The Sichuan Tang Clan's Mother-Son Relationship (3)
The Sichuan Tang Clan's exclusive aphrodisiac incense. A rare blend crafted from the genitalia of a musk deer from the distant western Himalayas, wild ginseng from the eastern kingdom of Goryeo, sea dog kidney from the northern Liao Dynasty, and the Yangtze softshell turtle from the southern Dai Viet kingdom, among other precious medicinal ingredients. Only minuscule quantities were ever produced. For men it granted immense stamina and arousal; for women it heightened endurance and lust in the bedroom.
The guest who had entered the innermost sanctum of the reclusive Tang family after so long. That evening, the image of the tall, young, and promising warrior kept rising in Geumdan's mind. She dismissed the servants from the outer hall, including those from the branch family, and hurriedly applied her makeup.
Reflected in the bronze mirror was a woman whose breasts and hips had sagged and whose wrinkles had multiplied compared to her days as a courtesan in Chengdu. She had smashed more than a dozen mirrors in frustration over the years. Yet Geumdan still possessed the confidence that her peerless makeup skills and bedroom techniques could conceal the marks of time. What happened that night, however, left her utterly shocked.
The young warrior's massive member, which had startled him at first, brought her no small comfort. It was far larger than the limp, inadequate organs of the elders she had flattered for power all these years. This is what they call harvesting yin to nourish yang, isn't it? Hohoho.
Among the nearly one thousand men she had taken in her twenty-odd years at the Sichuan Tang Clan—and the five years before that in Chengdu—his was the thickest and longest. The veins that bulged along its length struck her in the most exquisite spots. It surpassed even the beloved organ of her old lover, the man who still appeared in her dreams despite his advanced age. Even the legendary Du family bedroom arts, which allowed her to stretch her passage without limit, had finally met their match. His member had crossed into a realm beyond the ordinary.
After taking her from behind once, it returned to that transcendent state. In her courtesan days she had occasionally encountered perverse old men who used strange arts to lengthen their members to nearly ten chi—about twenty-five centimeters—just to torment the girls. His looked exactly like that. When he released his seed, it shrank back to half its length, just as those old men’s had. Even reduced to seven chi, it remained monstrously large compared to most men, stirring a deep nostalgia in Geumdan.
At first she had thought the lean guest looked unimpressive, but daily intimacy had kindled genuine affection. When the arrangement ended he had abandoned her at the Tang estate without a second thought, just like her former lover. The mad painter who always appeared in her dreams, brush still in hand even while coupling, capturing every stray hair of her untidy sex. The man who bore an uncanny resemblance to her son, Dang Hyo-bong.
Whatever art the young warrior employed, she could not see clearly through the night, yet her heightened senses told her even his scent was identical. The way he struck her buttocks and breasts with cruel force matched her old lover’s distinctive touch exactly—something she had not tasted in the Tang household for nearly twenty years.
Amid wave after wave of climax, Geumdan became convinced that the scent, the heat of his skin, the texture beneath her fingertips, and the precise way his member kissed the mouth of her womb without any artifice were all the same. This was her former lover returned. Or perhaps she simply wished to believe it. Just as in those days, he rarely touched her breasts except with hands or mouth, focusing instead on relentlessly pounding her deepest core until she could no longer think. The pleasure was unlike anything she had known since giving birth to Dang Hyo-bong.
She savored the night with a member utterly unlike the rigid, clumsy organs of the Tang elders or the callow youths. Only when the incense burned out and dawn broke did she finally faint in his arms, still trembling with ecstasy even as consciousness slipped away. Just like her old lover, who had never paused after she lost consciousness, the young man continued thrusting without mercy.
Thus she drifted into a brief, contented sleep on the guest hall’s bed, never once imagining that the man was her own son and that she had taken his virginity that very night.
Dang Hyo-bong had spent the entire night instinctively targeting only his mother’s most sensitive depths. By the time the sun stood high overhead he had lost count of how many times he had spilled. Only then did he finally withdraw his still half-erect member from her.
“Huuuuh……”
He had achieved what every young man dreamed of—losing his virginity—and to the woman he believed was the most beautiful in the world: his own mother, Geumdan.
“Hah, hah, hah……”
He sat beside her, still leaking his seed, catching his breath in a frog-like posture when footsteps approached the door.
“!”
Startled, Dang Hyo-bong flinched, but relaxed upon seeing the man’s face.
Did you enjoy yourself all night?
More than words can say. You are my lifelong benefactor.
Well, I already suspected as much when I saw you pounding away outside the door. No regrets?
Regrets? Never. Only the aftermath worries me.
Aftermath? A man with such a small heart won’t get far. I happen to have a useful method for you. Interested?
