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Dawn.
Before the night had fully lifted, I lay quietly with my eyes closed, holding two women in my arms.
Sagong Hee, who had taken my release inside her once and fallen asleep with a satisfied smile, was on one side, my arm wedged between her breasts. Seon Ju-hee, who had passed out mid-oral and was still unconscious, was on the other, using my other arm as a pillow.
'That was good.'
My first night with Seon Ju-hee had been a success.
She herself probably wouldn't remember losing her virginity, but the way she'd tormented me with her mouth left a far more vivid impression in my memory.
I'd taken women who were unconscious and helpless countless times back in my Blood Jiangshi days.
But a woman who opened her own mouth and extracted my essence—just to keep me from releasing inside her—was a first.
A woman who looked up at me with jealousy burning in her eyes while sucking on my manhood—that was the first I'd ever met in my entire life.
'A noona like that is always welcome.'
As long as I kept my true identity hidden, my relationship with Seon Ju-hee meant I'd always have to meet her as A-bung. That meant treating her as an older woman, and she would expect me to call her noona.
'Doable.'
It's not that I had any particular thing for older women, but if they were happy just hearing me call them noona, then I could call them noona all day long. Even Seon Ju-hee, when I'd called her Ju-hee noona—even with her head caught by me and her mouth being violated—had secretly seemed pleased.
And so I came to understand the power held by that one word: noona.
If a single utterance of "noona" could make a woman shiver with pleasure more than a hundred thrusts of my hips driving into her deepest spots, then why exhaust myself unnecessarily?
'Women are truly inscrutable beings.'
Sagong Hee, Lee Si-a, Dokgo Yeon, Paeng Yuwol.
And all the other women I'd met since my regression—countless as they were—truly understanding their hearts was terribly difficult.
— Man and woman are like yang and yin, unable to fully merge.
My master once said this.
That the reason humanity is divided into man and woman is so that we may come to know one another, understand our differences, and walk the path of awakening. That a person cannot live alone, and that we grow through the countless meetings and partings that come with seeking the companion we need in life.
In my past life, I had no such process of growth.
Before I could even begin to understand men and women, I had been swept into every kind of conflict by the law of the jungle. I spent my days thinking only about how not to get beaten the next day, how to carry out my missions, how to escape the life of a Blood Jiangshi and let my spirit finally die.
So the idea of satisfying someone with a single word—of having someone trust and believe in me more because of one thing I said—was entirely new to me.
To think you could win someone's love with whispered words of affection. What terrifying power was this?
I had always tried to judge everything rationally. Even in choosing women, I prioritized rational factors—my convenience, my own growth—over my emotions.
But lying there between Sagong Hee and Seon Ju-hee, I realized that sometimes letting your heart lead the way isn't so bad after all.
Was it the battle with Sword Immortal that triggered this?
Or was it taking Seon Ju-hee's virginity?
Or perhaps my heart had shifted during this journey to Mount Hua with Sagong Hee.
Maybe it was Mount Hua itself, but my sentimental side had deepened. Drunk on the fragrance of plum blossoms, emotions I'd thought I didn't possess seemed to be stirring to life.
"Mmn... ngh..."
Seon Ju-hee let out a soft moan as she began regaining consciousness. I steadied my breathing and pretended to be fast asleep.
She jolted upright!
Seon Ju-hee shot up, then froze. She was quick on the uptake—seemed to realize immediately what had happened to her.
"......Crazy bitch. What did you... haah."
Seon Ju-hee clawed at her own face in despair. Thanks to the Dragon Eye, even with my eyelids shut, I could see her every move clearly.
"......."
Seon Ju-hee slipped quietly out of bed and ran her eyes over Sagong Hee first. Sagong Hee was pressed snug against me, one leg draped over my body, using me as a foot-pillow in peaceful slumber. Seon Ju-hee's eyes welled up.
"Sister..."
She gazed down at Sagong Hee like a girl jilted by her first love, then wiped her eyes with her sleeve. Then she turned to glare at me, fuming, and shifted her gaze downward—to my lower half.
"......This little rat-dick bastard."
'Whoa there.'
At that crude remark, Baby Sex Demon began to stir in anger. Though it was dawn, the sun had yet to rise, and Baby Sex Demon—sleeping soundly beneath Sagong Hee's leg—now seethed with fury and started poking its head out above my waistband.
Slither.
