The Tang Clan's Mother-Son Rift (4)
Last night, an unprecedented incident occurred when the Du-bo sisters refused to perform their dawn service, claiming my cock reeked of rotten tofu. It was only possible because they were so sensitive to even the slightest change in my scent. Still, I could not let their challenge stand.
“You two! No cock for a month!”
““Hiiiing! That’s too much~!””
I admit it. It was a petty, impulsive outburst unworthy of a true man. Yet a man’s word is worth a thousand gold, so I would keep it. I felt sorry for them, but this was the perfect chance to reassert proper discipline in our relationship.
Thanks to their refusal, I nearly developed a trauma strong enough to make me avoid sex altogether. Fortunately, Cho-ryeong, far more mature than the sisters, serviced me without hesitation and crushed the budding trauma before it could take root.
- Viewryut, viewryut! -
Chwaaaap!
“Hehee♡ Young Cult Leader♡ Here, give it to me down here too♡”
After driving the tearful Du-bo sisters out of the room, I lavished affection on Cho-ryeong alone for the first time in a while. Once she fainted from two full hours of continuous sex, I laid her gently on the bed and headed to the library.
There I copied the Poison Blood Technique manual—the greatest gift for the Young Master—using replication magic and tucked it into my robes. I also prepared the Great Bone-Restructuring Art, a technique the Sex Demon Cult normally reserved for ordinary disciples with low martial talent. Though it could rewrite even innate aptitude through a relatively simple procedure, its side effect of explosively increasing sexual desire made it rarely used. For Dang Hyo-bong, however, that “drawback” would be a blessing.
“Damn, the sun’s already high…”
Feeling like a college student late for class, I hurriedly stepped through the portal and arrived at the Tang Clan’s guest hall.
**
Two hours after the man left the guest hall, around late lunchtime, inside the Heavenly Poison Hall of the Sichuan Tang Clan.
“Why is the Young Master suddenly summoning all of us?”
“Right. That brat who used to hide in his mother’s skirts every day?”
“His mother must have ordered it. Maybe he’s finally preparing to succeed as clan head?”
“That makes even less sense, you bald fool. The Matriarch has always opposed the succession.”
“There’s a time and place for words, man! Calling me bald is crossing the line! You might as well insult my parents!”
- Grab! -
- Scrape! -
While the elders gathered at the Young Master’s summons bickered and even grabbed each other by the collar, the side door to the Clan Head’s quarters opened and the Young Master entered.
““Has the Young Master arrived?””
The elders rose and offered perfunctory bows. Displeased by their insolent lack of proper respect, the Young Master clicked his tongue inwardly and addressed them.
“Please be seated.”
“!”
“Young Master! Did you attain some great enlightenment last night?”
“Indeed. Young Master, you were barely at the second-rate level yesterday, were you not? How on earth…”
“Enough!”
The Young Master raised a hand to silence the murmuring elders. A faint trace of inner energy laced his voice—the distinctive, sharp aura only a first-rate poison expert possessed.
“By heavenly fortune I have recovered our clan’s lost secret art, the Poison Blood Technique, and begun cultivating it. Though I have only reached the first star so far, with time I will surely achieve great mastery. When that day comes, the Sichuan Tang Clan will reclaim the power and pride our ancestors once held as the balance between the righteous and demonic factions for the past three hundred years.”
The Young Master spoke the truth. He had spent the day memorizing the Poison Blood Technique manual given by his benefactor. The moment he finished reciting the mantra and felt his inner energy flow change, he issued the summons.
“Will you not join me, your Young Master, in leading the Sichuan Tang Clan into a glorious new era of revival?”
The glory of the old Sichuan Tang Clan was no secret to the elders present. The clan’s weakening and internal strife had reduced it to a second-rate family—neither clearly righteous nor demonic—during their own generation. Naturally, none of them wished to be remembered as the ones who presided over the clan’s most shameful period.
