Sex is Power
After the ascension ceremony ended, Han Go-sam faced me across the table in the now somewhat familiar spacious room and answered my question with firm resolve.
“That won’t do.”
“What do you mean, it won’t do?”
“Precisely as I said, Young Cult Leader. The women you may embrace are strictly limited to those who have given prior consent. At present, that means only the women who participated in the recent ritual.”
“Consent? So all one hundred of them agreed?”
“Yes. When they were involved in bringing you to our cult, they caught but a single glimpse of the Cult Leader’s dragon countenance and the part that carries the dragon seed, and that alone was enough for unconditional consent. They have been waiting ever since for their turn to come around. However, Supreme Elder Ping Du-ryeon has not given such consent.”
“Hmmmm……”
Having to postpone that fiery woman’s proper education left me deeply frustrated.
“More importantly, it is time to begin the education the Young Cult Leader requires.”
“Education?”
“Indeed. I trust you have already grasped your current condition to some degree……”
The Life-and-Death Yin-Yang Blood-Reversal Art he had performed on me when we first met. This art, cast upon my body in this life through the circulation of reversed-blood inner energy that built up my dantian, primarily reconstructs the dantian and other bodily regions so that yang and yin qi can accumulate in harmony. It elevates a Sex Demon’s aptitude for all manner of sexual arts and compresses yang and yin qi to grant a form of bone-marrow cleansing. Its success alone rivals the greatest fortune under heaven, yet it carries one side effect.
- Glorp! Glorp-glorp! -
- Gulp, gulp, slurp, sluuuurp -
Unlike the yin qi that cannot arise naturally from a man’s body, the endless accumulation of yang qi demands constant release. While I sat conversing with Han Go-sam, Ping Du-ryeon knelt beneath the table, serving my manhood with her mouth and breasts.
Meanwhile, seven women stood by the door, faces flushed as they waited their turn. All of them wore pink garments that barely covered their bodies—the tops clung tightly while the bottoms left almost nothing to the imagination. Honestly, they looked like the ecchi version of a qipao straight out of an old Japanese manga.
‘D-Daeju-nim, this is already the third time. Can’t you yield a little now…?’
‘A-Ajigi! Paah♡ Hlurp, chomp♡ Do you people have no shame? Is this how Han Daeju taught you?’
Ping Du-ryeon’s adorable struggle over my manhood made me smile. I reached down and stroked her head.
“As expected, you’re far more charming when you skip the bewitching arts. Your turn will come soon enough, so wait just a little longer.”
“Heehee♡ Yes♡”
“”Yes~.”“
“Then let us continue.”
“Yes♡ Chomp♡ Haaah♡”
Ping Du-ryeon’s wet sounds echoed through the quiet room.
“Ahem. In any case, the Young Cult Leader’s jade body is currently producing yang qi explosively, yet yin qi remains insufficient. As a temporary measure, we have gathered volunteers from the Chastity Unit and qualified female cultists who meet the enlistment criteria, selecting those suitable to serve you. However, as the Young Cult Leader’s dantian grows larger, the imbalance between yin and yang may become uncontrollable.”
“What are those criteria?”
“According to our cult’s doctrine: maidens under twenty years of age, and those currently experiencing their monthly cycle. These girls are forbidden any contact with men—including the Young Cult Leader—and any sexual cultivation training. This rule holds even after you ascend as Sex Demon, so please keep it in mind.”
What an obvious thing to say.
“Anyway, unless that Ping Du-ryeon agrees of her own will, I understand I cannot embrace her.”
Ping Du-ryeon’s tongue suddenly moved more urgently. Stroking her hair, I whispered,
“Still, you’re the only woman of Daeju rank or higher who has willingly come into my arms, aren’t you? I’ll be counting on you from now on as well.”
“Heuup♡ Yes♡ Then please… take this virgin♡”
“Tsk! Didn’t I tell you to save the precious things?”
I flicked her pink peaks twice with my finger in light punishment.
- Tap, tap! -
“Kyaaah♡”
“Ahem. In any case, Young Cult Leader, let us proceed with that education.”
“I shall obey.”
**
Three months passed, and the season shifted from early spring to early summer.
“Azure Fist!”
- Crack-crack-crack! -
The pink qi that burst from my outstretched fist shattered every single egg in the tray Han Daeju had thrown into the air before they could even touch the ground.
- Clap clap clap clap clap clap -
“Young Cult Leader! You are truly magnificent♡”
“How can your progress be this rapid~♡”
The praises from the beautiful women of various charms watching the scene made even the dormant dragon within me stir. Over the past three months, I had used the Young Cult Leader’s authority to expand the Chastity Unit from its original forty main members and thirty reserves to over one hundred, accepting all ‘Bora Maid’ participants and reorganizing them into ten squads of ten. Of course, the unit leader remained Ping Du-ryeon—her surname changed to the character that matched the sound of “Ping.”
Despite embracing over a hundred women during those three months, only Yang So-hee had succeeded in becoming pregnant so far. Among those many women, more than two-thirds had received my favor through simulated union alone, their maidenheads deliberately preserved.
‘A hymen that exists only once per woman is too precious to waste on threesomes or foursomes. Taking them slowly, one by one, even if it takes longer—that is true harem monogamy.’
Yang So-hee now spent her days gently stroking her clearly rounded belly, acting as the lady of the Sex Demon Cult and focusing on prenatal care.
During that time, two Chastity Unit members had grown jealous enough to doubt the potency of my seed and Yang So-hee’s chastity. Instead of punishment, I used the forbidden tongue art “No Yang Thing” on them. Within just three days and nights, they were prostrating themselves and begging Yang So-hee’s forgiveness.
“Huaaang, please forgive meee!”
“I was wrong! Huaaang!”
