Uterine Orgasm Experience (2)
The urine she'd expelled shot high into the air in a powerful arc before splattering down onto the floor.
With a long, hissing spray that dwindled into a final trickle, Jong Yak-hui emptied what seemed like every drop of moisture from her body, then collapsed onto the bed as if utterly spent.
Oh god, I've lost my mind. To squirt piss right in front of these bastards…
The sheer humiliation of having peed herself before two men flooded Jong Yak-hui with crushing shame and self-loathing, her face burning scarlet.
"Hmm. All done. Excellent. With this, the Nine-Leaf Snow Ginseng is ready."
When Dang Dupae gripped the Nine-Leaf Snow Ginseng and pulled, she felt it scrape along the walls of her womb as it withdrew with a wet, sucking slide.
"Hieek!"
The ginseng slid free of her uterus, dragged along her vaginal walls, and finally slipped out of her pussy. A hollow emptiness flooded through her, and Jong Yak-hui let out a soft moan.
"It's finished now. Return home and wait — we'll prepare the medicine and send it to you."
"Hah… hah… So if I take this, my husband's condition won't get any worse?"
"That's right. For three days it won't worsen. His current state will hold."
"What? Three days? Then what happens after three days?"
Jong Yak-hui started to rise, her expression turning to alarm.
"Then we simply brew the medicine again."
"Brew it again…? You don't mean… that in three days you'll need my womb again, the same as today?"
"Isn't that only natural?"
Dang Dupae grinned as he looked at her.
"Th-then the two of you are going to have sex with me every three days?"
"Of course."
"Oh god, how can this be…"
"If you don't like it, you're free not to come."
"……"
Jong Yak-hui realized she'd been played by their scheme once again.
It wasn't supposed to be just once. These bastards clearly have the skill to brew months' worth of medicine. But they're only making three days' supply so they can keep claiming my body. Filthy, disgusting swine…
She cursed them inwardly. But right now, she was the one with no power.
Hah… My body is already defiled by them. Whether I give myself once or ten times, what difference does it make?
She had no choice but to accept that she would have to offer her body to them every few days.
"A-all right. I'll come back to the Medicine and Poison Hall in three days."
"Heh heh. A wise decision. Then please, return at your leisure."
You bastards! May heaven strike you down. I swear I'll make you pay for this humiliation.
Vowing revenge against the two men, Jong Yak-hui left the Medicine and Poison Hall.
"Haha, Brother! Getting to keep fucking the Second Matriarch's body — this is absolutely killer!"
"Indeed. As long as the Second Patriarch remains poisoned, she has no choice but to obey us."
"What if the Second Patriarch wakes up somehow?"
"What would that change? She could never tell a soul that she slept with us. This stays a secret between the three of us, doesn't it?"
"Haha, true. Brother, you're incredible. Using the antidote as an excuse to claim that lofty Second Matriarch's body…"
"Keep following my lead and you'll get even better things."
"Haha, I trust and follow everything you say, Brother."
Watching the door Jong Yak-hui had left through, the two men laughed heartily.
"By now the Second Matriarch, Jong Yak-hui, should be right in the middle of being violated. The Third Matriarch and Fourth Matriarch will already be on the move as well. A handful of other women are probably getting ravaged by all sorts of bastards as we speak. And in the middle of all that, I'm supposed to stay at the Dang Family and go after Dang Juju. Feels like walking straight into a tiger's den."
I'd have preferred to just deliver the letter and leave, but I had to complete the Heroine Quest, so walking straight out of the Dang Family wasn't an option.
For someone with no martial arts to speak of, surviving unscathed in a place crawling with schemes and intrigue like the Dang Family was never going to be easy.
"Hah. And on top of everything, I've got to fuck Dang Juju."
My head throbbed.
"No — before that, I need an excuse to stay at the Dang Family in the first place. Without a reason to stick around, I'll never get a shot at Dang Juju."
An excuse to stay at the Dang Family? Nothing useful came to mind at the moment.
"I'll have to go there first and play it by ear. The Poison Sovereign Quest might give me an opening, at least. Problem is, I have no idea how that quest is progressing right now. So I'll just have to go and check for myself."
Back when I was a developer, I could pull up quest status with the developer monitoring tools. But now I was inside the game. There was no way to see how any quest was unfolding.
Nothing for it. Getting to the Dang Family came first.
