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"Damn it, damn it...!"
Geum Sam, the Plain Heavy Twin Fists—a middle-aged man eliminated from the Hwangbo Clan's martial tournament—entered his guest room alone and downed drink after drink to vent his anger.
"Damn it, that cursed Soul-Seizing Crashing Fist...!"
Geum Sam hadn't been directly hurt by the Soul-Seizing Crashing Fist. When the Soul-Seizing Crashing Fist unleashed a powerful strike against the Hyeoncheon Baek Clan's heir, Geum Sam had simply been closest.
Pathetically, he was sent flying by a single shockwave. The impact was beyond words, and his pride as a martial artist shattered to pieces.
But he thought there would still be a chance.
The Soul-Seizing Crashing Fist was just one man, and even if he claimed Hwangbo Hye-ji, whom Geum Sam had his eye on, six other sisters would remain.
If not for the absurd declaration of Hwangbo Yeom, head of the Hwangbo Clan, he wouldn't have been drowning himself in drink.
—Take all my daughters!
"Fuck!"
Geum Sam hurled an empty liquor bottle to the floor. Hwangbo Yeom's madness was beyond imagination, leaving many martial artists disgruntled with the Hwangbo Clan.
—That position should be mine!
The husband of the Hwangbo Seven Princesses should be the Plain Heavy Twin Fists, not the Soul-Seizing Crashing Fist.
All the other warriors were surely thinking the same.
One man protecting seven women? No matter how close he was to being the world's greatest fist, one man could never defeat many.
"Kgh... drop dead, you bastards."
Geum Sam cursed as he moved to the window. The moment he opened it to get some cool night air, a hidden weapon flew in and attacked him.
"Hup!"
Geum Sam thrust his fist downward, deflecting the projectile. The skin on the back of his hand was torn open; Geum Sam urgently surveyed the surroundings.
'Nothing!'
There was no sign of the attacker. Geum Sam ducked behind the wall and felt a sense of futility at the object's true nature.
'A twig?'
The finger-length twig had a piece of paper tied to it. No killing intent remained; Geum Sam untied the knot and unfolded the paper.
—Do you not wish to take revenge on the Hwangbo Clan?
"......!!"
Geum Sam felt all his drunkenness evaporate. Nervously worried someone might see, he swallowed hard and read the letter.
—Let us take revenge on the Hwangbo Clan, which deceived us, and on the Soul-Seizing Crashing Fist, who monopolizes the women.
"Cra- Crazy."
—If you wish to join us, come. It's a gang rape.
Geum Sam gulped. The time written was this very dawn, and the location was a place off the beaten path.
"So... they're saying they'll gang-rape the Hwangbo daughters?"
This was an invitation.
It was a manifesto to test whether the Soul-Seizing Crashing Fist could truly protect all the women, while recruiting righteous warriors to pass judgment on Hwangbo Yeom's wrong choice.
"With the world's greatest fist and all... is that possible?"
Geum Sam bit his nails. No matter how many people gathered, could they really scheme against the Hwangbo Clan, protected by the world's greatest fist and the Soul-Seizing Crashing Fist? A clan that was one of the Eight Great Families?
But he had already heard the rumors that someone called 'So Ju-ji' was gathering people.
And the final sentence of the letter steadied his wavering heart.
—Once you've pulled your pants down, you can't pull them back up before you've come.
"...Kha, khahaha! This crazy perverted bastard!"
Geum Sam burst out laughing and threw on his coat. He also didn't forget to disguise himself with a mask and a wide-brimmed hat.
"Right, I'll shoot my load inside those Hwangbo bitches even just once! Fuck, you only die once, not twice!!"
Beneath the hat, Geum Sam's eyes were awash with lust and madness.
* * *
Step, step.
Thunder Demon entered an inn in Jinan and immediately lay down on the bed in her room.
"...I'm tired."
She had sailed from Anhui across the sea, then made her way from the coast to Hebei, and now she was back in Jinan.
She'd been handling various matters for Grand Duke Ju-ji in the meantime, which kept her from properly chasing the man and woman who'd taken the Heavenly Rejuvenation Pill. As a result, Thunder Demon had wasted time merely following their trail.
No matter how skilled in movement techniques, it was surprising they could move this much. Thunder Demon was convinced that in terms of movement arts, her opponent was her equal.
'If I use the Heavenly Demon Divine Art, I'll win.'
Thunder Demon soothed herself and closed her eyes. Since they didn't seem to be moving much in Jinan, she figured she could rest for the night.
But.
