The Vice Cult Leader's Ascension Ceremony
The deepest reaches of the Sex Demon Cult Headquarters. In the bathhouse thick with the mingled scents of medicinal herbs, a woman writhed and moaned as though enduring the pains of childbirth. Given the circumstances, two middle-aged women experienced in midwifery assisted her.
“Inhale! Slowly, deeply! Now exhale—slowly!”
“Huu, kyaaah♡ Hic, it’s too hard… Ah, nooo♡ I don’t know how to do this, I really don’t♡”
“If we leave it too long, the joining point might tear! Come now, focus! Inhale first!”
“Huuuuuup!”
5882—rather, Yang So-hee—drew in a full breath, and her vaginal muscles convulsed, trembling violently.
“Now! Exhale! Haa!”
“Haaang♡”
Perhaps it was thanks to the Sex Demon Cult’s secret muscle relaxant. A slight gap formed between her folds and the Vice Cult Leader’s member, and the traces of their union gushed out with the force of a pressure cooker lid being forced open.
—Fwoosh, fwoosh! Squelch! Squelch!
“Hngaaah♡ Th-this, this isn’t right♡”
Far from trying to expel its partner, her lower lips only demanded that the missing volume be refilled at once.
‘Now, now, behave.’
The Vice Cult Leader inwardly scolded his Dragon of Flesh for disobeying, yet the organ clung desperately like a joey refusing to leave its mother’s pouch.
“This won’t do. You there, Elder Gal.”
“Yes!”
“Take everyone and step outside for a moment.”
“B-but… Yes, understood.”
Seeing the certainty on my face, the surrounding women withdrew toward the bathhouse entrance. I lifted Yang So-hee by the thighs.
“Heeeung♡”
“Tsk, tsk, tsk.”
After clicking my tongue at the sight of her unfocused eyes staring blankly into the air—clearly on the verge of fainting—I stepped into the large wooden tub filled with warm, brownish medicinal decoction.
“Nghiiik♡”
Even the warmth and the gentle sloshing of the water were enough to make her climax lightly, tongue lolling out. She truly looked in danger now.
“Hmm.”
The sensation of her overheated body mingling with the warm liquid was dizzying, yet I was not the sort to fall for such shallow temptation. In murim, circulating internal energy—un-gong—is typically performed seated in the lotus position, called jwa-gong. Masters of the Absolute Realm or certain hidden sects have devised standing ip-gong, reclining wa-gong, and even moving haeng-gong. These methods, however, are not recommended due to efficiency and practicality issues. The same holds true for a mage’s mana circuit training.
Right now, she was less an obstacle and more a “special condition.” To separate her from the Dragon of Flesh, I would have to circulate energy while maintaining that condition.
—Throb!
The Dragon of Flesh seemed to read my thoughts and grew indignant.
‘Yeah, sorry. My bad.’
Standing ip-gong was impossible with both hands occupied. Seated jwa-gong was likewise impossible—her swollen belly prevented me from assuming the proper posture. Moving haeng-gong was too inefficient and risked stray thoughts. That left only reclining wa-gong.
Most people think wa-gong means lying flat on one’s back, but that is nonsense. If one lies flat, one might as well sleep. The proper form is to lie on one’s side, propping the head with one hand like a reclining Buddha. Normally one switches arms every two hours, but that detail was irrelevant now.
“Hup!”
Still joined with Yang So-hee, I carefully leaned left and settled into the reclining posture. The medicinal water was not high enough to drown the unconscious woman. I laid her down in front of me and, with my free right hand, gently kneaded her now-larger breasts as she had wished.
“Hyaaang♡”
When I released her chest she let out a pleased cry. Stroking her hair, I soon heard her breathing settle into soft, even snores. It was time to begin circulating energy.
Focusing on the meridians flowing from my dantian, I first observed my own body. My internal energy—slightly exceeding that of a 3-circle master mage in raw quantity—began flowing through the blood vessels in reverse, pushing impurities toward the lungs and mending any damaged areas.
