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Flying Heaven Illusion Demon—the Illusion Demon—is a master of the Soul-Hooking Technique.
In the past, I made the Blade Demon hump a rotten log and framed him for violating Namgung Yurin. The Illusion Demon's Soul-Hooking Technique was an immense help to a Sex Demon.
I won't bother hiding it. The Illusion Demon is a Sex Demon.
He simply calls himself Illusion Demon rather than Sex Demon because he is a master of the soul-hooking art and an array of illusion techniques.
As a so-called Illusion-Sex-Demon, his signature fate-determining technique is Ghost Intercourse.
Leaving the physical body largely untouched, he would violate a woman by possessing her body like a ghost. Trapped helplessly in her own mind, the woman was violated.
If his excessive use of illusion arts hadn't made his mind occasionally drift in and out of lucidity, the number of women who would have been violated through Ghost Intercourse would be staggering.
The Emei Sect Leader—Lust-Exorcising Abbess Ryu Seo-si—killed the Illusion Demon's identity as a Sex Demon.
Trying to violate Ryu Seo-si in her dreams, the Illusion Demon was severely wounded in soul and spirit by her Evil-Subduing Righteousness Sword. That injury persists to this day, leaving him an old man who sometimes goes senile.
'He'll recover someday, now that he's taken the Heavenly Rejuvenation Pill.'
The effects are slow, but when the body becomes healthy, the mind follows. The Illusion Demon is probably healing that soul wound, even if only slightly, by now.
'This is the price for using your technique, old man.'
"Heh, hahahng."
I swallowed dryly, looking at the Demonic Sword Consort, her consciousness spirited away by the Soul-Hooking Technique's Ghost Intercourse. She would currently be crossing blades with the Ghost-Sex-Demon I'd infused into her core.
"Enjoy your fight. Spar to your heart's content."
Right now, the Demonic Sword Consort was clashing swords with the phantom of me, freely unleashing a grand duel. Even before I'd inserted my member, she was smiling wide and bursting with pleasure, clearly deeply satisfied with the spiritual sword fight.
'Fight hard, Ghost-Sex-Demon.'
The internal energy needed to sustain the illusion would be harvested directly from the Demonic Sword Consort's body. I refocused my attention on her physical form.
'First, take off the clothes.'
I tore the martial robe, previously ripped from the lower abdomen down, all the way up. I pulled her upper garments open to the sides and completely stripped away the tattered pants, spreading them beneath her hips.
"Wow."
She wasn't quite a mature beauty, but 'lady' suited her well. She was like a woman perfectly ripe for marriage yet spending her nights alone, having not even dated, let alone married, at the age when others have children.
"Why hasn't a body like this had children yet?"
Desirable. A mature allure, different from youthful freshness, was evident. From the enticing mounds barely graspable in one hand—though not quite Sagong Hee's level—to the hourglass waist smooth as porcelain, and childbearing hips built for easy deliveries.
"Heh, I'd love to take her backside."
Her backside—I swallowed hard—her physique practically screamed that her rear entrance was her weak spot.
"But one shouldn't defy the natural order."
I gently lifted the Demonic Sword Consort's two legs. It was hard to believe these legs propped up her hips and chest, the calves slender yet the thighs thick and satisfying to grip.
"Hup."
I draped her legs over my shoulders. Pressing her calves down, I set my stance, using my knees to stabilize her hips. I crossed her feet behind my neck to keep her locked in.
If she woke up like this, it was the perfect position for her to choke me with her legs, but it was also the perfect position for me to drive my member into her.
"Ahng, haheung, haahng...."
Eyes closed, the Demonic Sword Consort was climaxing lightly all on her own before I'd even touched her. She was currently feeling ecstasy, fighting the Sky Palace Unhindered Sword Art with all her might.
And I would feel my own ecstasy while teasing her womb. Carefully, so as not to wake her, I pushed my member in.
"Krrrgh!"
The instant foreign sensation upon entry sent a thrill through me. Then I shoved my member straight in, dispatching the barrier blocking contact between me and the Demonic Sword Consort.
"You kept it safe all this time just for me. Thank you."
"Haahng...."
The Demonic Sword Consort let out a moan of pleasure as if answering me. She was so completely absorbed in the Ghost Intercourse that she didn't feel even the pain of deflowering. I pushed my member deep, savoring every fold of her inner flesh.
