Female General Lee Cheong-ha's Conspiracy (2)
The two women of the Sex Demon Cult, former members of the Hell Unit from the Heavenly Demon Divine Cult, leisurely crossed the treacherous Yinpyeong Valley and raced at high speed toward the Qinghai region. Beyond the Taklamakan Desert north of Qinghai lay the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains of the Heavenly Demon Divine Cult.
Once outside the Sex Demon Cult headquarters, Gu Young-hye spoke to the pregnant woman running ahead of her, no longer using the title "Madam" she had recently adopted, as if determined to match her pace. "Sister, what's wrong? Why are you trying to return to the Heavenly Demon Cult now? If we go back, we'll both die!"
"That's not it, so just hurry up and follow me."
Whoosh!
Despite her belly swollen as if in full term, Yang So-hee surged far ahead with a lightness technique far faster and more stable than Gu Young-hye's, who was only at the mid-stage of the Absolute Realm.
"Hwaaaah! Wait for meee!"
Yang So-hee had a simple reason for not telling Gu Young-hye their destination. She herself did not know the exact location. 'A feeling... I feel like it's this way.'
When Yang So-hee first heard the absurd news that the Young Cult Leader had gone missing while having sex in the middle of the night, she had actually felt rather calm. She was certain that such an extraordinary man would never simply vanish; if he were to die during the act, he would die right there, not disappear.
However, two days after his disappearance, Yang So-hee had a dream. 'Clearly... he was begging to be rescued...' In her dream, the Young Cult Leader was trapped inside a mansion in the style of the Western Xia Kingdom, shouting at the top of his lungs for her to save him.
But there were countless mansions in the Western Xia Kingdom, and with its vast territory, searching every single one was impossible. Still, she thought that if she asked for help from the relatives who had cared for her diligently after her parents passed away in her childhood, something might work out.
'Haa... If it weren't for that bitch, I'd even kneel...'
Suddenly, Yang So-hee recalled the day she ran away from her uncle's house more than ten years ago. Her elderly uncle, who had lost his wife early, was a good man who had treated the orphaned Yang So-hee as his own daughter for several years without exaggeration. His grown sons, her cousins, were promising military officers of the Western Xia Empire, and though they were a bit mischievous for their age, they were as kind to her as their father.
However, his daughter—Yang So-hee's cousin—was the complete opposite in temperament from her father and brothers. Though only three years older, her cousin, who had a similar build, was like a walking time bomb in Yang So-hee's memories.
"Yaaah! I told you not to wear my clothes!"
"Ah! Sister. S-sorry... I thought it was my clothes because the size was small..."
"What? Are you mocking me for having small breasts right now!?"
"N-no, Sister..."
"You're done for. Today, Sister is going to teach you a lesson..."
Just as her cousin's demonic hand reached out to grab Yang So-hee's hair, a voice rang out. "Yang Seo-hee! What do you think you're doing? Is this how Father has raised you all this time?"
"Hiiing, So-hee started it first..."
"At your age, you're still bullying your little sister? If you're the older sister, act like one!"
"Hwaaaang! I hate Father! Seo-hee is the youngest! Seo-hee is the baby! So why does Father make me act like an older sister to some kid who's not even his daughter? Hwaaaang!"
Roll, roll... Unlike Yang So-hee, who had matured beyond her years after losing both parents at a young age, her cousin became even more clingy and cunning toward her father and brothers after losing her mother. The Yang family, though not a great clan, had long been renowned in the Western Xia Kingdom for their martial prowess across generations. Yet her cousin, who preferred using her head over her body, had never learned even the basic martial arts passed down in the family.
In contrast, the somewhat straightforward Yang So-hee trained diligently in martial arts to prove herself useful in her uncle's household. After three years of learning the family's martial arts, she had reached the level of a third-rate warrior. Even so, her cousin never stopped grabbing and shaking her by the hair, until one day an incident finally occurred.
"Hey! I told you not to act cute in front of our brothers!"
Crack!
That day too, with her hair grabbed, Yang So-hee suddenly thought, 'This piece of trash is getting cocky.'
When Yang So-hee came to her senses, her cousin was embedded head-first into the floor, groaning in pain. "Serves you right..." Leaving only those words, and seeing blood flow from her cousin's head, Yang So-hee fled the house, unable to face her uncle or cousins.
With little left behind by her deceased parents, her steps were light, but the destination was the problem. The only major power near the Yang family was the Kunlun Sect, but Yang So-hee had secretly read a strange book from her cousin's shelf and knew she could never go there.
Record of a Kunlun Taoist’s Lewd Adventures in the Martial World — Contrary to its plain title, it was a book that explicitly described the filthy sexual exploits of Kunlun Taoists. In the end, Yang So-hee, still a young woman not yet of school age, decided she must never go to the Kunlun Sect. She hid in the cargo wagon of a large merchant caravan crossing the northern desert and safely arrived at the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains, where she joined the Heavenly Demon Divine Cult.
"Heh."
Recalling her cousin's pathetic state as she lay bleeding on the floor, Yang So-hee smiled and accelerated her lightness technique. "Sister! Let's go together!"
