Conquest of Amisa (3)
Midnight. Having fasted on nothing but water, I finally brought an end to the relentless exploration of the nuns' private quarters with my yang pillar. The mana, inner energy, and sexual qi I had expended while using black magic were replenished mid-act through the power of Sex is Power.
“Huuuuh!” A surge of unparalleled vitality coursed through my entire body, accompanied by a noticeable gain in inner energy.
- Pop! -
- Drip, drip! -
“Aah!” Several Chastity Unit members let out gasps at the obscene sound of the final nun’s folds releasing my dragon and the sight of the mighty pillar still standing proud despite being drenched in all manner of fluids.
Once the seeding was complete, the nuns were promptly bound and sent off to the Sex Demon Cult Headquarters’ prison. Two Chastity Unit members helped the last nun to her feet by her shoulders.
“Any unusual incidents while I was occupied?” I asked Ping Du-ryeon, who had arrived later through the portal to watch the seeding. I wiped the pinkish slime from my pillar with a scrap of discarded cloth.
“We captured and detained two laywomen at the outer gate. Also…”
“Also?”
“Three messenger hawks took off from the inner grounds. Judging by their direction, they were headed for the Murim Alliance’s Sichuan branch. We managed to catch two, but one got away.”
“Hmm. What did the letter say?”
“‘Demonic cultivators have ambushed us. Situation unfavorable. Request urgent reinforcements.’ …I’m sorry!”
The high-ranking nun still inside the walls must have sensed defeat when the others failed to return and sent the birds.
‘Judging by the inner energy I feel, the real force is over here.’
Before attempting the breakthrough, I gathered half the Chastity Unit members who had been maintaining the encirclement and explained the plan.
“The operation is simple. I will smash the enemies and any mechanisms in front while you collect the remnants and spoils. Any questions?”
The women shook their heads without hesitation. I grinned and strode toward the firmly shut gate.
“Blue Fist!”
A pinkish aura burst from my fist and slammed into the iron gate, punching a hole large enough for three or four people to pass through.
“You demonic bastard! Die!”
Four peak-level gatekeepers charged as if they had been waiting. Despite being nuns, each radiated considerable Buddhist power and resembled the Four Heavenly Kings.
- Whoooosh! Thud! -
Bullets of condensed qi flicked from my fingers struck their shoulders and passed through, leaving small dots.
- Thud! -
- Crack! -
- Papapap! -
The moment they collapsed, several flat stones embedded in the floor split open, unleashing a storm of arrows.
“Shield.”
- Clang! Clang! -
Even though I deployed only two layers of defensive magic in a wide spread, the arrows from the mechanism failed to pierce even one layer.
Next came the explosives.
- BOOOOM! -
The gunpowder technology of this era was crude, little more than fireworks. The blasts likewise failed to breach even a single layer of my barrier and fizzled harmlessly.
Over twenty additional traps followed—floor spears, rolling millstones, boiling oil cauldrons—evoking Buddhist hells in all their variety, yet I broke through them all with ease.
After advancing roughly three hundred paces from the wall, buildings finally came into view.
“Who might the donor be?”
Unlike the earlier nun, an elderly nun with pure, peak-level inner energy greeted me with joined palms. Behind her stood dozens of nuns whose inner energy was far inferior to those I had already claimed at the inner gate; they watched me with fearful expressions.
The flow of her qi felt remarkably similar to my first meeting with Sister Seon-ah. She was likely Seon-ah’s master.
“I am the young cult leader of the Sex Demon Cult. And you are?”
“The Sex Demon Cult? I have never heard of it. In any case, this humble one is Hyeon-gong, the abbess of Amisa.”
Her bewildered gaze suggested she was not mocking me; she genuinely did not know the Sex Demon Cult existed.
“You do not know of the Sex Demon Cult?”
“I know of the Heavenly Demon Cult and the Blood Demon Cult, but not this one.”
The abbess of Amisa slowly assumed a combat stance. Her expression made it clear that further talk or reconnaissance was pointless.
“Then allow me to enlighten you now. Ping Du-ryeon, Supreme Elder!”
“Yes!”
Ping Du-ryeon, who had been following at a distance, stepped forward with a rare serious expression.
“Demonstrate your skill to the abbess of Amisa. However, do not kill her.”
“Of course.”
- Step, step! -
Ping Du-ryeon slowly closed the distance with the abbess.
With her mastery at the Extreme Demon Realm, she would have no trouble subduing a peak-level opponent.
“Haaah!”
Formless sexual qi wrapped around Ping Du-ryeon’s hands as she thrust out a palm strike.
- CLAAAANG! -
When her palm met the abbess’s, the sound was like steel clashing against steel.
“Huu. Young Cult Leader, it is over.”
“Huh? Already?”
‘I thought it would last at least a few exchanges.’
Startled, I examined the abbess and saw that Ping Du-ryeon’s sexual qi had already coiled from the abbess’s fingertips up across most of her upper body.
“Kuh… Impossible!”
“Oh? The Supreme Elder’s sexual arts have grown even stronger than before. Well done.”
- Pat! -
“Yes♡”
When I lightly patted Ping Du-ryeon’s rear, her sharp aura instantly softened.
“This should be sufficient introduction to our cult. Or would you like to continue?”
“Ugh… N-no, that will not be necessary.”
““Abbess!””
Several nuns rushed forward with teary eyes to support their leader.
“You… you must not act rashly… Ugh… Do not charge at them heedlessly.”
Her breathing grew labored. Blood trickled from her lips as her words slowed, yet none of the nuns dared disobey.
