The Middle Finger Showdown
Slurp, smack. Ping Du-ryeon! You already know how hard it is to shoot sex qi from your right hand using your left, don’t you? And the farther it gets from your body, the tougher it is to control the inner energy. So tell me—which finger is the hardest?
“Th-the middle finger of the left hand, my lord.”
“Exactly. That’s why we’re settling this with my left middle finger against yours. I’ll say it upfront—if I lose even with this finger, I’ll gladly accept defeat and leave the Sex Demon Cult right here and now. So you’d better swear on the spot that you’ll see this through to the end. No fainting and running away like yesterday.”
“Wh-who’s running away?! Yesterday was just an accident—”
“Fine, fine. Then sign this.”
Before Ping Du-ryeon could even stand, I had already prepared the document. I sent it floating toward her with the art of void manipulation.
One. The Young Cult Leader and the Grand Elder shall conduct a fair sex qi duel under the supervision of the First Elder at the agreed location.
One. The Young Cult Leader will use her left middle finger; the Grand Elder will use his right index finger.
One. Should the Young Cult Leader win, the Grand Elder must submit to her absolute authority. Should the Grand Elder win, the Young Cult Leader shall leave the main cult immediately.
One. Neither party may leave the designated spot until the match is decided. Departure will be treated as immediate defeat.
Year, Month, Day — Young Cult Leader [ ○ ○ ○ ], Grand Elder [ ]
“This contract is far too simple. Are you playing some kind of trick?”
“If you’re worried, just win. Win and it’s all yours. Or… don’t tell me you lack confidence?”
I deliberately formed my left hand into a Dharma seal, straightened my index finger like a soaring dragon, and wiggled my middle finger at her.
“Grr! You’ll regret this!”
Since I had already signed my part, she furiously scrawled her name in her own section.
<Grand Elder Ping Du-ryeon>
‘You’re finished now. Heh heh heh.’
A pink current crackled in the air between her glaring finger and my barely concealed smirk.
— Zzzt!
Having already gauged my level, she poured everything into her opening strike.
“I’ll finish you in one shot!”
“Heh heh, I could finish you with just one thrust of my cock too, you know. Kuk kuk.”
I deliberately timed a vulgar taunt. Raised in constant adoration, she had no resistance to such crude remarks.
“You—! That filthy mouth again! Prepare yourself, you lust demon!”
I sent a slightly weakened burst of genuine sex qi from my balls. The collision point in the air slowly drifted toward me.
— Crackle! Pop!
“Hah, all you know how to do is wag your tongue and your dick. Your finger sex qi is pathetic!”
The collision zone reached right in front of my middle finger.
“Playtime’s over. Slurp! Gulp! That hit the spot.”
After finishing the last bite of noodles, I patted my stomach with my right hand and slowly raised my mana output toward her.
‘Five percent.’
The collision zone twitched.
‘Ten percent.’
The pink current darkened and began forming geometric patterns along its surface.
‘Fifteen percent.’
— Bang! Pop-pop!
The patterns spread outward, igniting tiny fireworks.
‘Twenty percent.’
Despite the apparent stalemate, her sex qi—already stirred up yesterday—was now falling under my control.
‘Twenty-five percent.’
Without her realizing it, her own energy began dancing to my commands.
“H-huh? Wh-what’s happening?”
‘Thirty percent.’
The straight-line flow twisted into a small heart shape and shot straight into the fingerprint of her finger.
“Khhiiit!”
She reacted as if struck by lightning, yet she still refused to surrender.
“The f-fight isn’t… over yet…!”
I rose from my seat to end her pointless resistance. While she trembled, finger still extended, I cast a spell using the Sun God Art.
‘Scan.’
Invisible rays shot from my eyes, peering inside her body. Her silhouette appeared like a detective manga culprit outline. Focusing on specific areas revealed detailed internal structures, minus color.
‘Oh? So she’s still a virgin.’
The sight of her efforts—climbing to the highest ranks of the Sex Demon Cult through sheer skill while fending off countless temptations—moved even the dragon in my pants. A single tear of admiration slid down.
— Drip!
“Ahem.”
I observed the flow of her inner energy, including sex qi. Once I concentrated, various currents appeared as bright white lines over her silhouette. She hadn’t fully recovered from yesterday; dozens of spots across her body showed blocked, congested energy.
“You challenged me in this condition? You probably didn’t even sleep.”
“Grr… you lust demon!”
With her free left hand, she covered her nipples and curled up slightly.
“I was merely commenting on your tangled inner energy… Hm?”
