The Dangers of Overindulgence
After paying the advance fee, the young sect leader unexpectedly began to cooperate with Seong-il’s dual cultivation training in earnest. No—it went far beyond cooperation. She was in full heat, practically throwing herself at him every single day.
They say a virgin changes once she gets a taste of sex, and damn, it really was true.
Seong-il didn’t exactly dislike the shift in her attitude… but at times, her excessive demands became a burden. Like right now.
“Slurp… slurp…”
Using the excuse of a meal, she had dragged him back to the room, personally brought the food in, set the table, sat him down, and made him eat. Then she slipped beneath the table, knelt between his legs, and began devouring his cock with ravenous hunger.
Shit… getting a blowjob while eating is incredible, I’ll give her that…
Thanks to his dual cultivation training, Seong-il’s libido and stamina had grown dramatically, so frequent sessions were necessary. Even so, she craved sex far more than he required. She fulfilled nearly every request he made and had begun proactively serving him like this even without being asked.
That said… I’ve been focusing way too much on sex lately. The foreshadowing I planned is getting delayed, and my body feels like it’s starting to wear down…
Seong-il ate with a complicated expression, gazing down at the young sect leader. Whether she knew his inner thoughts or not, Eun-wol remained completely focused on sucking him off.
She swirled her tongue around his glans, then poked and prodded the slit of his urethra with the tip, teasing him mercilessly. Whenever he flinched, she would smile as if his reaction was adorable, then lick the throbbing shaft like she was savoring an ice cream cone. When her lewd tongue reached his balls, she rolled them gently with it before carefully taking the sac between her lips and sucking without letting her teeth touch. After sucking on his balls for a while, she’d extend her tongue again, lick up the shaft, take the head back into her mouth, purse her lips tightly around it, and begin bobbing her head back and forth.
“Ugh…!”
When Seong-il let out a moan while trying to eat, she saw her chance. She took a quiet breath and swallowed his entire length deep into her throat.
“Haa… gulp…! Gulp…!”
Once she had taken him to the root, she began rhythmically squeezing and releasing his cock with her throat muscles. The tight, rippling stimulation made Seong-il forget his meal entirely. He leaned his head back, savoring the pleasure. But she wasn’t done. She began violently bobbing her head, sucking him with ferocious intensity.
“Haa…”
Seong-il tried to endure the pleasure while catching his breath, but she refused to let him. She performed a deepthroat while simultaneously using her tongue to caress every inch that couldn’t fit down her throat.
“Kgh… ugh…”
In the end, Seong-il couldn’t withstand the new level of pleasure she was showing him and erupted straight into her throat.
“Gulp… gulp… slurp…”
Once he finished ejaculating, the excess semen that wouldn’t fit in her mouth overflowed from the young sect leader’s lips. She quickly used her lips and tongue to scoop up every drop that ran down his shaft and swallowed it all.
“Sluuurp… slurp… gulp… haa…”
After meticulously licking up every last trace and swallowing it, she let out a satisfied sigh. Then she licked her lips, clearly indicating this wasn’t the end. She took just the head back into her mouth and sucked while her tongue flicked teasingly at his urethra. Both hands gently massaged his balls and shaft in a soothing caress.
“Hng… kgh!”
Even after one climax, the strange, lingering pleasure returned, along with a peculiar sensation. The stimulating ache at the tip of his urethra made the remaining semen in his prostate and cock begin to leak out, as if her tongue was begging for the locked door to open. The young sect leader refused to miss even a single drop. She sucked hard one final time, milking out every last remnant.
“So… Young Master, how was my mouth-pussy? It’s gotten better than before, right?”
Eun-wol knelt neatly beneath him, looking up with a coquettish smile. Seong-il nodded.
“Yeah. Your mouth-pussy is flawless now.”
At his praise, Eun-wol covered her mouth with her sleeve and hand, giggling delightedly.
“Then please enjoy the rest of your meal, Young Master. I’ll go practice my martial arts for a bit and come right back.”
As she tried to stand, Seong-il grabbed her and asked.
“By the way, where did Saekma go?”
“Ah, I thought that rotten face of his would ruin your appetite if he stayed nearby, so I sent him away for a while~”
“...Stop bullshitting.”
When Seong-il spoke seriously, the young sect leader flinched and answered properly.