The Young Master’s uncertain parentage had merely been one pretext to attack the Matriarch. In truth, there was no close relative capable of replacing him. The only one even remotely related to the clan head was Seo-rin, who was missing and had been a twelfth-degree cousin at best. Besides, even if they plotted behind his back, there was far more profit to be had once the clan regained its former stature.
- Gulp! -
In the time it took one of them to swallow, the elders finished their calculations.
“We sincerely congratulate the Young Master on his achievement!”
““We elders will follow the Young Master!””
“Long live the Sichuan Tang Clan!”
“Long live the Young Master!”
““Waaaah!””
- Bang! -
While the elders showered the Young Master with praise, the door to the Clan Head’s quarters burst open again.
- Slither, thud! Slither, thump! -
Geum-dan staggered in, her calves cramping after squatting in the bathhouse for hours secretly scraping thick semen from deep inside her pussy. Even now, some of the man’s seed still clung stickily to her inner thighs. She had not even bothered to apply proper perfume afterward, merely throwing on her robes in haste and smearing on makeup before rushing out.
“Ahem, ahem!”
“Matriarch, you’re rather late. You needn’t have come at all.”
“Mother, you’ve arrived.”
Unlike the elders who looked at her with contempt, catching the fishy scent of bathwater and semen on her half-smeared makeup, a smile played across the Young Master’s face.
- Throb! -
“Hng!”
Seeing that expression, Geum-dan felt her womb tremble as it overlapped with the image of her old lover. She quickly composed herself and spoke.
“Why did you convene this meeting without informing your mother, the Matriarch? Young Master, I distinctly told you not to hold such gatherings without good reason.”
While the Matriarch spoke sharply, fearing any crack in her precarious authority, the Young Master answered with the serene expression of an enlightened monk.
“Because I achieved a great accomplishment and breakthrough for the clan last night.”
“W-what? If that were the case, you should have consulted me first…”
“Mother was not in her chambers last night, was she?”
“Hic, t-that’s…”
“And I did not see you at all today from morning onward. I apologize for not informing you sooner, but the matter could not wait.”
Faced with her son’s newfound polite yet piercing way of speaking, Geum-dan suddenly recalled the first impression her old lover had made.
‘Yes… back when he first took me out of the brothel…’
To her, now physically and mentally weakened, her son’s changed posture and aura felt exactly like her old lover had returned.
“Therefore, once I further my achievement and spread the Tang Clan’s name across the world, I intend to fulfill my filial duty to you, Mother.”
“F-filial duty?”
“Freeing you from all the troublesome and tiresome matters while letting you live in comfort—that is true filial piety, is it not? To that end, I plan to restrict your access to the Heavenly Poison Hall first.”
“What?! You’ve been holed up in your room all this time, and now you’ve learned some half-baked martial art and fallen into qi deviation…”
“Enough, Matriarch! Calling our clan’s supreme art, the Poison Blood Technique, half-baked is going too far!”
“We elders agree with the Young Master. Honestly, we have left a woman ignorant of martial arts in power for far too long.”
“Indeed!”
“Since that is the case, Mother, please return to your quarters.”
“H-how can this be!”
Overwhelmed by injustice and rage, tears welled in Geum-dan’s eyes.
‘Yet why does Hyo-bong’s resolute figure overlap with Gaga’s?!’
Because a far more serious problem than her current situation was swirling in her mind, Dang Hyo-bong easily excluded his mother from the clan’s power structure in a single afternoon.
Once Geum-dan returned to her quarters and calmed her pounding heart, anger at her son’s betrayal finally surfaced.
“Young Master… I will show you exactly how terrifying your mother can be!”
She rationalized her inexplicable lust for her son as a mother’s righteous punishment for her child’s misdeeds.
- Drip! -
A large clump slid down between her skirt folds—where she wore no undergarment—and she remained unaware that it was her son’s semen.
**
After a simple meal of market liquor and a quick tour of the area, I reached the outskirts of Tang Gate. Sensing a familiar woman’s inner energy rushing toward me from behind, I turned around.
“Gaga! How could you leave me behind! Where are you going?!”