If it is your suggestion, I will follow without question. But……
?
I fear I may never hold my mother again.
The man could not suppress his laughter.
Hahaha! Worry not. This art will make your mother come to you of her own accord.
Truly?
The man gestured for Dang Hyo-bong to follow him upstairs. Still naked, the youth hurriedly gathered his scattered clothes and trailed after him. The moment they reached the upper floor the man posed an unexpected question.
“Do you believe in se?”
“Se? What do you mean?”
“Se is sex—carnal union between man and woman—and the instinctive attraction that arises from it.”
The man’s sophistry sounded almost like something a demonic cultist would say, yet it struck a chord deep in Dang Hyo-bong’s heart.
“Then what is your se? It is the maternal love you have lacked, returned to you in the form of a woman’s affection.”
The words sank into Dang Hyo-bong’s mind until he felt certain that meeting this man was the greatest fortune of his life. When his expression shifted from doubt to conviction, the man asked again.
“So, do you believe in se?”
“Yes! I believe! I believe!”
The man smiled faintly.
“Good. From this moment you are a disciple of the Sex Demon Cult. You need not leave the Tang Clan, so there is no need for concern.”
While Dang Hyo-bong stood bewildered, the man performed a series of miracles beyond his imagination.
“Clean!”
With that foreign word, all traces of his mother’s fluids vanished from his naked body. Then—
“This may sting a little. Bear it.”
“Yes! Ugh!”
The man placed his palm on Dang Hyo-bong’s lower back and poured his energy through the youth’s meridians. A pinkish aura surged through his body like a raging tiger. Intense pleasure unlike anything he had known during last night’s coupling coursed through him.
“Aaaaargh!”
Despite having ejaculated countless times during the night, his member stood erect once more. The man told him there was no need to hold back. Experiencing a martial artist’s ecstasy different from the pleasure of returning his virginity to his mother, Dang Hyo-bong expelled black impurities into the air opposite his benefactor.
The black filth struck the wooden floor and began to smoke and burn as though doused with powerful acid.
“With this, you have become a disciple of the Sex Demon Cult. Use this power not for petty ends, but to fulfill your love for your mother.”
Dang Hyo-bong felt an overwhelming sense of accomplishment far greater than any breakthrough he had ever experienced. That was not the only gift. The man tossed a thin, pristine manual bound with pink thread onto the table before him.
Poison Point Art
“!!”
The Poison Point Art—an ultimate technique that only the head and heir of the Sichuan Tang Clan had been permitted to practice more than three hundred years ago, when the clan was still counted among the Five Great Orthodox Families. After a certain incident involving orthodox martial artists, the manual and its secrets were lost. The Tang Clan’s own investigation revealed that so-called righteous heroes had been responsible, prompting the clan to turn its back on the orthodox world. Yet the manual never returned. Even those who obtained fragments of the art perished in pools of blood when they attempted to cultivate it without the clan’s other poison techniques, leaving the original manual severely damaged. It had become a symbol of the Tang Clan’s lost power.
Now a pristine copy rested in Dang Hyo-bong’s hands.
Shocked, he flipped through the pages with trembling fingers before suddenly realizing his rudeness. Still naked, he dropped to his knees before the man.
“Benefactor, how can I accept such a gift? I do not know how to repay you.”
“Haha, we are fellow disciples of the Sex Demon Cult now. It is only natural. All I ask is that you continue to lead the Tang Clan well.”
The man’s smile was sincere, yet his true thoughts were far colder. Compared to making him my pawn and handing me the entire Sichuan Tang Clan, this is nothing.
Just then, the sound of Geumdan rising from the bed and dressing reached them. The man sent a sound transmission to Dang Hyo-bong.
I will handle the aftermath. You should leave for now.
……Yes.
After Dang Hyo-bong slipped out through the window, the man descended to the first floor and faced Geumdan, who had already finished dressing.
“Young Hero? Hohong♡ Did you sleep well?”
The man felt genuine disgust at her cloying tone and replied curtly.
“It was merely unpleasant. Do you have no sense as a woman, treating a man like a mere semen-extraction machine? Geumdan?”
Her face twisted instantly. The man gathered his simple belongings, waved her off, and left the guest hall.
“If I had known the Sichuan Tang Clan repaid kindness with enmity, I would never have come here!”
Unable to use martial arts, Geumdan could only glare and scream at his retreating back.
“You bastard! I’ll make you regret this! I swear it! Just you wait! Even if you kneel and beg at my feet, it won’t matter!”
The man raised a fist behind his back in a mocking gesture and strolled away from the Tang estate at a leisurely pace.
What should I do about Seorin……?