Developing the Yin-Yang Divine Art
Because Sex is Power had reshaped my specialty, there was no need to learn swordsmanship or any other weapon arts, nor would I ever wield a weapon in earnest. Still, for the sake of maintaining a convincing disguise during my travels through the murim, I needed at least enough sword technique to match the false level of internal energy I would display.
The Sex Demon Cult’s secret archive. Inside, the most precious manuals from righteous and demonic sects, the imperial palace, and even hidden clans beyond the borders were piled haphazardly like moving crates—gifts from noblewomen who had once been enthralled by past Sex Demons and young cult leaders.
“Memorize!”
“Understand!”
The pages of sword manuals flipped rapidly as I used magic to absorb and comprehend their contents. Unlike Sex is Power, these spells let me perfectly internalize every supreme art I had ever seen in the archive, right down to the peak stage.
Imperial King Sword Form, Purple Haze Sword Art, Yin-Yang Sword Art, Blood Heaven Great Asura Sword Art, Blue Moon Sword Art, Taiji Radiant Sword, Immortal Lord Moon River Sword Art…
Back in the training chamber, I began with the Imperial King Sword Form, swinging bare-handed blade strikes. An energy resembling sword qi—yet far weaker—spread outward in a flashy display and struck the walls.
“Tch… So this is supposed to be the peak?”
It was the exclusive sword art of the Namgung family head, yet the energy was feeble and only looked impressive on the surface. Trash, plain and simple.
Next, I recalled the Purple Haze Sword Art and slashed at empty air.
A storm of plum blossoms erupted from my hand at the peak stage, and genuine sword qi surged forth. Where the qi passed, translucent plum blossoms scattered, filling the chamber with an intensely sweet floral scent so thick it made my head throb.
This was the problem with using righteous supreme arts through a Sex is Power foundation—the scent. Even if the Mount Hua experts who trained daily in this fragrance never suspected an outsider was wielding their sect’s secret art, how could they fail to notice the smell? This technique could only be used if every witness at the scene was either killed or captured.
Then came the Yin-Yang Sword Art. It was a bewildering style that required two swords to move independently. I didn’t know which sect it belonged to, but its grade was high enough to sit among these other peak manuals.
I stood still for a long while, replaying the core principles in my mind. Suddenly, it felt as though parallel circuits of thought had opened.
“!”
My left and right thoughts began thinking different things while still communicating perfectly, each side fully aware of what the other was thinking.
Even if they’re my own thoughts, they sure pick the dirtiest ones.
Once stray thoughts crept in, every kind of idea flooded my head. Eventually both sides converged on lewd thoughts. I shook my head and burned away the last of my patience.
I grabbed two wooden swords from the rack at the edge of the training ground. Mana from the heart’s mana circle flowed into my left hand while demonic qi from my dantian surged into my right. I struck the training dummy with both.
The fierce sparks flew. The dummy’s head caved in deeply on one side while the opposite flank only dented by two finger-widths.
As expected, the mana side hits harder.
“Let’s see… destructive power changes depending on the quality of the energy used… different energies in each hand… flowers in both hands… women in both hands…!”
A realization on par with reaching the sixth circle swept through my body.
“As expected of a supreme sword art—no, this art contains the profound mysteries of a divine technique!”
Plenty of other manuals remained, but today’s progress was enough. I dismissed the energies and tossed the wooden swords aside.
Thin threads, only a few micrometers thick, shot out from below me, wrapped around the swords, and gently returned them to their original rack.
With a slight delay, both swords settled back into place. Even using the Sex is Power of both testicles, I could now wield the Yin-Yang Sword Art. It was time to expand it into the more versatile Yin-Yang Divine Art.
I returned to the archive and searched every internal-energy manual, but found no trace of the “Yin-Yang Divine Art.” Given that the archive had never been raided since the first Sex Demon, either the manual had never been obtained alongside the sword art, or…
“It probably never existed in the first place…”
A magic of similar principle existed on the Rohan Continent—an eighth-circle spell from the founding myth of the now-destroyed empire. Its elven caster had been warned of the danger by her master, yet she used it repeatedly for the first emperor and ultimately went mad, nearly destroying the Great Forest that was the elves’ home.
Since that spell wasn’t a sword art, it was probably closer to the versatile Yin-Yang Divine Art I envisioned. That was how dangerous it was. Without recovery magic or near-infinite lifespans like the elves, the people of this murim world could never have completed the Yin-Yang Divine Art.
In that case, I would inherit the will of the nameless sect that created and passed down the Yin-Yang Sword Art and complete the Yin-Yang Divine Art myself.
Feeling satisfied, I left the training chamber and returned to my quarters. Outside it was already pitch dark—I must have spent several hours inside.
“Haaah…”
A refreshing yawn brought a wave of fatigue. I sat on the edge of the bed, about to lie down, when the earlier insight suddenly felt worth reviewing.