Murmur murmur.
The loud conversation of two men in the next room kept her from sleeping. Thunder Demon didn't bother covering her ears; she tried to ignore it and fall asleep.
"...Are you sure we don't have to go?"
"If we go for nothing and things blow up, what then?"
"But there's not much time left. Just two days... no, basically just one day, right?"
"So are you giving up on fucking the Hwangbo daughters?"
Thunder Demon's lips twisted at the men's filthy talk. It was pointless chatter—a disgusting rape plot.
Thunder Demon tried to fall deeply asleep.
"...Can we really trust that bastard Ju Ji?"
If not for that name. Thunder Demon shot up like lightning and burst through the window, ambushing the next room.
"Who— gahk?!"
The men were struck by Thunder Demon's kick and instantly knocked out. Tapping the floor with the tip of her foot, Thunder Demon saw the letters the men had collected and her expression hardened.
"...This is the Grand Duke's scheme?"
It was a scheme she knew nothing about. Thunder Demon couldn't keep her composure at the letter's contents.
"Gang-raping the Hwangbo Clan... why?"
Thunder Demon's head began to spin. She bit her lip as she looked at the time and location written on the letter.
It wouldn't be too late to see for herself and decide. Thunder Demon vanished with the letter.
* * *
Unlike my personal Sex Demon operation, which absolutely had to succeed, the many Sex Demons gathering around had to fail miserably.
Beyond just failing, they had to be thoroughly ruined and disgraced. Having their cocks cut off was just the start—they needed to be locked up somewhere so they dared not touch another woman.
"You're going to violate women but stop others from doing it? Isn't that too selfish?"
"That's right, I'm a selfish bastard."
When he admitted it so readily, Hwangbo Hye-ji nearly tore at her hair with her hand. But she couldn't move her hands freely.
"Hye-ji, why do you keep holding onto the hem?"
Dokgo Yeon poked Hwangbo Hye-ji's lower thigh with a mischievous grin. Since Hwangbo Hye-ji was taller, she was showing more skin despite wearing clothes of the same length as Dokgo Yeon.
From the back, the clothes barely covered her buttocks, leaving them quite visible. At that sight, I offered my gratitude once again to the Blood Cult Leader.
'I'll keep only this part of your legacy alive.'
I would discard the dangerous ideology of staining the world with blood and destroying the martial world, and instead take only the good culture from the Blood Cult Leader's <Theory of Lust> and spread it widely.
If Confucianism has Confucius, then lust has the Blood Cult Leader. In all my encounters across the Central Plains Murim, I have never seen anyone as enlightened in lust as the Blood Cult Leader.
If he weren't the master of the Blood Cult, he might have been called the 'Sage of Lust'.
"Hurry, hurry. We need to go find the next Sex Demon."
Dokgo Yeon and I moved swiftly through the darkness, avoiding people's eyes. It was late at night with fairly deep shadows, but it wasn't completely deserted.
"Nngh...!!"
Hwangbo Hye-ji was terrified someone below might see. When stepping on the roof and crouching, her knees naturally bent, and the hem of her skirt rode up, exposing her private place.
"It's really, truly not visible, right?"
"Correct. In this darkness, if someone could see, they'd be a dragon, not a person."
Dragon Eye!
I reached a hand toward Hwangbo Hye-ji.
"Now there's one left. Give me the letter."
"Here."
Hwangbo Hye-ji handed me the letter tied to a twig. Using the techniques of the King of Flying Daggers, I gave my wrist a light flick and hurled the last letter toward its destination.
"Hwaa-am, the weather's nice—"
Whoosh—thwok!
The twig grazed the neck of the man who had opened the window and embedded itself in the wall. I ducked down on the roof with the two women, who were dressed like Blood Fairies.
"What—?!"
Startled, the man looked at the letter. Hwangbo Hye-ji seemed to recognize him.
"That man, could he be Baek...?"
"The heir of the Hyeoncheon Baek Clan."
"Gaga, you don't think he'll come too, do you?"
"Who knows. I just threw it, like taking a swing at a persimmon out of reach. Let's head to the meeting place now."
The bait was cast, and we flew toward the meeting place written in the letter. Among the locations I'd scouted around Jinan, there was a temple where surveillance from both the authorities and the martial world was thin.
"Gaga, there's a crowd gathered."
At the ruined temple, left without its monks, many would-be Sex Demons were already waiting, eyeing each other warily as they waited for someone.
"Hye-ji, how many do you think?"
"...Seventeen?"
