The Perverts of Kunlun (1)
In the training grounds stood seven Kunlun masters, the female experts I had brought along, and the high-ranking military officers of the Western Xia.
“A pleasure to meet you. I am Hyeon-geom, the head of Kunlun.”
“The name’s Banryong.”
The elderly head of Kunlun and I exchanged fist salutes, our eyes locking. His expression, that of a man who had only just stepped into the peak realm, was pure bewilderment.
<Pardon the abruptness on our first meeting, but there is a matter we must address.>
The middle-aged head suddenly sent a transmission my way.
<Are you from the Heavenly Demon Cult?>
<Heh heh. Used to be.>
<Something like that.>
<What? How in the world…>
It was already famous across the martial world that the Heavenly Demon Cult hunted down apostates all the way to the far ends of the Central Plains—Goryeo, Namwol (Vietnam), and even Tianzhu. He was probably dying to know how my head was still attached to my body.
<You’ll find the answer during this duel.>
I shrugged and spoke aloud.
“Then let us begin the first match.”
At the words of the middle-aged man—the empress’s brother and the grand general of Western Xia—Lee Cheong-ha and a young female martial artist from the Wudang sect stepped into the center of the grounds. Among the shaggy-haired Kunlun group, she stood out like a lone red dot, her slender figure shining brightly. Yet compared to Lee Cheong-ha, whose very essence had been transformed by lustful energy, she still lacked a certain allure.
“I am Lee Cheong-ha of the Western Xia Imperial Palace Guard.”
“I am Jang Eun-jo, second-generation disciple of Kunlun.”
After a stiff fist salute, both women drew wooden swords and assumed their stances. While Lee Cheong-ha’s face remained calm, a transmission reached the visibly tense Kunlun disciple.
<Your opponent is on the verge of the peak realm. Do not let your guard down.>
<Yes!>
“Begin!”
—Thud!
Jang Eun-jo kicked off the ground first, thrusting her wooden sword straight at Lee Cheong-ha’s midsection.
“Cheong-eun Sword Art, First Form! Advance and Overpower!”
“Western Xia Sword Art, Sixth Form—Plunder!”
—Clang-clang-clang!
Jang Eun-jo’s seemingly fierce thrust was caught on the tip of Lee Cheong-ha’s light wooden sword. The trajectory twisted, and for an instant Jang Eun-jo lost her balance.
“Western Xia Sword Art, Second Form—Restrain!”
Lee Cheong-ha’s wooden sword shot horizontally toward Jang Eun-jo’s unguarded, slender chest.
“Hah! Cheong-eun Sword Art, Fourth Form—Swift Retreat! Third Form—Gentle Reversal!”
Jang Eun-jo quickly withdrew her sword and tried to predict Lee Cheong-ha’s path for a counterattack. But just before the blades met, Lee Cheong-ha’s sword slid along the flat of Jang Eun-jo’s weapon without a guard and flicked her fingers.
—Thwack!
—Whoosh!
Jang Eun-jo’s wooden sword spun through the air and embedded itself in the dirt of the training grounds.
—Thud!
“Kh… I lost.”
“Hoo. Victory for this officer. Well fought.”
Lee Cheong-ha’s rare, bright smile was dangerously captivating to every man watching—including the Kunlun disciples.
—Glare!
As Jang Eun-jo retrieved her sword and stepped back, she shot a sharp look at the Kunlun Taoists. Only then did they pretend to look elsewhere.
“Ahem, ahem. Ahem. Who’s next?”
The matches ended in less than an hour. Since the head, the only peak-realm expert among the Kunlun group, could not afford to lose face by fighting personally, the Kunlun side’s martial demonstration concluded with Gu Yeong-hye, who stood at the very edge of the peak realm.
—Thud!
“Haa… I-I lost! Incredible, young lady!”
Gu Yeong-hye’s wooden sword was pointed at the chin of the bald, sinister-looking Kunlun master—the strongest among them aside from the head. He had introduced himself as a first-generation disciple at the start of the match, but my memory wasn’t spacious enough to bother storing the name of some half-baked man.
His skill was nearly equal to Gu Yeong-hye’s, yet from the very beginning he had done nothing but stare at the deep cleavage revealed by her slightly revealing uniform instead of her sword. He focused only on defense and failed to last even ten exchanges. Unless the opponent was some lust-crazed madman, it was clear that no male martial artist could defeat a Sex Demon Cult woman when their skills were comparable.
**
Late that night, past midnight.
I was letting the soundly sleeping empress dowager use my arm as a pillow in her chambers when I felt Lee Cheong-ha’s urgent mental transmission.
<Master… ambush… Kunlun… searching…>
—Rustle
I gently laid the empress dowager down and sprinted at full speed toward Lee Cheong-ha’s residence.
“Sniff, sniff. This smell is sleeping incense…”
—Twitch!
Even just smelling it made the thing in my pants stir angrily. It was definitely an aphrodisiac. The presences inside were Lee Cheong-ha and Gu Yeong-hye. And…
Yang So-hui wasn’t there.
‘If Yang So-hui had been here, I wouldn’t even need to come.’