Of course, the road to the Sichuan Dang Family was anything but smooth.
"Hey, you! Stop right there."
"Me?"
"Yeah. Who else is out here on this mountain?"
Bandits kept turning up to block my path. Men with massive sabers slung over their shoulders would come pouring out of the trees and bar the mountain road.
"Ah — was there something you needed from me?"
"Something we need? Heh. What's a mountain gallant like me need from you except the money on your person?"
Mountain gallant, my ass.
"Ah. Bandits, then."
"Haha. Quick on the uptake."
"Right, got it. Well then — keep up the good work."
"Keep up the good work?"
The bandits blocking my way went wide-eyed, heads tilting in confusion.
"I'm in a hurry."
"In a hurry? What the hell are you talking about?"
"I mean I'm going to keep walking."
"Haha. You actually think you can slip past us?"
"Why wouldn't I?"
I launched myself forward — a sharp push off the ground, a crack of displaced air — and shot straight through the gaps between them, breaking free of their encirclement in a single burst. In moments I was already putting serious distance between myself and the bandits.
"Th-that bastard…? No way — how is a person that fast?"
"How is that even possible? Can a human move like that?"
The instant I took off, the bandits' eyes bulged like oxen. They didn't even dare try to chase me as I vanished into the distance. Catching me with their lightness techniques was out of the question.
I'm the fastest person in the entire Murim Noona Game.
I had almost no offensive martial arts to speak of, but when it came to techniques for dodging enemies, I was second to none. My level was only 1-star and my inner qi was pitiful, but my stamina, agility, and resistance were all maxed out at 10-star. Bandits like these didn't stand a chance of catching me.
So whenever bandits showed up, I didn't fight them — I just ran, using my superior lightness technique to put them behind me.
The reason I'd chosen the Messenger class on my developer account was simple: for testing the game, I needed to move through its spaces as fast as possible. Of course, a 1-star Messenger who ran into bandits would normally get cleaned out, so I needed one technique that let me escape them — and that was a lightness technique faster than anyone else's. No need to fight. Just run, and you stay alive.
It was a wuxia game, but until now I'd never actually had to fight anyone. Running worked fine. Going forward, though, that wouldn't cut it. Completing quests meant fighting enemies, and fighting enemies meant martial arts and leveling up.
Either way, pure speed alone got me safely to Mianyang, bandits and all.
From Mianyang to Sichuan wasn't far.
"Proprietor — one light bowl of noodles, please."
"Yes, sir. I'll prepare a bowl of knife-cut noodles for you."
I'd stopped at a small restaurant for lunch. I ordered the knife-cut noodles and was waiting when someone tapped me on the back — or more precisely, tapped the bamboo tube strapped across it.
"Hm? Who's that?"
"Hey, you. Are you a messenger? That's a letter-tube, right? Carrying one of those around, you've got to be a messenger."
A woman was looking down at me, rudely poking the gear on my back. Two men stood beside her — bodyguards, by the look of them.
Who is she?
Judging by her face and clothes, she wasn't from around here.
"And who might the young lady be? Why the casual tone with someone you've never met?"
"So what if I talk down to a messenger? Do you even know who I am?"
Pretty face. Zero manners.
"Hah. Don't pick a fight — go eat your meal."
Talking to rude women was exhausting.
"Listen here. Are my words not getting through? I asked if you're a messenger."
"Hey. The young lady is asking you. Are you a messenger or not?"
Messengers carried their letters in a tube called a letter-tube — a long, round cylinder of bamboo. Anyone who saw one strapped to a person's back knew immediately they were looking at a messenger.
The pushy tone from the woman and her men was starting to grate. One look and it was obvious they came from some powerful clan that treated ordinary people like dirt.
"I am a messenger, yes."
"Where are you headed?"
"Chengdu. Why do you want to know?"
"Good. Perfect. I figured you were coming from Xi'an and heading toward Chengdu — looks like I was right."
"What's perfect about it?"
"I have a letter that needs to go to Chengdu. Since you're headed that way, deliver mine while you're at it."
"A letter? Dropping one off along the route is no trouble. I'll draw up a receipt, then."
"You do that."
Her tone and attitude were foul, but work was work. I took the job.
"First — the sender's name?"
"My name? Eon Sisi."
Wait. This woman was Eon Sisi?