There was no female cultist who had never spread her legs for me, and none who had spread them only once. Perhaps because of the child in her womb, Yang So-hee’s once-sharp features had softened, and her temperament had grown somewhat more maternal. Yet that was not the only change.
Yang So-hee sat demurely on the Young Cult Leader’s bed. I lay with my head pillowed on her thigh, earnestly teasing the now head-sized peaks of her breasts.
“Slurp slurp slurp. Gulp! Kuu. When I drink only your milk, the overflowing yang qi is relieved without even touching my manhood. This is truly a peerless elixir under heaven.”
“Aing♡ I-It’s embarrassing♡ The birth is still far away♡”
“My yang thing has already been born inside your belly, so you, Yang So-hee, are not only my woman but also a mother. Therefore, it is only natural for your son to crave your milk. Hah.”
“Kyaa♡ Our big baby, why are you so greedy?♡ There’s plenty of milk, so eat slowly and a lot♡”
Even as she offered her breast, her soft, small hand gently stroked my head, making me feel as though my mind were regressing to childhood.
“Yes~ Mama~”
Yet even then, her hand crept toward my waist, reaching for my manhood.
- Thud -
Swish swish…
Before long, the maidservant—Gu Yeong-hye, formerly number 8989 of the Hell Unit in the Heavenly Demon Cult—had stripped off her lower garments, climbed atop me, and begun rubbing her already wet lower lips against the tip of my manhood, smearing it with her nectar.
“Sister—no, Mistress! I’ll do it for you!”
“How dare you!”
From Yang So-hee’s fingertips shot a smooth, rice-grain-sized sphere of condensed qi—fierce yet clearly not meant to harm. It lightly struck Gu Yeong-hye’s bean and scattered into the air.
“!”
As the condensed qi showed, Yang So-hee had already surpassed the peak and reached the transcendent realm in a single leap through the sexual arts she had learned in the Sex Demon Cult.
- Splurt! Squirt! -
“Kyaaaaang♡ Sister! I told you to stop using that! What kind of transcendent female master torments someone’s pussy with condensed qi♡ Kuuu♡ And I was really just trying to lend you some water, you’re too much♡”
Gu Yeong-hye, sent flying three feet by the wind blade Yang So-hee had fired, writhed on the floor, spraying the remaining fluids everywhere.
“Did you think I wouldn’t know your filthy intentions? You fool♡ Haang♡”
Worried that the anger born from their mistress-servant quarrel might harm the prenatal care, I swirled my tongue around Yang So-hee’s nipple. Her expression instantly softened.
“Mama~ Chomp chomp~ Don’t fight.”
“Ung♡ Mama was wrong~♡ There, there~ Good boy♡”
In the end, I was milked four times right there by Yang So-hee’s hands and mouth and Gu Yeong-hye’s juices. Perhaps because I had properly relieved my yang qi and replenished yin qi, that very day I finally reached the tenth star of the ascension sexual art, Sex is Power.
- Hooooom! -
I opened my eyes while seated in lotus position in the training ground, floating roughly two ja (about 60.6 cm) above the ground. Pink qi rippled in all directions, and vitality surged through my body to the point of omnipotence.
- Clap clap clap clap clap clap -
Han Go-sam, who had been standing guard, met my eyes and applauded.
“Now that Sex is Power has reached the tenth star, you can wield sexual qi equivalent to at least five cycles of sixty years of inner power. With such mastery, you should be able to overcome even the combined assault of several peak Hwa-gyeong or Extreme Demon experts.”
“Even so, I know I’m still far from matching the Hyeon-gyeong or Talma realms.”
“But is there any need to be wary of opponents at the Hyeon-gyeong or Talma level when even the current Murim Alliance Leader and the Heavenly Demon Cult Leader have not reached them? Moreover, once you venture into the martial world and gain real combat experience, you will surely attain the pinnacle of Sex is Power, so there is no need for concern on that front either.”
I gathered my qi, rose to my feet, and replied to Han Go-sam.
“The world is vast, and extraordinary people are scattered everywhere. Han Go-sam, do you know that the strongest expert in the Heavenly Demon Cult is neither the Cult Leader nor the Supreme Cult Leader?”
“I-Is that so?”
“Even as I am now, I would have trouble with just three moves against Mother’s—Human Unit Daeju Yeon Se-ryeong’s backhand smash, or rather, her rear-strike technique. I still have much to improve.”
“That is only because the Young Cult Leader is a filial son, kuuuk!”
I playfully released a weak burst of qi at him for the filial-son remark. He clutched his groin and shed a few tears. Between his desperately shielding fingers, I could see thin pink threads of qi coiling like spiderwebs around his pitiful manhood.
“This sexual art is truly the greatest divine skill against men. Even a Talma-level monster would be finished the moment his manhood is seized. However, its practicality drops against the female experts, who outnumber male experts several times over in the martial world.”
When I withdrew the qi, the threads tormenting Han Go-sam vanished into thin air as if they had never existed.
“Huuu, Young Cult Leader. Your sexual art has grown even stronger, so please exercise more restraint when playing such pranks in the future.”
“Is that so? My apologies. I’ll be more mindful from now on.”
Feeling somewhat guilty as a fellow man, I looked at him. He didn’t seem to be in that much pain.
“By the way, something suddenly occurred to me. Does your name live up to its meaning?”
“Ahem, that is……”
The story he told was rather shocking. The sexual arts of the Sex Demon Cult consume so much yang qi that even consuming the finest elixirs and receiving great arts leaves the vast majority of men with fatal side effects. The stronger the sexual art, the more severe the side effects become; the higher one’s status, the smaller one’s manhood becomes, along with greater functional problems.
“The very test to become a candidate for Young Cult Leader is designed to diagnose whether one possesses talent capable of overcoming the side effects of the sexual arts.”