Yesterday I had only rubbed her with a thread tied to a beam. Yet her entire breasts and groin area were heavily congested. Both nipples were swollen, pushing more than an inch past her chest wrap despite the pressure.
“Did you masturbate last night?”
“Khh!”
She still struggled to push my sex qi out of her body.
“Why suffer needlessly? Just relax. Warm!”
— Fwoooom!
I mixed my genuine sex qi into her now-submissive energy. The amount was far greater than what I had used on An Ye-ryeong the night before. My sex qi encompassed both yang and yin. The yin energy accumulated in her breasts—especially her sex-qi-filled chest—clashed with mine. The released yang mixed with her yin and vanished, stirring her sex-qi reservoir once more.
“Ugh! Hic! Hah! Ahh! Hee♡ Hng! E-eh, eh♡”
Ping Du-ryeon screamed sounds that blurred the line between cries and moans. Colder, denser yin energy separated from my sex qi and began devouring her reservoir.
“Huuu! Th-this♡ feels… weird♡ Hng♡ What… what kind of technique♡ is thiiis♡”
Her love juices soaked through her groin guard and spread across the lower half of her robes. Pretending to be unimpressed, I picked at my ear with my right hand.
— Scratch, scratch.
“I have no idea what you’re babbling about during a sacred duel. Hoo~.”
I compressed more sex qi extracted from my balls into the earwax flakes and scattered them toward her. Though the total volume was barely half a grain of rice, the compressed density matched the entire dantian of a peak demonic expert.
— Pop-pop-pop!
The earwax exploded several times in midair with soft bursts.
— Shhhk!
While her attention was diverted, countless pink threads unraveled from my balls and crawled across the floor. They soon formed a wriggling worm shape.
— Squirm!
The completed pink worm shot straight toward her feet.
Unlike yesterday, Ping Du-ryeon noticed immediately and tried to react.
— Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
She stomped rapidly in place, attempting to crush the worm while still maintaining the finger duel.
— Boom!
Yet the worm dodged her feet with equal speed.
— Ssst!
“Aaaah! Wh-what is this now?! Why do I keep getting hit with techniques I’ve never seen before♡?!”
After more than twenty stomps—
— Boom!
Her inner-energy-infused foot finally struck the worm squarely. However—
— Squirm!
The pink worm remained completely intact and slipped beneath the smooth skin of her sole without resistance, like a rich moisturizer soaking into dry skin.
— Sluuuurp!
“Hiiik! Wh-what is this creepy thing?!”
“What else? A secret sex art of the Young Cult Leader.”
The worm, being pure sex qi, ignored muscle and fat, traveling only along her inner-energy pathways.
“Sniff, sniff. Even during the duel you’re giving off a strange smell♡ How cowardly♡”
Her nostrils flared cautiously—clear proof my aphrodisiac art was beginning to overpower her as her sex qi destabilized. Meanwhile, the worm crawled up from her sole: heel, calf, behind the knee, thigh, until it reached the cleft of her buttocks.
— Twitch!
It emerged from beneath her skin and slipped under her groin guard. Like a snake raising its head, it lunged toward her anus.
“Hngh♡ N-not there♡ Something’s… going in♡ Hii♡”
— Thud.
When Ping Du-ryeon dropped to one knee, Han Go-sam asked, “Grand Elder, do you surrender?”
“Hee♡ N-no! Not yet♡ Who… who would climax from their ass♡ Hng♡”
Both knees now on the ground, her plump buttocks shook toward the ceiling as they tried to crush the worm between them.
— Squirm!
The worm wriggled deeper into her rear.
“Kyaaah♡ H-how far is it going♡ That’s… my exit hole♡ Hiyaa♡ Ahh♡ N-no, something else is coming out♡”
— Pssshhhhh!
Ping Du-ryeon lost control and released a stream of pale yellow urine. The strong smell suggested she had come straight here without visiting the latrine after waking.
Her plump areolas and stiff nipples peeked out slightly—pink, just like her sister’s.
“Hngh, hng♡ This humiliation…! Do you really think Ping Du-ryeon would give up from this?!”
Yet her hips continued to shake honestly.
“Hmm. Your willpower is impressive, Grand Elder. In that case, allow me to make a new proposal.”
— Gulp.
Ping Du-ryeon gritted her teeth and looked up at me, but her eyes held no strength. ‘Wouldn’t want those pretty molars to crack.’
I offered her one final, wicked wager.
“Grand Elder Ping. Shall we make a new bet?”
It was a proposal that would lead her straight into the abyss of ruin—or climax.