“!”
When I finally directed my senses toward the vessel connected to my member, I could not suppress a gasp. My perception, which had already reached deep into her womb, reported the presence of a fertilized egg that had completed its journey and found its place. Without my permission, it even drew a trace of pure energy from me.
“Hehe~♪”
A wave of elation greater than any I had felt while consecutively breaking and climaxing multiple women swept through me, and a hum escaped my lips. With a new master now residing in the womb, the father had to withdraw.
I finished the circulation, cradled her, and leaned my back against the tub wall.
—Ptooey.
After spitting the gathered phlegm into the spittoon, I felt vitality return to my dantian after a long absence of proper energy work. Judging by how much the bathwater had cooled, roughly half an hour had passed.
With observation complete, the most critical step began. First, I needed to improve her blood circulation to relieve the pressure on her womb.
—Press, press, press. Press, press, press…
Using my index finger wrapped in internal energy, I slowly pressed the vital points along her body: from inside her navel, down to the pubic bone, armpits, both nipples, inner elbows, backs of the knees, underside of the buttocks, upper seventh vertebra, lower fourth vertebra, between the shoulders, behind both ears, between the breasts, solar plexus, and finally the center of the dantian.
“Huuuung♡”
She woke for an instant, let out a pleased sound, then curled against me like a kitten and fell asleep again.
—Gurgle, gurgle.
—Slosh, slosh!
More fluid escaped her womb, and the slackening of her cervix clearly eased the pressure. Even so, forcibly extracting the Dragon of Flesh now risked scraping her cervical entrance with the glans. A powerful intuition told me that a high-difficulty 5-circle spell—impossible with my current physical achievements—was now feasible. The target was my glans, flared like a mushroom cap and firmly lodged inside the cervical os.
“Transformation.”
—Shuuuuk!
My glans reshaped into a sleek, streamlined form, like a skyscraper rising from the desert. When the spell’s target was part of the caster’s own body, the difficulty dropped sharply. Still, given the location, it required concentration worthy of a microbiologist. In this life, I intended to enjoy my healthy manhood to the fullest. That was the only way.
—Sluuuurp!
—Gurgle!
Freed from the cervical pressure, the member began to slide outward, aided by the pressure differential between inside and outside the womb.
“Nghiiit♡ Uhe, uheeet♡”
From deep inside came the strange sensation of the sperm tails still clinging to the fertilized egg waving goodbye—surely just my imagination.
—Sluuuurp!
—Throb!
Once the Dragon of Flesh escaped the cervical os, it dispelled the magic of its own accord and returned to its original shape. The sleek glans apparently did not suit its tastes.
—Spurt, spuuurt!
The Dragon of Flesh unleashed another massive ejaculation while thrashing, scraping along her vaginal walls until it neared the entrance. It seemed unsatisfied with the enormous volume of semen still filling her womb.
—Squeeeeze.
“Ugyaaaah♡ Uhe, iheeeng♡”
Finally, the Dragon of Flesh pressed firmly on the bulging spot just inside the entrance, then slipped out with evident satisfaction.
—Pop!
—Gush, gush, gush, gush!
“Haaang♡ Eh? Ah, nooo♡ If it all comes out like this♡ I, I’ll become empty♡”
—Squirt, squirt!
—Twitch, twitch!
Yang So-hee’s widely stretched entrance fluttered as she expelled both semen and love juices in a waterfall.
—Tremble, tremble, tremble.
I held her tightly as her slender thread of consciousness clung to the slightly warmed bathwater now covered in various bodily fluids.
“Congratulations on the pregnancy. And thank you.”
“Hueeeeng! I thought I was done for! I thought I’d disappear! Hiiiing!”
After hugging her tightly and wiping her nose, I stroked her hair and back. Her small body melted completely into my embrace and stayed there for a long while. Her once-swollen belly had returned to its original flat state. Truly, the body of a peak expert was remarkable.