Pushing aside the loose trousers on its own, Baby Sex Demon raised its head proudly and began shouting at Seon Ju-hee.
How dare she call this a rat's dick—did she not remember its magnificent size, which had plunged in and out of her insides all night? It raged in indignation. I wanted to hold it back, but it was a basic physiological phenomenon—nothing I could do.
"...Tch."
Seon Ju-hee wrapped her hand lightly around my shaft. She measured it with both hands, turning it this way and that, then slowly lowered her head.
Surely not—oral, first thing in the morning?
Chomp.
"......!"
Seon Ju-hee turned her head to the side of my rigid manhood and bit down gently, leaving faint tooth marks. Light enough not to wake me, but sharp enough that her even teeth left their imprint on the erect flesh.
"...I won't lose. Not ever."
Seon Ju-hee declared war on my manhood. At her adorable yet infuriating provocation, I gave a firm flex down below.
Throb.
"Eep?!"
My manhood, already pointing skyward, paid no heed to Seon Ju-hee's bite and swelled even larger. I drew upon even the Violet Mist Divine Art dwelling in my body to enlarge it further, and Seon Ju-hee stumbled backward from the bed, lips trembling.
"It... it was this big...?"
Maybe it was because the light was much brighter now than in the dead of night. Overwhelmed by my sheer size, Seon Ju-hee hurriedly threw on her clothes and fled out the door. I savored victory, having splendidly repelled her provocation.
"......How cute. The things she does."
Sagong Hee, who had been still the whole time, twisted the corner of her lips and stirred awake. The moment she rose, she stretched her upper body toward my lower half as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
"If she'd actually bitten down, I wouldn't have let it go."
"...Ha, haha."
I had no idea how to respond. Still drowsy from sleep, Sagong Hee simply parted her lips.
Sagong Hee's daily routine.
"M-Master. Right now is a little...?"
"Why? This is how I start my day... Yawn."
The moment she woke up, she took my manhood into her mouth and drew out a round. Without warning, Sagong Hee swallowed me down to the root in one go.
'We've barely rested two shichen!'
Sure, her jaw was the only thing that would ache—but from the perspective of the one having his essence drained first thing in the morning—
Schluuurrrrp.
"......."
Whatever happens, happens. If you don't enjoy it while you're young, when will you ever?
I surrendered everything to Sagong Hee, letting my heart lead the way.
* * *
"This seems to be our first formal introduction. Allow me to present her. This is one of the Maehwa Swordwomen who was unable to greet you yesterday—Seon Ju-hee."
"I am Seon Ju-hee, Plum Blossom Swordwoman. It is a pleasure to meet you."
Seon Ju-hee greeted us with the utmost modesty. Her bow was clean and flawless—the very picture of proper decorum.
As if nothing had ever happened between us before.
Not even half a day ago, this same woman had passed out on Sagong Hee's chest after offering me her first experience. Now she sat perfectly composed, the very image of a rising young swordswoman.
"A pleasure to meet you. I am Sagong Hee, the Taiji Flower."
"Her disciple, A-bung."
We played along. Sagong Hee as the White Path's Number One Flower, and I as her attendant and disciple.
Though Sagong Hee did make a few mistakes in the finer details.
"First...? Ju-hee, were you not the one who volunteered to attend to the Taiji Flower yesterday?"
"......."
Sagong Hee and Seon Ju-hee both fell silent, as if their mouths were glued shut. I glanced back and forth between Seon Ju-hee's eyes and Sagong Hee's, then produced the correct answer for Sagong Hee.
"Ah... I see. I had no idea at all. I never imagined a Plum Blossom Swordwoman would go to such trouble for us."
"...This young one is rather shy, and failed to properly introduce herself."
Sagong Hee and Seon Ju-hee casually committed fraud together. Their reasons for lying differed, but their shared purpose was the same: deceiving the Mount Hua Sect Leader.
"Hmm, is that so?"
The Sect Leader did not press the contradiction.
"Well, considering how you were yesterday, Ju-hee..."
"S-Sect Leader."
Fortunately, Seon Ju-hee had a history of lovesickness, so the Sect Leader dismissed it without much thought. It might embarrass Seon Ju-hee a little, but anything was better than last night's events being exposed.
"I offer my sincere gratitude to the Taiji Flower. This is a gift from me as the Sect Leader of Mount Hua."