The mansion guards I usually saw whenever I visited were sprawled near the gate, barely clinging to life.
<What’s the situation?>
<Bad! We’re holding them at the door!>
<Where’s Yang So-hui?>
<She slipped out a little while ago.>
I decided there was no more time to think and stepped inside the building.
A short while earlier, after the matches ended, Un-jong—the first-generation disciple who had been thoroughly scolded by his master and grand-uncle Hyeon-geom—stormed out in a rage. He headed straight for the finest brothel in the Western Xia capital, a place he had only recently learned about.
<Saeng-mok Pavilion>
“Bring out all the courtesans!”
The moment the brothel madam heard his shout from the entrance, she came out leading dozens of colorful-haired courtesans to greet him.
“Welcome, great hero!”
The courtesans were clearly worthy of the establishment’s reputation—exotic beauties who welcomed Un-jong. Yet no matter how hard he looked, he could not find a single black-haired woman with a large inner-energy core who resembled the female expert who had humiliated him.
“Damn it all!”
Un-jong immediately left and began storming through other brothels, determined to find a courtesan who looked like that female expert and give her a thorough pounding. But he came up empty every time. Then a thought struck him—Jang Eun-jo, his junior sister who sold her body inside Kunlun for a single gold coin.
“Hah, hah! You cheap whore! Stop spacing out and squeeze tighter! Your chest is small, yet you charge an outrageous amount! Hrk! I’m coming!”
—Spurt…
“Ah, shit. I told you not to come inside! You came again! My mood’s already foul, and now you’re pissing me off! Senior uncle! If you want more, pay another gold coin.”
“Tch! A flat-chested bitch with a nasty temper… Fine, you slut!”
“Senior uncle! From next time on, bring two gold coins! Got it!?”
“Fuck off!”
Un-jong got up, still unsatisfied despite finishing once, and quickly gathered his fellow disciples and juniors who usually joined him in mischief.
“That pink-eyed imperial and the busty peak expert live together?”
“Yes, senior uncle! I saw it with my own eyes! The pregnant woman was there too!”
“What? Did you just say pregnant woman? *Slurp!*”
“Hah! Grand-uncle!”
The one who suddenly appeared, licking his lips at the mere thought of violating a pregnant woman, was Hyeon-jo, an elder of Kunlun, fellow disciple of the head, and a peak-realm expert.
“This seat will lead. Let’s depart immediately.”
Thus began the Kunlun perverts’ raid on General Lee Cheong-ha’s residence.
“Come here!”
“Taoist masters! It’s late at night, so entry is—”
“Intruders! Khk!”
—Thud! Thud!
After subduing all the soldiers guarding the residence with pressure-point strikes, the second-generation disciples flung the gate open.
—Creaaak!
They stepped inside, scattering various aphrodisiacs and sleeping powders. Having built up immunity from frequent use, they still swallowed antidotes just in case and waited a moment.
“Done. Move!”
Once they confirmed the air was saturated with the drugs, they headed straight for the building where the women were staying. Just as they were about to charge in, Hyeon-jo suddenly spoke.
“The pregnant bitch is running away. This seat will chase her. You lot enjoy yourselves.”
“Yes!”
—Whoosh!
As the bald old man dashed off, the Kunlun perverts let out deep sighs of relief.
“That old man’s women always end up broken in the head after he has his way. At least we’re spared that hassle.”
“You’re right, senior brother.”
The one who stood in their way bare-handed, refusing to yield to their drugs, was General Lee Cheong-ha.
“Who are you bastards?!”
“Kuh-kuh-kuh. You’re still acting high and mighty when you’re about to collapse anyway. If you value your life, surrender quietly and spread your legs.”
“If my master finds out, none of you will leave here alive!”
“This bitch is hilarious. Take this!”
—Slash!
“Khak!”
Even as a long gash opened on Lee Cheong-ha’s arm and blood sprayed, her sword strikes never stopped.
Slash! Slash!
The thin but relentless barrage of attacks—aimed at stripping the woman naked—reduced General Lee Cheong-ha’s uniform to rags in an instant. Her muscles were torn open just as quickly.
“Kuhahaha! Your nipples are already showing, yet you still have such spirit! Let’s see if you can withstand the Kunlun Lewd Water Formation! Boys! Kun!”
“Yes, senior uncle! Lun!”
“Ha!”
“Mul!”
“Jin!”
“Beop!”
The six Kunlun perverts, their erect members already pulled out of their pants, surrounded the half-naked General Lee Cheong-ha—whose bones were damaged and who could no longer resist—and each grabbed their own shaft.
“Hah! Hahaha!”
Suddenly, loud laughter burst from the blood-soaked General Lee Cheong-ha’s mouth.
“Did the drugs hit you wrong? Why the hell are you laughing, bitch?”
When one of the Kunlun perverts looked at her in confusion, she swept her cold gaze over them and spoke quietly.
“My master has arrived.”
—Step. Step.
“You bastards! How dare you touch whose woman!”
“What!?”
The black figure lightly raised a foot and stomped the ground.
“Sex Demon Dominion Step!”