‘The mysteries of the human body are truly something.’
The women who had left earlier returned and gently washed Yang So-hee’s sweat-drenched face and our bodies, still soaked in various fluids, with warm water. Outside, dawn was already breaking.
“…On this day, month, and year, we offer a toast to the glorious path of the Vice Cult Leader and pray for his ascension as the new Sex Demon! May the heavens and earth accept it with joy!”
An elderly man with a skeletal frame and hollow cheeks, yet eyes that burned with intensity and long white hair and beard, stood at the base of the altar in a pink robe, raising a wine cup and its stand high toward the sky. Hands extended from below the altar to receive them, passing the offering upward layer by layer. The altar itself was a human pyramid formed by nearly a hundred naked women, all elite experts with not a single scrap of cloth to cover them. As the ritual wine was passed higher, each successive layer grew narrower and the swaying of breasts more pronounced.
At the very top, two women lay prone to form the base, upon which reclined a voluptuous, seductive beauty with vivid pink skin who supported me—her master.
“Vice Cult Leader… p-please accept this♡”
Ping Du-ryeon, completely bare, lifted the wine stand with one arm according to the ritual and offered it to me where I sat cross-legged upon her back. Without a word, I took the cup. Inside was a milky, cloudy takju. I sniffed it. Thankfully, it was not some bodily-fluid concoction but a fragrant rice wine.
“Sex Demon Cult secret… mmm♡ It is called Gu-saek-ju—Mouth-Color Wine♡”
I downed the cup that smelled of peach blossoms. A sweetness unlike simple sugar water struck my tongue, accompanied by a subtle peach fragrance that tickled the back of my nose. It was not the cloying sweetness of iced tea but the soft, gentle sweetness of a maiden’s lips offering her first shy kiss.
“Mm… Excellent flavor.”
“Of course♡ The children worked very hard to make it♡”
‘Damn it.’
I was now certain some human-derived ingredient had been used. Several buttocks below twitched, making the feeling even more unsettling. I decided it was best not to ask how the wine was made. In any case, the ritual had to continue, so I tossed the cup and stand far behind the altar, stood up, and stepped onto Ping Du-ryeon’s back.
“Kyaaah♡”
“Uhp! Hyaaang♡”
“Hueeeng♡”
The pink mantle draped over my pink robe fluttered with my movements. Embroidered upon it was a purple tortoise mounting a female rabbit. As the wind wrinkled and smoothed the fabric, the tortoise repeatedly ravished the rabbit. I infused my voice with internal energy and addressed the thousands of pink-robed men and women surrounding the altar. The words were improvised on the spot, based on Han Go-sam’s advice.
“Hear me! From this moment, I ascend as the Vice Cult Leader of this cult!”
““Waaaaah!””
“Ever since the previous Sex Demon ascended, our cult has been treated as a mere imitation of the Heavenly Demon Cult, forced to hide our true nature and walk only the path of shadows while those hypocrites prattled about the righteous faction.”
“But now that I have seized the Sex Demon Cult, this history of submission ends! Soon we shall bring them all to their knees—nay, beneath our hips!”
““Waaaaah!””
“First, I declare our initial target!”
““Waaaaah!””
“Our target is Mount Emei!”
““Waaaaah…””
The cheers were noticeably weaker than I had expected. It was the conclusion I had reached after thinking hard while lying in bed that morning, following Han Go-sam’s advice on the duties of a Vice Cult Leader. A quick glance revealed the reason near the front of the stage. From a spot not far from the elder who had read the prayer, I felt an intense gaze. There stood a woman who resembled Ping Du-ryeon yet carried a colder aura.
She had the audacity to fold her arms and glare at me during this sacred ritual. When our eyes met, she even snorted. Judging by that look, I would have to conquer her before Mount Emei—my member was already stirring at the thought.