Chapter 126
Chapter 126
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 126
Chapter Title: Chapter 7 - Socheon
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A strange sensation welled up from the spot where Yeo Socheon's palm made contact.
It was such an odd feeling that my body twitched involuntarily in an instant.
Like electricity surging through me, my body jerked suddenly...
"Get it up... I said get it up...!"
-Zap!
"Eek?!"
My body jolted again.
Only then did I realize what that sensation was.
'Electricity...?'
Electric current from Yeo Socheon's hand had coursed through my body, making it spasm on its own.
But even knowing what it was, how the hell did that explain the moan that had slipped out of me?
No matter how sensitive my body was, surely not to that extent...
"What was that just now?"
"W-what do you mean?"
"Didn't you just moan?"
"N-no, I didn't? Must be your imagination?"
I stared straight into Yeo Socheon's narrowed, watery eyes as she glared at me, spitting out my excuse.
Her gaze seemed to pierce right through me, and I desperately wanted to look away, but that would be as good as admitting I was lying.
I widened my eyes and locked into a staring contest with her.
"...Whatever. Guess I was mistaken."
Yeo Socheon pulled her head back and broke eye contact first.
Victory in the staring contest was mine...
-Zap!
"Hyak?!"
The electric shock caught me off guard.
I clapped a hand over my mouth in surprise and looked at Yeo Socheon with trembling eyes.
But she wasn't oblivious enough to miss even that.
"So even this gets you going, huh?"
The same expression she'd worn when pressing her breasts against me earlier floated across Yeo Socheon's face.
Seeing it made my heart sink.
"I-it's a misunderstanding... I was just startled all of a sudden..."
"Hmm... What about this, then?"
Yeo Socheon pressed her index and middle fingers together against my body, and a tingling pleasure slowly rose from the spot.
It wasn't the intense shock from before—instead, it felt ticklishly pleasurable.
"Hngh..."
The fizzy thrill spread gradually through my whole body, lifting my mood on its own.
My hips bucked slightly without thinking, and a pleased moan escaped my lips.
It felt like a delightful massage, but with a naughty edge.
"...Not quite enough?"
-Zap!
"Hnng?!"
But Yeo Socheon apparently wasn't satisfied with my reaction and ramped up the current's intensity.
"Ah... uh... ah..."
"Ah, your face looks good like that now."
"W-wait... this feels weird..."
"Then... how about here..."
The fingers sending that tingling sensation into me slid down from my chest, past my stomach and navel, stopping just above my cock.
I could vaguely guess her intention, and my face drained of color.
"I don't know what you're planning, but you should stop..."
That was when it hit.
-Zap!
"?!"
The current spreading through my body gathered at her fingertips like it was being drawn there, burrowing deep inside me and striking somewhere within.
In that instant, my back arched and my toes splayed out.
-Spurt!
"Urghk...♥"
My limp cock hardened in a flash, spewing some mysterious fluid that wasn't semen or precum.
My already exhausted body, pushed to its brutal limits, felt utterly drained from the root.
-Tremble tremble
"Ehk...♥ Eheek...♥"
A bizarre mix of pleasure and fatigue dominated my entire body.
I couldn't tell if my muscles were failing from ecstasy or exhaustion.
But one thing was crystal clear.
That last attack was seriously dangerous.
"D-don't do that... it'll make me weird..."
"But look, it's hard now? Doesn't that mean you want it too?"
"N-nooo..."
A hard cock didn't necessarily mean I wanted sex.
This damn thing was like a second brain that never listened to its owner.
It wasn't even normal for it to get up now in the first place.
I'd just shot every last drop of cum—how could it possibly stiffen again?
It was only standing because of her forced stimulation. I swear on the heavens, I hadn't willed it up myself.
"I-if you don't, you don't..."
"I worked so hard to get it up! How could you waste my share like that!!"
"I-I'll do it later... just not now..."
-Zap!
"Ek!♥"
The prostate zap hit again.
My eyes rolled back, and my head snapped backward.
"P-please, just once. Just once, until I cum. Can't you manage that much?"
-Zap! Zap! Zap!
"Ugrrrk...♥♥"
"Come on? I'll make it feel good... Even if our sensations are linked, it's different when I do it. Just one last push..."
Yeo Socheon kept zapping my prostate relentlessly.
She clearly had no idea how devastating her actions were.
