The Beginning of the Storm 1
The threesome with Haruna and An Hyeonmi that started in the morning was pure thrill. It was a close call until Harina headed out for her part-time job. The moment Harina stepped outside, An Hyeonmi shared her breast milk with Haruna. Haruna, fully in heat from the Saintess's Breast Milk, let out inhuman moans and turned into a total pleasure pig, letting me cook up both her and An Hyeonmi however I wanted. Or maybe it was the other way around.
In the living room, the kitchen, the master bedroom, Haruna's room, in the shower, on my bed... I kept creampieing the busty mom and daughter duo over and over. The grand finale came when An Hyeonmi, using Friday as an excuse, gifted Harina an overnight stay away from home. If we'd been in an apartment, we probably would've gotten noise complaints. I never imagined Haruna could scream like such a slut.
When one got tired, the other would perk up and demand more creampies, taking turns until I had to pull an all-nighter. It was only the sound of Harina coming home at dawn that let me finally escape the creampie den of the master bedroom.
"Oh? Oppa, were you waiting for me to go to the gym?"
"Yeah. Let's hit it!"
I had to hide the cum-soaked states of Haruna and An Hyeonmi, after all. We naturally started our morning workout with Rina. An hour of running. Then an hour of sparring at the martial arts gym.
Thud! Thud!! Thud!!
It was a totally different sound from before. Not the light smack of hitting a sandbag. It was a heavy, dull thud, like a battering ram slamming into a solid shield, absorbing the full impact.
"Ngh...!"
Harina took my heavy punch to her gut with her whole body, letting out a low groan. Her body bent into a 'ㄱ' shape for a moment, but she didn't fall. Instead, she gritted her teeth, endured it, and as soon as the shockwave faded, she reset her guard.
"Good. You're getting better at absorbing impacts. But you're still far off. Exhale the moment you get hit. Tense your muscles to deflect the shock. And you could've dodged the first one with a left weave. The King is looking solid now."
I pushed her hard, mixing praise with pointers. Rina's eyes no longer drowned in pleasure. They burned with a warrior's resolve to overcome pain and shatter limits. Her masochistic tendencies were becoming a controllable, powerful weapon.
"Hah... hah... One... one more time!"
Sweat-drenched, she provocatively lifted her chin. It was so impressive and beautiful that a smile crept onto my lips unbidden. Her sharp jawline made Rina's beauty stand out even more. My little sister was a far stronger woman than I'd ever imagined.
When the two-hour hell training finally ended, we collapsed spread-eagled on the ring floor at the same time, like we'd planned it. I'd had my stamina drained all night, so I was in the negatives. The dim fluorescent lights on the ceiling spun dizzily.
"Oppa... can I... really become a tank?"
Harina asked between ragged breaths. There wasn't a shred of doubt in her voice anymore—just pure anticipation and hope.
"Of course. You're already the best tank."
We lay there for a long while, listening to each other's harsh breathing. The sweat-and-heat-filled air of the gym felt strangely peaceful. Under the name of family, we were becoming more than just siblings—the ultimate partners pushing each other to grow.
That peace was shattered by the sharp vibration in my pocket. The caller: One-eyed Taylor. I picked up with a puzzled look. The report time wasn't for hours yet.
"What's up?"
The voice on the other end was beyond urgent—it was laced with terror.
On the way home, Harina chattered excitedly about today's training gains. But my mind was stuck on Taylor's panicked voice.
'The Blood Raven Mercenaries are sending assassins again?'
After their leader, the bald rocker Min, died, I figured One-eyed Taylor would take over. But the Blood Raven Mercenaries got an unexpected new boss. Roel, the Carrot of Death. A character I'd never even heard of in the novel.
He seized control of the Blood Raven Mercenaries, grew suspicious of Min's death, and started investigating. His sharp blade was now pointing from Taylor straight at me.
"Oppa, something bad happen? Your face has been weird since earlier."
Harina peered at me worriedly.
"Nah. Just tired."
I forced a smile, but my head was spinning. Taylor was the only one who knew I was the Cult Leader's son. He'd held out without spilling it so far, but he said if he couldn't come up with a solid excuse, he'd be the first to die.
The moment we got home, I called Taylor back.
"Status?"
Taylor's voice was dead serious. Telling them I was the Cult Leader's son would fix it easy, but he was honoring our deal. The guy looked like a corrupt villain with zero credibility, but this was unexpected.
"Got it. From now on, do exactly what I say."
"Yes, hyungnim!"
"Tell Roel: Min's death wasn't an accident. I killed him."
"What?! Hyungnim, what the—!"
"And the reason... he wasn't qualified to be the new owner of the Blood Raven Mercenaries. The real owner is someone else. Pass that on."
I heard Taylor gulp on the other end.
"Finally, tell him there's a business deal to discuss tonight, so gather everyone. New Seoul outskirts, Area 599, Red Club, right?"