"Kgh, tight enough to still be an active virgin."
The former Sword Demon. One of the past Six Phoenixes. And Sword Pavilion Master.
"The best fruit is always the one plucked when it's perfectly ripe."
Squelch.
Using the sword I was bestowed, I slowly savored her insides.
* * *
"Ahk, heuk...!"
Every time the blades clashed, Wang So-hyeon couldn't suppress her moans.
"It's too good...!"
Had she ever been this happy in her life? When she first beat her master in swordsmanship, the thrill of victory was electrifying.
But afterwards, she had to spend over twenty years in emptiness and desolation. A swordsman worthy of filling her did not exist in this world.
She wanted to cross swords without holding back, debating each other's sword qi. This woman, mad for the blade, sought a man who could honestly receive her sword qi and handily overcome her.
"This time, I'll go differently."
The boy, whose movements had been heavy and solid, began leaping lightly. Toying with her vision using rapid movement arts, he stabbed into places her sword couldn't reach.
"Kgh...!"
Wang So-hyeon was driven onto the defensive. From the first instant they crossed swords, she was desperately fending off his onslaught. As if he'd compiled every sword art into his head, the boy ferociously exploited all her weaknesses.
Clang--!
"Ah-huk!"
Wang So-hyeon staggered far back against a sword strike thrusting upward from below. She couldn't control her stance, but the fast and forceful technique drew a gasp of admiration from her.
"The Sun-Shot Sword Art!"
"Try blocking it."
With one hand trained on her, the boy thrust his blade straight ahead. Wang So-hyeon angled her sword and deflected the tip.
"Khh?!"
But the boy's sword didn't end with a single attack. The instant it was deflected, he recovered and stabbed right back at the targeted spot.
Clang, clang, clang---!!
Swift and powerful. It was the simple repetition of thrusting and withdrawing, yet every time Wang So-hyeon blocked, she felt as if her body was being pushed back.
"Ah...!"
No. Wang So-hyeon was actually retreating. To take the optimal defensive posture, she was unknowingly stepping back as she deflected his blade.
"This...!"
Wang So-hyeon laughed at the blade stubbornly targeting only one spot.
"Why don't you just become the Diancang Sect Leader yourself!"
The youth's Diancang swordplay was monstrously fierce.
It was faster and stronger than any sword she'd ever faced. It wasn't just speed; heaviness was infused within that swiftness, and Wang So-hyeon's whole body tingled pleasingly every time she parried.
"But Diancang alone won't beat me!"
"Then how about this?"
Thwack!
The boy swung his sword down forcefully in a vertical slash. Wang So-hyeon placed her blade horizontally and blocked.
"Wh-what is this...?!"
"Just the Three Calamities Sword Art."
Smack, smack, smack!
The sword qi he infused was far too powerful for a simple Three Calamities style. Whether slicing up and down or side-to-side, it was relentlessly striking at a single precise point.
"Ahak...!"
It struck the weakest point in Wang So-hyeon's sword structure. The blade scraping the sky, the blade springing from the ground, the blade drawing a crescent—all targeted the exact same place.
"There's a man in this world who reached the Ten Great Swordsmen with nothing but the Three Calamities."
"That's impossible!"
"Why not see for yourself? Ultimately, isn't a martial form just a means to fell your opponent?"
"Iik...!"
For the first time, Wang So-hyeon thrust her sword forward. The two blades crossed in midair like an 'X'.
"The true path of a swordsman is to prove the martial principles you've built up through your blade!"
"!!"
Wang So-hyeon twisted her wrist. Her sword began spinning along with it, coiling the boy's blade with her sword qi.
"Tch!"
The boy leaped into the air, and Wang So-hyeon spun her body as well. The two swords, circling dozens of times in the void, narrowed the distance, brushing past and striking against each other.
Clang!
Sword roots met, guards clashed. Wang So-hyeon closed in close enough to feel the boy's breath.
"Feels amazing, doesn't it?"
"You're the absolute best."
Wang So-hyeon couldn't hide her true feelings. When she thought she'd figured out one sword art, he brought another, granting her fresh, electrifying pleasure.
"I want to trade blades like this forever."
"Sorry, but I can't do that."
