The Two-Faced Holy Maiden (4)
Ever since she was born as the Sex Demon Cult's holy maiden, she had never suffered such outrageous humiliation in over a hundred years!
"Kyaa! It hurts♡"
"Shh."
The lingering aftertaste of the deep kiss made her scream come out mixed with a moan, but it was only a mistake. Even so, her master forced silence upon her. Silence was hardly difficult for her, who had lived a quiet life in the Holy Maiden Hall, a prison that was not quite a prison. Pretending to submit to his demand, she took on the posture of a beast mating while feigning reluctance. She told herself that he was still young and simply struggling, so she resolved to embrace him with a mother's heart.
- Slip!
The sensation of his manhood grazing the cleft of her buttocks was a chilling feeling she had never experienced in her life. It brushed across the holy maiden's mind. The gentle touch of an ideal master she had always dreamed of and this man's ruthless hands were polar opposites. His crude, inconsiderate groping, that massive member, and the vulgar way he peeled back her most precious folds with only the tip filled her with burning rage.
'Does he even know who I am...?'
- Slide, grab!
"Kyaaah♡"
"Hey now, I told you to be quiet."
She moaned again by mistake. Now he began slapping her buttocks without mercy. Not only that, he tormented the inner weakness of her folds—something she herself had never properly touched—with the entrance of his urethra.
"Kyahhhng!♡"
- Squish! Squish!
What remained in the holy maiden's mind was rage and humiliation swelling to the brink of explosion. Yet she felt a disconnect between her thoughts and her heart. She clearly despised this insolent man and wanted to punish him right here and now, but...
'Just a little more...'
She told herself it was her duty to the master heaven had fated for her, and she endured once again.
- Throb!
She could feel his manhood pulsing through the flesh near her hymen. It was only half a finger's depth, but she knew because his member had already entered her. He pressed it against her maidenhood, the symbol of virginity she had preserved for a hundred years. She squeezed her eyes shut, bracing for the pain of defloration.
'Huh?'
For some reason, he was not pushing in.
'Ah...!'
This barbaric, cruel man was giving the woman he was about to take a moment to breathe.
'How clumsy yet adorable of a man.'
The moment she thought that, his manhood invaded deep inside her and completely destroyed the hymen she had kept sealed for a hundred years.
- Squelch!
The pain of defloration was milder than she expected. The few drops of blood hurt less than the rage at her own foolishness for thinking he might be kind, and the betrayal she felt toward him.
"Kyaaah! Hng♡, haaang! Hng♡"
Yet the pleasure outweighed the pain, and this worthless body kept pouring out needy moans.
"A virgin pussy defloration trio, huh? What a fucking slut. I'll send you to paradise too!"
'A trio? What strange words.'
His speech was mixed with words and curses she could not understand. But one thing was clear: he knew he had taken her virginity. And in his own way, he was cherishing her while doing so.
- Squeeze!
While confusion clouded the holy maiden's mind, her body reflexively tightened its inner muscles, demanding his seed.
"Kyaaah! Hng♡, haaang! Hng♡"
Though her heart raged at the master—no, at this vulgar man—only the pitiful voice of a female in heat escaped her lips. She could subdue him as easily as breathing if she wished, yet she suppressed her inner energy to the limit for fear of hurting him. Strangely, affection for him kept rising and smothering her rebellious spirit.
- Spurt! Spurt, spurt! Spurt!
"Hyaaah! Haa, hyaaang! Haa..."
She realized that no matter how strong one's martial arts, one could not withstand unfamiliar pleasure. The holy maiden's confused mind sank into deep darkness.
"Holy Maiden, please wake up."
The next day. Han Go-sam woke her, and she rose from one side of the young cult leader candidate's bed. The only scent in the air was that of male and female fluids; no one else was around.
"The young master has just entered the final trial. The other children have all gone to wash up, so you should return to the Holy Maiden Hall now."
Following his words, she returned to the Holy Maiden Hall and immersed herself in the bath.
- Drip, drip...
His seed leaked from below.
"Haaah..."
It was tradition for the Sex Demon Cult's holy maiden to conceive the child of the Sex Demon or a candidate for young cult leader. But if she were to bear the child of that wretched man who tormented women and thrust his manhood wherever it pleased, would that child ever be happy? While lost in such pointless thoughts, she looked down and saw that no more seed was coming out. She had already expelled everything.
Even when she inserted a finger and probed inside, nothing changed. Just in case, she performed energy circulation on the spot and examined her womb and inner walls, only to find that every seed he had released was already dead, steeped in the filthy demonic energy of the aphrodisiac.
"Huuu..."
She let out a sigh of relief that she would not bear that man's child. She scooped water with a gourd, washed away the filth from her body and the turmoil in her heart, then stood up.
"Hnn..."
As she reached for a towel to dry herself, a dull ache throbbed endlessly in her chest. Her eyes trembled just as they had when the man had forced those filthy acts upon her, and a single tear rolled down. She did not yet know that the level of one's martial arts and the mastery of one's emotions were two entirely different matters, separated by ten thousand li.