Hwangbo Hye-ji was openly disgusted by the would-be Sex Demons gathered at the temple.
"They actually came..."
They were all 'real Sex Demons' who had gathered to attack the Hwangbo Clan, incited by us. Lured by the false proposal to gang-rape the Hwangbo Seven Princesses, they were the real deal who'd come to hear the plan.
Among those who'd participated in the Seven Grooms Contention, I'd selected and provoked the worst of the worst—those with particularly lecherous eyes and malicious intent.
Those who feared the Hwangbo Clan name wouldn't have come.
Those ones pose no threat at all.
The real threat is this trash who gathered to burst into the Hwangbo Clan and gang-rape the Hwangbo Seven Princesses.
—Anyone can have licentious thoughts. Anyone can, because they're human. People even curse the king in their hearts, so why can't they imagine violating him?
The Blood Cult Leader had said.
—But if putting it into practice becomes a social problem, then it should remain in the realm of imagination. Those who act on it need to be crushed.
Imagination is free.
But if you turn it into action, you must take responsibility.
Those who actually try to carry out my absurd proposal to gang-rape the Hwangbo Seven Princesses will take responsibility. At minimum, they'll lose their martial arts; at worst, they'll lose their lives.
"...It's almost time, so let's do the most important thing."
"What's that?"
"Hiding our identities."
I had the two women put on the extra black clothes I'd brought. They pulled on long boots that reached their skirt hems, wrapped black robes over their shoulders, and then covered their heads and faces with face veils.
"Gaga, every time I see them, I realize Gaga makes really pretty clothes."
"This much is nothing."
I'd seen at least twelve Blood Women shaking their asses in front of me in the Blood Cult, plus a few more; how could I not know the Blood Women's formal uniform?
"This... looks like what the sorcerers of the Mysterious Sect wear."
Hwangbo Hye-ji looked in wonder at her own outfit, which now showed far less skin.
"...It is pretty."
Although a couple finger-widths of bare thigh still showed in front, it looked much more comfortable to move in than the earlier outfit that bared her limbs completely.
Murmur murmur.
People began to gather one by one in the temple courtyard. All of them had come to attack the Hwangbo Clan, and without exception they were at least second-rate martial artists.
"Yeon, Hye-ji. You two just keep your mouths shut tight. I'll do all the talking. Even if I use rough language, please understand."
"It's to deceive them and capture them all, isn't it? It's fine, Gaga."
"...Don't forget, it's the Hwangbo Clan that will capture them."
"Of course."
To capture all the Sex Demons and hand the achievement over to the Hwangbo Clan, I decided to become 'So Ju-ji'.
"Then, for the very last thing, let's make aliases in case we need to address each other."
I lightly wrote on the ground. Both women's eyes went wide at the simple names I wrote.
Wol Bi-yeon.
Wol Bi-hye.
"Not Cheon?"
"'Wol' out of nowhere?"
"It just felt the most fitting."
The Blood Cult had hoped to make Blood Women into Moon Maidens. As someone who'd once been at the center of the Blood Cult, I'd resolved to prevent the blood ritual they intended to bring about.
Moon Maiden Descent.
"It means a woman as beautiful as the moon hanging in the sky, and worthy of comparison."
When such beautiful Moon Maidens already exist on earth, is there any reason to sacrifice hundreds of thousands of lives to bring down a goddess from the heavens?
"Yeon. You are so beautiful the Celestial Maiden of heaven would not dare approach you."
"Gaga, I think my heart just got a little damp."
"Oops..."
I already had a goddess beside me. Whether Hwangbo Hye-ji's expression soured or not, I briefly lifted Dokgo Yeon's face veil and kissed her lips.
"Oh my, Gaga. Hye-ji can see."
"What does it matter if she sees? It's a husband and wife sharing affection."
"...Look here. Right now, you're out of the clan on the pretense of a nighttime outing with me, you know?"
Hwangbo Hye-ji grumbled and pointed ahead. The uproar from the would-be Sex Demons in the temple ruins was growing louder.
"...Ahem."
I cleared my throat, then I too finished disguising myself with black robes and a mask.
What should my first words be?
That one would be best, of course.
"...Then let's go."
I took a deep breath and climbed onto the temple roof. The Sex Demons, who'd been on the verge of fighting and dispersing, froze at the sight of me and the two women.
"So you're all gathered."
Just as Hwangbo Yeom had done, I looked down on them arrogantly and cast out the opening line.
"Well met. I am 'So Ju-ji,' the one who summoned you here to gang-rape the Hwangbo Clan."