“A-Amisa… kneels… before you, Sex Demon Cult… Young Cult Leader. What… do you desire?”
“Naturally. First, gather every nun inside so we may speak properly.”
“I… understand.”
Several nuns hurried into the inner grounds and returned with dozens more trembling nuns. Roughly one hundred nuns now stood before me.
“Amisa closes its doors today. Not some half-hearted sealing—complete and total dissolution.”
“!”
“However, I am generous. I will offer each of you a choice. Consider it carefully before answering.”
- Gulp! -
Amid the sound of someone swallowing hard, I laid out my proposal for taking control of Amisa.
“The first option is to destroy your own dantian and live as an ordinary woman, or enter a secular temple unrelated to martial arts and bid farewell to the murim forever.”
“D-destroy our dantians?! How can you say such a thing…!”
I answered the protesting nun with a sneer.
“Then what about what you all did to Sister Seon-ah? Was that acceptable?”
“Kuh… Th-that was… Hyeon-so’s fault…”
“You who stood by and watched are no different.”
At my blunt accusation, the nuns fell silent.
“The second option is to join my Sex Demon Cult. In that case, there is no need to destroy your dantians. I will also guarantee freedom of faith.”
‘Though they will probably abandon their own beliefs soon enough…’
“As for our cult, think of us as a group that spreads the beauty of sex throughout the world.”
“I will give you two hours. Think it over and give me your answers. And I advise against any foolish attempts to flee or commit suicide in the meantime.”
- Murmur, murmur -
“How can the pillar of the orthodox faction, Amisa, bow before a demonic cultivator? I would rather die here and leave behind a clean name in the history books…”
“W-what is ‘sex’…?”
“I… I don’t want to die…”
Leaving the nuns’ clamor behind, I spotted a decorative rock nearby, lay down on it, and closed my eyes for a short rest.
“Young Cult Leader. The two hours have passed.”
Ping Du-ryeon woke me, her eyes fixed hungrily on the prominent bulge in my trousers despite her recent climax.
“Is that so?”
I rose and returned to the nuns.
“Then those who wish to destroy their dantians may do so now.”
The moment I finished speaking, one young nun pulled a small paper packet from her robes and poured its contents into her mouth.
“Powdered dispersal poison, I see.”
I approached her, took her wrist, and checked her pulse. Her qi had been completely disrupted; her dantian was damaged beyond repair, ensuring she would never cultivate again.
“As promised, you will be allowed to descend the mountain once you recover.”
The nun’s complexion had already turned ashen. She nodded with trembling eyes.
“Hmph. I was planning to destroy your dantians myself, but it seems spending a night at the temple has made me feel more merciful and compassionate.”
When I looked over the remaining nuns, including the abbess, they all stared at me with fearful eyes.
“Since you have apparently decided to join our cult, I will now perform the initiation ceremony.”
“Ceremony…?”
The abbess, having regained some strength, asked the question. I smiled at her.
“Even cold water has a top and bottom. As abbess, you should set the example. Come inside. We will talk there.”
I led the nuns into the grand main hall visible in the distance.
“You lot guard the outside.”
“Yes…”
The Chastity Unit members and Ping Du-ryeon wore disappointed expressions at being denied a good show, but I left them outside the hall.
“Whew, the smell is overpowering. Extinguish all the incense.”
I fanned away the thick fragrance with my hand, ordered the nuns to put out the incense, and ventilated the hall with wind magic.
“Wind!”
The spacious hall, its walls covered with a giant Buddha statue and many Buddhist paintings, was large enough to comfortably accommodate all one hundred nuns.
“The initiation ceremony begins now. Strip, ‘Hyeon-gong.’”
“Wh-what?!”
The abbess’s eyes widened at the sudden command. She was a beat late in understanding and tried to protest, but I cut her off easily.
“Do you truly need a blood tribulation before you will obey?”
“Ugh!”
“Of course, given your age, I will make allowances during the ceremony. What are you waiting for? Strip already.”
Since violating a nun old enough to be a grandmother was definitely not to my taste, I decided to conduct the initiation in a slightly roundabout manner.
- Fwoooosh! -
The Samadhi True Flame wrapped around my index finger would not block sensation entirely, but it was more than enough to prevent any bodily fluids from staining my hand.
- Thrust! -
- Fwoooosh! -
“Kuhhh! Uuuuugh!”
Without any foreplay, I mercilessly burned away the hymen the old nun had preserved for nearly sixty years.
“…”
Aside from the abbess’s pained groans, silence filled the inner grounds of Amisa.
- Pop! -
The moment I withdrew my finger, I spoke quietly to the watching nuns.
“Next!”
After performing the same “conversion” on nearly twenty middle-aged nuns, I looked over the remaining eighty or so young nuns and concluded that they would look passable once their hair grew out a little.
- Whoooosh… -
Only then did I extinguish the Samadhi True Flame. I swept my gaze over the young nuns and asked,
“Who among you is the youngest nun?”
The terrified gazes of the nuns instantly converged on one girl. A moment later, a youthful nun hesitantly raised her hand and stepped forward.
“I… I am.”
“How old are you?”
“Twenty-one this year…”
“What are you doing? Strip.”
- Rustle, rustle… -
- Zip… -
“Haaang♡”
Merely brushing my finger against the revealed folds of the young nun produced a high-pitched moan; her senses had grown hypersensitive from tension.
- Swish… -
Finally removing my trousers, I revealed my long-dormant dragon to the nun.
“Suck it.”
“Y-yes♡”
The vast hall gradually filled with thick, musky scents, the smell of the nuns’ bodies, and lewd sounds.