mouth-pussy is truly something else."
"Haah— haah…! Time to get on the bed for the real thing, yes?"
Assuming the use of her mouth was finished, Jong Yak-hui climbed onto the bed. The two men groped and fondled her body without restraint, toying with her as they pleased.
Filthy. But I can endure it.
She was confident she could hold out—so long as they didn't use the Ecstasy Balm.
If they only break me with Ecstasy Balm, it isn't a true surrender. So I haven't betrayed my husband.
Dang Dupae's fingers, still toying with her, pushed into Jong Yak-hui's pussy once again.
— Squish-squish— scrape-scrape— slick-slick— suck-suck—
"Haaah— haaah…!"
Whenever Dang Dupae drummed and scraped against the roof of her vagina with his fingers, Jong Yak-hui couldn't help but feel pleasure.
It's just a physical reaction. I can't help it. This isn't my will either.
She clenched her jaw and kept her mouth shut, fighting the sensation. Dang Dupae clicked his tongue at the sight of her.
"Tsk tsk. Why is the Second Matriarch always so wooden? You don't treat the Second Patriarch this way, do you?"
"Shut up. Don't you dare compare yourself to my husband."
"Heh. Fine, then. Deputy Head!"
"Yes—ready."
That's right. The only way you can break me is with that filthy Ecstasy Balm.
At first, when Dang Dupae had used the balm to force her submission—when she had thrown her arms around both of them in a haze of rapture—Jong Yak-hui had despaired at her own behavior. But that very fact had become her shield. She could tell herself it wasn't her will, only the balm, and feel no shame. So now, when Dang Dupae reached for the Ecstasy Balm, she almost welcomed it.
Whatever I do after he applies it isn't my choice. So none of it is my fault.
The balm had become the very foundation of her self-justification.
Seeing the coldness in her eyes, Dang Dupae clicked his tongue again, smeared the Ecstasy Balm ointment onto his fingers, and began working it into Jong Yak-hui's clit.
— Smear-smear—
"Hnnk! Haah— haah!"
Haah— haah— the Ecstasy Balm is spreading. My head is getting hot…
As the balm's heat bloomed from her pussy through her entire body, every nerve came alive, burning.
— Sluuurp— suck— smear-smear—
"Hiiih…! Haah— haah… aaah!"
"Haha. She only softens up once the Ecstasy Balm is on her."
Yes. The way I'm reacting isn't my will. It's all the balm. So I'm still a pure, faithful wife.
Even as her body shuddered with pleasure, Jong Yak-hui clung to the belief that her conduct was justified.
— Sluuurp— suck— smear-smear—
"Haah— haah…! Hnngh-hnngh…! Hnnk-hnnk…! Aaah— yes. Lick me harder."
"Haha. To hear the Second Matriarch say something so filthy… remarkable."
Haah— haah— this isn't my will. It's the balm.
When Dang Dupae licked her pussy, Jong Yak-hui grabbed his head and ground herself against his face. A woman seizing a man's head and rubbing her cunt on him—there was no act more wanton. And yet even as she writhed in ecstasy and spilled filthy words, Jong Yak-hui excused every bit of it as the balm's doing.
The Ecstasy Balm that had once shattered her was now the very thing that made her actions feel righteous.