There stood Dang Seo-rin, tears flying as she sprinted toward me at full speed.
- Thud! -
I caught her as she threw herself into my arms and desperately searched for an excuse using the Sheep Heart Technique.
“Young lady, calm down first. Calm down! I’ve been looking for you all this time, but I had no idea Tang Gate was this vast, so I wandered for quite a while.”
Fortunately, she did not suspect I had tried to leave without saying goodbye. Dang Seo-rin looked up at me from within my embrace with wide, teary eyes and pouted.
“Hic… If it weren’t for the Young Master, I wouldn’t have found you either.”
“Young Master?”
“The Young Master gave me all sorts of things just now, saying you were leaving in a hurry. I was foolish enough not to realize you were leaving the Tang Clan so soon…”
Dang Seo-rin lightly knocked her own head and handed me a bundle. Inside were a small wooden box, a black sandalwood identity plaque engraved with the large character “Tang,” and a hastily scribbled letter.
If the chance arises, this humble brother also wishes to venture into the martial world alongside big brother. I look forward to that unknown day…
‘Just because I performed the Great Art once, he’s calling me big brother? And touring the martial world with another man? The thought alone makes my skin crawl…’
I almost burned the nonsense letter with Samadhi True Fire on the spot, but noticing Dang Seo-rin’s gaze, I slipped it into my sleeve instead and opened the box.
“Our Tang Clan confirmed it is indeed a spirit beast’s inner core, but we could not identify which beast it came from. Keeping it ourselves would bring no benefit, so the Young Master said it would be more helpful to you as you travel the world.”
Finally, the black sandalwood identity plaque signified the most important guest of the Sichuan Tang Clan. Its holder would receive treatment equivalent to a Hall Master—directly below an elder—both within the clan and externally.
“Hm. Tell the Young Master I am grateful.”
“Tell him yourself?”
“?”
“?”
“Then… were you planning to follow me in that state?”
She wore only her usual neat robes, carrying neither luggage nor weapons. It seemed she had simply chased after me with nothing but the clothes on her back.
“My sword got a bit damaged last time… I can just buy a good one on the way. Ta-da!”
- Pop! -
Dang Seo-rin pulled a palm-sized wooden case from her deep cleavage and showed it to me. When she opened the lid, needles gleamed—not ordinary metal, but with exceptional luster and sharpness.
“These are Cloud Iron Gold Needles♡ Actually, this is my true weapon. When we fought those bandits the other day, I panicked and used a sword instead…”
While she chattered excitedly, she naturally linked her arm with mine. I accepted it without thinking, and only then could we finally set off.
Beside the Tang Gate exit, attendants provided simple provisions and camping supplies to anyone leaving with a Tang Clan identity plaque. When I showed them the black sandalwood plaque, they quickly handed over various goods along with a lunchbox the size of a small jar. Since they offered it with good intentions, I carefully accepted it, holding it like a market basket. I would either secretly discard it later or eat it with Seo-rin before our night coupling.
“Safe travels!”
Leaving behind the middle-aged man who looked bewildered at the sight of a high-ranking guest departing with only a woman, we left Tang Gate.
“By the way, where are you planning to go, Gaga?”
Faced with Dang Seo-rin’s innocent, thoughtless expression, I gave a hastily prepared answer.
“Well, I’ve seen enough of the Tang Clan for now. I think I’ll head to Mount Emei next.”
Although I had not witnessed the Tang Clan’s martial arts, as the Sex Demon Cult’s Young Cult Leader, seeing the Matriarch’s naked body counted as sufficient observation.
‘And now Dang Seo-rin is coming along too.’
The major martial forces in Sichuan were only the Tang Clan and Mount Emei. After Mount Emei, I planned to move to another province.
Listening to Dang Seo-rin’s endless chatter, we followed the official road toward Mount Emei. Before long, the sun began to set in the west.
“How much farther to the next village?”
“Hmm…”
Asking Dang Seo-rin, who seemed more familiar with the local geography, she said even walking through the night would leave us just short of arrival.
“Then we should prepare to camp around here.”