At the Sect Leader's instruction, Seon Ju-hee produced a small box. I accepted it on Sagong Hee's behalf. The fragrance of plum blossoms wafted richly from within.
"Plum Blossom Pills. I hope for good relations between the Mount Hua Sect and the Wudang Sect going forward. Please send my regards to your Sect Leader... and to Taoist Hyeonta as well."
"......You mean Martial Uncle Hyeon-ta?"
The Sect Leader merely gave a sly grin and rose from his seat.
"This old man will take his leave. Do enjoy your time together, young ones."
The Sect Leader exchanged brief farewells and departed. Left abruptly in the open pavilion were only myself, Sagong Hee, and Seon Ju-hee. As Sagong Hee and I exchanged glances, wondering what to talk about, Seon Ju-hee spoke first.
"First, I apologize for what happened last night. Sneaking into your room—I am truly sorry."
"When you said last night, I thought you meant something else."
At Sagong Hee's pointed remark, Seon Ju-hee closed her eyes tightly for a moment.
"I was rude in many ways... And thank you for cutting away the delusion that had me in its grip."
"Delusion?"
"For a very long time, I have pursued beauty."
This seemed to come out of nowhere. I became genuinely curious about what Seon Ju-hee was trying to say.
"At first, I found beauty in the sword of Mount Hua. That is why I became a martial artist. Then, on the day I entered the Dragon-Phoenix Gathering to show my martial arts to the world, I witnessed what true beauty really was. Yes—it was you."
"......."
Well, Sagong Hee was beautiful. Even with her Human Skin Mask on, she was as beautiful as Seon Ju-hee, and with the mask removed, she was the White Path's Number One Flower—something no one could deny.
"And I saw it. The mask the Taiji Flower wears on her face."
"......."
Sagong Hee began glancing nervously at me. Seon Ju-hee's words left me with a sense of certainty.
"So... you know my true appearance?"
"Yes. I am not the only one who saw the Human Skin Mask tear slightly during your duel with the Little Princess. The fact that the Taiji Flower wears a Human Skin Mask is a secret known only to a select few."
I'd known it would come to light eventually. As they say, a hidden gem cannot stay buried forever. Sagong Hee's beauty was beyond what any Human Skin Mask could conceal.
"And so I have waited for this meeting with you. The moment I saw you again at the Two Phoenixes Decisive Battle, I was certain. I had fallen for your beauty."
"...I knew, but it's still a bit disconcerting."
Sagong Hee sipped her tea and drew a clear line.
"I'm sorry, but I have no interest in that sort of thing."
"...Yes. I am well aware of how deeply you cherish your disciple. But I will not give up."
Seon Ju-hee rose and assumed a formal Bow with Hands Clasped.
"As I am a woman, I cannot become the Taiji Flower's lover. However, I wish to become the woman closest to her."
"Lady Seon Ju-hee, do you mean...?"
"Please—would you accept me as your sister-blossom (妹花), your sworn younger sister (義妹)?"
So if she couldn't become the closest man, she'd become the closest woman. I shuddered inwardly at Seon Ju-hee's tenacity but kept my expression neutral.
"Not without conditions."
Sagong Hee shook her head firmly. Then she took my hand and smiled.
"Would you also become A-bung's sworn older sister? I don't want the people I care about clawing at each other."
"Urk...!"
Seon Ju-hee's face crumpled. But she had no other options.
"......Ha, haha. Hahaha."
Laughing hollowly like a doll, Seon Ju-hee twisted the corner of her mouth at me and spread her arms wide.
"A-bung... how about you come rest in your noona's embrace?"
"Gladly, Ju-hee noona."
I buried my face in Seon Ju-hee's chest. She squeezed me tight enough to crush me, but since I was supposed to be a martial artist myself, I withstood her strength and freely kneaded her body in return.
"I'll be counting on you from now on, my dear A-bung little brother...!"
Seon Ju-hee seized my head. She tightened her grip as if avenging what I'd done last night—but with my hands freely groping her rear, victory was still mine.
"Of course, Ju-hee noona."
As A-bung, I had become sworn siblings with the Plum Blossom Swordwoman Seon Ju-hee. After confirming that Sagong Hee's attention was briefly on her tea, Seon Ju-hee pulled me closer as if patting my back and whispered into my ear.
"Just you wait...! I'll make sure you can never get it up for Sister—I'll drain you until your balls are completely empty...!"
...And so we became sworn siblings—rivals in love, fighting over a single woman.