“I sent him on an errand. The rainy season is coming soon. I told him to buy some rain gear.”
“I see. I’ll finish eating, so you can leave now.”
Rather than answering with words, Eun-wol simply gave him a bright smile and left the room.
Surprisingly, the one funding this group was Saekma. But when you looked into it, it made perfect sense. Several years ago he had been captured by the young sect leader and turned into her slave, running errands and attending to her every need. The Demonic Cult, knowing his circumstances, had given him a massive allowance specifically for maintaining her dignity and comfort. Thanks to that, the party never lacked for money.
Since he has quite a bit of money, whenever we stay at a decent brothel we always rent out the entire annex…
While Seong-il was thinking, someone knocked on the door and called out to him.
“Young Master, are you there?”
Saekma? What does he want…?
Without much reply, Seong-il went straight to the door and opened it.
“Young Master, I’d like to discuss something with you. Do you have a moment?”
At that moment, Eun-wol appeared like a ghost and cut him off.
“What is it? Why are you bothering the Young Master?”
“Ah…! I wanted to give him some advice regarding martial arts.”
The young sect leader snorted at his words.
“If that’s the case, I’ll listen too. Since I’m training with the Young Master anyway, it wouldn’t hurt for me to hear it, right?”
Saekma’s face grew serious as he pushed back.
“No… no matter what, this is about my secret techniques. Don’t you think it’s inappropriate to share them with the young sect leader, who isn’t even a successor?”
Seong-il agreed with Saekma and turned to Eun-wol.
“I think Saekma is right about this… Eun-wol. I’m sorry, but could you leave us for a bit?”
“Well… if the Young Master says so, then of course. I understand!”
With those words, Eun-wol turned away with a slightly pouty expression and disappeared into her own room.
Once Saekma entered Seong-il’s room, he began speaking.
“Young Master. Lately while training, haven’t you often felt a refreshing, cooling sensation in your body?”
“Ah, that feeling? I feel it often when training with the young sect leader. I thought it was because I was absorbing yin energy?”
Saekma nodded at his answer.
“That’s correct. However, you should know that this sensation isn’t entirely a good thing.”
“Why not? Isn’t the principle of dual cultivation to absorb yin energy, fuse it with my yang energy, and increase my internal power?”
At Seong-il’s question, Saekma’s expression hardened. He shook his head.
“Originally, yes. Originally.”
?
Seong-il couldn’t shake the feeling of unease at those words.
“Young Master. That refreshing sensation isn’t something one can feel easily. Even I, in all my years, have only experienced it a handful of times.”
“When having relations with ordinary women, you almost never feel that cooling sensation. At most, you might feel something like ‘energy entering the body.’”
Seong-il asked with a curious expression.
“Then why do I feel it so strongly with her?”
“Well… it’s obviously because of her constitution. She possesses an extremely powerful yin energy.”
He paused for a moment, thinking deeply, then continued.
“Do you know what kind of women gave me that cooling sensation?”
“I don’t know. Female martial arts masters?”
Saekma smiled faintly.
“No. They were old spinsters well past their prime, or widows who had lost their husbands early and maintained their chastity for decades.”
“...”
When Seong-il was left speechless, Saekma sighed and continued.
“You get the idea, right? The young sect leader is releasing every single day the kind of yin energy that an ordinary woman would need decades to accumulate.”
“Of course, her yin energy will have a positive effect on you, Young Master. However…”
At the way he trailed off, Seong-il couldn’t hide his unease.
“However…?”
Saekma sighed again and continued his explanation.
“The problem is that you aren’t ready to fully accept the young sect leader yet. To be blunt, if you continue training like this, your martial arts will certainly grow stronger, but there’s a very high chance of side effects—whether small or large.”
“...What kind of side effects?”
Looking Seong-il straight in the eyes, Saekma said gravely.
“In mild cases, your body suffers from excessive yin energy. In severe cases…”
“In severe cases…?”
“You become a eunuch.”
“!!!!!!!!!”
The horrifying words made Seong-il jump up from his seat and stumble backward. The flustered Saekma quickly approached and tried to calm him.
“T-that was the worst-case scenario! It doesn’t necessarily mean it will happen! Usually you’d just become weak and bedridden for a while. Of course, even that isn’t good for you.”
Terrified, Seong-il grabbed Saekma’s hand and begged for advice.
“Then what should I do from now on?”
