The Grand Elder's Stubborn Defiance
Even as the clash of sex qi slowly advanced, it had already reached the tips of Gal Bo-ryeon's fingers.
"This isn't over yet! I'll see just how long you can keep up that hastily gathered sex qi!"
"Good grief. If you're going to be shameless, at least make it sound pretty."
"Sh-shut up! Soon I'll wrap your whole body tight—hnngh! O-outside the cult grounds!"
By now my mana had slipped past Gal Bo-ryeon's fingertips and into her wrist, slowly shaking her qi points.
"Kkhh!"
At the same time, the Six Dragons stirred inside my pants. Like a fisherman reeling in his line, the sex threads wound tighter, targeting the center of her womanhood.
"Shlrrrp!"
"Kyaaah! Wh-what is this?!"
The fluttering of her clothes drew ever closer to her lower body until the threads brushed against the thin fabric covering her slit.
"Kyaaaaah! What the hell is this?! Isn't this cheating?!"
Only then did Gal Bo-ryeon realize what was happening and cry out. Han Go-sam, who had slipped into the room unnoticed, spoke in his usual flat tone while acting as referee.
"It is pure sex qi. Please continue the match, Grand Elder."
Gal Bo-ryeon's eyes grew slightly moist at his indifferent words.
"Khh… That's cowardly! That's dirty!"
While she trembled with frustration, her elder sister—formerly Gal Du-ryeon, now Ping Du-ryeon—leaned in close and whispered.
"Bo-ryeon, just give up. It'll feel so much better~♡"
"S-sister! Aah… N-not yet! I can't end it here…!"
Gal Bo-ryeon had dropped to one knee, shaking violently, yet her outstretched right arm and fingers still pointed straight at me. Her will had not broken.
"Ooh! As expected of the Young Cult Leader! He's overwhelming her!"
"Kyaaah♡ Young Cult Leader, you can do it♡"
"Hohoho, even the Grand Elder is helpless before the Young Cult Leader."
Cheers from the cult members gathered outside the door rained down, along with a few mocking voices.
"Why hasn't Grand Elder Gal surrendered yet? The threads have been inside her for ages."
"Seriously, she's so stubborn. Is she throwing a tantrum because she hates losing?"
"Serves her right for always looking down on the male disciples."
"Right? She even scolded me last time for not greeting her properly…"
"Ugh… hnngh♡ N-no! I just…"
While Gal Bo-ryeon faced the materialized heart demon, my mana had already begun invading the sensitive area beneath her arms.
"Khh♡ How long are you going to keep releasing sex qi?! J-just give up already!"
Indeed, this spot was the source of her sex qi. She put up fierce resistance, but as expected of a Grand Elder and peak demon, she quickly adapted even to the threads rubbing against her most intimate place.
"Alright, let's see if you can handle this too."
More threads shot out from my lower body. This time, two palm-sized nets of sex threads struck each of her large breasts, latching precisely onto her nipples. The shameless clusters began wriggling on top of her clothes like living creatures.
"Kyaaah! Wh-what is this?! Get them off right now!"
Han Go-sam immediately warned her again.
"Grand Elder, those are also pure sex qi and are permitted under the rules of a sex qi match. If you continue making unreasonable claims, I will declare the Young Cult Leader the winner by default."
"Haa♡ I-I won't give up! I know a few tricks too—khh♡ I can still—khah♡ I won't…"
The moment she seriously considered surrendering, I fired another bundle of threads straight into her open mouth, stuffing it full.
"Mmph! Mmmph! Hnnngh! Hnn♡ Haa♡ Hup♡"
Now Gal Bo-ryeon couldn't even voice her surrender.
"Having trouble breathing? You should have surrendered earlier."
It was time to collect the price of her challenge. Without hesitation, the threads spread to every weak point—her neck, armpits, ears, navel, buttocks, thighs, and the backs of her knees.
"Kaaah♡ Aah♡ H-hey…♡"
**
Only two quarters of an hour later—
"Shlrrrrrp!"
"Thud thud thud!"
"…"
Her resistance vanished in an instant. Even after I quickly pulled the threads from her mouth, no words came out. Having had every weak point stimulated, she had fainted while still standing.
"Drip drip drip drip"
"Shlrrrp"
"Thud!"
"Tremble tremble tremble!"
When I released the threads wrapped around her body, Gal Bo-ryeon collapsed on the spot, urinating as convulsions wracked her unconscious form.
"Looks like she's passed out. Han, doesn't this count as my victory?"
"Yes, technically it does. However, since this is a default loss on her part, should Grand Elder Gal later dispute the result and challenge you again, you must accept the rematch immediately—even tomorrow. And… given her personality, once she regains consciousness she will almost certainly challenge you again."
I clicked my tongue at the Sex Demon Cult's custom: after waiting over a thousand years for the return of a true Sex Demon, "persistence" had become half their doctrine. Thus, "the match isn't over until one side gives up."
"So you're saying Gal Bo-ryeon will challenge me again even after ending up like that?"
"She will. It's getting late—please retire for the night."