The boy reached one hand behind his back. Wang So-hyeon bit her lip at the golden dragon coiling around his arm.
"That's the—"
"Heavenly Dragon Emperor Twin High Sword."
Krraaaang--!!
The boy brought the sword from behind his back sweeping up from below. Wang So-hyeon flipped her grip and launched her body upward.
"Ah-heuk!"
Along with a violent shock pushing her entire mass upward, her body floated into the air. The boy raised both swords as if overlapping them over his shoulder, then spread them wide to the front and back.
"Whirlpool Ascension!"
The boy's body began to spin rapidly. The two swords sliced in a circular arc towards a single direction, weaving through the space and cutting into Wang So-hyeon.
"Hrrgh!"
Wang So-hyeon gritted her teeth while intercepting the boy's blades. Though only one sword was physically real, his strikes pressured her as if a shadow followed the main blade.
"Ahak, hak...! Too fast...!"
The consecutive, seemingly simple attack pattern was a whirlwind too fast for her to handle. The stinging reverberation through her hands with each deflection began slowly eating away at her spirit.
She would lose if she just kept resisting. She'd obviously collapse without managing even a proper counterattack.
"I... can't lose...!"
Defeat by the sword means a broken spirit. If she clashed with her whole self and lost, she would have no choice but to accept it.
"Moon-Falling Star!"
Wang So-hyeon swung her raised sword diagonally downward. A slashing strike like a falling star cut through the heart of the thrusting blade.
"Ugh...!"
The boy's expression crumpled, his swords caught mid-swing by her smothering force. Wang So-hyeon twisted her blade again, slowly pulling his swords inward.
The moment the blade tips drew close to her sword guard, Wang So-hyeon swung with every ounce of her power.
"Full Moon Slash!"
Twisting her waist, twisting her entire body, she swung wide as if to sever his neck. Under the might of a strike meant to cleave the moon itself, the boy's swords seemed on the verge of shattering.
"I've wo—"
"...Dragon Sword."
The boy moved with the flow of her sword qi. The dragon, which had been trying to ascend through rapids, began to accept the surging countercurrent from all sides. Wang So-hyeon let out a silent cheer as she gradually gained the upper hand.
"Now, surren—"
But the boy's eyes were calmly settled. The dragon, soaking wet from the swelling waves, was waiting for the exact moment the wave momentarily swayed.
"Breaking Waves. Flooding."
The dragon let out a mighty roar. The sword qi thrust forward alongside the surging waves and finally reached the edge of the moon hanging in the sky.
"!!!"
Wang So-hyeon could not overcome the momentum that pierced through the gaps, suppressed the waves, and advanced together with them. Her grip on the sword loosened against the strike that broke her ultimate technique with a single blow.
Crack.
With the sensation of the moon shattering, Wang So-hyeon's vision momentarily turned pure white. As heaven and earth flipped and the dragon ascended, she felt her body float up as if losing consciousness.
Softly.
In the fleeting illusion of drifting on clouds, Wang So-hyeon felt a man pull her tightly into his embrace. The sharp blade he held was aimed at her throat, while his bare hand caught her by the small of her back.
"It's over."
"Ah...."
Total defeat.
She'd tried to overcome him by clashing with all her power, but she was beaten through the sword. Faced with a sword qi whose depths were unfathomable, Wang So-hyeon had ultimately dropped her blade.
"What's... your name?"
"Sex Demon."
The boy grinned a bittersweet smile as he stirred his sword qi. Wang So-hyeon, still dazed in rapture as if walking on clouds, placed a hand on his shoulder.
"Sex Demon...."
Stroking the boy's cheek, Wang So-hyeon beamed brightly.
"You've beaten me. So now, you have to take responsibility for me for the rest of my life."
"Don't be ridiculous."
The boy's lips twisted into a smirk. His sword slowly descended from her throat.
"If you want to light the wedding candle with me, you should at least achieve a Return to Youth first."
Thrust.
Wang So-hyeon went dizzy from the indescribable sensation. Heaven and earth bleached white, and the scorching hot blade plunged deep into her innermost depths.
"Well, I'll think about it. You look like you'd bear children well, sister."
At the boy's smile, Wang So-hyeon passed out, grinning broadly without realizing it.
Wang So-hyeon had been stabbed, right into the deepest part of her heart, by the Sex Demon.