“For the time being, you should stop having relations with the young sect leader. Focus on cultivating with ordinary women who possess normal yin energy. Once you strengthen your own capacity that way, training with her later shouldn’t cause major problems…”
Seong-il had been relieved by the solution, but the uneasy way Saekma trailed off made him anxious again.
“Why? Why is there another ‘however’…?”
“The thing is… right now you’re in the middle of emotionally taming the young sect leader. It would be such a shame to miss this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.”
“Taming her? What do you mean?”
Saekma’s face lit up as if he’d been waiting for the question, and he began to explain.
“It’s simple. When a woman experiences dual cultivation for the first time, she undergoes something she’s never felt before in her life. She instinctively realizes that the insufficient yang energy in her body has become balanced with her yin energy, bringing her body to its optimal state.”
Seong-il nodded in understanding.
“Ah, so her yin-heavy body becomes balanced when combined with my yang energy?”
“Exactly! In that state, a woman’s body becomes extremely sensitive and craving toward the man’s yang energy. If you continue dual cultivation consistently during this period, the woman will not only open her heart emotionally and rely on the man, but she’ll even mistake her feelings for love.”
Thinking back on Eun-wol’s recent behavior, Seong-il realized it was exactly as Saekma described. After only a short period of mutual exploration through continuous dual cultivation, she had begun opening her heart to him and showing friendly affection.
“The problem is that these emotional delusions are most intense in the beginning. If you miss that window and leave her neglected for a long time before resuming training, the chance to tame her will be lost forever.”
Seong-il felt as if he’d been struck by lightning.
Wait… doesn’t that mean Eun-wol could become passive during sex, or even refuse it…?
He thought about how she had been these past few days—an absolute beauty aggressively pressing herself against him. He loved the way this peerless beauty worked so hard to please an ordinary man like him, acting coquettish and seductive. He didn’t want to lose that sight. So he asked Saekma for a solution.
However, Saekma only gave him a skeptical look.
“There is no shortcut. You must walk the proper path. You need to raise your dual cultivation skill to at least the third level to solve this.”
But the moment he heard those words, a powerful solution flashed through Seong-il’s mind.
Do I really need to raise my dual cultivation here? Can’t I just go to another world, fuck some women there to train, then come back?
The depression that had weighed on him vanished in an instant. Seong-il spoke to Saekma.
“Hmm. I’ll figure that part out somehow. So, what else should I do?”
Saekma looked slightly puzzled but didn’t press the issue and continued.
“Well… first, it would be good to find other training partners. As I mentioned before, ordinary women don’t possess yin energy as strong as the young sect leader’s, so working with multiple partners will be more effective.”
“Also, you shouldn’t overdo it with one woman. If she becomes too thoroughly trained, she might develop an addiction and become obsessively attached to you. Moderation is key.”
Seong-il frowned at those words.
“That sounds like a side effect you didn’t mention last time?”
Saekma put on a shameless expression.
“That’s because you asked about side effects for the ‘practitioner,’ not for the ‘partners,’ didn’t you?”
…This bastard really—
Seong-il wanted nothing more than to slap him across the face, but since Saekma was the lifeline teaching him martial arts, he desperately swallowed his anger. Saekma, with his ghostly perceptiveness, immediately noticed Seong-il’s displeasure and continued giving advice in a soothing tone.
“Or! How about you take the Great Recovery Pill that you promised the young sect leader? It’s a spiritual medicine filled with extreme yang energy. If you consume it, you should be able to continue training with her without any problems.”
Seong-il shook his head.
“I want to fulfill the main points of our agreement as much as possible without tampering with them. I’ll give the spiritual medicine to the young sect leader as promised.”
Saekma looked regretful.
“Sigh… but if you eat it, the young sect leader would share it anyway. Why not just— Or you could eat a ton of nourishing food, or have some medicine prepared…”
“The problem is that Central Plains pharmacology often focuses on complementary effects between ingredients. Eating too many different things greatly increases the chance of side effects. Why not just take the Great Recovery Pill?”
But Seong-il had already thought of a solution that didn’t require breaking his promise, so he simply said he would handle it himself. Eventually, Saekma gave up trying to persuade him. He stood up, repeating that Seong-il should look for other women.
For now, let’s return to reality and think this over.
Having finished contemplating, Seong-il used his phone to return to the real world.