General Lee Cheong-ha, the lover of the Empress Dowager, had suffered a humiliating defeat at the hands of an unidentified madman. She returned home in haste and could do nothing but kick the blanket covering her again and again. It was understandable—her superiors had mocked her with humiliating remarks, and even her subordinates had joined in teasing her.
"General Lee's horse stance was truly artistic. Indeed. Would you like to train the horse stance with me at my residence?"
"G-General! I don't remember seeing the General's pale skin at all today!"
"Y-you bastards!"
Even after kicking each of their belongings, her anger showed no sign of subsiding. 'It was because I didn't use a real sword. If it were a real sword versus real sword duel, there's no way someone as battle-hardened as me would lose to that fool! Or perhaps... the Empress Dowager is plotting something...'
Having pushed the memory of using an iron-reinforced wooden sword to the back of her mind, General Lee picked up the blanket she had kicked and then took down the treasured sword that was usually kept on the wall display except during wartime.
Wild Talent Sword
This sword, one of the many divine weapons passed down through generations in the Western Xia imperial family—formerly the chieftain clan of the Tangut tribe—possessed a mysterious power unknown to the world.
Glug.
Though the principle was unknown, when an "angry virgin" swung this sword, its sword qi would transform into sword aura. General Lee Cheong-ha had achieved great merits in battles against the Song Dynasty with this sword and rose to the rank of general at a young age.
"Tomorrow, I will wash away today's disgrace in a life-and-death duel with that bastard!"
'Even if he dies during the life-and-death match, under imperial military law, killing during a martial duel is not a crime.' With her calculations complete, a smile finally appeared on her face. She then fell asleep hugging the Wild Talent Sword, sheath and all, tightly against her chest like her lover's arm.
The next day, late in the morning. Proudly wearing the Wild Talent Sword at her waist over her armor, she headed to the training ground at the time when the Empress Dowager would be holding court.
When General Lee Cheong-ha arrived at the training ground and looked around, she spotted Ban-ryong standing in a corner with his back turned, acting suspiciously, and approached him since there were few people around.
Step, step...
Slap slap slap!
"You! What the hell are you doing!?"
Grab!
"It tickles, dick! Feels good! Rub it more!"
Slap slap slap!
With his pants pulled down to his waist, Ban-ryong paid no mind to General Lee Cheong-ha grabbing his shoulder and vigorously shook his massive member, over a foot long, with both hands as if one wasn't enough.
"I-it's fucking huge! N-no, wait. Y-you crazy bastard! Stop that right now!"
"Uwaaah! It's stopping! No! It's coming out! Piss!"
Glug, glug!
"What!? Stop!"
Thud!
When General Lee Cheong-ha pressed down on his shoulder, Ban-ryong fell backward, and his upright member began ejecting thick semen into the air.
Squirt! Squirt!
The fierce jet of Ban-ryong's semen sprayed in an arc onto General Lee Cheong-ha's pale face and lustrous long hair as she stood frozen while pressing him down.
"Kyaa! Ptui, ptui! Y-you crazy bastard!"
The general's clumsy reaction of spitting out the semen that had entered her mouth a beat late seemed to act as seasoning for Ban-ryong, as his ejaculation showed no sign of stopping and instead shot out with even greater force.
Squirt! Squirt!
"Stop it! Ptui! I said stop!"
General Lee Cheong-ha, who had come to the training ground to punish the man through a life-and-death duel, forgot her original purpose and grabbed his member with both hands instead of drawing the Wild Talent Sword.
Grab!
"I-I got it! If I block it like this, he won't be able to shoot anymore! Kgh!"
She gripped the long member tightly and shook it up and down, trying to stop the ongoing ejaculation.
Slap, slap, slap!
Glug! Glug!
"Kwooooh! Feels good! Happy!"
When even gripping with all her strength failed to stop Ban-ryong's member from ejaculating, the enraged general squeezed the man's member with all her might to forcibly halt the release.
Grab!
Rub!
"Stop! Stop cumming, you idiot!"
She shook the man's member tightly, unaware that her hand was making lewd sounds as it rubbed against it and that some of the semen was still pouring onto her.
Drip, drip.
"Haa, haa, haa..."
"Kwooooh, refreshing! Pretty! You too, Noona!"
"What!?"
Only when the ejaculation finally subsided did General Lee Cheong-ha realize that what she had been doing was not much different from what the camp prostitutes secretly brought in by her subordinate officers did in the barracks.
Drip.
And the moment she felt Ban-ryong's semen running down her long golden hair and dripping onto the training ground floor—
"Y-you bastard! You son of a bitch!"
General Lee Cheong-ha, covered in a bucket's worth of semen, finally stood up panting and drew the Wild Talent Sword, shouting at the man. "H-how dare you disgrace this general of the empire! This is worthy of immediate beheading without trial!"
A blue haze began to form on her sword as she abandoned any thought of a life-and-death duel. "Huh? Eh!? T-this isn't supposed to happen!"
Whoosh, whoosh!
No matter how desperately General Lee Cheong-ha swung the Wild Talent Sword through the air in panic, her sword qi refused to transform into sword aura.