"Y-yeah... address is right. But business?"
"Relay it and get them all there."
I glanced out the window. Peaceful evening—Mom, big sis, and little sis laughing in the living room. To protect that peace, I'd gladly become the devil.
"Say we'll talk details in person. 6 PM tonight, Area 599, Red Club."
I hung up unilaterally. The dice were rolled. Whether Roel accepted my offer or chose war depended on his ambition.
That night, at the appointed time, I headed to the Red Club alone. A place reeking of rust and sewage. Called Red Club because of all the whores who used to work there. Lingering from old days, it kept folks away.
Men sharpening knives and eyeing me. One-legged guys, one-eyed like Taylor. Mercenary bands scraping by, leaning on each other—do anything for pay.
"Area 599..."
I passed the gloomy alleys into a somewhat open square.
"This is it."
I perched on an old drum barrel in the center. Already, roughnecks with "don't fuck with me" written on their faces squatted smoking.
Life Detection
The Life Detection skill mapped every living thing in an 11-meter radius.
"51, 52... no, 58."
More Blood Raven Mercenaries than expected.
Screeech—the massive iron gate swung open, revealing a hulking man. Easily over 2 meters tall, body covered in scars and a steel prosthetic arm. Overwhelming it all: cold eyes glowing orange.
Carrot of Death Roel. Just like Taylor said, his presence froze the air.
One-eyed Taylor and another guy trailed behind him.
"You're Hadojin, the Cult Leader's seventh son."
His voice was low and gravelly, like grinding metal.
"Even as the Cult Leader's son, killing Rockus and daring to pitch business to me."
"Nice to meet you, Roel. Smaller than the rumors."
I crossed my legs casually. His eyebrow twitched at the taunt.
"Let's hear this business pitch. Waste my time, and you'll be the first test for my new arm."
"Oh, threats right off the bat?"
I stretched and stood slowly. His prosthetic gleamed in the sunlight—he must polish it obsessively. Roel snorted.
"Too bad you won't get to try it out."
Snap—
The murmurs stopped. The square fell silent, breaths held—only a bird flapping away proved time hadn't frozen. In my hand: Roel's head, mouth still flapping like it had words left. Blood spurted like from a syringe, face in disbelief.
Then his massive body toppled backward with a thud.
I give my all even against small fry. That's respect for any opponent.
"Attention! The Blood Raven leader spot seems open to anyone... Let's pick the next one right here. Hands up if you want it!"
Silence.
"Oh. Right. I'm Hadojin, seventh son of the Republic of Korea Cult Leader... known as the Seventh Prince."
Murmurs erupted.
"From now on, no more assassination gigs. What's the fun in sneaky kills? Right?"
All eyes on Roel's head in my grip. I tossed it aside.
"This was a fair duel. You all saw. Yeah?"
"......"
"Answer!"
"Yes!!!!!"
The square roared.
"And what's with those ragtag outfits? Living in filth—you roaches? Inhumans? Hey, Taylor!"
"Yes!! Yes, hyungnim!"
One-eyed Taylor rushed forward.
"Why are you guys so broke?"
Taylor scratched his head.
"The Giant Mercenary Band takes 50% of our earnings. Roel... was dispatched from them too, so we couldn't refuse."
"Giant Mercenary Band—from the Brutal Kingdom up north."
"...Yes."
I shook my head. Brutal Kingdom—the last kingdom on the northern continent. Beyond the Death Forest north of the Republic of Korea Cult State and Aldamia Holy Kingdom: a Viking barbarian land.
"Why pay tribute to Brutal Kingdom mercs? Debt?"
"Small bands like us have no real gigs. To get monster subjugation jobs, we have to be their sub-org."
"Money's the issue, huh."
Taylor bowed his head. I recalled the family photo in his wallet he'd pulled out once. He was a family man busting his ass for his wife and daughter, just like these guys.
"Attention!"
I bellowed. They were all Taylors—family heads, not bloodthirsty killers, just regular Joes bad at making cash.
"Blood Raven Mercenaries' new leader is One-eyed Taylor, effective now. Cut ties with Giant Mercenary Band... no more monster gigs. You're all on the New Club Project to turn Area 599 livable starting today."
Taylor blinked.
"We wanna make it livable, but it's so rundown..."
"This should cover roads and buildings."
I handed Taylor a pouch. Part of the golden wheat I'd harvested visiting Marlin for Golden Goblin's Advanced Elixir.
"G-g-gold?? And this... this is...!"
Rare herb from Marlin's dungeon: Moonlight Grass. Taylor's eyes bulged. A vet like him knew its worth—a legendary herb that could revive the dying, priceless.
"I won't make you change the Blood Raven name. You're now my secret org officially. Pay: ten times over."
Everyone froze at my shout.
"And now, official commission to Blood Raven Mercenaries. From today... become beloved dads. Respected heads of household. That's my request. Pay: one gold nyang per head."