With those words, Han Go-sam carried the unconscious Gal Bo-ryeon out of the room. The spectators had already dispersed to their own quarters. Only An Ye-ryeong and I remained in the large chamber. She had bathed and now stood beside the bed, emitting a fresh, clean scent.
"Y-Young Cult Leader… I should return to my room for tonight…"
"Oh? I've been busy lately and haven't been able to embrace the Chastity Unit girls properly. I know that if this night passes, it will be a full fortnight before your turn comes around again. Are you really going to throw away this chance yourself?"
"B-but… it's still a little sore down there…♡"
As she spoke, An Ye-ryeong twisted her legs together while standing. I slowly began removing her disheveled clothes.
"If it's sore, then it needs to be soothed, doesn't it? I've mastered a great technique called 'Sexual Massage' that came from the western lands beyond the desert. It seems quite effective for recovering from fatigue. Would you like to try it?"
Of course, no such thing existed in this murim world—only the occasional camel caravan from the far west ever arrived. I had learned it from video lectures by my former Japanese master, "Mr. Shim," in my first life.
"Umm… I don't really know what it is, but I'll trust you, Young Cult Leader♡"
Her blind faith made my manly heart swell with pride.
"Very good. Tonight will be a very long night, so steel yourself!"
"Kyaaah♡"
In my right hand, as I climbed onto her stomach, I held a small porcelain bottle. Inside was the Sex Demon Cult's special fragrant oil—imported from the Khitan and containing sperm whale oil—that I had received as a gift on the day I became Young Cult Leader.
"Pop!"
"Glug glug glug!"
I opened the sealed lid and poured a little onto my hand. A yellowish yet transparent, slightly thick liquid spread a scent that stirred the senses throughout the room. After rubbing the oil between my palms, I drew a tiny thread of mana from my fingertips and converted it into the electric attribute. First I tested the intensity on my own palm, then began massaging her hands.
"Discharge!"
"Rub rub!"
"Zzzzt!"
"Hnnngh♡ Haaah♡"
An Ye-ryeong twitched slightly and let out a series of soft moans, clearly feeling her knotted muscles being carefully loosened. The massage started at her limbs and gradually moved toward her more sensitive areas.
"Haaah♡ Y-Young Cult Leader♡ It feels… so good♡"
"Squish!"
After replenishing the oil, I stroked both of her smooth, hairless armpits at once. A higher-pitched moan escaped her lips.
"Kyaaah♡ It tickles♡"
Skipping her large breasts for now, I applied oil to her lower abdomen and sides where a subtle alluring curve existed, then had her lie face-down.
"Warm!"
"Fwoooosh!"
I sent a warm current into the spot slightly left of the center of her back, behind her heart. This would improve her blood circulation, enhance her condition, and heighten her sexual sensitivity.
'That's why it's essential for what we're about to do.'
Though her circulation had improved, the mental fatigue from our earlier session and the unknown aphrodisiac components in the oil left her eyes glazed as she received the massage.
"Heee~ Feels… so good♡"
After finishing her back, I started again from the soles of her feet—ankles, calves, backs of the knees, thighs, and finally her firm, squeezable buttocks—massaging thoroughly while still avoiding her intimate areas. I turned her onto her back once more and checked every inch except her breasts and womanhood to ensure no spot lacked oil.
Now my demonic hands slowly reached for her breasts.
"Squish squish!"
Starting gently around her breasts and gradually increasing pressure, my hands moved toward her areolas.
"Hnnngh♡ My nipples… twist them harder~♡"
An Ye-ryeong swayed her chest invitingly. Despite her innocent face, her breasts boldly displayed their presence with provocative movements. Regrettably, they were not tonight's main target, so I exercised superhuman patience.
"Ahem! It cannot be helped. The great technique has its proper order. Just focus on feeling good, Ye-ryeong."
"Aah♡ Okay~♡"
Finally, I stroked her already plump areolas from the outside inward with moderate strength.
"Kyaaah♡"
Once her breasts' sensitivity had risen sufficiently, I gave her nipples a firm squeeze at last.
"Twist!"
"Squirt! Squirt!"
"Hnnngh♡ Too much… feels too good♡ Young Cult Leader~ Please stop playing with my breasts! Play with my pussy instead♡"
Spurred by her plea, my hands advanced downward.
"Slide"
"Twitch twitch!"
When my fingertips brushed her navel, the lips between her slightly parted legs fluttered, beckoning me to hurry.
"Throb! Throb!"
The Six Dragons protested angrily, splattering precum as if demanding why I hadn't let them in yet. I endured with superhuman patience.
'This is all for your sake, you fool.'
"Nod"
When I inwardly scolded the creature, it sullenly nodded.
'Good boy.'
My hand continued without stopping, slowly caressing An Ye-ryeong's groin. Even while suppressing the mana at my fingertips as much as possible, the moans leaking from her mouth grew louder, so I sealed her lips with my own.
"Haaah♡ Mmmph♡ Mmm♡"
With my left hand I gently rubbed her soft, moist outer lips while my right hand slowly traveled between her buttocks, spreading the oil.
The plump yet resilient feel of her buttocks proved that she, too, was a trained martial artist who had not neglected her training.