Clap, clap.
The door slid open. An Ye-ryeong—the same woman whose ankle I had first grabbed in this room—stepped inside only seconds later.
“You called, Young Cult Leader. Is it time for a meal? Or perhaps…”
She wore a shy smile. I lifted her by the hips and sat her on the bed.
Our tongues tangled as we stripped each other. Realizing I would simply take her without thinking if we continued, I steadied my mind.
Yin-Yang Divine Art. Yin-Yang Divine Art!
Her now-naked, luscious breasts made my mouth water. I pushed her down, took one nipple into my mouth, and teased the other with my fingers.
“Chu… Today I’m going to train while doing this… Is that all right?”
She smiled shyly. “Yes♡ It would be an honor for this humble girl♡”
My shaft pressed against her already-wet folds and began kissing them.
“Hnnng♡”
While our lower lips met, I rolled both nipples in different rhythms and slowly parted her entrance with my length.
“P-please come in♡”
At her permission, I thrust deep inside without resistance.
“Kyaaah♡ It’s so tight♡ Please pound deep inside Ye-ryeong♡”
My hips moved faster on their own. I lost control of my grip on her nipples.
“Ahn♡ My nipples! They hurt♡ It hurts but it feels so good♡ Haaah♡”
I regained focus and prepared the first stage of the Yin-Yang Divine Art. My left hand now drew demonic qi from the dantian while my right drew mana from the core.
“Stage one—balance of power! Ye-ryeong, which nipple hurts more?”
I adjusted the output of both energies with extreme care.
“Hnn♡ Ahn, the left one♡ The side near my heart tingles strangely♡”
I eased the mana flow to my right hand while continuing to thrust.
“Ye-ryeong, which side hurts now?”
“B-both feel the same♡”
Just as she said, the balance between dantian demonic qi and core mana settled into place. Each honest answer made my dantian stir and grow slightly stronger.
So this is the feeling!
After memorizing the distance and power balance between mana and demonic qi, I swapped the energies—demonic qi to the right hand, mana to the left.
“Hnn, it feels good♡”
“Which nipple hurts more now?”
“They’re the same again♡ No, the right one hurts a little more♡ But the left one feels stronger too♡”
“Thanks, Ye-ryeong!”
I rewarded her devotion by thrusting harder and deeper while slightly increasing the demonic qi output.
“Haa, this is it♡ Both sides feel just right♡ It feels amazing♡”
I locked the new balance into memory and moved to the next stage.
“Stage two—ever-changing! Ye-ryeong, tell me if both sides hurt the same or if one hurts more!”
I rapidly alternated the flow of demonic qi and mana dozens of times per second, pinching and releasing her nipples in shifting patterns.
“Haaah♡ I-I don’t know♡”
She couldn’t keep up with the rapid changes. I decided this was far enough for today.
My hips accelerated. Ye-ryeong, already having climaxed multiple times, clung to me with desperate strength.
Her juices struck my dantian again, expanding its capacity. The strange satisfaction pushed me toward release.
“Ugh!”
To force a simultaneous climax and draw out the sense of enlightenment, I applied the Yin-Yang Divine Art to the six dragon heads.
The meat dragon inside her nodded as if it understood. It cast a transformation spell on its own.
Four thick, additional glans—each half the size of the original—sprouted along the shaft like a sunflower, or perhaps a lion’s mane. They rotated at slight angles, relentlessly targeting her weak spots.
“Kyaah♡ This feels weird♡ I just came♡ Hieeek♡ This is scary♡”
Despite her words, her limbs wrapped tightly around me, begging for my seed.
“I’m coming! Take it all!”
“Yes♡ Please fill Ye-ryeong’s insides♡”
I poured everything into her while the multiple heads continued grinding against her deepest points.
She squirted and fainted just like the first time we met.
The meat dragon slipped free and stretched proudly. Four stubby extra heads now adorned it, like thick branches on a great tree.
“Good work. Dispel.”
The extra heads vanished in a flash of light, leaving the familiar, imposing shape slick with our fluids.
Hmm.
A sudden mischievous idea struck. I cast transformation magic again.
“Transformation! Twin Dragons!”
A large amount of mana burst from my circles. A second meat dragon—actually the 1-foot-3-inch (about 38 cm) meat dragon that the great mage Mohn Hodge had once possessed—materialized right above the first.
Tears of emotion welled in my eyes at the sight.
Then a presence appeared at the door.
“Hic… I really can’t watch this.”
It was the Galbo-ryeon grand elder who had humiliated me during the enthronement ceremony.
“Your sister said you were wild and charming, so I came to see… but you’re just a sniveling, crazy child. And that pathetic excuse for a divine art? Is this really the Young Cult Leader?”
At her contemptuous expression, the meat dragon wilted and dispelled itself on its own.