She waited in the Holy Maiden Hall for him—her master, that bastard—to come find her. It was only natural for a man to return to the woman he had taken, cherish her, share affection again, and speak of the future. The first day, she yielded, thinking he would be busy completing the young cult leader candidate's trial. After the grand fireworks celebrating his qualification as young cult leader, she consoled herself for several days by yielding to other women. She had waited three whole months, guessing he would be occupied with sexual arts and various martial trainings. She had given him many opportunities in her own way. She wrote both her real name and alias in the young cult leader's secret records, sometimes returned to her true form as Woo So-so and circled around him, or organized the secret manuals in the order of martial arts he needed. But all of it was nothing but her own futile effort. The young cult leader never looked at her records, showed no interest in Woo So-so, not even bothering to remember her face, and only rummaged carelessly through the neatly organized manuals.
Just as the holy maiden began to seriously worry that the young cult leader had forgotten her, a summons bearing his name arrived. Written by Han Go-sam on his behalf, the order listed only her title—Holy Maiden—not her name, Sa Jo-yeong. At that moment, she became certain. The young cult leader had not merely forgotten her; he did not even know who she was. He had not even tried to find out.
"I will... have my revenge..."
She cut her braided hair and resolved to take revenge. Using the young cult leader's weakness for women, she planned to lure him to her quarters. First, she attended the meeting as summoned and sat in her designated seat. The other elders and officers were beneath her notice. The young cult leader appeared with a troubled expression, his awkwardness obvious. His inner energy had deepened considerably from his training in sexual and martial arts, and he now carried an unfamiliar aura around his heart. She remained silent during his childish speech. When it ended, she deliberately swayed her large breasts to seduce him, and the young cult leader foolishly declared he would come that very evening. Still, she gave him one last chance. She dispelled her transformation, approached him in the form of Woo So-so under the pretext of guiding him, and silently begged him in her heart to say he had missed her or that he was glad to see her. But the young cult leader simply grinned and followed her down the forest path, chattering as if to confirm he had forgotten her.
"What is your name?"
With those words, the holy maiden completely cast aside any lingering attachment to him. Rolling the needle plate inside the shrine had merely been repeating what she had done as the holy maiden of her era. Yet her heart had weakened, and she had placed his inner energy into the needle plate—that was her mistake. In truth, the needle plate possessed a hidden function: to find the "fated pair" between the Sex Demon, the young cult leader, and the holy maiden. It reacted sensitively even to the hierarchy among wives and concubines or deep extramarital relations, so it was rare in Sex Demon Cult history for the needle plate to point to both the young cult leader and the holy maiden of the same era.
'Me, the young cult leader's fated pair?'
When she came to her senses, she was kneeling before the young cult leader, sobbing. 'No... My revenge starts now.' Biting her lip in secret, she lured him to her quarters while half-naked. The foolish young cult leader grinned and whistled playfully, and when he clapped his large hands, she truly feared someone might hear. Regardless, once they arrived at her quarters, the holy maiden stripped down to her undergarments and asked him directly while he was at his most aroused. Only then would he be unable to use shallow tricks and would speak honestly.
"Young Cult Leader, do you not remember me?"
She had not intended to ask, but at the very last moment, perhaps it was pity—or maybe she was giving one final chance to her foolish self who had waited a hundred years for such a man.
"You and I are meeting for the first time today, are we not?"
- Grind!
At the young cult leader's thoughtless answer, her last thread of reason snapped. When she regained her senses, the young cult leader was already unconscious, struck by the fist technique she had unleashed, infused with the enlightenment of the Profound Realm. She considered finishing him off right there and casting him into the annals of history like all previous young cult leaders and candidates who had failed to become Sex Demons. 'I... can't...' The image of him collapsed on the bed overlapped with the newborn baby she had seen twenty years ago. After long hesitation, she gave up. Placing both hands over his lower dantian, just above his groin, she poured her powerful inner energy into his meridians.
- Vwoooom!
- Thump!
"Mmm..."
After more than an hour, his dantian pulsed once, having greedily devoured her inner energy, and the young cult leader began to wake. She quickly dispelled her transformation, returned to her true form as Woo So-so—the one the young cult leader had once favored—and mounted him. 'I'll make him pay for what he did last time.' With that thought, the holy maiden sealed his pressure points.
**
When he came to, he was still in the holy maiden's quarters.
"Mmph! Mmph!"
Only his eyes could move. Not only his limbs but even his pressure points were sealed, so he could not move or even speak. The holy maiden was nowhere to be seen on the bed—only he and the girl who had guided him earlier, Woo So-so, sat naked together.
"Young Cult Leader, it has been a long time~!"
When she whispered in a coquettish voice, Yuk-ryong answered her question as if to say he alone was free from the pressure point seals.
- Twitch!
'A long time? I just saw you a moment ago. Why this girl?'
"Ugh, ugh, ugh!"
No matter how much he tried to shout, only beastly sounds came from his throat. In this state, he could not even use the heart mana that responded to spirit speech. It was no coincidence that the imperial knights in his previous life always gagged mages first upon capture.
- Twitch!
- Grab!
When he tried to focus on using lust energy on his testicles, So-so grabbed them with one hand and spoke.
"Young Cult Leader, shallow tricks won't work on me♡"
- Twitch, twitch!
At the touch of her slender fingers against his testicles, Yuk-ryong reacted explosively.