Each blast sent body-shaking pleasure rippling through me—doing it repeatedly left me unable to respond coherently.
Drool pooled in my mouth; I couldn't even swallow.
My vision blurred; I could barely make her out.
The pleasure being force-fed into me was different from before—purely physical now, making my body twitch helplessly.
-Zap!
"...!!!!"
The ecstasy hit a critical threshold. My hips bucked wildly, driving my cock even deeper into Yeo Socheon's pussy.
-Gurgle!!
"♥♥♥♥♥!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
I unleashed an unbelievable torrent of semen, more than I thought possible after everything.
And that was the last sensation before I blacked out.
My brain short-circuited like a blown fuse. Vision faded to black as my body, afloat on pleasure, sank to the floor.
"A-are you okay?! W-what did I just do... You're not dying, are you?! Hey?!"
Her panicked voice echoed in my ears as I vowed to curse her out the moment I woke up.
Then consciousness plunged into darkness.
A small house deep in the mountains.
In a room inside with golden chains draped across it, a glowing golden furball huddled in a round shape at the center.
From afar, it looked like a furball, but up close, you'd see it was nine radiant golden tails.
In this world, only one spirit beast—or yokai—possessed nine golden tails, so anyone could guess its identity.
Cradled within those tails lay a naked woman with hair shining the same golden hue, curled up tight.
Her beauty was nation-toppling, making the idiom feel understated. Her breasts, rare in the Central Plains—enough to make most folk doubt their eyes—rivaled the size of her head.
Her waist was so slender it seemed miraculous it could support such a chest, utterly free of excess fat.
Her hips and rear curved with voluptuous fullness to match.
The figure might seem excessive overall, but its perfect proportions banished such thoughts. No artist, however skilled, could capture it without despairing and snapping their brush—it was beauty beyond mortal ken.
'It won't be long now.'
The nude woman twisted slightly within her tails and closed her eyes.
In her long life, moments of such eager anticipation had been rare, even across nine centuries-plus.
Born a fox yokai, ascending to god-like heights through a millennium of cultivation was the dream of all fox spirits.
It was common knowledge that fox yokai gained a tail every century of training.
But few knew what happened after nine tails, upon reaching the legendary gumiho stage—did tails keep growing?
Sightings of a ten-tailed fox spanned no history in the vast chronicles of the Central Plains.
Yet a closely guarded truth held that even after enduring grueling cultivation to become a gumiho and filling out the millennium, the tail didn't grow.
It shrank to one—in fact, splitting into nine, mimicking the prior form.
The next stage after the nine-tailed gumiho.
Those who reached it wielded power rivaling the divine.
And her own cultivation was mere months from the millennium mark.
Less than a year away—a few short months.
After that, she could advance.
She couldn't quite yet, having lent her vital fox pearl—more precious than life itself—to her disciple before entering.
But with the girl just beyond those golden chains, what did it matter?
Once prepared, she'd emerge, reclaim the pearl, and ascend.
The only variable was whether her disciple had squandered its power in the interim.
She wasn't the only one needing to build strength for the next stage.
The pearl required ample energy too.
But all was well.
It already brimmed with sufficient qi.
As long as the disciple didn't fritter it away reading heavenly secrets or the like, it wouldn't fall short.
A few peeks would be fine.
Dozens or hundreds might pose issues.
'No real heavenly secrets for that kid to read here anyway.'
At most, she'd divine when her master might emerge.
The woman didn't imagine her disciple fleeing the mountains out of impatience.
What courage would a girl terrified enough to burrow into her master's bosom at night have to venture into danger alone?
It was inconceivable.
Beyond that, she trusted her disciple implicitly.
No such worries plagued her.
'Just wait a little longer... Once I'm out, I'll take you to see the jianghu, just like you wanted...'
She'd planned a leisurely ascent, but her disciple's songs of the outside world forced her hand as a master.
With renewed focus, she closed her eyes to hasten that day.
[Do you see that tree? The one you planted when you were little. It's grown taller than you now. Back then, it barely reached your knee.]
[...By the time Master emerges, it'll bear fruit too.]
[Time has flown...]
-Fufu
She recalled her final conversation with her disciple before seclusion.
[After I emerge...]
[Master, don't say it. Speaking it invites misfortune.]
[...Even at parting, you're every bit my disciple.]
The words unspoken then, she whispered inwardly now.
[We'll pick the fruit together and head to the jianghu—the place you've longed for.]